[HP] Reason is still chaotic

After dinner, the students all walked through the auditorium toward the two doors that led to the foyer.

"Age boundary!" Fred's eyes sparkled. "That's easy, sure you can be fooled by the aging agent, can't you? As soon as your name gets into that cup, you can smile happily—" It doesn't tell who's over 17 and who's under!" At this point the students were walking across the hall toward the two doors that led into the foyer.

"But I don't think anyone under 17 can win," said Hermione. "We haven't learned enough..."

"That's about yourself," said George impatiently. "You'll try to take part too, won't you, Harry?"

"Hmm!" Harry replied vaguely, "I'll have to ask Sirius."

"Oh!" Fred waved his hand, "Sirius will definitely promise you!"

George nodded in agreement, "That's right! On the contrary, Mom would definitely not agree to us!"

"Don't be silly!" Hermione said sternly, "This kind of competition is so dangerous, how could Sirius agree?! Ron, don't you think so?"

"Where is he?" said Ron, not listening to a word they had to say, just searching the crowd for Krum, "Dumbledore didn't say where Durmstrang's representatives slept, did they?" ?"

Yet his doubts were answered almost immediately.By this time they had reached the Slytherin table, and Karkaroff hurried over to his students.

Harry casually watched as Karkaroff greeted Krum.Harry backed away from the crowd as Karkaroff turned and walked towards the door.Karkaroff ignored him, and returned to the ship with his students.

Back in the tower, Hermione went back to the girls' dormitory angrily, but she failed to persuade any of them.In the bottom of his heart, Harry felt that Hermione was right, but he himself would definitely play, and instead of being forced to cheat, it would be better to just throw his name into the Goblet of Fire.He didn't want to experience the feeling of being rejected again!

The next day was Saturday. Generally speaking, the students went to breakfast very late.However, Harry, Ron and Hermione weren't the only ones waking up much earlier than usual on weekends.When they went downstairs into the foyer, they saw more than 20 people gathered there, some of them were still eating bread, and they were all looking at the Goblet of Fire carefully.The cup stood in the middle of the hall, on the stool where the Sorting Hat usually stood.A thin gold line was drawn on the floor, ten feet long on each side, round the cup.

Harry looked around again at the white beards of George and Fred, and laughed with the rest of the hall.

"I warned you," said a low, amused voice, and everyone turned to see Professor Dumbledore coming out of the Great Hall.He looked at Fred and George with a twinkle in his eye, "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey. She is already nursing Miss Fawcett in Ravenclaw and Sarah in Hufflepuff." Mr. Mers, and they are also determined to age themselves a little. But I must say, their beards are far less handsome than yours."

Fred and George left for the hospital, accompanied by Lee Jordan, still giggling, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione giggling too.

"Look, I'll just say it won't work!" Hermione said in a firm tone, "Harry, Sirius didn't agree with you to participate in the competition either, did he?"

"No, he agreed," said Harry, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a note he had prepared. "I'm going to throw it in now."

"What?!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise.However, her voice was completely covered by Ron, "Dude, are you eligible to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?!" Ron looked at Harry excitedly, as if he was the one who agreed.

"Well." Harry smiled at Ron and Hermione, and handed the parental consent form to Headmaster Dumbledore.

Headmaster Dumbledore took Harry's parental consent form, and he looked at Harry, "Are you really ready, Harry?"

Harry subconsciously replied earnestly: "Yes, Professor." Then, he paused, "I just want to participate, maybe I can't be selected!"

Dumbledore smiled, took the name slip in his hand, and in full view, crossed the age line, and threw the note that read 'Harry Potter—Hogwarts' into the Goblet of Fire.The flames in the Goblet of Fire quickly turned red, and sparks burst out.

Everyone in the hall cheered Harry loudly, and the Gryffindors went one by one to congratulate him.At this moment, Beauxbatons' students came in from the grounds through the front door, and those gathered around the Goblet of Fire stepped back to let them pass, and watched eagerly.One by one, Booth Barton's students crossed the age line, throwing their parchments into the blue-and-white flames.

When Fleur threw her parchment into the Goblet of Fire, Ron asked Harry in a low voice, "Do you think those who weren't chosen returned to their schools, or stayed here to watch the game?"

Harry glanced at Fleur, and replied helplessly, "Of course we will stay. Mrs. Maxim will be the referee here."

