At the Halloween dinner, Hermione's appetite was wide open and she said in surprise: "Oh, is it true? Valen ran into your dormitory and exchanged an hourglass? I bet she felt so distressed..."

She happily picked up a large piece of pork chop for herself.

"You're so happy now," said Ron. Neither he nor Harry's age enhancer was used.

"Of course I'm happy," Hermione put down her knife and fork and looked at the two of them seriously. "You saw it in the afternoon. Hagrid could lift her head from a bucket of smooth softener, telling us that he was looking forward to the first event... and you should know how dangerous the championship is!"

Ron's fork trembled, and he was somewhat convinced by this argument: "What's the previous one that can make Hagrid happy?"

"Fry the tail snail." Semo said unhappily.

On the professor's seat, Felix stopped after drinking the last sip of seafood soup in the bowl, and his eyes passed by hundreds of pumpkin lanterns in the corner and the constantly swelling bats on the restless little wizards.

He could fully feel the anxiety in the auditorium, one of the skills he learned from Dementors.

"A little choking," he muttered.

Frieve glanced at him curiously, and withdrew his hand back, losing interest in the basin of seafood soup in front of Felix.

There was one more person on the professor's seat than yesterday. Mr. Barty Crouch looked sick. After ate a few bites of mashed potatoes, he leaned on the chair, looking absent-minded, in sharp contrast to Ludo Bagmann, who was dancing beside him.

"...When I served in the Hornets, I received a bunch of flowers after every game, and there were foreign fans... Which country? I don't know... I don't know, but it's a bunch of names. I guess it's a female fan. There's a perfume smell on the notes... It would be great if Barty was there, he could help me translate, right?"

Bagman turned to look at Mr. Crouch, who snorted with a stern face.

"Oh, Barty, you look in a bad state and maybe you should be recuperating for a while..."

"I will consider it." Mr. Crouch said frivolously. Even though his face was not good, he still carefully cared about his outfit. The clothes on his body were not wrinkled, and they looked very similar to the style of Principal Ifamoni.

Most of the students finished their meal, and Dumbledore stood up in the eager eyes.

He waved his wand and made the auditorium completely dark. The Goblet of Fire had been moved to the front of the professor's seat. At this moment, the light suddenly shone brightly, the flames were flying high, and the blue and white flames turned into dazzling red, and Mars were splashing everywhere.

A piece of charred parchment flew out.

"Demstrong's first warrior," he said in a clear and powerful voice, "it was Wickdor Krum."

Applause in the auditorium was thunderous, and Clum stood up from his seat and, under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, turned to the room next to the auditorium.

"There is still hope, and there are two places!" The Demstrong student next to him encouraged himself.

After a while, another piece of parchment flew out.

"Dermstrong, Ors Polyako," Dumbledore said.

The boy who had just spoken was so happy that he shouted out of control: "I know!" He stood up, waved his fists hard, and almost tripped by the table. The principal of Demstrong snorted.

Next is the third Dermstrong Warrior

"Dermstrong, Adim Bwick."

Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes and said emotionally: "How touching! The three warriors will unite and fight for the honor of the school..."

In the next period of not short time, the Goblet of Fire appeared with signed notes, selecting the warriors from the remaining four schools.

“Bothbaton, Fleur Delacourt

Jacqueline Bourgeva

François Lafontein.”

The three warriors of Boothbaton walked to the room next to the auditorium to rest, but the students' minds were messy, as if time was still at the moment when the girl who looked like a keba stood up.

The girl named Furong gracefully shook her bright silver hair and walked through the two dining tables in light steps, like an elf...

It can be expected that this picture will be imprinted in the hearts of many students and will never be forgotten in their lifetime.

"There are the warriors of Ifamoni, Victor Percival Grevis

Ann Lunn

And the third warrior, Byles Bach."

Byers stood up happily and walked into the small house next to the auditorium with the Gryffindor students.

"It's the Warriors of Vagado, Lashaun Elifendi

Nona Lebert

Panagiota Brandz Igo.”

The warriors of Vagad stood up. They did not act alone like the previous process, but waited until all three of them were selected before leaving together.

The students of Hogwarts looked at their backs, one tall and burly, looking like a walking wall, he was at least a foot taller than Cedric. You know, Cedric was already very tall among the students of Hogwarts; the other had an eagle-like hairstyle, not small in size, but stood like a small short with the people next to him.

The only girl among the three is as tall as Furong, but her body is full of strength. In the unhealthy weather, she is wearing a thin leopard-skin cloak.

"Finally, it's the Warriors from Hogwarts." Dumbledore said happily, saying the name on the note thrown by the Goblet of Fire: "Cedric Diggory"

"Oops!" Ron said loudly. Fortunately, no one except Harry and Hermione heard it. The cheers on the table next door were about to lift the roof. Dumbledore had to wait for a while with the second note. During the wait, the third note also rushed out with a tongue of flame.

"The second and third warriors are Roger Davis and Collins Forley, let's cheer for them." He pronounced the names of the remaining two.

There was another deafening applause, and the Gryffindor students slapped them, which was a bit uncomfortable. None of the three warriors was Gryffindor, and they were completely unhappy.

After the noise was calmed down, Dumbledore said with a smile: "Okay, please ask the last three warriors to go to the room next to the auditorium for a break. I happily announce to everyone that the Goblet of Fire has successfully completed the task. Next, I believe that everyone will support the warriors of their school and contribute their strength to this event, then."

He suddenly stopped talking, and the gorge of flame that was supposed to be extinguished became dazzling again, and the blazing flames made his face red.

A note flew out, he subconsciously caught it, looked down, and after a brief silence, he cleared his throat and recited loudly

"Harry Potter."

There was no cheer, and the auditorium was silent. Gradually, a buzzing sound broke out, and everyone looked at Harry, including the classmates sitting next to Harry, and looked at him with incredible eyes.

"I didn't throw my name in," Harry said blankly, looking at Ron and Hermione, "You know I don't, I've been with you all the time."

Hermione was still open and her eyes widened, and Ron forced a smile, "Yeah, we've been together all the time. Congratulations, Harry."

"This is not a question of congratulations!" Harry shouted, his voice echoing in the auditorium.

On the other side, Professor McGonagall stood up in a panic from the professor's seat, and was tripped when passing by Felix, "Be careful, Minerva." He said. But McGonagall ignored her at all, and hurried to Dumbledore and said something fiercely.

Dumbledore said seriously: "I know, Minerva, but..." He raised his voice and raised the half-burned note in his hand, "Harry Potter, go to the next door of the auditorium."

Harry stumbled and stood up, looking at the astonished faces, feeling that he did not belong here, he walked to Dumbledore, who nodded to him and pointed him in the direction. He took a few steps and heard another loud breathing sound behind him.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the Goblet of Fire that turned red again like everyone else, and after the first mistake, a second mistake happened.

It must have been broken, Harry thought, something went wrong with the ragged wooden cup, and maybe a third unlucky guy would be called out later.

Dumbledore quickly picked up the note and read the name on it in a deep voice, "Hermione Granger."

A scream rang out from the Gryffindor seat, Hermione covered her mouth and couldn't believe her ears. But at this moment, everyone's eyes were staring at the Goblet of Fire, and an inexplicable expectation surged in her heart.

Even Dumbledore was the same, staring silently at the Goblet of Fire, and behind the half-moon lens was a bottomless blue color.

Harry stayed in place, the blue and white flames shaking him dizzy, but he forced himself to look at it, as if he wanted to see the innermost part of the wooden cup, and the last note ready to go.

finally
Chapter completed!