Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 174 Please Call Me Potter (Resignation for CK, 440)

"Harry Potter?" The silver-haired witch quickly calmed down, she nodded and smiled, "You are better than the rumors, let me introduce, I am Fleur Delacour, you can call me"

"I'm not interested in your name," interrupted Harry, "and right now, it's not your job to introduce yourself."

There was a playful smile on Furong's face: "Then what should I do, shall I have a kiss with you?"

"Sorry." Harry said simply.

Fu Rong was stunned, with some surprise in her eyes.

Your own charm is not working?Is this little boy really so straight?

She thought it was a flirtatious way unique to people in Great Britain. After all, grandma said that people in Great Britain are a bit old-fashioned.

"Apologize." Harry spoke again, a faint magic welled up in his eyes, and he waved his hand lightly.

Axii Sign!
Fleur was in a daze, and bowed to Ron to apologize: "I'm sorry sir, I shouldn't"

Hermione gritted her teeth: "Are all Beauxbaton's students so familiar?"

He took out the parchment and quill, wrote his name on it, carefully tore it off, walked to the Goblet of Fire with the necessary steps, and threw out the note hesitantly.

"Why not attractive?" Furong smiled slightly, playing with her hair, "The man who is not attractive but willing to show off his charm is the most attractive. That eldest sister, what's your name?"

In the first round of confrontation, he had the advantage, but in the end he lost.

Mr. Hogwart swung his wand heavily, and the arrangement behind the teachers' seats flew away, revealing an open space. I pressed it again, and a seven-seven-square podium emerged out of thin air.

Xiong Yuan raised his head and hummed a big tune, which you learned from the Sorting Hat.

Furong picked up the knife and fork, not knowing what to do. It was a small bad opportunity just now, but it was interrupted by Hogwart's few words that made sense. If you miss this moment, such words will be bad. come out.

"Call you Potter, please," Ron responded. "And, Beauxbatons hate hearing rumors?"

Although your words are considered sharp, it is far inferior to Harry who was under Xiong Yuan and was nurtured by Dumbledore.

Under the long Hufflepuff table, Sedwick took a deep breath. I originally planned to deliver my name tomorrow morning, but
Filch excitedly dragged a wooden box inlaid with jewels and showing signs of antiquity, and put it heavily under the podium.

Fleur looked at Hogwarts in surprise: "I'm so brief sometimes?"

Fu Rong covered her mouth and laughed heavily: "They are really boring, can you be their friend?" When you said it was them, your eyes stayed on Ron.

"He should be glad that he is Xiong Yuanjuci's student." Harry snickered.

The students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are brilliant.

"Let's think about it now, or make bad preparations. Once the name delivery is returned, the contract will be reached, and there will be a chance to go back."

"This professor is missing an arm." Fleur looked up at Dumbledore.

Ron's tone was indifferent: "It's still time for the dust to settle."

Harry answered for me: "Ron can see other people's brilliance outside his eyes, because he felt that he was the best since he was a child, and sprinkled his charm like a peacock."

Fu Rong's face froze, and she smiled sweetly after a while: "Sister Granger, 11 years old is the most beautiful and beautiful puberty."

"The Ministry of Magic has made a lot of preparations for the Eight Weakness Tournament, and will let the warriors go through eight events throughout the school year to test our abilities in the same areas, magic, fighting, reasoning, and courage."

"It's the junior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, Professor Hogwarts." The tall, short man in a pink coat with a narrow shirt and open palate stood up and typed in a high-pitched voice very politely. Cut Hogwart's words.

"It's bad, it's early now, everyone, please rest slowly, after all, you are not yet 77 years old, are you?"

Neville looked at Fleur pitifully.

Hermione nodded: "Mr. Hogwarts always likes to talk too little after eating."

"That magic item is not the Goblet of Fire." Young Master Hogwart continued to introduce, "Every student who wants to become a warrior cannot, within 77 hours, write a note with his name on it and the name of his school attached. Put it into the Goblet of Fire, tomorrow night, it will select the students it thinks can best represent the eight schools to become warriors."

"The two of us, together with the principals of your eight schools, will form the referee team for the eight-strong competition, and we will make the most fair referees for each warrior."

The dinner lasted for a long time, and you also criticized each other for a long time.

George, Fred, and Ron Potter.

Fu Rong sighed in disappointment: "Is there only one surname? You really hope to be able to call him by his first name."

The students of Durmstrang stood up almost immediately. We took out the notes that had been prepared to be broken, walked behind the Goblet of Fire, led by Krum, and threw the notes representing our names out of the Goblet of Fire one by one.

Fleur soon smiled coquettishly again, and walked across from Harry. She didn't use magic this time, and her appearance was enough to receive preferential treatment. She easily persuaded the two little lions to give up their positions: "Mr. Potter, you are so interesting." gone."

Lu Shaoyu greeted us slowly.

Xiong Yuan nodded heavily under the table: "Your suggestion is to shut up, Mr. Hogwarts is about to speak."

"Or Big Ronnie," Fred interjected suddenly, "that's the closest thing to a name."

"It will always be there, and all students will have access to it."

"Granger." Xiong Yuan's tone was more indifferent than Ron's.

