The Last Goodbye

, the night fell, "There is about 1 minute left. Please come forward when the contestants whose names have been called." The hall fell silent, only the crackling of blue and white flames, dazzlingly bright in the dark auditorium.

Abraxas glanced down at his watch.Time is up.

The moment he raised his head, there was a whoosh, and the sparks in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red, sparks shot out, a tongue of flame shot straight up, and a piece of parchment was ejected—Bergstrm grabbed it.Everyone waited with bated breath.Headmaster Durmstrang read the words on the paper through the blue flame again, "Contestant representing Beauxbatons, Charlotte Malfoy!"

Abraxas froze for a moment.

Amid thunderous applause, a graceful figure left the round table surrounded by Beauxbaton's students and walked up slowly. Master Malfoy heard a little click of admiration from the two Durmstrang boys beside him.Beauxbaton's contestant was indeed beautiful, tall and slender, with elegant eyebrows, and long flowing hair shining like platinum under the blue and white firelight. Charlotte shook hands gracefully with the five judges, and then stood beside Blanc.Now everyone's attention is turned back to the Goblet of Fire.A few seconds later, it turned red again, and the second parchment burned out with a whoosh.

"Contestant for Durmstrang," Bergstrm announced loudly, "Dragan Kakaroff!"

This time the applause was louder than before, shaking the entire auditorium.

The table Karkaroff was standing on was very close to the judges. He strutted forward, briefly shook hands with them, took Beauxbaton's hand for a polite kiss, and then stood beside her.This time the crowd fell silent a little longer.Apparently Karkaroff was on the receiving end.

A few seconds later, the burning flame turned red again, sparks shot out, and the tongue of flame rolled high.With a whimper, Bergstrm caught the third parchment. "The contestants representing Hogwarts," he paused for a moment, his gray eyes moved, and after a second or two, he read aloud——

"Voldemort."

There was a murmur in the auditorium.

"It turned out to be that British genius..." The boy next to Abraxas sighed, "The one who stole the Philosopher's Stone from Grindelwald, how dare he come..."

"Who knows if it's the deity..." Another girl said. "There is Revelio Charm on the Goblet of Fire." The boy replied, "Besides, who dares to come for him, this kid is really brave..."

"There, he came out..."

A figure came out from a table far away in the auditorium.The man had his hands in his pockets, which was completely different from the majestic appearance of the other two contestants.He walked towards the judges leisurely, as if he was just going to water his garden or something - on the contrary, the other students in the auditorium looked more nervous, and they all sweated silently for him.The light in the auditorium was very dim, and the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang couldn't help but move towards the center, wanting to see the true face of the savior of England.With the blue and white light of the Goblet of Fire, they saw the profile of the Hogwarts players.He's younger than the other two schools, and looks very...

immature?

Durmstrang's students froze.Karkaroff, standing in front, also frowned.

this person……

Why does it look completely different from the newspaper?

Why are you such a jerk!Why are you so tender!

From the perspective of Nordic aesthetics, this Mr. Voldemort is simply weak.This height is only 180 cm?The skeleton is so slender?Does he have muscles?The face is too handsome, right?Is he really the one advertised in the Daily Prophet, that powerful, brave and resolute British man?He looks like a brat at all!This kid stole the Philosopher's Stone from Grindelwald?Standing on the judging panel now, the golden lion who seems to be able to break the kid's neck with one hand?Do not make jokes.Look at the way he walks, it's too elegant, it can't be compared with Karkaroff's majestic wind gushing out with every step forward.This little boy exudes indisputable femininity from head to toe. Abraxas heard the people around him sneer in a low voice, "He can be my girlfriend."

Riddle had expected this kind of reaction from everyone.

Who made Skeeter, that unscrupulous reporter always put the filter too far.

He calmly walked to the marble platform, first shook hands with his old comrade-in-arms Newt, and then walked towards Grindelwald.The dark wizard stared at him with great interest, "Amazing." He sighed softly, "Seeing is worth seeing a thousand times, Mr. Voldemort." Riddle calmly extended his right hand to shake each other's hands, "Both each other."

"It's really exciting." Grindelwald still looked at him with a smile, his tone was very subtle, full of a strange excitement, "I'm flattered that you made such a grand event."

"You misunderstood." Riddle also looked up at him, "I'm just a mockingjay, I hope you show mercy." Grindelwald let go of his hand knowingly, "You're lucky, kid." He said regretfully, "The two countries are fighting each other, so don't kill them." Riddle smiled gratefully, shook hands with the other three judges, and stood next to Charlotte and Karkaroff intact.

"...Very good." Bergstrm crushed the last note in his palm, cleared his throat, and made his tone look a little excited, "Next, the judges will take the three contestants into the next room." He said to The side door of the auditorium gestured, "There they will get information about the first game. Before they leave, please applaud them again and wish them good luck!" The applause rang out again. Abraxas watched the three warriors behind the marble stage while clapping along with the crowd.

His sister, seniors, and friends.

I don't know what to do, who will win?

MARTYRS, PARTII

1941

"Hahahahaha..."

On the night when the Goblet of Fire selected the three warriors, Harry nestled in the armchair in the teacher's office, laughing until his stomach ached.His ward is hovering in front of the bookshelf. Riddle pulled out a copy of "The Death of Danton", flipped through it casually, and put it back.Slender fingers slid across the rows of bibliographies, Rousseau, Voltaire, Marx, Schopenhauer... He picked out a thin booklet.

Harry's attention was still on the Daily Prophet in his hand, "...listen to this sentence again, 'His parents died, and he was alone and alone, and he experienced the warmth of home for the first time in Hogwarts...', What the hell is this, a romance novel? Skeeter's writing style is really..."

"...vulgar but provocative? 90.00% of the facts are interspersed with [-]% of lies, which can not only satisfy the truthful evidence that those in the know want, but also serve as the talk of others after dinner. Although I don't appreciate his style, But I have to admit that he has a great audience." Riddle walked over while flipping through the book in his hand, "L'hommeestnélibre, tepartoutilestdanslesfers..."

"Telse croitle matre desautres, quine laisse pasded 'être pluses sclavequ'eux." Harry put down the newspaper and looked at him happily, "When did you learn French? No wonder you gave yourself a French name..."

"What about you, when did you switch to Muggle studies?" Riddle put down "The Social Contract" and unceremoniously sat on the guardian's lap, but the other party moved his leg and kicked him off, "Mr. Voldemort, here is Durmstrang, enough is enough."

"I've checked the school rules. Durmstrang's professors can date students." The boy insisted and sat back.This time Harry didn't chase him away.On innocuous little issues, he has always given way to the other party.The boy raised his chin towards the bookshelf, "You have quite a few original books."

"Turn through casually when you are idle and bored."

"Why don't you buy the translated version?"

"Even if I bought the English version, I still can't understand it..."

"There are books you don't understand?" Riddle turned his head and smiled slyly, "Let me guess... Kant?"

"Have you ever read Kant?" Harry looked at him in surprise, "You used to only like to read biographies and novels. When did you start reading such difficult books?"

"You don't know, having a boyfriend who is a round older than yourself is a very troublesome thing." The boy said quietly. Harry froze for a moment.But Riddle changed the subject, "But after reading a lot, I found that the European trend of thought is also very interesting. The Germans and the French have different ways of thinking about problems, no wonder you like it. Oh, by the way, two days ago Albus He gave me an American book, Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby", maybe you are interested..." He didn't finish, because