Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

After eating and drinking, Dumbledore stood up and introduced Cleveland Raul, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department, who had arrived during the banquet.

"Mr. Raul and Mr. Bagman have been busy with the Triwizard Tournament in the past few months." Dumbledore said guiltily.

In fact, they were basically not busy at all, at least not in the game itself. What they did was probably responsible for clearing up the barriers for what Mu En wanted to do, and this didn't take much effort.

"They will join me, Professor Karkaroff, and Madam Maxim to form a judging panel to judge the efforts of the warriors."

As soon as they heard the word "warrior", the students seemed to be more attentive. Dumbledore seemed to notice their sudden silence. He smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

No one noticed that Filch had been lurking in a corner of the auditorium just now. Now he was walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box in his hand. The box looked very old.

Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him, and Dumbledore spoke at the right time: "The scale of this competition can be said to be unprecedentedly grand in recent years, and many necessary arrangements have been made for each event.

These projects will test the warriors in many different ways, testing their magical talents, their courage, and their reasoning abilities. Of course, there is also the most basic thing - the ability to overcome danger. "

After hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and it seemed that everyone stopped breathing.

"Maybe someone already knows the general rules of the history of the Triwizard Tournament - there will be three warriors participating in the competition," Dumbledore continued to say calmly.

"But, as I just said, this is an unprecedented one - so, there are more than three this time."

"What?!" the voices of the little wizards at Hogwarts appeared one after another.

Such noises made the Beauxbatons students frown frequently. They had been required to have so-called etiquette since childhood, just like they would sit down after Madame Maxime sat down just now.

Now, when the principal is speaking from above, there is shouting from below, which is undoubtedly an inappropriate behavior.

But Dumbledore, and even all the professors at Hogwarts, are used to this, and even - they like it. Although it sometimes feels noisy, it is really energetic.

Dumbledore smiled: "Yes, you are surprised, right? To be honest, when that grumpy gentleman made this suggestion, the expressions of all our principals were the same as yours."

"Thirty!" Dumbledore said firmly.

Suddenly, the children of Hogwarts opened their mouths and fell into a kind of silence.

However, Dumbledore was not in a hurry and spoke again.

"Each school selects thirty warriors to participate in the initial selection competition!!"

The auditorium was boiling again, and now even people from the other two schools couldn't calm down.

They glanced around at the people coming from their school, counted the number of people, and suddenly discovered that they and others had already passed the initial screening!

Suddenly, their clutching hearts dropped heavily.

When Harry heard this, he also glanced at people from other schools.

No wonder so many people from the other two schools came to see it like this. These are actually the warriors of the two schools.

"I understand your excitement, but please be patient." Dumbledore expanded his voice.

"The one who selects the warriors is a just selector, the Goblet of Fire."

With that said, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times. The lid slowly creaked open. Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet. The cup itself was unremarkable at all, but it was filled with dancing blue-white flames.

Dumbledore closed the box and placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the Great Hall could clearly see it.

"Every student who wants to run for the title of Champion must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," Dumbledore said.

"Aspirants can sign up within twenty-four hours. Tomorrow night, at the Halloween dinner, the Goblet will select the names of the ninety students it thinks best represent the three schools.

Tonight, the goblet will be in the foyer, accessible to all students willing to run for office. "

"Can I also sign up, Professor?" A third-year wizard raised his hand.

"Of course, but the Goblet of Fire is not a vegetarian - it will select the best from each school for us." Dumbledore said:

"Everyone can put their name in. You don't have to worry about the workload of the Goblet of Fire. Don't worry."

As he spoke, Dumbledore pointed to the sky and emphasized seriously: "But what I must say is that if anyone is selected, they cannot withdraw.

You must know that in this competition for victory and glory, we will be injured and may even die - so, even if you have enough strength, I must advise you to think twice before you act. "

At the same time, someone noticed Filch. He walked up again, holding a box as big as a ball. It was not the square box like before, but a treasure box? !

Even the treasure chest was so full that the lid couldn't be closed. Half of the shining pure gold necklace hung outside. The rubies on the necklace's pendant sparkled as she swayed as she walked.

