Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

After eating and drinking, Dumbledore stood up and introduced Cleveland Lawrence, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sports, who had arrived at the banquet.

"Mr. Raul and Mr. Bagman have been busy preparing for the Triwizard Tournament over the past few months," Dumbledore said somewhat guiltily.

In fact, they were basically not busy, at least not busy with the competition itself. If they did anything, it was probably to clear the way for Mu En to do what he wanted to do, and this did not take much effort.

"They will join me, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime as the judging panel to judge the warriors' efforts."

At the word "champion", the students seemed to pay more attention. Dumbledore seemed to notice the sudden silence, and he smiled and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

No one noticed that Filch, who had been lurking in a corner of the hall, was now walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box in his hands, which looked very old.

Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him, and Dumbledore spoke at the right time: "The scale of this competition can be said to be unprecedented in recent years, and many necessary arrangements have been made for each event.

These events will test the warriors in many different ways, testing their talent in magic, their courage, their reasoning skills. And of course, the most basic one - the ability to overcome danger. "

After hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and it seemed that everyone stopped breathing.

"Perhaps someone already knows the general rules of the Triwizard Tournament in history - there will be three champions participating in the competition," Dumbledore continued calmly.

"But, as I said, this is unprecedented - so, there are more than three this time."

"What?!" The young wizards of Hogwarts raised their voices one after another.

Such noises made the students of Beauxbatons frown frequently. They had been required to observe so-called etiquette since childhood, just like they would only sit down after Madame Maxime sat down just now.

Now, when the principal is speaking, it is undoubtedly inappropriate for the people below to make noise.

But Dumbledore, and even all the professors at Hogwarts, were used to it. They even liked it. Although it might feel noisy sometimes, it was really energetic.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Yes, you are surprised, aren't you? To be honest, when that grumpy gentleman made this suggestion, all of us headmasters had the same expression as you."

"Thirty!" said Dumbledore decisively.

Suddenly, the children of Hogwarts opened their mouths and fell into silence.

However, Dumbledore was not in a hurry and spoke again.

"Each school will select thirty warriors to participate in the initial trials!!"

The auditorium was boiling again, and even the people from the other two schools couldn't calm down.

They glanced around at the people coming from their school, counted their number, and suddenly discovered that they and others had already passed the initial screening!

Suddenly, their hearts dropped heavily.

When Harry heard this, he also glanced at the people from other schools.

No wonder there are so many people coming from the other two schools. From this perspective, these are actually the warriors from the two schools.

"I understand your excitement, but please be patient." Dumbledore raised his voice.

"The one responsible for selecting the champions is an impartial selector, and it is the Goblet of Fire."

"So saying, Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times. The lid creaked slowly open. Dumbledore reached inside and pulled out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet. The goblet itself was plain, but inside it was filled with dancing blue-white flames.

Dumbledore closed the box and placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the Great Hall could see it clearly.

"Each student who wishes to be champion must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and drop it into this goblet," said Dumbledore.

"Those who wish to become warriors may register within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, at the Halloween dinner, the goblet will select the names of the ninety students it thinks best represent the three schools.

Tonight, the goblet will be in the foyer, accessible to all students willing to run for office. "

"Can I sign up too, Professor?" A third-grade little wizard raised his hand.

"Of course, but the Goblet of Fire is not a vegetarian - it will select the best from each school for us." Dumbledore said:

"Everyone can put in their own name. Don't worry about whether the workload of the Goblet of Fire is too large. Don't worry."

As he spoke, Dumbledore pointed to the sky and emphasized seriously: "But I must say that if anyone is chosen, they cannot withdraw.

You must know that in this competition for victory and glory, we will be injured, and even possibly die - so even if we have enough strength, I must advise you to think twice before acting."

At the same time, someone noticed Filch. He came up again, holding a box as big as a ball. It was not the square box like before, but a treasure chest? !

Even the treasure chest was full and the lid could not be closed. Half of the glittering pure gold necklace was hanging outside, and the ruby ​​on the necklace pendant sparkled as he walked.

Filch placed the box next to the Goblet of Fire again, and Dumbledore began to introduce it.

