The days at Hogwarts

Loren waved his hand casually, and the paper floated backwards. As it floated in the air, the uneven edges of the paper fibers gradually turned black. Really hot flames rose up, gradually engulfing the parchment, and a wisp of blue-white smoke floated up. , turned into a small amount of ashes and disappeared.

He has no intention of participating in any competition.

He doesn't lack the thousand galleons, and he has no intention of becoming the most outstanding warrior of the four schools.

As for Harry...

Loren's eyes turned to the remaining piece of paper in the Goblet of Fire. Although his roommate seemed to want the reputation of a warrior, this game seemed to do more harm than good to him. Everything happened to him, but he only took out " "Fire pit" seems inappropriate.

With this thought, Loren used his magic power again, trying to take out the remaining note from the flames - but the next second, something unexpected happened.

The originally gentle and peaceful flame suddenly burst into flames. The blue flame without firewood made the sound of firewood exploding, and sporadic sparks splashed out, with a boiling temperature like magma.

Quickly retracting his fingers, Loren frowned slightly and looked at the Goblet of Fire thoughtfully.

It's fine if you take out the note with your name on it, but it's not OK if you take out Harry's note...

This rule is understandable. After all, the Goblet of Fire tournament follows the principle of voluntary registration. Before the warriors are selected, someone takes the initiative to cancel the registration. The Goblet of Fire has no reason to stop it. And someone wants to help others cancel the registration. This is a bit suspicious. Fair competition.

So Harry, a warrior, can't escape?

Should I tell Harry about this surprise in advance? Forget it, it seems I still have to find a chance to talk to Old Deng.

Loren rubbed his forehead and slowly recalled the details of the follow-up Goblet of Fire project and Voldemort's resurrection in his mind. He also recalled that someone wanted to drag him down.

There is no doubt that although it was Professor Moody who did this, the command behind the scenes must be his master Voldemort. ,

What on earth does he want to do?

It's really troublesome, I'm sleepy...

Loren rubbed his face, lowered his head, and watched the blue flame slowly return to its original state, burning softly and quietly.

No matter what, I'll drag you all down.

……

Loren fell asleep and went back to sleep. When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright.

After washing and changing, I went downstairs and found that the Gryffindor common room was empty. The usual weekend wizard chess, explosive cards, and tabletop Quidditch were all gone. It was so quiet that I could only hear the little witch's quill rustling on the parchment. Scratched across, leaving blue-black ink marks.

Hermione sat in her usual seat by the window. In addition to notebooks and reference books, there was also a basket of scones with a slightly fermented wheat aroma.

When she heard the man sitting down next to her, he took the bread and took a bite of it. Hermione didn't even raise her head until she finished writing the last paragraph of her Transfiguration homework, then she put the quill into the ink bottle and handed over the marmalade. : "You went on a night out last night, Goblet of Fire?"

The first half of the sentence is a declarative sentence, and the second half is a question sentence.

Loren, who still had the bread in his mouth, immediately complained: "You don't know, Hermione, that fake Professor Moody has no bottom line. He just framed Harry, but he actually wanted to frame me... It’s good that I’m resourceful and skilled, otherwise you would see the Morgan Warriors competing, and it would be very embarrassing for other schools.”

Hermione took some time to clarify his words and frowned slightly: "You mean, someone put your and Harry's names into the Goblet of Fire?"

"That's right, you actually want to drag me into the water..."

Loren swallowed a mouthful of bread: "The Goblet of Fire has also been renovated and repaired. It's fine when I take my own note. But when I take Harry's note, it gets convulsive and angry. That's what the wizards from the three schools did seven hundred years ago." It’s really embarrassing to come up with something like this…”

"So, Harry's name is still in the Goblet of Fire?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"I didn't give up on him. I went to the principal's office, but Principal Dumbledore wasn't there... I left him a thoughtful letter. I was worried that Fox would eat the letter. I also asked the old principal on the wall to tell Dumbledore .”