Filch placed the box next to the Goblet of Fire again, and Dumbledore also introduced it.

"And the grumpy gentleman once again raised the stakes for this competition in order to motivate everyone."

"According to Gringotts' preliminary estimate, the value of the things here is over six thousand Galleons. If you take into account the historical value and collection value, the value is inestimable, at least more than ten thousand Galleons!

Yes, it also has historical value. According to Gringotts' testing, this treasure chest and the contents inside it all come from the 16th century! "

Harry felt the restlessness beside him and turned his head, only to see Draco's eyes glowing green and his white teeth exposed.

"That's over ten thousand," he whispered.

"Do you still care?" Harry was a little confused. Ten thousand is indeed a lot, even comparable to the money that many ordinary wizards can earn in a lifetime, but in Malfoy's view

"Do you know how powerful the 10,000 Galleons gimmick is?" Draco licked his lips.

"This competition will be grander than anyone imagines. Naturally, there may be something unimaginable - [Glory]!"

"Looks like you're going to join in," Harry said.

"That's natural." Draco nodded. He thought that he was not the top combat force in Hogwarts, but he could at least be among the top thirty.

"What about you?" He looked at Harry.

Harry thought for a moment, then nodded: "Well, there is no duel competition this year, so it's not bad to participate in this."

The next morning, when Harry called Draco and the others to get up early for morning exercises, he was surprised to see the same people in the lounge who had climbed out of bed early as they did.

After walking out of the lounge and going up to the first floor, I saw scattered figures in the foyer.

Hermione, Neville and the others had obviously just arrived and were on the outside of the crowd.

"Draco, do you want to go take a look?" Astoria said.

"Of course." Draco nodded affirmatively, having already forgotten about such insignificant things as morning exercises.

As they approached, they soon saw the flames floating through the gaps in the crowd.

The Goblet of Fire was placed on the stool where the Sorting Hat had been, and waited quietly.

"Has anyone put their name in?" Draco looked at a familiar Ravenclaw.

"Yes, everyone from Durmstrang came in a queue." The man replied: "But they were just going through the motions. I counted, and there were only about thirty of them here. "Obviously, they have already received some information about this three-gun competition."

"I must have known this basic rule a long time ago, otherwise how would we arrange the people who come to our school? It would be impossible for everyone from the whole school to come." The man's friend punched him in the shoulder: "Isn't this nonsense? "

"What about Hogwarts?" Harry asked curiously.

"Not yet." The man shook his head again: "At least we haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts put their name in."

Harry noticed that Draco's back straightened a little.

Sure enough, Draco raised his hands, straightened his robes, and shook his hair.

Then, with everyone watching, he flipped his right hand, and a folded piece of paper appeared between his fingers.

"When did this guy write the note?" Harry's mouth twitched.

He put the note into it, and suddenly, the blue flames rose a little higher, emitting a red outer flame, which seemed to indicate that he had received the "registration form."

Harry looked at Hermione at this moment. He hadn't had the chance to ask these friends yesterday if they wanted to attend.

"Of course." Neville nodded: "Even if I don't want to, the teacher definitely wants me to participate."

Hermione looked at Harry and noticed this look. Harry responded affirmatively: "Of course I want it."

After receiving Harry's answer, the little witch hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, although I think we are only fourteen years old and definitely not suitable to participate in this competition, but I don't care. The Goblet of Fire will tell me the answer."

Harry took out the parchment and used a magic spell to cut it into small pieces of paper, and then distributed them to everyone.

After a moment, Harry took the lead in writing his name and got into it. Others followed suit and completed their registrations.

Even Astoria put her name in.

Today's morning exercise was not that comfortable. There was no doubt that they became the target of many people's onlookers. Draco left in a hurry after running. He did like the feeling of being noticed, but not like being looked at like a monkey.

"What do they know? They can't even imagine the benefits of long-term exercise." He said angrily.

On the other side, Harry was panting when he saw the Beauxbatons students walking over, accompanied by Madame Maxime.

Then he passed them all the way, walked into the castle, and put in the names one by one, even Gabrielle was no exception.