“And that grumpy gentleman once again raised the stakes for this competition in order to motivate everyone.”

"According to Gringotts' preliminary estimate, the value of the items here is over 6,000 Galleons. If we take into account their historical value and collection value, the value is inestimable, at least over 10,000 Galleons!

Yes, it also has historical value. According to Gringotts's testing, this treasure chest and the things inside it are from the sixteenth century!"

Harry sensed the commotion beside him and turned around, only to see Draco's eyes glowing green and his white teeth showing.

"More than ten thousand, that's simply..." he whispered.

"Do you still care?" Harry was a little confused. Ten thousand was indeed a lot of money, even comparable to what many ordinary wizards could earn in their lifetime. However, in Malfoy's opinion,

"You know how powerful the 10,000 Galleon gimmick is." Draco licked his lips.

"This competition will be greater than anyone imagined. Naturally, there may be unimaginable glory in it!"

"Looks like you're going to join," said Harry.

"Of course." Draco nodded. He thought to himself that he was not the top fighting force in Hogwarts, but at least he could be in the top 30.

"What about you?" He looked at Harry.

Harry thought for a moment, then nodded: "Well, there is no dueling tournament this year, so participating in this is not bad."

The next morning, when Harry called Draco and others to get up early for morning exercises, he was surprised to see people in the lounge who had gotten out of bed as early as they had.

After walking out of the lounge and going up to the first floor, I saw scattered figures in the foyer.

Hermione and Neville and the others had obviously just arrived and were standing on the outskirts of the crowd.

"Draco, do you want to go and take a look?" Astoria said.

"Of course." Draco nodded affirmatively. He had long forgotten about such insignificant things as morning exercises.

As they approached, they soon saw the drifting flames through the gaps in the crowd.

The Goblet of Fire was placed on the stool where the Sorting Hat used to be, waiting quietly.

"Has anyone submitted their name?" Draco looked at a Ravenclaw who looked familiar.

"Yes, everyone from Durmstrang, they came in a line." The man replied, "But they are just going through the motions. I counted and there are about thirty of them here. Apparently they got some information about the Three Gun Tournament a long time ago."

"You must have known this basic rule long ago. Otherwise, how would you arrange for people to come to our school? It's impossible for everyone in the school to come." The man's friend punched him on the shoulder: "You're just talking nonsense."

"What about Hogwarts?" Harry asked curiously.

"Not yet." The man shook his head again: "At least we haven't seen any Hogwarts put their names in yet."

Harry noticed that Draco straightened up a little.

Sure enough, Draco raised his hands, straightened his robes, and tossed his hair.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he flipped his right hand, and a folded piece of paper appeared between his two fingers.

"When did this guy write the note?" Harry's mouth twitched.

He threw the note in, and immediately, the blue flame rose a little higher, emitting a red outer flame, as if to indicate that he had received the "registration form"

Harry looked at Hermione now. He hadn't had a chance to ask these friends yesterday if they wanted to attend.

"Of course." Neville nodded: "Even if I don't want to, the teacher will definitely want me to attend."

Hermione looked at Harry, noticing the look, and Harry responded affirmatively, "Of course I do."

After getting Harry's answer, the little witch hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Well, although I think we are only fourteen years old and definitely not suitable for participating in this competition, my opinion does not count. The Goblet of Fire will tell me the answer."

Harry took out the parchment and used a spell to divide it into small strips of paper, which he then distributed to everyone.

After a moment, Harry took the lead in writing his name and put it in. Others followed suit and completed the registration.

Even Astoria put her name in.

Today's morning exercise was not so comfortable. Undoubtedly, they became the focus of many people's attention. Draco left in a hurry after running. He really liked the feeling of being noticed, but not like being watched like a monkey.

"What do they know? They can't even imagine the benefits of long-term exercise," he said indignantly.

On the other side, Harry was catching his breath when he saw the students of Beauxbatons walking over under the line of Madame Maxime.

Then he walked past them and entered the castle, submitting his name one by one, even Gabrielle's.

Hermione asked curiously, "Do you think they will continue to study during their time in the castle?"

