Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

At the Halloween dinner, Hermione liking opened wide, frightened and flustered and said: "Oh, is it true? Warren ran into your dorm room and exchanged an hourglass. I bet she is heartbroken..."

She happily took a large pork chop for herself.

"You are happy now," Ron said. Neither he nor Harry's age-enhancing agents were used.

"Of course I am happy." Hermione put down the knife and fork and looked at the two seriously. "You heard that in the afternoon. Hagrid can lift his head from a bucket of creamy softener and tell us that he is very Looking forward to the first task... you should know how dangerous the competition is!"

Ron's fork shook, and he was somewhat persuaded by this argument: "What makes Hagrid happy, what is the last one? Coming?"

"Blast-Ended Skrewt." Seamus said unhappily from the side.

On the professor's seat, Felix finished his last sip of seafood soup in the bowl, stopped, and glanced over the hundreds of pumpkin lanterns in the corner and the fluttering bats on the ceiling, and landed on the restless young wizards. Body.

He can fully feel the anxiety in the auditorium, which is one of the abilities he learned from dementor.

"It's a bit choking," he mumbled said.

Flitwick glanced at him curiously, and withdrew his outstretched hand, losing interest in the pot of seafood soup in front of Felix.

One more person appeared on the professor's bench today than yesterday-Mr. Stinchcombe · Crouch looked sick, and after a few bites of mashed potato patties, he leaned back on the chair and looked absent-minded, and Ludo Bagman, who is happily on the side, is in sharp contrast.

"...When I was serving in Wimbourne Wasps, I received a bunch of flowers after every game, and there were foreign fans...Which country? I don’t know... I don’t know, in short, it’s a bunch of flowers. The name, I guess it’s a female fan, and there is a smell of perfume on the note... If Stinchcombe is there, he can translate it for me, can’t he?"

Bagman turned his head and looked towards Mr. Crouch, Crouch board Face snorted.

"Oh, Stinchcombe, you seem to be in poor condition. Maybe you should cultivate for a while..."

"I will consider." Mr. Crouch said flatly, even if His complexion was not good, and he still took care of his outfit. There was no wrinkle in his clothes, which looked very similar to the style of Ifamoni headmaster.

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

He waved the wand to completely darken the auditorium. Goblet of Fire has been moved to the front of the professor's seat. At this moment, the rays of light are released, and the flames are soaring. The blue and white flames become With the dazzling red, sparks flying in all directions.

A half-scorched parchment flew out.

"Durmstrang's first champion," he said in a clear and powerful voice, "It's Viktor · Krum."

In the auditorium, with thunderous applause, Krum got up from his seat and Under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, he turned to the room next to the auditorium.

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

After a while, another parchment flew out.

"Durmstrang, Ols Poliakoff." Dumbledore said.

The boy who just talked sobbed with joy. He lost self-control and yelled: "I knew it!" He stood up, shook his fist vigorously, almost tripped over the table, Durmstrang's headmaster snorted .

Next is the third Durmstrang's Champion——

"Durmstrang, Adim Buwick."

Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes, full of emotion He said: "How touching! The three champions will unite and fight for the honor of the school..."

For a short period of time, Goblet of Fire is holding one A signed note appeared, and the champions of the remaining four schools were selected.

"Beauxbatons, Fleur·Delacour——

Jacqueline Bourgeva——

François Lafontaine."

The three champions of Beauxbatons walked to the room next to the auditorium in turn, but the students' minds were all messed up, as if time was still at the moment when the girl who looked like Veela stood up.

The girl named Fleur shook her silver hair gracefully, and walked past two dinning tables with 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 for a lifetime.

"Followed by the champion of Ifamoni, Victor Percival Graves——

Ann Lun——

and third Champion, Byers Bach."

Byers stood up beamingly and walked into the small room next to the auditorium under the farewell of the Gryffindor students.

"Next, it’s the turn of Vagado’s champion, Lashawn Elifendi——

Nona Leibert——

Nagiota Brands Igo."

Vagado’s champions stood up. They did not act individually as in the previous process, but waited until all three were selected. Come out and leave together.

The students of Hogwarts looked at their backs-of the two wizards, one was tall and burly, looking like a walking wall, he was at least one foot taller than Cedric, you know, Cedric is already quite tall among Hogwarts students; the other has an eagle-like haircut and is not small, but standing next to him is like a dwarf.

The only girl among the trio is tall and tall like Fleur, but her body is full of power. In the not-so-warm weather, she is wearing a thin cloak of leopard skin.

"Finally, it's the champion from Hogwarts." Dumbledore said happily. He pronounced the name on the note thrown by Goblet of Fire: "Cedric · Diggory ——"

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

"The second and third champions are Roger Davis and Collins Foley. Let us cheer for them." He said the names of the remaining two in one breath.

There was another deafening applause. The students of Gryffindor followed and slapped their hands. Some of them were unpleasant. None of the three champions was Gryffindor. They were completely happy does not raise.

Wait for the noise Calm down, Dumbledore said with a smile: "Okay, please take the last three champions to the room next to the auditorium to take a break. I am happy to announce to everyone that Goblet of Fire has completed the mission by Perfection, and I believe everyone will support you in the future. The champion of his school contributed his own strength to this event, then—"

He suddenly stopped talking, and the Goblet of Fire, which should have been extinguished, became dazzling again. His face flushed.

A piece of paper flew out, he subconsciously caught it, looked down, and after a short silence, he cleared his throat and said aloud--

"Harry · Potter."

There was no cheering, and there was silence in the auditorium. Gradually, there was a buzzing sound, and everyone looked towards Harry, including the student sitting next to Harry, looking at him with incredible eyes.

"I didn't put my name in." Harry said blankly, and he looked towards Ron and Hermione, "You know I didn't, I've always been with you."

Hermione's mouth was still open and his eyes widened, Ron barely squeezed out a smile, "Yes, we have been together. Congratulations, Harry."

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

On the other side, Professor McGonagall stood up flustered from the chair, and tripped over Felix. "Be careful, Minerva," he said. But McGonagall didn't notice at all, she hurried to Dumbledore and said something violently.

Dumbledore said solemnly, "I know, Minerva, but..." He raised his voice and raised the half-burnt note in his hand. "Harry Potter, go next to the auditorium first."

Harry stumbled out, looking at a face of amazement, feeling that he didn't belong here, he walked up to Dumbledore, Dumbledore pointed him nodded and pointed him in the direction, he walked a few steps and listened There was another loud inhalation sound behind him.

He turned his head violently-as unbelievably as everyone else-looked at the Goblet of Fire, which turned red again, after the first error, followed by a second error. .

It must be broken, Harry thought. There is something wrong with this tattered wooden cup. Maybe a third hapless guy will be called out later.

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

There was an exclamation from the Gryffindor seat, and Hermione covered her mouth, no Dare to believe my ears. But at this moment, everyone's eyes are fixed on Goblet of Fire, and there is an inexplicable expectation in their hearts.

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

Harry stayed in place, the blue and white flame dazzled him, but he forced himself to look at it, as if to see the innermost part of the wooden cup, to see the last one ready to go Note.

Finally--

Dumbledore grabbed the flying note and said quietly in the deep and solemn silent hall: "Ronald Weasley."