A friendly day at Hogwarts

"Do you want to represent Beauxbatons in the competition?" Glenn was stunned for a moment and asked.

Morgana nodded slightly: "Yes, if I am selected, I might be able to win the championship and return to Hogwarts."

"You have a good idea." Qiu covered her mouth and snickered, "If you are really right, won't the students and teachers of Beauxbatons be mad to death?"

The three of them were talking and laughing while eating breakfast. From time to time, bursts of cheers came from the foyer outside. Someone must have thrown their name into the Goblet of Fire.

When leaving the auditorium, I happened to encounter Beauxbatons students walking into the foyer with Madame Maxime.

It seemed that they had great respect for the tall principal, and they lined up in line according to her instructions. Starting from Fleur, they approached the Goblet of Fire one by one and threw the parchment strips in their hands into the blue-white of flame.

As each name was thrown into the fire, the flames quickly turned red and sparked.

"Speaking of which, why didn't you sign up with them?" Glenn looked back at Morgana and asked.

Morgana spread her hands and explained: "Actually, Beauxbatons has a lot of rules. Everyone is afraid of Madam Maxime, but maybe it's because I am a transfer student. She is very good to me and is never too harsh. Restrain me."

As he was talking, there was another noise at the top of the stairs, and a group of people surrounded Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff, laughing and walking into the hall.

"Do it, Thad!" Ernie MacMillan, who was in the same grade as Harry, pushed him and shouted.

Cedric smiled and threw the note into the flames.

Just like before, the flame turned red again, rising slightly, and the dancing sparks scattered in all directions.

There was another burst of cheers and applause, and the Hufflepuffs who had accompanied him gathered around, smiling and patting his shoulders and arms.

Glenn glanced at Cedric secretly. If nothing else happened, he would still be elected as the Champion of Hogwarts.How to prevent him and Harry from picking up the trophy together in the final event requires long-term thinking.

Cedric seemed to have noticed Glenn, breaking away from the crowd and coming over to say hello.

Not only intentionally or unintentionally, he seemed to look at Qiu more, and his eyes were somewhat intriguing.

Throughout the day, there was a constant flow of people in the foyer, and many people completed their registrations one after another. Until it was approaching dinner time, Filch moved the Goblet of Fire to Dumbledore's seat on the staff table.

Harry and Ron originally wanted to try their luck, but Hermione stopped them on the grounds that "it's too dangerous! The spells we have are simply not enough!"

As for whether the two secretly signed up without telling her, no one knows.

Of course, it doesn't matter. Barty Crouch Jr. must have thrown Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire during the night and cast a powerful confusion spell to ensure that he would become one of the Warriors.

Because it was Halloween, the decoration of the auditorium was very different from usual.Under the candlelight, a large group of live bats flew around the enchanted ceiling, and countless pumpkin-carved little figures were placed in every corner, squinting at everyone.

Today's dinner seemed to take much longer than usual.However, the students in the auditorium seemed to have lost interest in the delicious food carefully prepared by the elf. They just kept looking up with anxious and expectant expressions on their faces.

Almost everyone looked restless, and from time to time someone stood up to peek to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.

Glenn didn't feel anxious at all and was still chatting with Qiu - the Harry trio told him before the banquet that Hagrid was very unusual today and dressed up specially to chat with Madam Maxime.

In Ron's words, "He's in love with her! Oh, if they have children in the future, they will definitely set a world record - I dare say each of their children will weigh a ton."

However, Qiu seemed a little strange. Not only was she not amused by him, but her face turned pale.

"Are you okay?" Glenn asked concernedly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"I'm fine." Qiu forced a smile and shook her head.

In the anticipation of almost everyone, the desserts on the long table finally disappeared, and the sound in the auditorium instantly rose a bit.

Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent.The other two principals looked as nervous and impatient as everyone else; Crouch, disguised as Moody, tightened his grip on the cane in his hand, his knuckles turning white; even Umbridge pursed her lips. Staring at the beating Goblet of Fire.

Okay, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision," Dumbledore said. "After the chosen warrior hears his name, please go to the top of the auditorium, then walk along the staff table and enter the next room-" He pointed to the door behind the teaching bench, "——There will be preliminary guidance for the three warriors. "

He waved his wand and extinguished all the candles except the jack-o-lantern, and the auditorium suddenly became much darker.The fire in the Goblet of Fire was a bit brighter, emitting a dazzling light, and the blue-white flames bursting with sparks were simply dazzling.

Everyone stared at the inconspicuous wooden goblet, holding their breath and keeping as quiet as possible.

Suddenly, the flame turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out.Then, a tongue of fire jumped into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from it.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment, shook the smoke from it, and announced in a clear and powerful tone: "The champion of Durmstrang is Viktor Krum."

Applause and cheers swept the entire Great Hall, and Krum stood up from the Slytherin table and walked slowly into the room that Dumbledore had pointed to earlier.For some reason, he looked a little listless.

"Awesome, Viktor! I know you are destined to be a warrior!" Compared with him, Karkaroff seemed more excited.

The applause and chatter gradually died down. After a few seconds, the flame changed color again, and a second piece of parchment jumped out of the cup, and Dumbledore reached out to catch it.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons," he read aloud, "is Fleur Delacour!"

"What a pity." Morgana spread her hands, "I thought it would be me."

Although she said this, her expression did not show any disappointment. On the contrary, several other Beauxbatons girls could not help but shed tears.

Fleur, who was sitting next to her, reached out and poked her forehead. Then she stood up gracefully, brushed her waterfall-like silver hair, and walked towards the room next to the staff table.

After a moment, the Goblet of Fire changed color again, sparks burst out, and tongues of fire shot high into the air. Dumbledore reached out and pulled out the third piece of parchment.

He glanced down and cast another glance in Glenn's direction.