I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

The Durmstrang incident passed quickly, and Karkaroff knew he was in the wrong. In addition, with the two principals standing against him, he was not in the right either, so he had no grounds to fight against the other two principals.

Therefore, Karkaroff had no choice but to repeatedly instruct Durmstrang students to behave themselves at Hogwarts.

Durmstrang's classmates naturally had no objections; their fate was laid bare in the medical wing, and Mrs. Pomfrey had gone to great lengths for those unfortunate souls.

Louis also felt a little guilty, and he specifically asked Dumbledore to give Mrs. Pomfrey some extra benefits—yes, his guilt stemmed from the thought that Mrs. Pomfrey would be very tired taking care of these few rotten garlic cloves.

As a result, Catherine's illustrious name became known to everyone from Ireland to... to Rossiya. Whenever Durmstrang's classmates saw Catherine, they would instinctively avoid her. Some of the more timid ones would even tremble uncontrollably, like mice seeing a cat.

The girl who was teased, Fleur Delacour, became friends with Catherine after that incident, and occasionally Catherine would give her some spell guidance when she had free time.

Days passed by, and soon the selection ceremony for the Halloween Triwizard Tournament arrived.

Before the official announcement of the selection process, there was a banquet to be held. Even in a country where the food isn't exactly delicious, they still have to hold some eating and drinking activities on large occasions.

Right? Who doesn't eat dumplings during Chinese New Year?

Twenty minutes after the banquet began, Hagrid slipped into the auditorium through a door behind the faculty table. He sat at the end of the table and waved to acquaintances with a hand wrapped in bandages.

"How's the Blasttail, Hagrid?" Harry asked loudly.

Hagrid replied cheerfully, "It's growing great!"

"Yeah, I knew it coming right away," Ron muttered under his breath. "Look at the bandages wrapped around his hands, folks. Maybe Hagrid's fingers are the secret to feeding the Blasttails—why didn't he provide Hagrid's fingers when he sent us to feed them?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, his five fingers moving nimbly: "Fingers... Ha!"

"Keep your voice down, Ron," Louis warned him from behind. "Be careful, or Hagrid will hear you and treat you to rock cakes."

Ron gave a disgusted look: "Fine, then I won't say anything. Let Hagrid enjoy the rock crust cakes slowly."

As he spoke, he glanced at Fleur, who was sitting next to Catherine.

At this moment, Furong also turned around, saw the small bowl in front of him, and gently parted her lips: "Please forgive me, are you still going to eat this bowl of mixed fish soup?"

Fleur was indeed very beautiful. Her silver hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, looking exceptionally smooth. Her bright and captivating azure eyes were mesmerizing, leaving Ron, that little lecher, somewhat dizzy with infatuation.

"You eat it." Harry hadn't looked at Fleur's face; he had only heard what she said. He picked up the bowl of soup and handed it to Fleur.

"Thank you, you're such a kind person." Fleur smiled sweetly, and for a moment Harry was momentarily stunned.

However, he wasn't that kind of person—well, he was only somewhat interested in Zhang Qiu, and he didn't seem to appreciate Fu Rong either. At the same time, he saw his good friend Ron's awkward situation and quickly nudged Ron with his elbow.

"Ron, snap out of it, Hermione's about to get angry!" Harry whispered.

Ron then came to his senses and whispered, "He's a Veela... he's definitely a Veela!"

"Definitely not!" Hermione was clearly angry too, and she said in a sharp, sarcastic tone, "Give me a break, Ronald. I didn't see anyone else staring at her like an idiot!"

Therefore, people usually don't think before they speak when they are extremely angry. Hermione was obviously also speaking without thinking when she was angry. When Fleur smiled and frowned, many boys around her stared at her blankly, which was much worse than Ron.

Yes, that guy, Justin Finley, he's practically stuck a spoon in his own nose.

"Look at Justin Finley, what kind of look is that?" Louis whispered to Catherine, glancing at Justin in the Hufflepuff seating area. "Pretty unique, huh? When did he learn to eat with his nose?"

Catherine noticed Justin's expression and chuckled.

"I was just bewitched, Hermione, you have to believe me!" Ron whispered to Hermione, "Okay, you're the only one in my heart, Hermione, you have to believe me!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and didn't say anything.

"Louis, please explain this to me..." Ron was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Louis casually scooped a spoonful of buttered mashed potatoes and chuckled as he asked, "Explain what? Explain that you want me to find you a maid as pretty as Christina? I'm looking, I'm looking. As soon as you break up with Hermione, I'll arrange one for you!"

Hermione instantly flew into a rage. She stood up and glared at Ron, shouting, "Ronald! You bastard!"

Her outburst drew the attention of most people in the Great Hall. Hermione felt embarrassed and stormed off.

Ron's face fell, and he was about to chase after him when Louis stopped him.

"Let her calm down for a while. Even if you chase after her now, it won't do any good. It might even make things worse. I mean, you don't want to get beaten up by Hermione with a spell, do you?" Louis said with a smile.

Ron was restless. He wanted to comfort Hermione, but he was afraid of being punished. He gave Louis a reproachful look: "Oh Louis, why are you talking nonsense for no reason..."

"I really think so, Ron," Louis said with a wink. Just then, he noticed Hermione walking back and said to Ron with a smile, "Hermione has such a bad temper. I see you getting bullied every day, and I'm only doing this to help you. Do you really want to be disciplined and controlled by her every day?"

