The little life of a platinum darling

The bright red flames in the Goblet of Fire on the high platform suddenly jumped high into the air, and then a piece of burnt parchment flew out of the flames with a "poof".Dumbledore pulled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand to catch the piece of paper, and then leaned closer to the flame that had gradually calmed down and turned back to blue-white, and read the words on the note clearly by the light of the fire.

Then he stepped forward, looking at the students who were staring at him nervously at the table: "The champion of Durmstrang is—Victor Krum!"

There was a burst of loud applause in the hall, not only Durmstrang's students, but also many Hogwarts students thought from the bottom of their hearts that Krum should be the warrior.Whether in Germany or in the UK, he has many admirers.

Krum didn't seem very excited after accepting the congratulations from Principal Durmstrang Karkaroff. He got out of his seat and walked listlessly towards the room that Dumbledore had directed before.

Not long after, the flame in the Goblet of Fire turned red again, and then a piece of parchment popped out like before. Dumbledore took it, leaned in front of the flame and looked at it: "The warrior of Beauxbatons is—— Fleur Delacour!"

The girl with Veela blood who had laughed out loud when Dumbledore was speaking at the dinner earlier stood up gracefully from Durmstrang's seat.She tossed her beautiful silver hair, then headed back towards the room.

This time there was no such loud applause as before, and some students of Beauxbatons were even very disappointed. Of course, they all lost the election.

"Okay, our third warrior..." Dumbledore caught the third parchment, "The Hogwarts warrior is—" His words stopped abruptly, his eyes fixed on the parchment like Saw something very surprising.

"What's the matter? Dumbledore." Madame Maxime who was sitting on the side asked urgently.

"No," Dumbledore shook his head at her, resumed his usual expression, and then faced the students again: "The champion of Hogwarts is - Feverret Malfoy!"

The moment Fivenret heard his name, he immediately stood up.He was sure that he never threw anything into the Goblet of Fire. Since he saw Godric Gryffindor in the hall this morning, he didn't even try to cross the age line that made him very curious. Pass.

and many more!

He looked towards Gryffindor, Godric Gryffindor was sitting contentedly at the edge of the long table, showing nothing wrong at all.Even hearing that the warrior was a 14-year-old wizard didn't show anything close to surprise.This makes him very special in this hall.

"What's going on?" Draco immediately stood up from him, and grabbed his hand. "Why is Feverret's name called? He's only 14 years old."

Fivenret frowned and walked out from the side of the long table: "I'm also very confused. Logically speaking, it should be impossible for me to throw a note with my name on it into the Goblet of Fire, right?"

But Dumbledore shook his head at him, signaling that he had no other way for the time being: "My child, we will definitely find a way to find the reason, but you have to go to the room over there now."

He was right.Feverret pursed his lips unwillingly, glanced at Draco, and signaled that he would be fine, before walking towards that room.He didn't get a single round of applause, and everyone seemed intimidated.

He wasn't sure if it was that Gryffindor who did it, but it was undeniable that this person was the most suspicious so far.

Feiwenruite felt that he was about to cry, and at this time, such a dumbfounding surprise came to him. He really just wanted to finish reading the books in Hogwarts for the past few years in peace. Understand.

As soon as he entered the hut, before he had time to close the door, he heard a noise from the hall behind him, and then Dumbledore hesitantly pronounced a name clearly in a low voice: "Harry Potter .”

"I didn't throw the note into the Goblet of Fire!" The last thing Harry heard was Harry's voice defending himself loudly, and then he walked into the room with a stern face and clenched fists.

It would be a lie to say that he is not nervous. Although he has never really seen a living one, his common sense also let him know how dangerous the dragon is, let alone water. In fact, he can't swim at all!Even if he has some confidence in his ability to save his own life, that's not how abilities should be used!For this so-called honor?So can he choose not to?

"You don't seem to be an adult? Are you a warrior? Or did they ask you to call us out?" Fleur Krakul was a little puzzled after seeing Fevinret.She thought that the last person who walked in was either a tall man or a girl who would make people think "very nice" just by looking at it, but she didn't expect that the one who opened the door would be a girl who knew at a glance that she was not old enough. Delicate boys.