Hermione asked curiously: "Do you think they will continue to study while they are in the castle?"

"I don't know." Harry shook his head: "They are basically seniors, so maybe classes are not that important."

"How could it not be important?" Hermione didn't understand.

Harry smiled and walked towards the hall: "Hermione, I think breakfast is more important."

After all the people from Beauxbatons signed up, they also entered the hall and started to enjoy breakfast.

At this moment, there were already quite a few people in the hall, including Professor McGonagall's people who were eating at the main guest seat.

More than ten minutes later, a little girl with silver hair ran towards Madame Maxime, and after a moment, she waved to her sister with a smile on her face and ran towards Harry.

Gabrielle came close to Harry and looked at Harry with her big blue eyes.

"Brother Pete, do you know where Mr. Lucifer is?"

"You can call me Harry." Harry looked down at her: "Mr. Lucifer is usually in Professor Jones' office,"

"Can you take me to see it?" Gabrielle said.

"Of course, but today is the weekend, they are probably not here." Harry said, and then asked curiously: "What are your sister and the others going to do?"

At this moment, Madame Maxime stood up, and in the eyes of everyone in Hogwarts, they quickly lined up. Professor McGonagall was the same, as if they had reached some agreement.

Madame Maxime looked at the students of Beauxbatons with dignity: "You will stay here for a long time, so we must learn about this castle.

This is Professor Minerva McGonagall, who is responsible for teaching Transfiguration at Hogwarts. We will follow her steps and visit this thousand-year-old castle."

"Visit the castle." Harry murmured, looking at Hermione opposite him: "What do you think of this?"

"I don't think so." Hermione shrugged: "Maybe take them to know where the classroom is, so that they can continue to study."

Harry stroked his chin and nodded: "Probably."

However, he inexplicably felt that this matter had something to do with the content of the competition, but he didn't think much about it, and asked: "Do you want to come with me?"

"Of course." Hermione wiped her mouth: "I'm going to the library."

So the two took Gabrielle to the third floor and soon arrived in front of Moon's office.

Knock, knock--

After a while, the door was opened. Sindel looked at the three people and smiled: "Oh, Harry, Hermione, why are you here? Who is this?"

"This is Mr. Lucifer's friend, Gabrielle, and this is Professor Jones' assistant."

"Hello, Gabrielle, my name is Sindel." Sindel lowered her body slightly and greeted the little girl.

"Hello, Miss Sindel, I want to ask. Is Mr. Lucifer here?" Gabrielle spoke English slowly and as standard as possible.

"I'm here." Before Sindel could speak, a depressed voice came from inside: "Come in."

"Where is Professor Jones?" Harry walked in and looked at Sindel.

"He is in the principal's office. I think it should be about the Triwizard Tournament."

"It's better." Lucifer's voice sounded, with a downward tone, as if he was in a bad mood.

Harry and Hermione also walked over and saw Lucifer wandering anxiously in the fireplace, with blue and purple sparks constantly splashing from his body.

"Ah, ah."

"Mr. Lucifer, what's wrong with you?" Gabrielle squatted in front of the fireplace and asked worriedly.

Lucifer turned his head and looked at a few people, then sighed heavily.

"Ah"

At the same time, on the eighth floor.

The atmosphere in the principal's office was hot and cold. The principals on the wall pretended to sleep and made no sound. The Sorting Hat was in the cabinet, quietly narrowing its eyes into a dotted line, secretly observing the two people who were waiting in a state of alert.

Fawkes stood on the gilded perch, combing his hair.

And Muen and Dumbledore were standing solemnly in front of the bird's nest.

After a while, in silence, Dumbledore finally spoke. He was serious and puzzled, and asked: "Muen, can you explain to me what this is?"

Muen let out a heavy breath, and it was rare that he didn't have that kind of confident or playful expression in front of Dumbledore.

He was as serious as Dumbledore, but with a trace of guilt.

"I don't know either."

After saying that, the two looked at each other, and then turned their attention to the bird's nest.

"You said this..."

"Hiss~"

In the bird's nest, a bird's egg slightly larger than a fist, with a golden-red shell and dotted with blue-purple starlight, stood quietly in it.