HP: Embrace the Darkness

Late that night, several sneaky figures appeared in the auditorium.

There were no lights in the auditorium, and the Goblet of Fire stood alone on the table at the teacher's desk, burning faintly. The blue light flashed and flickered, making the reflection on people's faces even more eerie.

Several little lions, led by Fred and George, crept close to the Goblet of Fire.

Just like what Dumbledore said, there is a white trace around the Goblet of Fire, which isolates the Goblet of Fire from the outside.

Fred looked at it for a long time and carefully stretched out his foot to test. After several times, he finally confirmed that this line would really stop them.

He gestured to the side, and George took out the prepared potion and handed it over.

Others around looked at each other and spread out to give them room to express themselves.

Fred and George boldly handed over a cup and drank the potion in each other's hands. They closed their eyes and jumped into the white circle as if they were dead. Their movements were exactly the same as they were jumping and walking before.

One second, two seconds...

Fred and George quietly opened their eyes and saw that they were still in the white circle, and immediately showed a victorious smile.

They confidently saluted their friends around them, took out slips of paper with their names on them, and turned them around in front of everyone.

After letting everyone see the note in his hand, he carefully threw the note in.

The note floated leisurely into the flames, and the flames surged, enveloping the note into the flames.

Before the twins could react, a white light suddenly exploded, ejecting them out of the white circle with irresistible force and slamming them onto the cold floor below the stage.

"Ouch—"

The twins who fell to the ground cried out in unison.

After rolling twice, I felt something was wrong, so I quickly covered my face and groped in disbelief.

"Merlin's big nose, we have beards?"

The little wizards around were strange and funny, and their laughter drove away the darkness of the auditorium.

The two brothers liked this novel discovery very much, and they grabbed each other and looked at each other.

"So this is what we look like when we grow old."

The two of them still spoke in unison, not caring about the ridicule of their friends around them, and stared at each other for a long time.

This farce is far from over.

The Weasley twins' plan failed, and others rushed forward to implement their own plans.

All kinds of weird plans emerged one after another, and the white line stayed there quietly, and no one could break through it overnight.

cellar bedroom

Asses leaned on the bedside, watching the small light spots moving and changing on the alchemy map, and said with his tongue: "They are quite energetic."

Hearing this, the other person on the bed pulled the quilt impatiently, attracting his attention.

"I assume you know the current time." The Potions Master closed his eyes and mocked skillfully.

He really didn't understand why Asses was so idle and stayed up most of the night, studying those stupid and energetic lions here.

"What time? Huh?...It's so late."

After waving his hand and looking at the current time, Assel suddenly felt guilty and raised his hand to extinguish the lights in the distance.

The bedroom suddenly fell into darkness.

The light suddenly died out, and the darkness suddenly struck. His eyes were a little uncomfortable. Aces closed his eyes and adjusted for a while before opening them again and looking in the direction of the potion master.

Say good night as usual, "Good night, Sev."

In the darkness, Snape relaxed and turned over to face Artes.

"OK, good night."

The two had a good night's sleep.

Today is the day to select the contestants for the Triwizard Tournament. The young wizards from the three schools gathered in the auditorium early, quietly glancing at the Goblet of Fire with different expressions.

Some of the little wizards were still yawning, with their eyes half-open. It was clear at a glance that they had not had a good rest last night.

"It seems everyone is looking forward to the results."

Dumbledore walked out of the small door with a smile, followed by Grindelwald, Madam Maxime and Karkaroff.

The little wizard's eyes lit up, and some of the little wizards who had not yet made up their minds to put in the note hurriedly took out the note, hesitating.

"But the time for the announcement is not now. Everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time."

The old man made a naughty joke but didn't get any applause. He smacked his lips with some regret.

After breakfast, the age-restricted white line once again fell into a steady stream of harassment from everyone.

The Weasley twins became more and more frustrated. The beards and white hair that grew last night were still there, but they had already forgotten the lesson and couldn't wait to continue trying.

Students from the other two schools were also watching, with eager gleams in their eyes.

The sky was getting dark, and the hidden moon quietly showed its corner, shining its moonlight on Artes and Snape who came out of the Forbidden Forest and headed to Hogwarts Castle.

They seemed to be particularly favored by the moonlight. The moonlight could be seen on the ground along the way, lengthening their shadows.

The bright and bright moonlight brought them to the gate of the castle, and they reluctantly hid until they entered the auditorium.

The lights in the auditorium were brightly lit, and the warm atmosphere enveloped everyone.

The aroma of food penetrates people's noses desperately, trying to arouse the appetite of diners.

The two walked in quietly and took their seats at the teacher's table.

With their arrival, the young wizards and teachers from the three schools gathered in the auditorium and looked forward to the Goblet of Fire.

At this special time, none of the exquisite food on the table could attract them, and they all counted down silently in their hearts.

In ten minutes it will be the final time to select the three warriors, and everyone is eager to know the result.

These ten minutes were probably the slowest ten minutes the little wizards had ever spent.

When the time came, everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Dumbledore stood up, walked to the Goblet of Fire, and smiled cheerfully in front of the young wizards, with a kind smile on the deep wrinkles on his face.

"The time we have been waiting for has finally arrived. Next, let's see which three warriors are selected to represent their respective schools."

"Attention, the chosen warriors need to walk from the door behind the teacher's desk to the next room, where you will receive the first instructions for the Triwizard Tournament."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue flame that had been burning steadily in the Goblet of Fire suddenly rose a lot, the flames swayed wildly, and the shadows of countless notes swayed and disappeared inside.

Everyone is watching it.

I don't know when the blue in the flames began to fade away, replaced by red flames that surged higher than Dumbledore's head.

After a while, the tongue of fire exploded, spitting out a piece of parchment that was still charred.

Dumbledore held out his hand and took it.

"The first warrior, Viktor Krum representing Durmstrang!"

In the auditorium, fierce applause burst out.

At this moment, there is no distinction between schools, they are simply applauding a warrior.

Krum stood up from Durmstrang's position, bowed slightly to everyone lazily, thanked them for their applause, and then walked to the room that Dumbledore was talking about just now.

Passing by the teacher's desk, his steps slowed down. Karkaroff patted his shoulder and watched him disappear behind the door.