A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"The specific events for this year's Warriors competition have been carefully reviewed by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," said Dumbledore as Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him. They also made many necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects in total, taking place at different times throughout the school year. They will test the warriors in many different aspects...test their talents in magic - their courage and their ability to reason—and, of course, their ability to overcome danger.”

The auditorium instantly became silent, as if everyone had stopped breathing.

Edward yawned unusually conspicuously, but no one noticed. At this time, all their attention was on Dumbledore, even the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

"As you already know, there will be three warriors participating in the competition," Dumbledore continued calmly, "each representing a participating school. We will rate them based on the quality of their completion of each competition event. After the three events are completed, The champion with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup. An impartial selector responsible for selecting champions is the Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore pulled out his pale white elderberry 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, and could even be said to be too ordinary. Edward thought that the cups made by Hagrid were much more exquisite than the Goblet of Fire.

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 auditorium could see it clearly.

Next were some instructions on how to sign up, as well as Dumbledore's restrictive spells for those under 17 years of age. These words... Edward didn't listen at all.

Anyway, he won't participate in the competition, but he is quite interested in watching the competition. It would be great if it could be held every year - it would be very exciting!

Dumbledore issued a warning to the students, advising everyone not to treat registration as a child's play. If they are selected by the Goblet of Fire, there will be no chance to regret it. In fact, a magical contract will be formed that must be observed. Once you become a warrior, , no more changes in attention are allowed.

Edward walked listlessly towards the stairs, not even noticing that the end of his robe was resting on the ground.

Madame Maxime and Karkaroff looked at each other. They both knew nothing about Edward's identity and were eager to get Dumbledore's answer.

"He is a dangerous guy." Dumbledore just said to them, and then chased Edward out of the auditorium with a smile.

"What does he mean?" Karkaroff said angrily, "He is threatening us, right?"

"Dumbledore is not such a person." Mrs. Maxime pointedly pointed, looking in the direction Edward left, her big watery eyes seemed to be shining.

"Oh, you've even started playing riddles?" Karkaroff said, "Just wait and see, Victor will win the last one."

"We'll see." Madame Maxime smiled, then turned around and took her students back to the carriage to rest.That was their dormitory for this school year. The carriage was divided into many small rooms, which was enough for the students to get a full rest without having to crowd into the dormitories assigned by Hogwarts - in fact, Dumbledore didn't even Arrange their dormitories.

Karkaroff stood there and stamped his feet, then wrapped his blanket tightly and walked in the direction of Victor.

"Victor, how are you feeling? Are you full? Do you want me to send someone to the kitchen to bring some mulled wine?"

Krum shook his head and put his fur cloak back on, ready to leave.

Karkaroff turned around and glanced around his students. Seeing that they were all wearing cloaks, he led them towards the door.

They happened to arrive at the door at the same time as Hermione and others. Harry stopped and let Karkaroff and others pass first.

"Thank you," Karkaroff said casually, glancing at Harry.

But he seemed to have seen something very scary, and he was completely stunned.He turned his head back to Harry and stared at him, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Behind him, Krum's eyes were locked on Hermione, which made Hermione feel uncomfortable.

She suddenly had a bad feeling that something very bad was going to happen.

Hermione quickly found the source, which was the name Ron had been mumbling, Viktor Krum.

"He saw me, he was looking at me, and he definitely discovered that I am actually a very good goalkeeper." Ron said with inexplicable confidence. He seemed to think that he had a talent for Quidditch.

However, the reality is cruel. His flying talent is a mess compared to Harry.

Although Ron kept claiming that George and Fred interfered with him, no one believed that Ron could fly well.

"That's Harry Potter!"

An angry voice.

Karkaroff turned around suddenly, and Mad-Eye was standing there, leaning on his crutches with his heavy body, and staring at Karkaroff unblinkingly with his magic eye.

Karkaroff's face turned pale almost instantly, and he showed a terrifying expression of anger and fear.

"It's you! When he said this, he could hardly believe his eyes that he would actually see Moody here.

Didn’t he retire long ago?

Why at Hogwarts?

"It's me, Karkaroff," Moody said gloomily, his voice hoarse and unpleasant. "Unless you have something to say to Potter, then move forward quickly. You have blocked the door." "

It was true. Almost half of the students in the auditorium were waiting behind them, tapping their toes to see what was going on in front of them, which actually caused a jam.

Karkaroff gave Moody a hard look, waved and walked away with his student.Moody stared at him until he was out of sight.His magic eye stared at Karkaroff's back, with an expression of extreme disgust on his mutilated face.

"Hetui! Death Eaters... what a joke!" Moody cursed secretly, and left on crutches before Harry and the others could ask more questions.

"Moody must hate Death Eaters, right?" Harry said.

Ron nodded, "Of course, he is the bravest Auror. He captured half of the prisoners in Azkaban. There is no more ruthless Death Eater than him."

"Look at his body, it's all the result of fighting the Death Eaters. He lost a leg and an eye." Ron added.

"You don't want yourself to be like this, right?"