After Buchbaton's students signed up one by one, Mrs. Maxim led them out of the hall and back to the field outside.

"Where do they sleep, then?" said Ron, taking a few steps towards the front door, watching their backs.

Harry looked at Ron's longing eyes, then at Hermione who sneered with a gloomy face, and said, "Why don't we go and see Hagrid?"

"Oh, well, let's go," said Ron.He jumped down the stone steps three steps at a time, but his eyes were still fixed on the back of that Fu Rong.

They spent the day at Hagrid's hut. At 05:30, it was getting dark, and Ron, Harry, and Hermione decided they should return to the castle for the Halloween banquet - and more importantly, the announcement of the school's champions.

When they entered the candlelit auditorium, it was nearly full.The Goblet of Fire has been moved.It now stood in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff table.

The Halloween dinner seemed to be much longer than usual, and the people in the auditorium kept looking up, with anxious expressions on every face.Draco sat on the long table in Slytherin, watching Harry fidgeting helplessly, not understanding what he was nervous about.You know, as long as the Goblet of Fire is not affected by the Confusion Curse again, Harry's becoming a Hogwarts warrior is a sure thing.Who could beat the wizard who killed the Dark Lord at the age of 17? !

Finally, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the voice in the auditorium suddenly increased a lot.Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again.Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on both sides of Dumbledore looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else.Ludo Bagman was all smiles, winking at the students from various schools, Sabina Greenwald was also very interested, but Barty Crouch was not interested, it could be said that he was a little bored.Looking at the poor man who was killed by his son, Harry also sighed silently in his heart.

"Well, the Goblet is about to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I reckon it will take another minute. Listen, when the names of the champions are announced, I want them to walk to the top of the hall and walk along the staff The desk goes over into the adjoining room—" He pointed to the door behind the instructor's desk, "—they'll get their initial instructions there."

He took out his wand and swung it broadly.Immediately, except for those candles in the jack-o-lantern, all the other candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a semi-dark state.The Goblet of Fire now emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything else in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames bursting out with sparks were almost dazzling.

The flames in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and the crackling sparks spattered.Then, a tongue of flame shot into the air, and from it flew a piece of charred parchment—all the people in the auditorium held their breaths.

Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away so that he could read the writing on it by the light of the flames.The flame then returned to blue-white again.

"The champion of Durmstrang," he said in clear force, "is Viktorkrum."

Applause and cheers swept the auditorium, and Viktor Krum stood up from the Slytherin table, walked along the staff table, and entered the next room through the door.

"Fantastic, Viktor!" Karkaroff roared like a bell, and despite the loud applause in the auditorium, everyone could hear his voice, "I know you're destined to be a warrior!"

The applause and conversation gradually subsided.Everyone's attention was now on the goblet again, and after a few seconds the flames turned red again.The second parchment leaped out of the cup, propelled by the flames.

"The champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

"It's her, Harry!" cried Ron. "Did you see that?"

When Fleur Delacour also entered the next room, the auditorium fell silent again, this time with a strong excitement that could be tasted.Now it's the turn of the Hogwarts warriors...

At this moment, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks splattered, and the tongue of fire soared high into the air, and Dumbledore drew a third parchment from the tip of the tongue.

"The champion of Hogwarts," he said loudly, "is Harry Potter!"

Before Harry could react, he was deafened by the cheers next to him.Every classmate around him was jumping up and down, Ron hugging him tightly by the shoulders, his face as red as his hair, and Hermione smiling.

Harry grinned, stood up, and headed for the room behind the staff desk.

"Great!" exclaimed Dumbledore cheerfully when the noise finally died down, "well, now our three champions have been chosen. I know I can count on all of you, including Beauxbatons and The rest of Durmstrang's classmates, you will definitely give your all to support your warriors. You will also make a great contribution to this event by cheering on the warriors—"

But Dumbledore stopped abruptly, and everyone could see what caught his attention.

The flames in the goblet turned red again, a long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was lifted from it.

Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand as if subconsciously, and grabbed the parchment.He held it far away, staring at the name written on it.There was a long silence, with Dumbledore staring at the note in his hand, and everyone in the Great Hall staring at Dumbledore.Dumbledore put the note in his hand, and the smile faded from his face.

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Sorry I was supposed to post this yesterday, but it turned out to be so sleepy...

Due to the revision of the point calculation method, these two chapters have been merged into one chapter!Each chapter will be updated with at least 3000 words in the future!