A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 381: Warrior candidates

At the Halloween dinner, Hermione whetted her appetite and said, "Oh, is it true? Valen ran into your dormitory and exchanged an hourglass? I bet she felt bad It's..."

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

"You're happy now," said Ron. Neither he nor Harry's aging potion was used.

"Of course I'm happy." Hermione put down her knife and fork and looked at the two of them solemnly. "You also saw this afternoon that Hagrid was able to lift his head from the bucket of creamy softener and tell us that he was very much looking forward to the first A project...you should know how dangerous the competition is!"

The fork in Ron's hand shook, and he was somewhat convinced by the argument: "What was the last one that made Hagrid happy?"

"The snail," Seamus said gloomily from the sidelines.

On the professor's seat, Felix stopped after drinking the last sip of seafood soup in the bowl, and his gaze passed over the hundreds of jack-o-lanterns in the corner and the bats constantly thumping on the ceiling, and fell on the restless little wizards .

He could totally feel the restlessness in the auditorium, one of the things he learned from the dementors.

"It's kind of choking," he muttered.

Flitwick looked at him curiously, retracted his outstretched hand, and lost interest in the bowl of seafood soup in front of Felix.

There is one more person on the professor's chair today than yesterday. Mr. Barty Crouch looked sick. Ludo Bagman was a stark contrast.

"...When I was serving the Hornets, I would receive a bunch of flowers after every game, and there were foreign fans too... Which country? I don't know... I don't know, it's just a bunch of names, I guess It's a female fan, and there is a smell of perfume on the note... It would be great if Batty was here, he can translate for me, can't he?"

Bagman turned his head to look at Mr. Crouch, and Crouch snorted with a straight face.

"Oh, Batty, you don't seem to be in good shape, maybe you should rest for a while..."

"I'll think about it." Mr. Crouch said uninterestedly. Even though his complexion was not good, he still took good care of his attire. There was no wrinkle in his clothes. He looked exactly like Principal Ilvermorny. The styles are very similar.

Most of the students had finished their meal, and Dumbledore stood up amidst the expectant eyes.

He waved his magic wand to completely darken the auditorium. The Goblet of Fire had been moved to the front of the professor's seat. At this moment, the light suddenly burst into flames, and the blue-white flames turned into dazzling red. splash.

A half-burned parchment flew out.

"The first champion of Durmstrang," he said in a clear, powerful voice, "is Viktor Krum."

There was thunderous applause in the auditorium, and Krum stood up from his seat, and under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, he turned to the room next to the auditorium.

"There is still hope, there are still two places!" The Durmstrang student next to him cheered for himself.

After a while, another piece of parchment flew out.

"Durmstrang, Aurs Polyarco," read Dumbledore.

The boy who spoke just now was weeping with joy, and he shouted out of composure: "I knew it!" He stood up, shook his fist vigorously, almost tripped over the table, and the headmaster of Durmstrang snorted.

Next is the third Durmstrang warrior

"Durmstrang, 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 not too short period of time, the Goblet of Fire appeared with signed notes one after another, and the warriors from the remaining four schools were selected.

"Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour

Jacqueline Bourgeois

François Lafontaine. "

The three warriors of Beauxbatons went to the room next to the auditorium to rest one by one, but the minds of the students were all messed up, as if time was still stuck at the moment when the girl who looked like a Veela stood up.

The girl named Furong flicked her shiny silver hair gracefully, and walked between the two dining tables with light steps, like an elf...

It can be expected that this picture will be imprinted in the hearts of many students, and they will never forget it for a lifetime.

"Then the champion of Ilvermorny, Victor Percival Graves

Ann Lunn

And the third warrior, Biers Bach. "

Byers stood up beamingly, and was greeted by the Gryffindor students and walked into the small room next to the auditorium.

"Then it's the turn of the warrior of Waggadu, Rashaun Elephendi

Nona Raibert

Panagiota Brandzigo. "

Wagadu's warriors stood up. They didn't act alone as in the previous process, but waited until all three were selected before leaving together.

The Hogwarts students watched their backs, one of the two wizards was tall and burly, he looked like a walking wall, he was at least a foot taller than Cedric, you know, Cedric Derek was already tall for Hogwarts students; the other had a hawk haircut and was not small, but stood next to the people next to him like a dwarf.

The only girl among the three was as tall as Furong, but her body was full of strength. In the not-so-warm weather, she was wearing a thin leopard-skin cloak.

"Finally, the warrior from Hogwarts." Dumbledore said happily, and he read the name on the note thrown out by the Goblet of Fire: "Cedric Diggory"

"Oops!" exclaimed Ron, thankfully no one heard it but Harry and Hermione, the cheers from the next table knocked the roof off and Dumbledore had to take a second note After waiting for a while, the third note came out along with a flame.

"The second and third warriors are Roger Davis and Collins Foley, let us cheer for them." He read the names of the remaining two in one breath.

There was deafening applause again, and the Gryffindor students clapped their hands, which was a bit unpleasant. None of the three warriors was Gryffindor, so they couldn't be happy at all.

When the noise subsided, Dumbledore said with a smile: "Okay, the last three warriors are invited to take a rest in the room next to the auditorium. I am happy to announce to everyone that the Goblet of Fire has successfully completed its mission. Next , I believe that everyone will support the warriors of their school and contribute their strength to this event, then”

He stopped talking suddenly, and the Goblet of Fire that should have been extinguished became dazzling again, and his face was flushed red by the blazing fire.

A note flew out, he subconsciously caught it, looked down, after a short silence, he cleared his throat, and read aloud

"Harry Potter."

There were no cheers, and the auditorium was silent. Gradually, there was a buzzing sound, and everyone looked at Harry, including the students sitting next to Harry, all looked at him with incredible eyes.

"I didn't put my name in." Harry said blankly, he looked at Ron and Hermione, "You know I don't, I'm with you all the time."

Hermione's mouth was still open and her eyes were wide open. Ron forced a smile, "Yeah, we've been together. Congratulations, Harry."

"It's not about congratulations!" Harry yelled, his voice echoing in the auditorium.

On the other side, Professor McGonagall stood up from the professor's chair in a panic, and tripped when passing Felix, "Be careful, Minerva." He said. But McGonagall didn't pay attention at all. She hurried to Dumbledore and said something fiercely.

Dumbledore said seriously, "I know, Minerva, but..." He raised his voice, holding up the half-burned note in his hand, "Harry Potter, go to the next door to the Great Hall first. "

Harry stumbled out, looked at the astonished faces, felt that he didn't belong here, he walked up to Dumbledore, Dumbledore nodded to him, pointed him in the direction, he walked a few Stepping forward, I heard another loud inhalation sound behind me.

He turned his head and looked at the Goblet of Fire turning red again in disbelief like everyone else~IndoMTL.com~After the first mistake, the second mistake happened immediately.

It must be broken, Harry thought, something is wrong with the battered wooden mug, and maybe a third unlucky one will be called out later.

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

There was a scream from the Gryffindor seats, and Hermione covered her mouth, unable to believe her ears. But at this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the Goblet of Fire, and there was an inexplicable expectation in their hearts.

Even Dumbledore did the same, silently staring at the Goblet of Fire, behind the half-moon-shaped lens was a pool of bottomless azure blue.

Harry stayed where he was, dazzled by the blue-white flame, but he forced himself to look at it, as if to see the innermost part of the wooden cup, the last note ready to go.

Finally

Dumbledore grabbed the note flying high, and in the deep and solemn silent auditorium, he calmly read: "Ronald Weasley."