The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

This stunningly beautiful Fleur Delacour also has a younger sister, Gabrielle Delacour.

"Gabriel said that your welcome ceremony was very beautiful...that is...for me personally, it was very good..." Fu Rong held her chin gracefully with the back of her hand, "You must be the World Cup to destroy black wizards one of the people?"

She carefully looked at the boy in front of her. He was not very old, and was similar to herself. His blond hair was a bit fragmented and soft, making people want to touch it at a glance.

It's not because of anything else, it's just...pure curiosity about how it feels.

"It's me! Mostly me...if you read The Prophet!" Hermione hated the Beauxbatons witch.

In addition to her all-time attractive appearance and strange breath, Hermione also couldn't stand her small eyes that looked at Cyrus and herself arrogantly.

"She's yours...well..." Fu Rong seemed to be thinking of some euphemisms.

"Girlfriend? Yes... Hermione is my girlfriend" Cyrus introduced to her gently, which made Hermione look like a fighting rooster, "Don't worry, although the newspapers are a bit . ..cough...but she's actually a nice person..."

That damn Rita Skeeter, making Hermione a Sith Lord? !

"You guys remind me of something... um... Veela?" Hermione mumbled as she took a bite of the tender and juicy double cheeseburger, and pointed around, looking at Fleur and Gaga. Bree, and wizards who forgot to eat.

"Sorry~ We didn't mean to..." Furong nodded slightly towards the two of them. It seemed that the title of the British Wizengamot Youth Delegation was well-deserved.

Fortunately... Fortunately, the two of them were not old enough to participate in the competition, otherwise, they and the wizards of Durmstrang would have served as foils for Hogwarts.

Fleur admitted that her first impression of Cyrus was really good, after all, he was one of the few wizards who looked at her and Gabriel with useless... eyes.

Her eyes were so clear that even she herself couldn't believe it. Except for Principal Dumbledore, she couldn't think of anyone else at the first time... so much so that Fleur began to doubt her own charm.

Because it's too normal, as if she and her sister Gabriel are just ordinary good-looking wizards, and have nothing to do with Veela.

Evidently, she was unable to comprehend the most unfathomable magic, or rather, she had not yet had that experience.

After the main meal was over, a dessert similar to milk pudding was served. At this time, Principal Dumbledore stood up. He waited until the walking students stopped before he announced his speech with a smile.

"Then now, I announce the official start of the Triwizard Tournament!" Headmaster Dumbledore's announcement filled the entire auditorium with excitement and tension.

At this time, Cyrus noticed that there were some more people on the teacher's table. One was the director of the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic; Official style.

Then Principal Dumbledore introduced him as Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic.

No wonder Dumbledore would agree to Smaug's coming out. This time, almost none of the members of the Ministry of Magic can be regarded as Fudge's confidantes. Mr. Ludo Bagman is considered neutral, and Barty Crouch is regarded as close to Dumbledore of.

The reason is his work. The main job of the International Cooperation Department is to handle diplomatic affairs and promote cooperation between various institutions, including of course the International Federation of Wizards.

"In the next few months, our three school representatives will form the referee together with Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch! And..." Dumbledore glanced around and suddenly stopped at on Cyrus and Hermione.

In an instant, the alarm bells in Cyrus' heart rang loudly.

Sure enough, Principal Dumbledore suddenly looked at the two with a smile, and said slowly, "Of course...our Mr. Cyrus and Miss Granger will also assist us as security guards."

Now, all eyes were on the two of them.

For a moment, they didn't know whether it was jealousy or relief... the jealousy was because the two could participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and the relief was because they could no longer become 'warriors'.

"Wait, shouldn't it be me?!" Professor McGonagall also looked at him with incredible eyes.

"Minerva, you should take a break too, don't forget... just let him get acquainted with the school." Dumbledore shouted cheerfully, "Please bring that box up! Filch gentlemen!"

It was a wooden box with a very ornate appearance. After Dumbledore tapped three times with his wand, he took out a trophy that looked like a wood carving...but there was a blue flame in the cup.

The blue-white flame didn't seem to have much temperature, and Harry could clearly see Dumbledore's hand flicking back and forth over the rim of the cup twice.

But Cyrus didn't have any thoughts anymore, and now, all plans were in vain.

"It seems that your Potions class remedial plan is going to be postponed...I can't blame me..." Hermione looked at the sluggish boyfriend, and gently pinched his thigh with her hand under the table, expressing comfort.

"NO!!!"

Cyrus' grief and indignation were like a flood. At this time, he was like Darth Vader who lost Padmé. If Palpatine was here, he might clap his hands because of the surge of his dark side applause?

Why...why is there always something extra to spoil his plans!

Originally, Cyrus thought that anyway, he and Hermione could not be selected as 'Warriors' because of their age, so apart from watching the game, the rest of the time could be used to prepare potion experiments.

In the end...he just wanted to shout at Dumbledore: "Ihateyou! (I hate you)"

"But I want to remind everyone that although the final winner has a thousand Galleons, the chosen one... must persevere to the end, everyone... think twice before acting~"

After finishing speaking, Principal Dumbledore asked Filch to carry the wooden box and placed it in the center of the auditorium. Then he waved his wand, and a thin line appeared around the Goblet of Fire.

There was a faint shimmer.... Finally, it flickered a few times and then disappeared.

"It's a pity, Cyrus, it seems that you are the first to be eliminated." George Weasley walked over with a smile on his face, "Aging agent is a good way... Fred! We Maybe I can make some money again!"

"There's no rush~ we'll talk about it after we succeed." Fred seemed to have confirmed the attention of the aging agent.

"Don't think about it, what you can think of, Professor Dumbledore can't think of it?" Hermione folded her hands and tilted her head, "This magic must be able to accurately sense your real age..."

"Maybe it has something to do with life force," Cyrus added after feeling a little bit of life force.

But the persuasion of the two of them was not very useful when facing the extremely excited Weasley twins. George and Fred still said: No matter whether it is useful or not, they must try it.

After all, this is their last chance.

"By the way, there is one more thing~" Dumbledore shot back, "This competition is not just as simple as each school assigning a representative... Sign up enthusiastically."

"Also, remember! Don't take out the costumes that you are required to prepare on Halloween! The Halloween dinner is still the same! Of course, even if the students of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang don't have costumes, they still have candy."

Obviously, the official dress required by the school is for the banquet of the Triwizard Tournament?

But Cyrus was not interested, and his heart was full of anger at this moment, because... this time he would miss the potions lesson that he had agreed with Hermione again.

That's a cat!Limited cats! !