"I don't know." Harry shook his head: "They are basically seniors now, so maybe attending classes isn't that important."

"How can it not be important?" Hermione was a little confused.

Harry smiled and turned to walk towards the hall: "Hermione, I think breakfast is more important."

After everyone from Beauxbatons signed up, they entered the auditorium and began to enjoy breakfast.

There were already quite a few people in the auditorium at this moment, including Professor McGonagall's people who were dining at the guest of honor table.

More than ten minutes later, a little girl with silver hair ran towards Madame Maxime. After a moment, she waved to her sister with a smile on her face and ran towards Harry.

Gabrielle came close to Harry and looked at him with her big blue eyes.

"Brother Pete, do you know where Mr. Lucifer is?"

"You can call me Harry." Harry looked down at her. "Mr. Lucifer is usually in Professor Jones' office."

"Can you take me to see it?" Gabrielle said.

"Of course, but today is the weekend, they are probably not here." Harry said, and then asked curiously: "What are your sister and the others going to do?"

At this moment, Madame Maxime stood up, and in front of everyone in Hogwarts, they quickly lined up, as did Professor McGonagall, as if they had reached some kind of agreement.

Madam Maxime looked at the students of Beauxbatons with dignity: "You will be staying here for a long time, so we must get to know this castle.

This is Professor Minerva McGonagall, who teaches Transfiguration at Hogwarts. We will follow her steps and visit this thousand-year-old castle.

"Touring the castle," Harry muttered, looking across at Hermione. "What do you think of this?"

"I don't think so." Hermione shrugged. "Maybe show them where the classroom is so they can continue studying."

Harry rubbed his chin and nodded: "Probably."

However, he inexplicably felt that this matter had something to do with the content of the game, but he didn't think much about it and asked instead: "Do you want to join me?"

"Of course." Hermione wiped her mouth: "I'm going to the library."

So the two of them took Gabriel to the third floor and soon arrived at Mu En's office.

dong dong——

After a moment, the door opened. Sindel looked at the three of them and smiled. "Oh, Harry, Hermione, why are you here? Who is this?"

"This is Mr. Lucifer's friend, Gabrielle, and this is Professor Jones' assistant."

"Hello, Gabrielle, my name is Sindel." Sindel lowered her body slightly and greeted the little girl.

"Hello, Miss Sindel, I would like to ask if Mr. Lucifer is here?" Gabrielle spoke English slowly and as standardly as possible.

"I'm here." Before Sindel could say anything, a depressed voice came from inside: "Come in."

"Where's Professor Jones?" Harry walked in and looked at Sindel.

"He's in the headmaster's office. I think it's about the Triwizard Tournament."

"That's better." Lucifer's voice sounded, with a downward tone, as if he was in a bad mood.

Harry and Hermione also walked over and saw Lucifer wandering anxiously in the fireplace, with blue and purple sparks constantly splashing from his body.

"Alas."

"Mr. Lucifer, what's wrong with you?" Gabrielle squatted in front of the fireplace and asked worriedly.

Lucifer turned around and looked at them, then sighed heavily.

"Ugh"

At the same time, on the eighth floor.

The atmosphere in the principal's office was hot and cold. The principals on the wall pretended to be asleep and made no sound. The Sorting Hat was in the cabinet, quietly narrowing its eyes into a dotted line, secretly observing the two people who were waiting in full battle array.

Fawkes sat on his gilded perch, looking back and combing his fur.

Moon and Dumbledore were standing solemnly in front of the bird's nest.

After a while, in silence, Dumbledore finally spoke. He was serious and puzzled, and asked: "Moon, can you explain to me what this is?"

Mu En let out a long breath, and it was rare that he didn't look confident or playful in front of Dumbledore.

He was as serious as Dumbledore, but with a hint of guilt.

"I don't know either."

After saying that, the two looked at each other, and then turned their attention to the bird's nest.

"You said this"

"Sigh~"

In the bird's nest, there was a bird's egg, slightly bigger than a fist, with a golden-red shell and dotted with blue-purple starlight, standing quietly.