My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I thought Hogwarts would always come up with something nice to entertain them when visiting a foreign school."

In the auditorium, Tom rummaged through the dishes in front of him with a fork, trying his best to find something different from it. He has been doing this for a few minutes, waiting for the end of the conversation between the three school principals. During this period of time, whether it was the bright and bright Bussbatten or the gloomy and rigid Durmstrang, all the students in the auditorium maintained this fidgeting appearance. They were not because of tension, but because of excitement.

After understanding the significance of the triwizard warriors, everyone is eager to represent their own academy as a warrior. Maybe they have different goals-honor, fame and fortune, or maybe the 1,000 gallons of bonus, but eager Is consistent.

"I might as well put some exotic fruits!"

Tom kept stirring in the dishes and didn't know what he was looking for.

"As a country with a long history, the UK has at least some distinctive cuisines," Nelson said. "For example, uh..."

"Like what? You don't know, do you?"

"I mean, I mean... I really don't know it very well." Nelson was speechless for a while, and in order to ease the embarrassment, he had to raise his head and pretend to pay attention to the round table above the high platform.

The long table for faculty members in the past has been removed. What is placed there is a simple round table. Three distinctive high-back chairs strictly divide the table into three equal parts. In front of each principal In the fan-shaped area, the legends of each school when it was founded are depicted.

Dumbledore was sitting on a high-back chair divided into four colors. The school badge on top of his head was surrounded by snakes, eagles, badgers and lions. On the table in front of him, two men, two women and four wizards led a group of panicked children. Hiding in a valley, and determined to open it up as a paradise for sheltering little wizards.

On the chair behind Sigmund’s face is a scale carved with a magic wand on one side and a dark object on the other. The table in front of it depicts a meeting of thirteen people. Some were focused, some looked around, some secretly snickered, and some were very worried.

Constance sits on a chair depicting a Pegasus, it is chasing something that escapes into the clouds, and behind Constance, a witch riding a white horse stands on top of a floating castle, protecting The little wizards behind him.

"This is really a remarkable set of cultural relics," Nelson exclaimed, holding his chin on, "it will be of great significance to the study of school history."

"Is there anything special?" Tom curled his lips and asked, "Why don't you go to see the school history of Durmstrang and Boothbarton? Are they not similar to "Hogwarts, a school history" Is this kind of book? They will stay here for a semester anyway. If you are interested, I can buy one for you."

"Yes, there are, but sometimes the records in historical books are still a bit inadequate compared to the direct cultural relics," Nelson stretched out his hands, thought for a moment, and said, "For example—"

"For example, in the diary of one of our ancestors, I saw Merlin buried in the park behind Grimmauld Place, but after I went digging, I discovered that it was not credible." Alphad snapped back.

"Uh... the same can be said." Nelson scratched his head and followed Tom's gaze to the two newly added long tables for the students of the two schools. They will be placed here for a semester.

Boothbatten’s long table is located next to Ravenclaw, in the middle of the auditorium. I don’t know if it’s because the French are born with a superior aesthetic. The students in this school look a little better than those around them, and of course it’s possible. It is because one of Constance's criteria for selecting accompanying students is appearance, and the weight is relatively high.

Bussbarton’s students are mainly girls, which made Nelson once thought that this school was a girls’ school, but thinking that Mergan Wiltening had studied in Bussbarton, he realized something was wrong. They sat elegantly at the long table, curiously looking at the starry sky dome of the auditorium, while discussing quietly and quietly.

In addition to the principal, Boothbarton came with three team teachers, one man and two women, who looked relaxed and comfortable.

On the other hand, Durmstrand on the side was quite different. Perhaps considering that they only recruited pure-blood wizards, Dumbledore arranged them next to Slytherin.

But the scene of eager communication in Dumbledore’s imagination did not happen. The Slytherin students sat coldly at the long table and were too lazy to take care of the long table next door, and Durmstrand was even more exaggerated. They seemed to have no communication at all. Wrapped in black robes as if they were going to attend their principal’s funeral, their eating movements seemed to be carved out of a mold, and Nelson couldn’t even tell which of them was the teacher and which was student.

Nelson thought about it carefully, except for his strange "admirer" in Demst, it seems that no one has ever communicated with the outside world.

"It's so cold." Nelson retracted his gaze.

"That's not indifference," Tom said jokingly. "I have studied this school. Their school spirit is like this. You can't eat during meals, raise your hand to ask questions during class, and you will be locked up for two when you go out to the bathroom during curfew. Tian is confined, and even they have made requirements for students’ hair styles."

"I know that," Nelson shrugged. "I'm just curious why they must start from the plate in front of them when they eat. You see, that guy has eaten two plates of cold dishes, I'm afraid it's going to cause trouble."

"Haha," Alphad raised his head, crossed the opposite Slytherin classmate and looked towards the area of ​​Demster, and commented, "Maybe it's because they haven't eaten cold dishes there. After all, you see, their school uniforms are all It has a fur collar."

His voice was a little loud. Several Demster students raised their heads and glanced at him. They were staring at him with a few similar-looking flatheads. Anyone would feel hairy in their hearts. Alphad shrank his neck and asked, "They won't assassinate me? I heard that the place encourages the study of dark magic."

"That's not enough. Demster discourages assassination." Nelson patted Alphad on the shoulder gleefully and shook his head. "But in their spare time, their most common pastime is duel, so after dinner, it may be possible. Someone will invite you to participate in a wizard duel. Don’t forget, Demster’s encouragement to study black magic."

"Can I just admit defeat?"

