Together [HP]

After falling silent, he smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

No one noticed that Filch had been lurking in a corner of the Great Hall just now, and now he was walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box studded with jewels, which looked very old.The students watched with fascination and discussed enthusiastically.Some first-year students simply stood on chairs in order to see better.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific items for this year's Warriors' competition," said Dumbledore, as Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him. Many necessary arrangements were made for each of the projects. There are three projects, which take place at different times throughout the school year, and they will test the warriors in many different ways. Test their aptitude for magic, their guts and their reasoning Ability. And, of course, their ability to overcome danger."

Hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and everyone seemed to stop breathing.

"As you already know, there will be three warriors competing," Dumbledore continued calmly, "representing one participating school. We will rate them according to the quality of each event they complete, and when the three events are over, The Warriors with the most points will win the Trifecta. The Warriors are selected by a fair picker, and it's the Goblet of Fire."

Having said this, Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped three times on the lid of the box.The lid creaked open slowly.Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, rough-hewn wooden goblet.The cup itself was inconspicuous, but it was full of bluish-white flames throbbing inside.

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

"Every student who wants to run for a warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," said Dumbledore. Sign up inside. Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the Goblet will select the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, the Goblet will be in the foyer for all All the students have access to it.”

"In order to avoid the temptation of underage students," said Dumbledore, "when the goblet is in the hall, I will draw an age line around it. No one under the age of seventeen can cross this line. boundaries."

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who is going to participate in the campaign to pay attention that this competition is not a child's play, and don't participate rashly. Once the Warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must stick to the game to the end. throwing your name into the cup, in fact, forms a magical contract that must be kept. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. So please think twice and find out that you really want to participate in the game, Put the name in the glass again. Well, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night everyone."

"Age boundary," said Draco Malfoy, looking Jacqueline up and down with sparkling eyes, "I guess that can be fooled by aging agents, can't it? I think you are quite suitable, Graham Tom, aren't you number one in our year? And running around with those Gryffindor lions, I think you'll be number one, don't you?" At this point the students were walking across the Great Hall towards the two doors leading to the foyer. Go to the door.

"But why should I participate in this event that may kill me?" Jacqueline asked back. "And, if you think you can fool Professor Dumbledore, you're daydreaming.

"Where do you think they'll live?" Pansy said, looking at Durmstrang's students standing by the Slytherin table, "Dumbledore didn't say where Durmstrang's representatives slept, did they?" Is it?" She didn't listen to a word of what they said, she just looked at Krum's figure.

Yet her query was answered almost immediately.Karkaroff hurried over to his students.

"Okay, go back to the boat," he said. "How are you feeling, Viktor? Are you full? Shall I send some warm wine from the kitchen?"

Krum shook his head and put the fur cloak back on.

"Professor, I'd like some wine," said another Durmstrang boy, salivating.

"I didn't ask you, Polyarko," said Karkaroff sternly, his fatherly gentleness disappearing in an instant, "I noticed that you dripped food on the front of your robe again, You nasty boy."

Karkaroff turned and led his students towards the door, which happened to be at the same time as Harry, Ron, and Hermione.Harry stopped to let Karkaroff go first.

"Thank you," Karkaroff said casually, glancing at Harry.

Suddenly, Karkaroff was completely stunned.He turned his head back to Harry, staring at him as if he couldn't believe his eyes.Durmstrang's students followed behind the headmaster and also stopped.Karkaroff's eyes moved slowly to Harry's face, fixing on the scar.Durmstrang's students also looked at Harry curiously.The boy with the dripping soup on his chest stabbed the girl next to him, and pointed at Harry's forehead without concealment.

"Yes, that's Harry Potter." An angry voice came from behind them.

Karkaroff turned sharply.Mad-Eye Moody stood there, leaning heavily on his cane, his enchanted eye staring unblinkingly at Durmstrang's headmaster.

Karkaroff's face turned pale, revealing a hideous mixture of resentment and fear.

"It's you!" he said, staring blankly at Moody, as if not sure he really saw him.

"It's me," Moody said sullenly. "Unless you have something to say to Potter, Karkaroff, hurry up. You've blocked the door."

Really, half the students in the auditorium were waiting behind them, scrambling to look over the shoulders of those in front to see what was causing the traffic jam.

Professor Karkaroff said nothing, waved his hand and walked away with his student.Moody glared at him until he was out of sight.His enchanted eye was fixed on Karkaroff's back, an expression of extreme disgust on his mutilated face.

The author has something to say:

I realized I forgot to say something yesterday:

Does anyone still want to see Jacqueline's Invitation to the Fleur to the Yule Ball?Are you really not afraid that Hermione will blow up Hogwarts?