Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 601: The Warrior of Hogwarts

This is a boy who looks very inconspicuous.

Black hair, brown eyes.

Her facial features can only be described as regular, but she is forgotten at first sight.

However, Castrobushe’s students seemed supportive.

The headmaster, Nevinci Vokhanova, who had a world-weary face on the stage, narrowed her narrow eyes in joy.

Not to mention the black-skinned version of Dumbledore, who stood up and applauded excitedly.

But the students of Hogwarts were frozen in place because of this name.

But there are others who are still immersed in Hibiscus's magical charm.

Ron is one of them.

Ravenclaw table. Harry turned suddenly to Ron.

"Zacharys," he said.

"What's wrong with you," said Ron, "Are you still confused about Fleur?"

Harry rolled his eyes, and quickly used gestures to calm Ginny, then said, "No - Zacharias - Zacharias from Hufflepuff. If he hadn't fainted, he would have been furious. Didn't you hear me?

Hufflepuff wervas.

The boy was named after the founder of his school and Hufflepuff."

Ron finally came to his senses, "There are still people called Hufflepuff in this era."

Ron smacked his lips.

During the three hundred years since the death of the Four Giants, such a custom did exist.

But now, even the most fanatical fans of the Big Four would not give their children such names.

Because it's outdated.

But Ron found that this guy looked calm and unhurried as he walked towards the room behind the staff desk.

He didn't seem to care at all about what a ridiculous name he was now known by.

Lisa Dupin and Padma, who were standing by, had their eyes red with emotion.

“How touching.”

"Hufflepuff and Urvas friendship."

"Thousands of years."

“It’s still going on.”

Ron was a little confused. "What are you talking about?"

Lisa shook her head and said nothing.

But Padma stood up and sang in a curry-flavored voice, "It started with Elvas, the kind Hufflepuff was his friend."

"Ah, the Sorting Hat song." Ron nodded.

The Hufflepuff table obviously thought of this as well.

They all stood up, wanting to take a closer look at the warrior of Castrobuse.

The Gryffindor table, which was usually the busiest, seemed very quiet just now.

They all looked eagerly at Dumbledore.

Looking forward to the next warrior, the warrior belonging to their Hogwarts.

The same is true for Slytherin.

They were even quite disdainful.

Of the Big Four, they only recognized the highly intelligent Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, represented by their house name.

As for Gryffindor - reckless!
Hufflepuff - idiot!
The offspring of a wizard who was related to a fool, why should they care.

As for the surname Elvas, did it come from the founder of Castrobus?
They didn't care either.

Hogwarts is the most powerful magic school in the world.

Even the corrupt Hogwarts led by Dumbledore, their enemy, was like this. The Durmstrang students next to the Slytherin table looked listless.

The students of Beauxbatons, who were sitting in the farthest corner, were also not interested in the warriors from other academies.

Especially since he doesn't look that good.

But they are better at pretending than the students from Durmstrang, Slytherin, and Gryffindor, or are more willing to pretend. They clapped softly.

Until Hufflepuff Ulva walked into the room behind the staff desk.

The auditorium returned to silence.

Almost all the students at Hogwarts looked at Dumbledore.

This is the last warrior who belongs to them.

The flame in the goblet turned red again.

Sparks sputtered and a long tongue of fire suddenly shot up into the air, holding up another piece of parchment.

Dumbledore grasped the parchment expertly.

A confident smile appeared on his face, "The champion of Hogwarts is our thirteen-year-old Harry Potter."

Snape gave an unpracticed smile at the staff table.

Professor Flitwick slid excitedly from the cushions to the ground and disappeared.

Hagrid turned his back to Madame Maxime and secretly wiped away his tears of excitement.
"I knew it!" Ron said his catchphrase loudly again.

Ginny threw herself on top of Harry.

Neville, Anthony and other Harry's roommates gathered around.

The other Ravenclaw students in Harry's year all told stories about how hard Harry worked, taking them to and from get out of class all day to prevent Peeves from attacking them.

Once, Wayne, a short, fat man wearing thick glasses, read "On the Tracks of the Beast" in the lounge and actually cried.

Harry's Quidditch teammates Roger, Cho Zhang, Henry, Phoenix and others stood up, shouting the full name of Harry and the Ravenclaw Quidditch team over and over again.

Dean, Seamus and others who usually chatted with Harry started slamming the table.

It seems that whoever bangs the table louder represents the one who likes Harry more.

Fred and George pulled Percy to the center of the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables and shouted, "This is the Weasley family's son-in-law!" "Our sister Ginny's fiancé!"

At the Hufflepuff table, Dudley took advantage of his own prestige in his own house and took the lead in waving his fist to show his support for Harry. He shouted, "He's my cousin! A warrior from the Dursley family!"

Most of the Slytherin students clapped modestly.

But the blush on their faces still showed their joy.

We have always admired the strong, and warriors are not in the situation of Gryffindor, our enemy college.

Even the most annoying Slytherin students were not stingy in showing their limited support to Harry - applauding.

Draco stood directly on the table, "Harry, you are the best!"

Behind him, Crabbe and Goyle were like two gate gods, clapping and glaring at the students who dared to show dissatisfaction with Draco's behavior.

Beside him, Pansy clapped enthusiastically with an awkward smile.

Students from the other three colleges also applauded because of Harry's worldwide fame.

In short, the cheers in the entire auditorium were deafening.

Every student at Hogwarts was jumping up and down, screaming and stamping their feet.

Harry pushed Ginny slightly away after he had broken away from the welcome of his acquaintances.

He walked towards the room behind the staff desk, amidst the crowd of people trying to shake his hand.

The cheers for Harry continued for a long time until he disappeared from everyone's sight.

It took a long time before Dumbledore got everyone to quiet down and listen to him.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore cried happily when the noise had finally died down. "Well, now our four champions have been chosen.

I know I can count on all of you, including the other students at Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Castellobus, to support your champions with all your might.

In the subsequent team competitions, you will definitely give us wonderful performances."

(End of this chapter)