Alphad said with horror on his face, but there was even expectation in his eyes. The fifth-grade Alphad seemed to be just a mischief disguised as a Slytherin, a poor student who did not hand in homework all the year round, but his grades and strength were not good. Not bad at all. As a descendant of the Black family and friends of Nelson and Tom, how could he be a weak hand? Alphad has even secretly arranged to sign up for the Triwizard Hegemony.

"Of course not. This is a'diplomatic incident.'" Tom also patted Alphard on the shoulder and said, "I'll be your assistant."

"Of course, if you both die, then I can consider being an assistant's assistant." Nelson said with a grin, not taking the person behind the table seriously.

"Dear students..."

The three people on the stage seemed to have finished talking. Dumbledore stood up suddenly, and the two principals followed closely. He stepped forward and loudly attracted the attention of the others in the auditorium.

"The guests and judges we invited have arrived. After a while, we will witness the restart of the Triwizard Tournament with them," Dumbledore said. "But before that, I need to explain some things in advance. ."

The auditorium fell silent for an instant, and everyone raised their heads and looked at Dumbledore in front of him.

"I'm sorry that I had to pour cold water on all the expectant students at the beginning. First of all, the Triwizard Tournament may be the highest-level magic event you can get in touch with during the school stage," Dumbledore said with a serious face. "But at the same time, it is also the most comprehensive and dangerous event. Don’t forget the reason for the suspension of the previous Triwizard Tournament. I hope that everyone will register after serious consideration. Don’t put yourself in the game because of your passion. Dangerously."

The air in the auditorium was a bit hot, probably because the cold air was sucked away.

"For Busbarton's classmates, Hogwarts has arranged an empty dormitory for you at our school. After the meeting, Professor Constance will select a temporary prefect for you and inform you of the arrangements for your dormitory." Lido cleared his throat and continued, "You will be placed in a class at the corresponding stage to study with students at Hogwarts. At this point, the students of Durmstrang are the same."

Dumbledore looked around and seemed to be counting the number of people. After a while, he continued, "I hope you can like Hogwarts in the next semester."

With that said, Dumbledore nodded at the hall door, and Nelson turned his head to see McGonagall standing in the doorway, waving his wand and opening the door.

"Welcome all the guests who will join us as guests and referees in this grand event," Dumbledore put his wand against his throat and shouted, ""

After an unusually lengthy introduction, a group of people whom Nelson had seen or had not met stood on the high platform. There were the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, the Director of International Affairs of the Three Kingdoms, the President of the International Wizarding Dueling Association and the last one. The champions of the duel contest and various internationally famous wizards, most of them will be the guests to watch the game, and the judges will be selected by the organizing committee and will not be announced until the start of the event.

This is totally unnecessary. Nelson believes that in a few days, the information of the current judges will be spread all over the world. After all, cheating can be regarded as the second round of the Triwizard Tournament-a and event. A traditional project with a long history.

But he didn't expect to see Newt here. He stood a little cramped with the suitcase that never left. When Dumbledore read the title of "Fantastic Animal Expert", he was even a little shy. And nervous.

In addition, Nelson also met another acquaintance, Flivy, who often helped himself during the school days-he was the last champion of the international wizard duel competition, a small man standing in a group of strange shapes. It seems less conspicuous among the wizards, Nelson kept communicating with him, but didn't know what he was going to do after graduation.

After introducing the guests, McGonagall led them to sit behind the long table that just appeared behind the high platform. The three principals stepped forward and walked to the front of the high platform. The silence in the auditorium has not been broken. Everyone knows that the real highlight is. Coming soon.

I saw Dumbledore step forward with his hands raised flat, and an old wooden box flew from the dome. The original wooden box was hidden there by him-it was said to be a wooden box, but in fact it was more like a wooden block. , Although it is old, but the whole body can not see any gaps.

Dumbledore caught the wooden box with a serious expression, then released his hand. The wooden box was steadily suspended in mid-air. Then, the three principals raised their wands together and held them against the top of the wooden box. After a few seconds, There was a faint but unusually loud crashing sound in the auditorium~www.readwn.com~ A straight gap suddenly cracked in the middle of the tightly-sealed wooden box, and it opened to both sides, revealing the red lining and placement inside. One of the rough wooden cups.

Nelson saw Constance’s nose wrinkled, as if smelling the stale air from centuries ago, then, at the sign of the other two principals, she stretched out her hand, held the bottom of the wooden cup, and lifted it. stand up.

And Dumbledore also walked to the side at the right time, and Sigmund reached out and pressed his hands on both sides of the wooden cup.

This wooden cup may have been carved by the founder of the original event by allowing his son or daughter to sculpt it casually. The overall artistic style highlights a "casual", asymmetrical, and untidy, but it is left over by the rough handwork under the washing of the years. On the contrary, the traces become more and more "magic charm".

"We've checked. This is the Goblet of Fire," Dumbledore said. "The Goblet of Fire for selecting warriors before the seventh century."

"After that, we will place the Goblet of Fire at the entrance of the auditorium. Students who are interested in participating in the Triwizard Tournament can sign up through the Goblet of Fire," Sigmund said seriously after following him. "The registration method is very simple. Next to, we prepared some cards with the school badges of the three schools. Take away the corresponding cards and write your full name on them with magic. Note that it is your full name. No one else’s name, nickname, or abbreviation will be accepted. Recognized by the Goblet of Fire."

"The registration process will continue until next Monday, at eight o'clock on Monday morning, and the Goblet of Fire will make its choice," Constance said at last. "Good luck, warriors."

As soon as the voice fell, a touch of green flame burst out of the goblet of fire, reaching a height of more than two meters, seeming to vent its centuries of loneliness.

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