A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"What's your name, little guy?" Edward was quite curious about this little boy with rosacea. He was one of the few people who dared to talk to him. Didn't you see that neither Karkaroff nor Maxim dared to talk to him? ?

It seemed that Dumbledore had already greeted them in advance. Every time Karkaroff saw Edward, he always walked past him as if he hadn't seen him. This fulfilled Edward's wish. At least he There is no need to think about how to torture Karkaroff. Such an interesting soul, if he does not give it to Tom Riddle to make a Horcrux, I feel a bit sorry for his sinful soul when asked.

"Bring some wine, young man." Edward snapped his fingers, and a goblet appeared on the table, containing a dark red liquid. It was obviously a glass of red wine of excellent vintage.

"Polyarco, professor, Leo Poliarco, from Germany." Polyarco tugged on the blood-red cloak on his body, looked at the goblet longingly and smiled, "You are such a kind person. A good and understanding person.”

"Are you a good person?" Edward said quietly, he picked up the goblet and shook it gently, "What a long-lost comment... Take it, little guy, you deserve it - for your honesty evaluate."

"Thank you, Professor Lumpo." Poliarko said with a smile, "Professor Karkaroff always prefers Krum. He doesn't care about us ordinary students at all."

"I have no intention of judging your professor." Edward waved his hand and handed the goblet to Poliarco, "Take it, don't let your principal see it."

"Definitely." Poliarko nodded vigorously.

In fact, Karkaroff didn't pay any attention to what was happening on Poliarco's side. His eyes were all focused on Dumbledore's hands at the moment, because the flame of the goblet in front of him suddenly turned white and crackled. Sparks burst out.

Goblet of Fire is about to announce the Warriors.

It must be Krum, it must be Krum, it can only be Krum!

Karkaroff shouted in his heart.

Of course, even if he saw Polyarco secretly drinking, he wouldn't care. What a troublesome person he was. He had never been Karkaroff's favorite student. He indulged in pleasure and had sex with Dem. Compared to Strong's other students, he was a loser, even though his grades were pretty good - otherwise Karkaroff wouldn't have brought him to Hogwarts.

A tongue of fire jumped into the air from the Goblet of Fire, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from it - everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it far away so that he could read the words clearly by the light of the flame, which now returned to blue-white.

It only turns bright red when it's about to spit out the note.

"Durmstrang's champion," he said clearly and forcefully, "Victor Krum!"

"It's not surprising at all." Poliarco said a little lonely. He shook the goblet gently and looked at the swirl of red wine inside, looking a little lost.

Edward didn't speak. He just looked quietly at Viktor Krum, who was sitting next to him. He had already stood up and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore's seat. He turned to the right, Walk along the staff table - the other end of Edward - and enter the small room next door through the door.

That is the small room where the warriors wait for information about the first project, and all the warriors will go there in a while.

"Great, Viktor!" Karkaroff roared loudly. Although the applause in the auditorium was loud, everyone could hear his voice. "I knew you were destined to be a warrior!" He He seemed extremely excited. In comparison, becoming a warrior seemed more like Karkaroff.

The applause and chatter died down, and Poliarco sighed heavily, but soon he cheered himself up again.

"Leo, you didn't come here to compete for the Warriors. You came here for the girls of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons. You can definitely see a lot of exotic scenes!"

His clenched fists seemed to prove how passionate this wish was, but... several Slytherin students around him silently moved their chairs further away.

"Professor Rumples, who do you think the warrior of Hogwarts will be?" Poliarko asked in a low voice, he seemed to be full of curiosity - of course, it may also be to build a relationship with Edward so that he can be better. Nice to hook up with the girls at Hogwarts.

He has already spoken to the Beauxbatons girl today, which is a complete improvement.

"Hermione or Harry." Edward said calmly, "They both have... luck."

"Is the Hogwarts warrior a lucky guy?" Poliarko thought incomprehensively, but he did not express it directly. He just nodded in understanding, as if Edward had expressed some very profound insights.

The applause died down, and now everyone's attention was once again focused on the Goblet of Fire. After a few seconds, the flames turned red again. Chapter 2 The parchment jumped out of the cup, driven by the flames.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour."

A light figure stood up, and for a moment everyone in the auditorium focused their attention on her. Her long flowing silver-white hair, her smooth skin that seemed so real that it didn't exist, and her handsome face.

"A quarter of Veela blood?" Edward murmured, making a rough estimate.Fleur Delacour was at most one-quarter to one-half Veela blood, and it must have been inherited from one generation to the next.

In other words, her grandparents had one or two Veela bloodlines.

If one of her parents was a Veela... at least someone in this auditorium would have to stand up and go crazy.

If she were a Veela, I'm afraid not many students in the auditorium would be able to control themselves.

When she walked into the small room next door, the auditorium became quiet again. Only the bursts of crying coming from Beauxbatons were a bit noticeable. They seemed to feel sad for not becoming warriors.

The auditorium was mostly quiet again, and this time the silence was filled with an excitement you could almost taste.Here are the warriors of Hogwarts...

Almost everyone is gearing up, waiting for the next name to be spit out, waiting for a cheer.

"The Champion of Hogwarts," Dumbledore said loudly, but he paused. He hesitated the moment he saw the name. He did not rush to pronounce the name. Instead, he stretched his body slightly forward and turned his head. Looking towards the end of the staff bench.

Well, Edward and Poliarko were chatting about the Veela bloodline. They were so busy chatting that they didn't even notice that they had become the focus of the auditorium.