The Last Goodbye

It is specially used for campus assemblies, not for students to eat and study by themselves like Hogwarts.

At the very front is a long strip of black marble.The staff standing behind it were coming forward to shake hands with the Hogwarts and Beauxbatons delegations in turn.Durmstrang's students stood in twos and threes around the round marble tables.The students from Hogwarts also quickly integrated into them, while those from Beauxbatons gathered closely together, quietly observing the students from the other two schools.

After everyone greeted each other warmly for a while, Bergstrm clapped his hands twice to signal everyone to be quiet. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and our guests." He stood behind the dark marble dais in front of the auditorium. "Welcome to Durmstrang. On behalf of the staff of our school, Jin And students, I sincerely hope that you have a pleasant and challenging year here. After the summer, the Triwizard Tournament will officially begin. According to tradition, there will be three contestants, one contestant from each school .Our five judges will rate each contestant's performance in the competition task. After the three competitions are over, the one with the highest total score will win. The contestants will be selected by our impartial selector - the Goblet of Fire."

He gestured to the professor beside him, and the other party brought out a treasure chest from under the marble platform. Bergstrm slid his right hand lightly on the mouth of the box, creaked, and the box opened.The headmaster took out a huge wooden cup that looked rough.Abraxas not far away raised his eyebrows.The Goblet of Fire would have been unremarkable were it not for the blue-and-white flames that danced around its rim, like the huge goblets used to serve troll guests at the Three Broomsticks.

Bergstrm set the goblet on the marble stand.

The bottom of the cup hit the marble and made a muffled thud.It appears that the Goblet of Fire is much heavier than it looks.The headmaster continued, "Applicants must write their names and schools neatly on the parchment, and then throw the parchment into the cup. Those who are interested, please put their names in the cup within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, which is the eve of Halloween , the Goblet of Fire will give the names of the most qualified players selected by it to represent their school. In addition..." He paused for a while, "I want to remind you that once you are selected by the Goblet of Fire, you must continue the competition to the end, unless There is no possibility of abstaining if the contestant dies or suffers fatal injuries that cannot continue the competition." The students in the auditorium did not respond to these words, and they must have known about this for a long time. Bergstrm's dark gray eyes slowly scanned everyone in the auditorium. He wanted to continue talking, but suddenly stopped.The principal looked towards the door at the end of the auditorium, and the others followed his gaze.

The surrounding air trembled.

Calm returned quickly.

"Looks like another of our judges has arrived." Albus turned to look at Blanc and Bergstrm.Principal Beauxbaton was obviously a little nervous, he stood up straight unconsciously, his chin raised slightly, showing a slightly haughty expression.Principal Durmstrang had a pleasant smile on his face.His smile wasn't as dry as before, and he looked rather smug now.

A cloud of black flames suddenly rose from the corner of the auditorium gate, burning a small door on the brown gate.It is said to be a small door, but it is also more than three meters high and two meters wide.Immediately afterwards, just like when the Hogwarts vice-headmaster arrived, a person walked out from the center of the flame door.This time it is not a delegation, only one person.The time-space gate closed behind him, leaving only purple-black ash falling on him.

This time the students in the auditorium were not as calm as before.A few people jumped back reflexively, and many more gasped.The late comer didn't care about the students' surprised or frightened eyes, he strode forward directly, and the students automatically retreated to the two sides, giving him a straight and wide road.The man walked swiftly, and the black wizard robe fluttered behind him, like dancing ink.

"My old friends, long time no see."

The visitor spoke, his voice was low and magnetic, and it was able to strangle the heartstrings of all listeners in an instant.He smiled slightly, his eyes slowly swept across the crowd behind the black marble, and he didn't stay on any one of them for too long or too short a time.His eyes are very special.The silver right pupil is like a sharp knife.The black left pupil is the deep night.His eyes are gentle and deep, like the impenetrable water in a pensieve.

