The Son of Light of the Snake House

"—I want to explain our program of activities for this school year. But first, please allow me to introduce two guests, because there are still people who don't know them. This is Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic," —Scattered applause in the auditorium—"This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Sports and Sports at the Ministry of Magic."

Ludo Bagman got a little more applause than Barty Crouch.Probably because he didn't have a straight face like Crouch, but was happy to interact with the students.

"Mr Bagman and Mr Crouch have worked tirelessly over the past few months to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," continued Dumbledore, "and they will join me, Professor Karkaroff and Mark Mrs. Sim, together, form the panel of judges to judge the efforts of the Warriors."

Daniel curled his lips. If you really are the referees, then well, there will definitely be problems in this Triwizard Tournament, not to mention that everyone in the referee team has a different position.

Dumbledore continued with a slight smile, "Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

Filch had been standing in an unnoticed corner of the Great Hall until now, and now he was walking towards Dumbledore, holding in his hand a large wooden box studded with jewels, which looked very old.The students watched with fascination and discussed enthusiastically.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific items of this year's Warriors competition," Dumbledore said, reaching out to stroke the box Filch had just put down.

"They also made a lot of the necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects, which take place at different times throughout the school year, and they will test the warriors in many different ways . . . testing their aptitude for magic—their Courage and their powers of reasoning—and 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 out his wand and tapped three times on the lid of the box.The lid creaked slowly open.Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, rough-hewn wooden goblet.The cup itself was inconspicuous, but it was filled with dancing blue-white flames.

"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. Register within. Tomorrow night it will select the Warriors representatives.

"Of course, in order to prevent underage students from being tempted, after the goblet is placed in the hall, I will draw an age boundary around it. Anyone under the age of seventeen will not be able to cross this boundary." Dumbledore Lido blinked, and the twins on the Gryffindor table immediately whispered excitedly, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the election that this competition is not a child's play, so don't take part in it rashly. Once a warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must persist in the competition to the end. Whoever puts himself Putting your name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be obeyed. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. Therefore, please think twice."

Dumbledore paused: "It's bedtime now, good night everyone."

Hearing the end of this sentence, everyone immediately burst into discussion, and many of them stood up and prepared to go back to the dormitory to sleep.

"... Will the age limit be blinded by aging agents?" Blaise asked stupidly sitting in his chair.

Draco pouted at the Gryffindor table: "You can wait for those two Weasleys to try, they must want to get this."

Before they could continue their discussion, Karkaroff hurried over to his students and approached the Slytherin table.

"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?"

As if he could only see Viktor in his eyes, he had a strange passion for him.

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 disappeared in an instant, "I noticed that you dripped food on the front of your robe again. , you nasty boy—come on, Viktor."

He called Viktor to get up, and walked ahead first.

Viktor turned his head to look at the long table of Slytherin, and after getting a farewell wave from Daniel, he tightened his fur cloak and followed the footsteps of his headmaster.

At this moment, Karkaroff seemed to have met someone at the door. "Thank you." He said casually, suddenly froze.

In front of him was Harry Potter.

He turned his head back and stared at Harry intently, 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 forehead, fixing on the scar.Durmstrang's students also looked at Harry curiously.

"You..." Karkaroff seemed a little speechless.

"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.

Harry watched as 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.

Daniel grabbed Draco and raised his eyebrows with interest—these two know each other?

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Not to mention, Barty Crouch Jr. is really good at being a teacher, but it's a pity that his father is so bad that he influenced the child like this.

卡卡洛夫遇到了当年抓住自己的心理阴影，看给孩子吓的。感谢在2021-04-1601:18:06~2021-04-1700:58:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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