miss foley of hp hogwarts

Snape held Ace's hand and walked down the corridor, the light stretching the shadows of the two people.

In the room ahead, blue light shines through the crack in the door.

This was the room where the Goblet of Fire was placed. Ace pulled Snape open the wooden door, and blazing blue flames billowed in the huge goblet.

The two people stood in front of the Goblet of Fire, their faces pale in the blue light.

Ace stretched out his hand and touched Principal Dumbledore's age barrier. It felt like he had touched the water, but was unable to cross the water and enter it.

Snape remembered what Principal Dumbledore said when he drew the line - "No one under 17 can enter, throw in the parchment with your name on it." He also stretched out his hand, but was also blocked by the barrier.

"As expected of the greatest white wizard." He raised his head slightly and made a brief comment, his eyes showing his admiration for Dumbledore.

Dumbledore deserves Snape's admiration for his wisdom, strength and contributions to the wizarding world.

Ace pointed his finger at his lower lip and started thinking, "Well...it's not like there's no way to get over it. The confusion spell can actually do it."

"Ordinary confusion spells won't work -" Snape raised his eyebrows and turned to Ace. Half of the boy's thin face was illuminated blue, and the other half was hidden in the darkness.

"——Otherwise, those guys who are as annoying as the Cornish elves would have thrown the parchments with their names on them into the Goblet of Fire like snowflakes."

Ace was amused by Snape's metaphor, and told Snape about the embarrassing things he heard about James and the others from Asta, "They have tried age-enhancing drugs a long time ago, and it really doesn't work. But the forbidden book area There are advanced confusion spells - we can't let them know about that."

After saying that, Ace took Snape's arm and left the place with light steps.

The curtains moved slightly, and a person wearing a large black robe came out from behind. The black robe enveloped his whole body. Only a strand of long hair hanging down could tell that she was a girl.

"Advanced Confusion Spell?" An inaudible whisper disappeared into the darkness, and she left in a hurry.

The Goblet of Fire will no longer accept registrations the day after tomorrow, leaving little time for her.

At Friday dinner, the three major magic schools in Europe plus exchange students from Ilvermorny gathered together.

"Tonight will be the moment when the Goblet of Fire selects three warriors from Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Hogwarts."

Principal Dumbledore was wearing a gorgeous purple robe, resting his hands on the podium and making a deep voice.

He raised the wand from Grindelwald and pointed it at the Goblet of Fire, which burst into blue-white flames.

"Oh! Merlin's Christmas stocking!"

This caused the students in the audience to exclaim. The flames were burning more intensely than before. They were three meters high and were about to touch the starry sky in the auditorium.

These blue-white flames twisted and gradually condensed in the sky, and finally revealed a name——

"Florent Martin! Champion from Beauxbatons!"

Florent stood up and bowed slightly to the surroundings.

Madame Maxime looked at Florent with praise in her eyes and patted her hands.The Beauxbatons students in gray-blue school uniforms cheered, and everyone else applauded in celebration.

The blue name disappeared and turned into flames rising again.

"Darnell Crum! Warrior from Durmstrang!"

Principal Karkaroff hit the ground hard with the scepter in his hand, causing sparks to fly.Darnell stood up, raised his hands in the air and cheered, looking vaguely in Ace's direction.

Everyone in Hogwarts looked expectantly at the sky above the Goblet of Fire, especially the male and female students who had put their names in. The last one would be their warrior.

The professors at Hogwarts also looked at the Goblet of Fire nervously. Professor McGonagall squeezed her hands, and Mrs. Sprout pulled Professor Sinistra's sleeve...

"Colt! Champion of Gryffindor from Hogwarts!"

"Oh - Colt! Colt!" The students of Hogwarts burst into cheers.

Colter's popularity is still very high in houses other than Slytherin. Although he often looks a little stupid and cute, he is also very good in his own ability.

A few Slytherin students curled their lips, slightly dissatisfied with the Goblet of Fire's choice of a marrow wizard.

But the choice of the Goblet of Fire was not over. Principal Dumbledore frowned and looked at the blue and white flames that continued to rise.

"Stephen Scamander, the warrior from Ilvermorny." Dumbledore slowly read the name condensed from the Goblet of Fire.

Everyone looked at the confused Stephen in surprise. Regardless of his age or the original intention of establishing the Triwizard Tournament, his name should not appear there.

"Stephen Scamander? Isn't he still 17 years old?"

"What method did he use to deceive the Goblet of Fire!?"

Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed it down to quiet the noisy little wizard on the seat, and looked at Stephen, "Allow me to ask, Mr. Scamander, did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

Stephen looked into Dumbledore's breathtaking eyes and shook his head. His hearty and firm voice reached everyone's ears.

"No, Professor, I swear I didn't!"

Principal Dumbledore pondered and looked into Stephen's eyes, "In that case, Mr. Scamander, I think you understand what it means to be selected by the Goblet of Fire. Are you willing to participate in this Triwizard Tournament?"

"Of course, Professor." Stephen showed a smile. Perhaps it was his bravery and enthusiasm that infected the people around him and made him make many friends. "To be honest, if it weren't for my age, I would even think of myself Throw in the parchment with my name on it.”

These words made everyone who was originally nervous laugh.

Professor Dumbledore looked at the children in the audience and couldn't help but sigh that there are so many talented people in these years. Almost every child is as good as Tom Riddle, such as Ace, Diane, Snape, Asta, and James. , Stephen et al.

Maybe they are not outstanding in every aspect, but there are always some places where they are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After setting off a climax, the dinner continued. Ace slightly raised his glass to Stephen, who was next to James, to congratulate him.

Sirius and James patted Stephen's shoulders excitedly, causing the orange juice in his glass to splash.Sirius laughed and said something to him, which Ace guessed was to express his excitement about his selection for the Triwizard Tournament.

These Gryffindor Quidditch enthusiasts naturally became good friends without any introduction, and often went to the field to ride broomsticks together.

Except for the Slytherin long table, Stephen had been to almost every house's long table. Ace guessed that he would be able to sneak into the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang tables in a few days.

The banquet for choosing the champions of the Triwizard Tournament ended with delicious food prepared by the house elves.

There were a few twists and turns, but it ended perfectly.