"Welcome, Mr. Grindelwald!" Bergstrm said enthusiastically, looking like he was about to jump over the marble platform. Grindelwald raised his hand to signal that he was welcome, then walked forward, shook hands with Headmaster Durmstrang, lowered his head, and gracefully kissed the hand of Headmistress Beauxbaton, who seemed a little nervous, Finally he turned to the Vice-Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Albus Dumbledore stretched out his right hand naturally, looking at Grindelwald peacefully with his blue eyes.

"Long time no see, Albus." The dark wizard held the other's hand without hesitation.

"Long time no see, Mister Grindelwald." Dumbledore replied with a smile.

The moment their hands were clasped, they each cast a cutting spell.

He didn't hurt the other party, he just cut his own hand.

Then use the power of your own blood.

Bind each other firmly to this land.

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Author's Note: The pairings are Harry and Riddle and Grindelwald and Dumbledore.Main plot direction, medium-length novel, HE ending, the outline has been drawn up so there will be no pitfalls, monthly updates are guaranteed, and weekly updates are strived for. I hope readers like it.The significance of original characters is only to promote the plot, there is no original CP.

Martyrs

MARTYRS, PARTI

1941

Goblet of Fire is lonely.

It never felt like 24 hours was so long.

Really long - considering the delegations from Beauxbatons and Hogwarts threw their names in within the first hour.Durmstrang, as a landlord, came to sign up one after another from the second hour, but they finished the report in less than 15 minutes.So for the remaining 22 hours and 45 minutes, the Goblet of Fire stayed alone in the lobby, accompanied only by the north wind passing through the hall...

It found the contestants extremely boring.

You know, the plots of the previous hegemony competitions were "My good buddy signed up, so I also signed up for brotherly love", or "My goddess signed up, so I also signed up for sadomasochistic love", or "My favorite People who hate have signed up, so I have to sign up for "Love and Kill", or "Oh, actually I'm just here to make soy sauce, in case the Goblet of Fire sees me pleasing to the eye, the dragon's tricks come in" and other dramas.How beautiful is the burning youth.Why are the students in this class not burning at all?Fire up, boys!It is youth when it burns.The thousand-year-old Goblet of Fire thought so.

Of course, it didn't know that the whole world fell into war after it fell into a deep sleep last time.Now it is dealing with a generation that has grown up in war.At a very young age, they witnessed bombs piercing the sky and blasting deep pits one after another in distant villages and towns.Relatives of some students went to the front lines and never returned.Their older brothers and sisters, who joined the work, traveled all over the continent, fighting openly and secretly for the forces of conservatives and radicals.Every time something went wrong in the papers, the Owl Club was inundated with letters from worried parents.The challenges of the Trifinals pale in comparison to war.The Goblet of Fire quickly made a choice, and then fell asleep in a daze in the rather hypnotic draft.

When he woke up again, the auditorium was full of people.

It yawned and looked up at Principal Durmstrang standing on the left. Next to Bergstrm stood Beauxbatons and the Head of Hogwarts - Blanc still gracefully on Dumbledore's arm.They were chatting in French in low tones, the soft, short syllables of which were pleasant to the ear, like a lilting song.It's really a man of talent and beauty.The Goblet of Fire sighed inwardly, and glanced at the students in the auditorium again.They were scattered around the hall in twos and threes, looking forward to it.Uh-huh.Although they are not as impatient as previous candidates, they are better than the boring calm when they put in their names.This also satisfied the Goblet of Fire, and looked to his right while thinking about it.

Good guy!

It's okay if you don't look at it, but the whole cup trembles when you look at it.Could the German judge's face be a little more stinky? His murderous smile makes people feel that he might as well not smile.Was he trying to softly strangle someone?The Goblet of Fire collected himself and looked at the British judges beside the German judges.The man's face was very calm, although it could still tell that there must be something wrong between these two people.When they spoke occasionally, the German looked like a lofty falcon facing a little hedgehog that he couldn't catch.Having said that, Falcon still chats with the little hedgehog from time to time, and seems to have an indescribable interest in the little hedgehog—somewhere between disdain and curiosity?The jury is also very interesting.

"It's almost time." Bergstrm waved his hand