Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Dumbledore pulled out his wand from his robes and gave it a gentle flick.

Instantly, the candlelight in the Great Hall went out, leaving only a few pumpkin lanterns flickering dimly, casting an air of mystery.

As the young wizards held their breath and stared, the flames in the Goblet of Fire rapidly rose, the blue-white fire illuminating the dim hall as if it were daytime.

In an instant, the blue-white flames turned into a blazing crimson red, sparks flying in all directions, drawing brief bright lines in the air.

Accompanied by a tongue of fire, a rolled-up piece of parchment was ejected.

Dumbledore steadily caught the slip of paper, paused for a moment, scanned the expectant students, and then slowly read out the name on it.

"The first champion from Durmstrang has emerged," his voice was loud and clear, "Viktor Krum."

A burst of enthusiastic applause immediately erupted from the Slytherin table, and many others at the other house tables joined in.

These were all loyal fans of Krum, and they were beside themselves with excitement when they heard Krum's name, as if they themselves had been chosen as champions.

Krum pumped his fist forcefully, jumped up from his seat, and then, guided by Professor McGonagall, strode confidently into the waiting room.

After watching Krum leave, the remaining Durmstrang students stared intently at the Goblet of Fire, hoping that the next name would be theirs.

Soon, the second piece of parchment was sent out by the tongue of fire.

"Durmstrang -- Christine Helgason."

With Dumbledore's words, a spirited girl stood up. With unconcealed joy, she quickly walked towards the waiting room.

Next was Durmstrang's third champion.

"Tobias Vistarr."

Over the next period of time, the Goblet of Fire kept spitting out pieces of parchment with signatures.

Beauxbatons' Fleur Delacour, Jacques Dupont, and Camille Monet.

The three champions stood up one after another and gracefully walked into the room next to the hall to rest.

However, when Fleur passed through the hall, her tall figure, silvery hair, and light steps once again attracted the attention of all the students.

Next were the champions from Ilvermorny: Carl Johnson, Megan Smith, and Nick Brown.

When these three stood up, the headmaster of Ilvermorny couldn't stop smiling, clearly these three students met his expectations.

"Next are the champions from Uagadou," Dumbledore announced loudly, "Musa... Bakari... Amusu."

The champions from Uagadou stood up. This was the first team composed of three males, two of whom were extremely tall, looking even more robust than Krum.

The third person, however, was much shorter, with a pair of bright eyes, looking full of cleverness.

They hugged each other, shouted two slogans that no one could understand, and then walked together towards the room behind the staff table.

"Finally, let us welcome the champions of Hogwarts," Dumbledore said with a smile, accurately catching the falling parchment.

The young wizards of Hogwarts held their breath, not daring to even take a deep breath, for fear of not hearing what Dumbledore said clearly.

They had been waiting all night, and finally it was their school's turn.

"The first champion," Dumbledore raised an eyebrow slightly, "Harry Potter!"

A deafening cheer erupted, the sound was so loud that it almost lifted the ceiling.

The Harry Potter fan support group, led by the Colin brothers, directly shouted neat slogans.

"Harry Harry you're the best, like a Mars colliding with Earth!"

"Harry Potter, the best champion in our hearts!"

"Go, go, go!"

This time, no one questioned Harry like in the original book, and they were not surprised that Harry became a champion.

After all, no one would be so tactless as to question the existence with the highest win rate and the most dazzling record in the canyon.

In the eyes of the young wizards, it was only natural for Harry to become a champion, and it would be a conspiracy if he was not selected.

"Congratulations, Harry," Hermione said with a smile.

"I knew you could do it, mate," Ron also patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Thank you, you too, Ron," amidst the blessings of the crowd, Harry stood up, glanced in the direction of Slytherin, and then slowly walked towards the staff table.

As he passed the staff table, he saw Snape clapping expressionlessly, his eyes containing both relief and deep worry.

"Harry," Mia's eyes sparkled with tears, she gave a thumbs up, "Your mother would be proud of you."

"Go, Harry," Sebastian pointed to the door next to him, "Go and rest for a while, calm down."

Sebastian was not surprised at all that Harry would be chosen as a champion.

Over the past three years, Harry had never lacked various rare potions and tonics. In Sebastian's perception, Harry's magic power was undoubtedly the best.

In addition, with the one-on-one tutoring every summer vacation, the boy's practical combat level was even more outstanding.

After watching Harry walk into the room, Sebastian leaned back in his chair, revealing a satisfied expression.

However, no one knew that this hint of satisfaction was not aimed at Harry becoming a champion, but that he had finally discovered Little Barty's trace.

Since the end of the banquet last night, Sebastian had arranged for the house-elves to help keep an eye on the Goblet of Fire, and let them help record everyone who approached the Goblet of Fire.

As a result, after arriving at the school today, he learned from the elves' feedback that no one had approached the Goblet of Fire last night.

Several suspects, Moody, Crouch, Ludo, etc., had not even appeared.

After his obscure inspection during the day, there were no traces of any curses on the Goblet of Fire either.

This result made Sebastian feel a little unsure of himself, and he even thought that Voldemort and Little Barty were not planning to take action in the Triwizard Tournament.

As a result, at the moment when Harry's name appeared, Barty Crouch's emotions fluctuated abnormally.

There was happiness, deep malice, and a sense of relief contained within.

This was definitely Little Barty in disguise. If it was the old Barty controlled by the Imperius Curse, there would not be so many complex emotions.

Interesting!

To be able to endure until now to show malice towards Harry, it's really amazing.

If it weren't for this emotional fluctuation, I really wouldn't have found any flaws.

Also, how dare this guy not move a finger, isn't he afraid that Harry will be eliminated?

Or is it that Harry's record in the dueling arena is too famous, and Old Voldemort told Little Barty to respond to all changes with no change?

No wonder he feels relieved now.

This heartfelt smile, anyone who sees it would think that the other party is happy for Hogwarts.

In addition to Little Barty revealing his flaw, there was also one person's reaction that was beyond Sebastian's expectations.

That was the headmaster of Durmstrang -- Igor Karkaroff.