Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Viktor Krum approached Seamus, who was guzzling salt water, and tried to strike up a conversation. He was referring to a butterfly machine, specifically designed for chest muscle training, which could also be adjusted to train the shoulders.

Krum has a strong build, but his head looks a bit wide from the front. He would need to broaden his shoulders to make his physique look better.

Simo has two very beautiful shoulders. He had just finished exercising, and his shoulders were engorged with blood, making them even more visually prominent.

"Wow! Krum! I'm a fan of yours. I never thought the world's best Seeker would talk to me!"

When Krum spoke to him, Simo realized that Viktor Krum was right next to him and had even started talking to him!

He immediately and enthusiastically pressed Krum down into the chair of the butterfly machine. "Of course you can try it. I mean, everyone is welcome to try it. Do you know how to use this machine? I'll teach you!"

"Uh... thank you, my English isn't very good."

Viktor Krum was somewhat taken aback by the enthusiasm, but he quickly became friends with the people at the gym during his workout.

Panting, he took off his shirt, revealing a muscular physique that wasn't as exaggerated as the people at the gym.

Many Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students also joined in. The Durmstrang students, who had a training foundation, picked it up very quickly, while only a very few Beauxbatons students were able to persevere and not give up.

The workout was very tiring, and my muscles are sore; I'm sure I'll be in excruciating pain tomorrow.

Simo and the surrounding atmosphere group kept shouting "Do it again!" and new power would emerge from all parts of their bodies, breaking through their own limits.

"You haven't used any potions, so you can't train for too long."

After completing a full-body workout, Simo stopped Viktor Krum, who wanted to continue.

"Potion? What potion?" Viktor Krum was slightly out of breath. He felt he could continue, and this feeling of working out was fantastic; he liked it.

Chapter 292 The Fourth Warrior

Simo took a small red bottle from a box on the ground. It had a dragon icon on it and a small caption: "Qunbolong! A fitness supplement from the Giant Dragon Gym. With it, you can work out all day! And transform yourself into him within a week!"

Viktor Krum looked at the person Seamo was pointing to. He was a young man who was a little over 1.6 meters tall, with some stubble on his chin. His muscles were not large, but he was very lean and his weight was estimated to be 60 kilograms.

If you could achieve his level in a week, that would be really impressive.

Seamus explained, "His name is Jelling, and he's a freshman at Hogwarts this year."

Viktor Krum was stunned, then his eyes widened in disbelief. "This... 11 years old?"

If he could say 'tm', then his current level of pronoun ...

At 11 years old, even if Europeans and Americans develop faster, an 11-year-old certainly wouldn't grow up to look like him. He has a beard!

“That’s right! He’s 11 years old. This photo was taken when he first joined the gym.” Simon took out another photo from the box. It was a group photo taken by Colin Crevey.

The photo shows a row of muscular men, with Hagrid standing in the background, displaying his biceps. In the middle of this group of muscular men is an extremely shy and thin boy.

Simo pointed to the boy, who was less than 1.5 meters tall and whose robe looked like it was hanging on a coat rack, and said, "This is Jellin."

Viktor Krum's eyes widened as he snatched the photo and began comparing it repeatedly in front of Jelling.

The world is far crazier than he imagined... but so what?

Viktor Krumm asked earnestly, "Where can I buy Qunbolong?"

He's so eager to improve!

“This bottle is for you!” Seamus shoved the potion bottle into Viktor Krum’s hand and said, “The only place that sells Gymnasium of the Dragons is the Gymnasium of the Dragons. There’s one in Hogsmeade. Each bottle costs 16 Galleons. There’s a discount if you buy a lot.”

Jimmy, standing in the crowd, nodded slightly. He thought that Seamus would definitely do well as a gym instructor, able to sell products to customers... No!

It's about sharing a love for fitness!

And now, world-class athletes are even preparing to donate money to support Dragon Gym.

After watching the excitement, Jimmy went to the raccoon house to check on Rocket and his family. Several students were resting and playing there.

Both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons have them, mostly for girls, who tend to like fluffy, cute things.

After wandering around for a while, bored Jimmy returned to the castle, luckily it was already lunchtime.

After lunch, Jimmy went back to his dorm and took a nap. He didn't get up until Neville woke him up for dinner, and he groggily headed towards the auditorium.

"We need to hurry, they're already eating, and they'll soon find out who our school's hero is!"

Nave pulled the dazed Jimmy along, and they hopped and skipped down the spiral staircase.

"It's the same whether I go later or not, I'll find out what I need to know anyway..." Jimmy, whose wealth has already achieved self-sustaining growth and who no longer needs to worry about money, has his lazy nature exposed. He has no energy at all after just getting up.

Fortunately, they still made it to dinner, and Dumbledore hadn't announced the Warriors roster yet.

Hermione noticed Jimmy's messy hair and reached out to smooth it down, but the strands still stuck up. She gave up and asked, "Were you sleeping all afternoon?"

"Yeah, there's nothing to do, I'll take a break too."

Jimmy poured himself a cup of black tea, and after drinking it, he felt much more energetic. He ate while chatting with Hermione and observing the people around him.

Tonight's dinner was the most lavish one at Hogwarts, because no one cared about the food; they were all looking, intentionally or unintentionally, toward the professors' table.