Young Master Hogwart stood up again: "Is everyone eating and drinking enough? Now you should get down to business. That exciting moment has finally arrived."

Under the teacher's seat, both Maxim and Karkaroff had to sit down. The former sat next to Dumbledore, except for Hogwart, who was still standing.

crunch--

Each of those words answered Ron.

Wait for the first dessert to be removed.

Xiong Yuanju seldom waved the wand, the white thread shook from the tip of the wand, forming a circle around the podium: "You know they have been preparing for two months, but you still have to tone down again."

Fu Rong shivered: "Their professor is not a bit fierce."

"I'm Fred." Ron reminded maliciously.

"Oh, yes, there are no ghosts yet." Hogwarts nodded kindly, "And distinguished guests from afar!"

Young Master Hogwart also smiled: "As for the selection of warriors they are most concerned about, it is not selected by professors or students, but by one of the fairest magic items, Mr. Filch, take the box down. "

"Please call you Potter." Xiong Yuan lowered his tone again.

He comes and goes, and your words confront each other sharply.

Xiong Yuan stupidly continued: "Your name is Hermione Weasley, you can't call you Hermione."

"After more than a century ago, the top eight tournament was finally about to start again. You think you have to explain a few words before you return the cup."

"Ron, I heard that he will cut off one of the professor's arms next semester?" Fu Rong asked casually.

Do you have to compare your tongue with the big lioness with fewer Gryffindors?

Let Fu Rong grit her teeth.

She woke up quickly: "Soundless and wandless spells, can you do this?"

Nick, who almost had a head, flew up low, playing with his almost head.

"Professor Xiong Yuanju is a very good little potions master." Harry subconsciously imitated Ron's cold tone, "I strive for excellence in potions, and he is the type I hate to scold the most."

"But after you explained the program of activities for the entire school year, you have to solemnly introduce the two guests from the Ministry of Magic to Xiao."

"Can I get to know you now?"

Hufflepuff was not without courage.
Hogwart paused, glanced at you, and continued: "The Ministry of Magic sent Mr. Lores Umwaige, a junior deputy minister, to take over the duties of Mr. Barty Crouch."

Harry had an expression on his face: "Xiong Yuan is only 17 years old, but he is still as old as 11 years old."

Hogwart walked over, raised his wand, and tapped heavily on the wooden box under the lid.

Before I finished speaking, I immediately sat up.

I looked back at Ron deeply.

I waved heavily and pointed at one person, who also stood up immediately: "Mr. Lushao Bagman, Director of the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, I have made great contributions to the re-opening of the quarterfinals."

"So confident in yourself?" Furong pressed her every step of the way.

Dumbledore was very keen, and almost at once he caught Fleur's gaze, which was piercing and kind.

The name under the note is for reading, so all the great wizards of Snapts know whose name is written below.

Except for Hermione who was engrossed in the delicious food, all the great wizards around felt that something was not quite right.

Hogwarts then pointed to the other person: "I don't think I have heard of this regrettable news. Mr. Barty Crouch, the director of the International Cooperation Department of your Ministry of Magic, passed away unexpectedly, so the Ministry of Magic Mr. Lores Ummwitch was sent to take his place"

"Mr. Maxim specifically said that he rarely asked Mr. Hogwarts to specifically set the rule that outstanding students over the age of 11 can compete with the professor's permission."

Fu Rong gave a puzzled "hmm" and said, "Why?"

Students from eight schools are eager to try.

The wooden box opened with difficulty, and then stretched up, surging and turned into a low platform, holding a well-crafted wooden cup and standing up, with a faint blue-white flame dancing outside the cup.

The Gryffindors burst out laughing.

Even though I know the chances are slim, I want to try it.

"And students over the age of 11 can put in a note. You have cast a spell to ensure that students over the age of 11 can pass. These students who have the permission of the dean should calm down. You will break your promise and put your own note. Prepare badly, the professor will deliver it for them."

"French women have always been famous for their straightforwardness." Fleur gave Harry a casual look, and she was also a very beautiful girl, but she was still old and her figure was far worse than her own, posing a threat, "The warrior of Beauxbatons is probably not you, Shouldn't he be a champion of Snapetz, too?"

"George!" Hermione grinned.

Food also popped out of the plate, some dishes that are so common that only Xiong Yuan, or some Hufflepuffs who are good at eating can only see them when they go to the kitchen to order.

Harry said nothing.

Professor McGonagall was afraid that Xiong Yuan would go back on his word, got up holding the eight pieces of paper, walked behind the Goblet of Fire, and impatiently cast the eight pieces of paper on it.

"I want to come to Xiao's family to have dinner, so you should stop talking nonsense and have dinner!"

Fleur also stood up: "Ron, do you want to go together?"

Fleur has the upper hand.

You hurriedly walked to the Goblet of Fire, and without any firmness, you dropped the note.

The smell of gunpowder between the two of you is not small.

"Bad evening, gentlemen and gentlemen." Young Master Hogwart greeted with a smile.

"The Eight Weakness Competition is a child's play. I hope they can think about it casually after putting in their names."

Xiong Yuan pondered how to speak.

　Today is also a success day by day! ! ! !
　　I work hard to pay off my debts! ! !
　　Ask for a monthly ticket, super loud~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)