Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

"Well." Mu En had no choice but to speak again: "Do you think we should set up two tables?"

Dumbledore pretended not to hear what Moon said. In fact, he cared more about something else.

"The reproduction of phoenixes is extremely demanding," he said. "They have extremely high standards for love, and only when such standards are met will they consider reproducing the next generation.

On the other hand, what kind of existence is Lucifer? At least he has no physical body, right? "

"Well, that's true." Mu En nodded.

Dumbledore slowly stretched out his hand, as if wanting to touch the bird egg.

The next moment, a sharp beak gently pecked on Dumbledore's finger.

Dumbledore withdrew his hand and smiled helplessly: "Well, it seems that Fawkes doesn't want me to disturb her baby."

“No one wants that.”

Fawkes called out twice softly, indicating that he did not really hate Dumbledore, but it was not appropriate to let him touch and examine the child now.

"I know." Dumbledore combed Fawkes's hair gently with his arched fingers, his eyes twinkling.

"How could they have a child?" he was puzzled.

After a moment, he had no choice but to attribute the cause to

"Love," he said. "I think it's just love, the purest and most sincere love. Love is the greatest magic."

"That's right, this is the only explanation now." Mu En couldn't help nodding: "Yes, that must be the case, they really love each other."

Dumbledore glanced at him and said helplessly: "You don't have to emphasize this, really."

"Oh, that's fine." Mu En nodded, and suddenly said, "Really don't need to set up two banquet tables? Do you want a betrothal gift?"

Dumbledore turned around, sat behind his desk, and poured himself a glass of lemon and honey water.

"I think we should focus on the Goblet of Fire. It's a really big project."

"It's almost done." Mu En picked up a deck of tarot cards on the table, kept shuffling and cutting the cards, and finally drew out one.

【The Fool】

Major Arcana Card 0 - The Fool.

"This is a [Fool's Journey]." Mu En slowly put down the cards, then turned and left.

"By the way, how long will it take to incubate this egg?" Mu En asked.

"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head: "I'm not a phoenix."

"Ok."

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Harry and the others had already left, leaving only Lucifer and Sindel in the office.

"Lucifer!" Mu En pushed the door open: "You really deserve to die!"

"We really love each other." Lucifer quickly defended: "And I don't know anything. We didn't do anything."

"Of course I know." Mu En let out a long sigh.

He must know that what Dumbledore said is true. After all, Lucifer is not a phoenix. Why he could come out of an egg is something no one can figure out.

But

"Ugh"

Now that things have come to this, it seems there is nothing that can be done.

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't seem to mind too much. Moon always felt like his own pig was eating other people's cabbages.

But he thought the pig was a real pig and the cabbage was really good cabbage.

"If you dare to treat her badly, I will beat you to death." Mu En said seriously.

"?"

Lucifer looked at Mu En in confusion.

"Shouldn't you be on my side?"

In the evening, the Halloween decorations that Fred and George complained about yesterday have reappeared, and the decoration of the auditorium has changed again. Because it is Halloween, a large group of live bats fly around the enchanted ceiling, and there are hundreds of little people carved out of pumpkins in every corner, looking at everyone with squinting eyes.

Almost all the young wizards in Hogwarts were discussing who would be one of the thirty. Since there was no registration limit, they were all waiting with either anxiety or anticipation.

"Cedric will definitely do it, there is no doubt about that." A second-year Hufflepuff wizard discussed with his friends: "Well, the only suspense is probably me."

"You don't have any doubts either." His friend said bluntly, "Don't worry, you don't stand a chance at all."

"What if?" the little wizard said unhappily, "Even though Harry Potter is in his second year, he will definitely become a warrior. Why can't I?"

"Hey, how did you come up with the idea of ​​using Potter to flatter yourself?"

This year's Halloween dinner was undoubtedly the most boring one. Even Fred and George just sat obediently at the long table and ate their fill.

They all looked at each other with eager eyes. As for the exquisite meal, its appeal to them had been largely lost.

And perhaps it was precisely because of this mentality that the dinner became extremely long.

Harry looked at the guest of honor seat in confusion, with doubts between his brows.

"What are you looking at?" Draco asked while eating grilled fish fillet.

"I'm just a little curious why Professor Jones clinked glasses with Dumbledore so many times today. And look at Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick, etc. They were all smiling the whole time, as if they heard some great news, and then raised their glasses to the two of them."

Draco also observed carefully, and then saw that Hagrid had also heard the news. He slammed the table with a look of surprise on his face.

"Really? Oh my God, this is incredible." His voice was so loud that it could penetrate the noisy auditorium and reach the ears of the people below.

As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes. He raised his glass directly to Mu En and drank the wine in his huge glass in one gulp.

"Generally speaking." Draco thought for a moment: "This situation will only occur after two people have a major collaboration. And this collaboration is definitely what everyone wants to see."

"Cooperation?" Harry nodded, feeling very curious.

Finally, the golden plate returned to its spotless state, and everyone's eyes quickly turned to the guest of honor seat.

"Well, I think the Goblet of Fire is about to make his decision." Dumbledore said: "In a moment, after the names of the champions are announced, please go to the top of the hall, then follow the long table of the faculty and go into the next room - all the champions will receive preliminary instructions on the first project there." Dumbledore said.

"Isn't that a utility room?" Draco complained in a low voice.

"Maybe it's been magnified." Harry said, "Remember the small room where we waited for the sorting when we were first years? That was magnified."

"Ok."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and all the candles except those in the pumpkin lanterns went out. The hall suddenly fell into a state of semi-darkness. If it weren't for the Goblet of Fire, perhaps there would be couples who wanted to hold hands.