Ron, who hadn't noticed Hermione's return, immediately retorted without thinking, "Pah! I love it this way! Being bossed around by Hermione is bliss! What do you know!"

Louis shook his head at Hermione, and Ron noticed his movement, turning around to see Hermione laughing through her tears.

"I forgive you, Ron." Hermione rushed over and gave him a real hug.

Ron, unsure where to put his paws, finally patted Hermione on the back and said, "Okay, Hermione, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I should have realized it sooner. That bastard Louis doesn't have any nice things to say. He must have made it all up to lie to me!" Hermione said, turning her head to glare at Louis.

"Aren't you going to ask me if I did it on purpose or by accident?" Louis asked with a smile.

"I know you did this on purpose!" Hermione waved her little fist at Louise. "As compensation for this terrible behavior, you'll have to sign my 'Treat House-Elves Well' document!"

"Okay, I'll sign it." Louis shrugged.

Hermione was prepared; she took out the paper and handed it to Louise.

Without saying a word, Louis used magic to imprint his name on it, and even added a glittering golden star.

"Since you're so sincere, I'll forgive you!" Hermione said proudly, raising her chin with a hint of smugness.

Louis mentally went through three periods.

"Should I teach her a lesson, Little Deer?" Catherine's voice suddenly rang out. "I think she's gotten a bit cocky lately and forgotten what it's like to be hung upside down like a fuchsia."

Hermione immediately turned around and sat up straight, looking like a primary school student.

The saying "one thing subdues another" applies here. Hermione has never dared to look up at Catherine.

Soon after, the main course was removed and replaced with dessert. Louis really liked the panna cotta this time; the cool, sweet, and rich milky flavor made him want more.

"Which house-elf made this? Let's find out." Louis said, tilting his head to Sakuya Izayoi on his right.

Sakuya nodded and took out her notebook to write it down.

Always remember your master's preferences; this is the first rule of the maid's code.

As for where the "Maid's Code" came from, it can only be said that it was compiled by our Head Maid herself. Christa has recently been studying this code, and she seems to be finding it quite difficult.

After the dessert was finished, Dumbledore stood up. At the same time, an excited yet nervous atmosphere filled the Great Hall as everyone whispered and guessed what the next program would be.

"The moment has finally come," Dumbledore said, smiling at the faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I'd like to explain a few things to everyone before bringing the box in."

"I'd like to explain our program for this academic year, but first, please allow me to introduce our two guests, as some of you may not recognize them. This is Mr. Zlatan Lovegood, the Acting Director of the Department of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic."

"That's my dad! That's my dad!" Ravenclaw's daughter, Akko Lovegood, cheered excitedly from her seat.

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted from Ravenclaw's seat. After all, Arcanine was a third-year student of Ravenclaw, and in a way, Eevee was also one of Ravenclaw's own.

After the enthusiastic applause subsided, Dumbledore pointed to the other person and introduced, "This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, the Director of the Department of Physical Education and Sports at the Ministry of Magic."

The applause for Mr. Bagman was also quite loud, after all, he was once a well-known Quidditch player—most importantly, he looked so cheerful and amiable that few students would dislike someone with such a strong and approachable aura.

"Mr. Lovegood and Mr. Bagman have worked diligently over the past few months to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore paused, then continued, "They will join me, Professor Karkaroff, and Mrs. Maxime to form the judging panel and evaluate the warriors' efforts."

Upon hearing the word "warrior," the students immediately became serious, seemingly anticipating Dumbledore's further explanation.

He smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring the box up."

No one noticed that Filch, who had been lurking in a corner of the Great Hall, was now walking towards Dumbledore, carrying a large, old wooden box inlaid with jewels. The students stared in amazement, discussing it animatedly.

Colin Crevey's younger brother, Dennis, was the bravest boy at the freshman sorting ceremony. To get a better view, he stood on a chair, but he was so small that even standing, his head wasn't much taller than the others.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific events for the Warriors' competition this year," Dumbledore said.

Filch then carefully placed the box on the table in front of him. "They also made many necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects in total, which will be carried out at different times throughout the school year. They will test the warriors in many different ways—their magical talents, their courage and their reasoning abilities—and of course, their ability to overcome danger."

Upon hearing the last sentence, the auditorium fell silent; it seemed as if everyone had stopped breathing.

"As you already know, there will be three champions participating in the competition," Dumbledore continued calmly, "each representing one of the participating schools. We will score them based on the quality of their performance in each competition event, and the champion with the highest score after all three events will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be selected by a fair selector, the Goblet of Fire."

At this point, Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times. The lid slowly creaked open. Dumbledore reached inside and pulled out a roughly carved wooden goblet. The goblet itself was unremarkable, but it was filled with flickering blue-white flames.

To ensure everyone in the Great Hall could see the goblet clearly, Dumbledore closed the box and placed the goblet on the lid, so that everyone in the Great Hall could see it clearly.

"Every student who wishes to compete for the title of Warrior must write their name and school on a piece of parchment and drop it into this goblet. Twenty-four hours later, at this time tomorrow, we will announce the participants," Dumbledore said, his gaze sweeping intently over all the students in the Great Hall. The blue flame in the goblet danced on his half-moon spectacles. "To prevent any underage students from wanting to sign up for this dangerous competition, once the goblet is placed in the foyer, I will draw an age line around it. No one under the age of seventeen may cross this line."

Dumbledore's words stirred up a storm, most vehemently from the Weasley twins. George shouted, "This is distrust of us, Headmaster!"