The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

As the director of the Sports Department, Ludo Bagman paid as much attention to this Triwizard Tournament as he did to the Quidditch World Cup. He sat on the stage and looked at everyone with a smile.

The reactions of Karkaroff and Madam Maxim were quite opposite. The former was very calm, but occasionally annoyed by Professor Moody's stare.

And another one from the Ministry of Magic, Barty Crouch, who doesn't seem to be interested in anything except... his eyes occasionally flick back and forth between Cyrus and Harry.

"Then... let's start." Dumbledore waited until everyone had finished their meal, and all the candles floating in the sky were extinguished. "The Goblet of Fire will select the representatives of each school!"

Everyone held their breaths. In this auditorium where only the flickering pumpkin lanterns were left, the atmosphere was almost condensed. Cyrus saw the dean waving to them from the professor's seat.

So he and Hermione stood over... as the security guards in the arena.

Although Mrs. Maxim saw that the two students who were responsible for the safety of the venue whispered unhappily beside Principal Dumbledore, but Principal Dumbledore insisted on this.

"The view here is good..." Cyrus stood on the professor's seat for the first time, looked at the bustling heads below, and whispered to himself.

"Actually, we've always been able to see your little moves... just too lazy to talk about it." Professor Sprout secretly pointed at his little badger, "Look, Roger Malone is still secretly stuffing fruits into his pockets."

Hermione snickered, but slowly, as time went by, her face gradually turned red, and her temperature gradually rose, and she suddenly thought of the small fight between herself and Cyrus under the table. ..

Apparently, the professors can see it all! !

Thinking of this, she glared at Cyrus, the young man scratched his hair inexplicably, and shrugged innocently, he didn't seem to realize what the dean meant...

The flame in the Goblet of Fire shook violently at first, and then turned from blue-white to fiery red. The tongue of flame flickered a few times, rolling out a lot of sparks... Finally, two rolls of parchment that were about to burnt were spit out.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and said, "Read it."

Cyrus hooked his fingers, took the few pieces of parchment, glanced at them seriously, raised them up under the eyes of everyone, and shouted loudly: "The warrior of Durmstrang is...Victor Krum... and Poliako Polieri!"

Two 'warriors'?

At the Slytherin table, Krum looked at the wizard beside him in astonishment, and the latter was also surprised by this. He waved excitedly at Principal Karkaroff.

So Krum and Polyarco walked to Principal Dumbledore, the room next to the auditorium, which seemed to be an empty room used by first-year freshmen to dress before sorting.

However, it wasn't over yet, after waiting for a while, Cyrus took two more, but this time it was Hermione who read them out.

"Fleur Delacour and Pol Tyfle"

Although Cyrus heard from Dumbledore that there is more than one school representative in this Triwizard Tournament, because he needs to ensure the safety of the students, the more dangerous the game, the more people, sometimes it will be safer...

However, after negotiation, it only increased the number of school representatives by one.

However, it is worth mentioning that the number of participants in the previous Triwizard Tournament was much higher than now, and there was no age limit.

Hermione saw Fleur standing up with a smile on her face from her younger sister Gabriel. When she passed by the two, she deliberately brushed her hair, and the silver-white hair brushed past the tip of their noses.

"Oh, by the way, my sister has always wanted to say 'thank you' to you..." She dawdled beside Cyrus for a while, as if she was muttering some little secret to outsiders.

Many Ravenclaw witches clenched their spoons or forks in unison.

Before Cyrus understood what she meant, Fleur smiled politely at the two of them and walked into the room.

She just loved seeing Hermione deflated, especially because...her little boyfriend, Fleur, and Hermione had been a bit contradictory with their initial words, so it was just her little revenge.

*Cyrus only felt a chill creeping up his spine. At this moment, his determination to face Hermione lost more than half, and he just accepted the parchment from Hogwarts tremblingly.

"It's Cedric Diggory! And..." Cyrus seemed to have seen something incredible, he hesitated, and finally handed it to Dumbledore.

As soon as Hufflepuff heard Cedric's name, they boiled, and they all screamed and beat their chests. Wayne even stepped on a chair with a white beard and howled.

"Cedric! We have Cedric!!"

"Woo! Hufflepuff bless!" They had witnessed a historic breakthrough, another feat after Cyrus, the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup.

Professor Sprout blushed with a smile, snatched the sherry from Professor Trelawney, and took several sips.

Harry underneath suddenly found that the three headmasters were all looking at him at the same time, which made him very disturbed. Ron and Neville thought he was sad because Gryffindor had no warriors.

"Principal Dumbledore, this doesn't meet the regulations!" Karkaroff was the first to speak up, and he frowned and said to Dumbledore, "If his age is acceptable, then my school should have more Too many people!"

Moody turned his head fiercely and opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Dumbledore. He rubbed his index finger on the crooked bridge of his nose and stared at Karkaroff for a long time.

"Currently, there are two students in each school...the most unfair is us," Cyrus interjected to retort, but the other principals ignored him.

"He's right, Harry took the names of other people in Hogwarts." Dumbledore agreed, and turned to ask the two Ministry of Magic referees, "Ludo, Barty, what do you think? "

"We must follow the rules. All names that appear in the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition of the Triwizard Tournament...Unfortunately, Albus, this is not good for you, but it must be so..."

Barty Crouch wiped his lenses repeatedly, speaking in a very stiff voice without any emotion.

Yes, the warriors of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are serious 17-year-old wizards, and age means higher grades, which means that they have a little higher knowledge than Harry.

So after a short negotiation, Cyrus could only announce the second warrior: "Harry Potter of Gryffindor!"

Suddenly, the audience was dumbfounded. Most of the people who recovered their senses looked at Harry. Even Ron forgot to wipe his precious war chess and stared at Harry dumbfounded.

It wasn't until Cyrus announced the last name that the Goblet of Fire was slowly extinguished, and everything was settled.

Everyone's eyes on Harry were on pins and needles. Fortunately, Dumbledore rescued him, so he quickly buried his head and fled into the small room next door. He didn't even dare to look up at the headmaster and Snape. eyes.

"Isn't he not old enough? That should be our quota!" Penello seemed to be crying, because she was also one of the names.

This matter is the last straw that has overwhelmed her reason these days. Before that, her boyfriend Percy always ignored her because of the work in the Ministry of Magic, so Penello always wanted to find something to do .

Even though Harry wasn't a warrior and she wasn't guaranteed to be chosen, she was still aggrieved.

"It's not your fault... my dear." Qiu Zhang held her head, gestured to Cedric, 'you go in first', and then tried to comfort Penello.

"Congratulations, but right now...you're under the most pressure" Cyrus and Cedric bumped their fists.

"I hope, but I will try my best..." Cedric looked at Harry's impatient back, "Why was he able to break through the defense line set up by the principal?"

"It's impossible to escape the age test...Maybe it's not necessarily Harry." Cyrus followed him and went to the small room together, "I hope your 'effort' is not..."

"I understand what you mean, brother, I understand." Cedric patted his shoulder heavily, with a bright smile on his face, "We are the strongest combination in Quidditch!"

Of course he will do his best to protect Harry who is younger than himself.