The Goblet of Fire suddenly emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything else in the entire hall. The blue-white flames with sparks were almost blinding. Everyone watched and waited...

"It's coming." Crabbe took a deep breath. He had also signed up, and he couldn't help but look forward to being selected.

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and sparks flew out. Then, a tongue of fire leaped into the air, and thirty pieces of charred sheepskin flew out of it. Dumbledore raised his wand, and the wand flashed with instantaneous fireworks - "Go!" he said.

Suddenly, the parchments flew towards the Slytherin table and fell into the hands of the Durmstrang people.

Soon, thirty people stood up and cheered loudly.

There were only seven or eight people who were not selected, and to be honest, Harry felt sorry for them.

But Karkaroff didn't see it that way now. He walked down and put his arms around Marcus and Krum with a fatherly expression: "Well done, I knew you could do it. All right, boys and girls, you are worthy of being the outstanding children of Durmstrang. Line up at the back, quickly!"

Then, he turned his head again and looked at those who were not selected, and the gentleness on his face disappeared instantly.

"Ahaha, you silly boys, if I were you, I really wouldn't continue sitting here, go back to the boat, right now!"

Harry and Draco looked at each other in silence.

It was not until the people from Durmstrang left that Draco spoke up: "To be honest, the people who came this time probably have about the same level. But things will be different after this."

"I hope those seven or eight people can go back on their own instead of staying here any longer." Harry agreed.

Soon, the students of Beauxbatons were also selected. Just as Draco said, the large number of people who came here this time were basically the best students in their respective schools.

Even if you were not selected, it might have been just a little bit off, which is undoubtedly a very regrettable thing.

Madame Maxime, a tall, cold-looking lady with great dignity, gently comforted those students who were not selected.

After the children of Beauxbatons entered, they arrived at Hogwarts.

Everyone stared at the Goblet of Fire, and then, as everyone watched, the flame in the cup suddenly rose, and thirty sheets of smoking parchment spewed out.

They quickly dispersed and flew towards the four long tables like stars.

Draco looked at the notes flying towards Slytherin and swallowed involuntarily.

"Please, come here! Take a picture towards me!"

Soon, a note fell into the hands of McCherry, who was in seventh grade this year. He was tall and strong, with muscles all over his body. Last year, he showed unparalleled suppression power in Quidditch and also won the third place in the duel competition.

"Woohoo!" The Slytherin table cheered for him, and then the second note fell. It was from Gard, the seventh-year prefect and Quidditch player. Harry had treated his hand injury the year before, and last year he lent his prefect badge to Harry and asked him to take the abducted children to the dormitory.

"Well done." Harry applauded them.

Soon, here, under the gaze of everyone at the long table, a note fell on Harry's side. He reached out and turned it over.

really!

The next moment, thunderous cheers broke out from the Slytherin table.

"Potter! Potter!!"

"We have Potter!!"

At the same time, looking at the dwindling number of notes, Draco swallowed.

Won't--

Just as he was thinking this, a note slowly fell in front of him.

"Huh" he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Draco, I knew you had it!" The Slytherins around him also began to cheer for him.

"It's to be expected." Draco raised the corners of his mouth and put his excited hands in his pockets.

Soon, the specific contestants came out.

Gryffindor: There are nine warriors in total, including Fred, George, the seventh-year girl Angelina, Hermione, Neville, Ron, as well as two seventh-year students and one sixth-year student.

Slytherin: There are eight warriors in total. In addition to the four people mentioned above, there are two seventh years and two sixth years.

Hufflepuff: There are five warriors in total, four seventh years and one sixth year, led by Cedric.

Ravenclaw: There are eight warriors in total, four seventh years, two sixth years, one fifth year, and one - Draco's old friend, Mike Carterence, who was eliminated by him in two dueling competitions.

"Weasleys!" cheered the Gryffindors.

"Ginny, your brothers are all warriors." Lavender Brown pulled Ginny's arm and shook her.

"I know, I know." Ginny's face also flushed with excitement.

Soon, led by Professor McGonagall, a total of thirty Hogwarts students poured into the expanded room.

Seeing them coming, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's expressions gradually became subtle.

"Could it be that the so-called best students at Hogwarts have so many children?"

Especially Durmstrang, these guys are generally taller, and from their perspective, at least one-third of the people in front of them are little kids.

Thinking of this, the atmosphere in the whole room gradually became relaxed. They kept looking at each other, then showed an expression of "you know" and chuckled softly.

"Ahem!" The door opened again and Moon walked in. Behind him followed the two directors of the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore also came in, closed the door, and then glanced around the room.

"Let me tell you?" Moon turned to look at Bagman.

"Professor, you can come." Bagman spread his hands and lowered his head.

"Okay." Mu En turned around and looked at the students.

"I think you should have noticed that there are not many competitions that have so many participants. This is not an exam, where you are given questions to do and then ranked.

Therefore, the final honor depends on your own ability. The Goblet of Fire can only give you a basic admission ticket. "Moon said slowly.

"The first event is the knockout round. It will be held on November 24th. The specific time and venue of the competition will be larger than you think.

The first thing I can tell you is that in this competition, no one outside the venue can help you. Even some of your own props will be confiscated - including your wand! ! "

"what?"

"What kind of wizard would I be if my wand was confiscated?"

Mu En looked around and coughed twice again.

"That's all I have to say. Your objections are invalid. Your principals already know the general content of this competition, so even if you don't believe me, you can trust your principals."

Madame Maxime spoke at the right time, crossing her arms in front of her and smiling, “This is an extraordinary competition, not just about who can wave the magic wand better.

So get ready, kids."