"I'm a champion of Hogwarts," said Feverret, his heart beating fast, but he didn't let himself show it. "My name is Malfoy, Feverret Malfoy."

"How could Hogwarts send such a young warrior here?" Krum frowned and looked at him, "Didn't it mean that they can only be students over 17 years old? I accidentally asked you Slytherin students before." , they say you're Head of Slytherin House, but you're only fourteen."

"That's right, I..." Feverret was about to speak when the door was pushed open.Harry stood hesitantly at the door with an uneasy expression on his face, his hands tightly tangling the corners of his clothes on both sides, as if he didn't know whether he should come in or not.

There were many portraits hanging on the walls inside the room, and Harry looked at them neatly when he opened the door to come in.This visibly startled Harry, who took a big step back.

Fu Rong stepped forward: "What's the matter? They must be the ones telling us to go out this time, right?"

But she didn't get the answer she wanted, and Harry took a few steps forward and entered the room: "I... was called by name, and Dumbledore asked me to come here. But I didn't send the note Throw it into the Goblet of Fire, I'm sure!" he said to Feverret, his tone firm.

Fei Wenrui nodded and decided to let him sit down first.He pushed Harry towards the back chair that was set aside: "I know, I believe in you. I didn't do it, and I became a warrior for no reason." He shrugged at Harry, making himself look helpless.

This appearance made Harry's tense nerves relax a little bit: "But why is it like this?"

Before Fivenret could answer, the tall and tall Ludo Bagman had already strode into the room, grabbed Harry's hand, and seemed to be a little excited to introduce to everyone: "It's so bizarre, please Allow me to introduce you here, this is the fourth warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, Mr Harry Potter!"

"This must give us an explanation, Dumbledore. What's going on?" Before the people in the house had time to react to his words, Madame Maxime outside the house couldn't help it anymore.She questioned Dumbledore as she bent over the door and entered.

Dumbledore and Karkaroff and Crouch from the Ministry of Magic all followed her into the small room.Dumbledore's complexion was also very bad. Fiverett and Harry were both underage wizards, and it was impossible for them to take their turn to compete.But this time there were two, which made him very headache and worried.

He looked at Feverret and Harry: "Tell me honestly, children, have you put your names into the Goblet of Fire?" He hoped they hadn't, but he didn't.Perhaps more people still hope that this is what they figured out to do, at least in this way, the possibility of a conspiracy deliberately created by someone can be roughly ruled out, so at least the danger may not be too great.

Feveret smirked, seeing godfather Severus Snape just walking in from the outside, perhaps seeing the elders, he immediately felt a lot more at ease: "I think we have reason to suspect that this is a framed."

Dumbledore let out a breath: "Or did you ask the older students to help you throw your names into the Goblet of Fire?" He looked at Harry on the other side.

"No!" Harry replied as soon as he finished speaking.

"It's impossible!" Madame Maxim obviously didn't believe it at all.But Dumbledore reassured him.

They discussed on the side, and then Karkaroff turned to the direction of the two Ministry of Magic members: "Mr Crouch, Mr Bagman, I believe you also think this matter is very inappropriate, don't you?"

Bagman hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to say.He took a long time out of his sleeves before taking out a white towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Crouch who was standing upright beside him.

Crouch's face was drawn long, and his voice was like the sound of skeleton bones rubbing against each other: "The regulations of the competition clearly stipulate that anyone selected by the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition. And we must Follow the rules."

In the end, even after a long period of bickering, Feverret and Harry had to play.Feverret pursed his lips, followed Snape who was in front of him with a stiff face, and walked towards the cellar.

He was in a mess right now, feeling like he couldn't wait to see Draco.Maybe seeing Draco would at least give him a little peace of mind.He knew that it would not be difficult for him to save his life during the competition, but for some reason, he felt panicked inside, as if something was about to pop out.

And it was obvious that someone did it on purpose, which forced him to think in a more dangerous direction.Who wants him to participate in this Triwizard Tournament?Or, that so-called "Gryffindor" was actually a Death Eater after all?The professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts have not changed, and they have no way to sneak in as professors, so is it possible to become students?