Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

After Fleur introduced Gabrielle Delacour to Jerry, the little girl seemed to be enchanted and kept staring at Jerry.

"Is there something on my face?" Jerry asked, slightly puzzled, touching his cheek in a joking manner, "Or do I look strange?"

"No," Gabrielle quickly shook her head, her face filled with a pure smile, "I just think you're especially good-looking, more handsome than the boys at our school!"

"My sister is three years older than you..." Just as Gabrielle was about to continue expressing her "brilliant ideas," she was immediately interrupted by Fleur.

"Gabrielle, eat your pudding!" Fleur glared at her and stuffed a large spoonful of pudding into Gabrielle's mouth, blocking her nonsense.

"Gabrielle is spoiled by the elders in the family and talks nonsense sometimes," Fleur smiled at Jerry. "But what she said isn't entirely wrong. You're the best-looking boy I've ever seen, and, most importantly, you're completely unaffected by our bloodline!"

"It's okay," Jerry said very modestly, "I think I look pretty average!"

Fleur, Gabrielle:...

"Why did you drag me around the hall just now? Wouldn't it have been better to come directly to Gabrielle?" Jerry asked Fleur with a hint of curiosity.

"Of course, I wanted to see who your little girlfriend at Hogwarts is!" Fleur's lips curled into a sly smile.

"I'm single!" Jerry looked at Fleur in surprise. You're already playing mind games with me as soon as I arrive at Hogwarts?

Don't ask, Jerry is single!

"Heh heh, do you think I believe that?" Fleur rolled her eyes at him, unless Jerry had some "unspeakable secret," or Jerry told her he liked boys, no little girlfriend, only little boyfriend, then Fleur would have nothing to say!

"Did you find her?" Jerry asked softly.

Seeing this, Fleur smiled triumphantly: "So, you admit it?" Her tone carried a hint of the victor's pride.

Jerry:...

"My grandmother told me since I was little that if you like someone, you have to fight for them. No girl can win against me!" Fleur straightened her back, her tone full of pride and confidence.

Just as the two were talking, two more figures came to the Great Hall and sat in the two empty seats.

"Cough!" Jerry coughed lightly, appearing somewhat uncomfortable. "Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman are here. Dumbledore is probably going to talk about serious matters!"

Fleur rolled her eyes at Jerry, hooked her arm around his, and didn't bother arguing with him.

Sure enough, after a while, the food was cleared away, the tables were clean again, and Professor Dumbledore stood up again. He looked around, his eyes full of expectation and excitement. The entire hall seemed to be shrouded in a subtle and complex emotion, with excitement and tension intertwined, making people's hearts surge.

"The moment we have all been eagerly awaiting has finally arrived," Professor Dumbledore said with a smile, addressing all the faces looking up at him. "Yes, the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. But before that, I have a few words I want to say."

"Please allow me to solemnly introduce two distinguished guests, as some students may not be familiar with them. This is Mr. Barty Crouch, Head of the Department of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore paused for a moment, and a sparse, unenthusiastic applause rang out in the hall. "And this is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports at the Ministry of Magic. I believe many students are familiar with him, after all, he was once an outstanding Chaser for the English team."

Sure enough, the applause for Mr. Bagman was noticeably more enthusiastic.

Ludo Bagman waved cheerfully. In contrast, when Barty Crouch's name was mentioned, he appeared particularly restrained, neither showing a smile nor waving slightly in response, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have devoted countless efforts to preparing for this Triwizard Tournament with extraordinary perseverance and enthusiasm," Professor Dumbledore's words were full of recognition for their efforts. "They will join me, Professor Karkaroff, and Madam Maxime to form the judging panel for this competition, fairly judging the outstanding performances of the champions."

As soon as the word "champion" was uttered, the atmosphere in the hall instantly solidified, and the students' attention was completely drawn, every pair of eyes shining with anticipation and curiosity.

Professor Dumbledore keenly captured this change, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He softly instructed: "Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

Filch, who had been almost forgotten, heard Dumbledore's words and slowly stood up, walking towards Professor Dumbledore, holding tightly in his hands an ancient wooden box decorated with jewels, the traces of time leaving mottled marks on the box surface.

"This year, the three challenges that the champions will face have been meticulously reviewed and planned by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," Dumbledore announced, as Filch carefully placed the jewel-encrusted ancient wooden box on the table in front of him, his movements revealing a sense of solemnity and reverence.

"These three events will be interspersed throughout the school year. They are not only a test of the champions' magic, but also a comprehensive challenge to their courage, wisdom, and adaptability in the face of crisis! Most importantly, it will test how they can stand firm in adversity and overcome all dangers."

As Dumbledore's words fell, the hall fell into silence, as if even the air was filled with an atmosphere of tension and anticipation. Everyone held their breath, afraid of missing every word that followed.

"As you all know, this Triwizard Tournament will have three champions from different schools participating," Dumbledore continued in his calm and firm voice. "We will score them based on their performance in each event, and in the end, when all three events are over, the champion with the highest cumulative score will be honored with the Triwizard Cup. So, the one responsible for this sacred and fair selection task is—"

Speaking here, Dumbledore's voice suddenly rose, echoing throughout the hall like thunder, "The Goblet of Fire!"

Dumbledore gently waved his wand and tapped the lid of the ancient wooden box three times, and the lid slowly opened with a long creaking sound. He reached inside and slowly took out a large, somewhat roughly carved wooden goblet, placing it before everyone's eyes.

Although the exterior of this goblet is unremarkable, it contains a dazzling blue-white flame, like the brightest star in the night sky, both mysterious and imaginative.

Dumbledore closed the wooden box and placed the goblet firmly on top of the lid, ensuring that every student in the hall could clearly see the Goblet of Fire.

"Any student who wishes to participate in the selection of champions must write their name and school on a piece of parchment and then place it in the Goblet of Fire."

"The Goblet of Fire for selection registration will be open for the next twenty-four hours, until tomorrow night, when the night of Halloween falls. At that time, the Goblet of Fire will use its unique wisdom to select the three champions it deems most representative of the honor of the three schools."

Dumbledore paused, his gaze sweeping across the audience, his tone revealing an undeniable seriousness: "To prevent young students from being tempted to make inappropriate choices, I will personally draw an age limit around the Goblet of Fire. Anyone who has not yet reached the age of seventeen will not be able to cross this line."

"Here, I must issue the most sincere warning to every student who intends to participate. The Triwizard Tournament is by no means a child's play. It is a test of the limits of body and mind, and cannot tolerate any carelessness or impulsiveness."

"Once your name is chosen by the Goblet of Fire, it means that you have made an inviolable contract and must persevere in the competition to the end, no matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead. Therefore, I urge every student to think carefully before deciding to put their name into the Goblet of Fire!"