He probably hoped that Dumbledore would finish his food quickly so that he could announce who would be the champion of the Triwizard Tournament.

Finally, to everyone's eager anticipation, Dumbledore stood up.

The four long tables fell silent instantly, all turning their attention to Dumbledore behind the professor's table.

Ms. Maxim and Professor Karkaroff looked just as tense as everyone else.

“Alright, the Goblet is about to make its decision.” Dumbledore stepped out from behind the long table and walked behind the Goblet of Fire. “I estimate it will take another minute. Listen, after the champions’ names are announced, I want them to walk to the top of the Great Hall, then down the faculty tables, and into the next room—”

He pointed to the door behind the professor's long table.

"They will receive initial guidance there."

After saying this, Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it above the Goblet of Fire, extinguishing all the candles except those in the pumpkin lantern.

The dim lighting in the auditorium added to the sense of ceremony, and everyone instantly became serious, staring intently at the Goblet of Fire, which was still radiating a bright light.

The blue flames illuminated Dumbledore's blue and white robes brilliantly as he stared intently at the flames in the Goblet of Fire.

The flames suddenly turned red, sparks crackled and popped, and then a tongue of fire shot out, sending a charred parchment into the air.

Everyone in the auditorium held their breath, their round eyes fixed on the slowly falling note, watching it being grasped by a large, strong, and aged hand.

"The champion of Durmstrang is..." Dumbledore looked at the note, deliberately waited a while, and then looked ahead, "Viktor Krum."

The once quiet auditorium erupted in a commotion. Karkarov, sitting behind the professors' table, let out a long sigh of relief, followed by a confident smile.

“That’s not surprising at all!” Ron shouted, and applause and cheers swept through the entire auditorium.

"Fantastic, Viktor!" Karkaroff's voice boomed. "I knew you were destined to be a warrior!"

Viktor Krum calmly got up and slowly walked forward.

It wasn't that he didn't want to walk faster, but after exercising all day, his whole body was sore and weak.

The applause gradually subsided as the Goblet of Fire released a second note.

Dumbledore reached out and took the note again, announcing, "The champion of Beauxbatons is... Fleur Delacour!"

The auditorium erupted in applause once again, which many felt was only right.

Fleur was so dazzling among the students of Beauxbatons that she practically dominated the entire school, capturing everyone else's attention.

Furong stood up gracefully, a suitable smile on her face. With just a few simple movements, she immediately made the boys in the auditorium act strangely.

Hermione immediately looked to her side, only to find Jimmy propping his head up and staring at her, as if he knew she would turn her head, with a smile on his face.

"The champion of Hogwarts is... Cedric Diggory!"

Dumbledore then announced the name of the third champion, and then said with a smile, "Alright, now our three champions have been chosen. I know, I can totally..."

He paused for a moment, everyone was drawn to the fourth transformation of the Goblet of Fire.

The Goblet of Fire's program, which had been repeated three times, started again, and the flames once more spat out a note.

Dumbledore instinctively took it, glanced down at it, and then looked at the Gryffindor table with a shocked and surprised expression.

"Harry Potter..."

Chapter 293 Hermione's Efforts

The name Harry Potter seems to possess a certain magic, immediately causing two collective behaviors in the entire Great Hall after it was uttered.

The first thing I noticed was silence, and the second was that they were looking at something at the Gryffindor table.

Harry sat there, realizing that everyone in the Great Hall was turning to look at him.

He froze, his mind blank, silently repeating to himself, "This must be a lie, I must have misheard."

There was no applause, only a gradually rising buzz of discussion, like countless angry bees buzzing.

The Hufflepuff little badgers, in particular, felt a burning pain on their faces, like cats whose tails had been stepped on, and glared angrily at Harry Potter.

Even if he was once a savior, he shouldn't have given them such an embarrassing experience in person!

Hogwarts hosted the tournament, and Dumbledore elevated the Triwizard Tournament to a high level. Cedric Diggory, the champion of Hogwarts and Hufflepuff, had already been chosen.

Harry Potter's sudden intervention not only embarrassed him in front of others by admitting that he had cheated to get his spot, but also made the excited badgers feel betrayed.

If Harry is a champion, then what is Cedric Diggory?

absurd!

This is outrageous!

The students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang started arguing that if Hogwarts had two warriors, then they should also have two warriors to be fair!

He cares more about the opinions of those close to him than the noise and commotion outside.

“I didn’t put my name in.” Harry looked blankly at Ron, then his gaze swept over Jimmy, Hermione, Lavender, and the others. “You know I didn’t.”

“That’s not important!” Jimmy said jokingly. “The fact is that Dumbledore called your name.”

His mockery wasn't directed at Harry, but rather at the mastermind behind it all, with Dumbledore and Voldemort equally responsible.

All the portraits in the castle are Dumbledore's spies. He has a strong grasp of the castle, so it's impossible that he doesn't know who caused all this.

In this eerie and somber atmosphere, Dumbledore called out again, "Harry, come here!"

"Go ahead," Hermione urged from the side. She had designed the challenge; there was no way it could be dangerous.

Harry stiffly rose, ending the several-kilometer-long road to the execution ground, and stood beside Dumbledore.