Hermione pursed her lips, unable to sit still, closed the textbook, took Loren's hand and walked out.

"Hey, let me take two more bites, why are you so anxious..."

……

lunch time.

"Have you heard that the people of Durmstrang and Ilvermorny have already thrown their names into the Goblet of Fire this morning!"

Seamus loudly announced the information he had gleaned, causing the little wizards on the long table to look at each other frequently. "People from Slytherin and Ravenclaw houses have also submitted their names. Tsk, I wonder if I can be chosen?"

"I think Cedric has the best chance of winning." Dean sighed, "It would be great if Senior Weasley was still here. He would definitely be able to represent our Gryffindor as the Warrior."

"Weasley, which Weasley?"

"Percy Weasley, of course. Could it be Ron Weasley?"

"!!"

Ron was so angry that he punched the dining table. These people were just comparing each other. Why did they want to involve him?

Harry's shoulders were hunched, his head buried in the plate, as if he was concentrating on eating the steak. If you ignore the "chich" sound he made when he couldn't suppress it...

"Did you say that Principal Dumbledore received your letter?" Hermione asked worriedly. She dragged Loren to all the professors' offices in the morning, but they all came to nothing.

"You can go to the guest of honor seat and ask, in front of Professor Moody." Loren handed her the bowl of soup and nuzzled his nose in the direction of the guest of honor seat.

The principals of the four schools, all the professors of Hogwarts, and the judges were dining at the guest of honor, exchanging glasses and chatting happily. Hagrid sat next to Ms. Maxim, his face almost bursting into laughter.

Hermione swallowed a spoonful of mushroom soup and looked at the guest of honor seat in the auditorium - Principal Dumbledore was sitting in the middle. He noticed her gaze, winked at her, and gave her a slight smile.

Nothing was said, but Hermione's hanging heart was immediately relieved.

In the evening.

The little wizards gathered around in a circle, looking at the thin circle of gold thread on the floor in the center of the hall and the Goblet of Fire placed on the high stool, with blazing flames reflected in their eyes.

"Quick, Cedric, put it in!"

The little Hufflepuff wizards pushed Cedric and watched him throw the note with his name on it into the Goblet of Fire. The crowd burst into applause.

"Eternal glory, that's great, don't you think?" Ron's applause was heartless, and his expression was a bit disgusting, "We only have to wait for three years, and we can participate in the selection."

"You're right, I will support you next time." Harry said with a smile on his face. He didn't care about the title of Warrior.

Loren added at the right time: "It's a pity that the competition only happens once every five years."

Hermione looked at Harry and then at Loren, she hesitated to speak, her expression was complicated. The four of them had just found a good seat to sit down when they heard a loud cheer coming from the door.

"Alas!"

George and Fred ran in from the door, circling around like stars and high-fiving the familiar little wizards.

"thanks, thanks……"

George and Fred stopped in front of everyone with big smiles on their faces.

"Okay, guys, we've made it."

"Fresh out this morning, oh, that's a figure of speech."

"Guys," George squatted down next to Ron, "it's only four galleons, do you really not think about it?"

Ron had a stern face and didn't bother to talk to him.

"What about you?" Fred held a small bottle and shook it under the noses of Harry, Loren and Hermione.

"I don't think it will work." Hermione couldn't help but interrupt their sales pitch.

"Really? How do you know it's not possible, Miss Granger?"

"Did you see this?" Hermione pointed at a circle of gold thread, exuding the aura of Miss Know-It-All. She relayed the second-hand knowledge she had just heard in detail, "The age limit set by Dumbledore will not only detect you. Your body will also detect your magic power. A magic master like Dumbledore will not be fooled by some low-level tricks, such as age-increasing agents."

"This is the wonderful thing." George stood up holding the small bottle and unscrewed the cork of the small bottle.

Fred followed closely: "The lower it is, the more effective it is."

They drank the age-enhancing drug in one gulp like they were drinking from a glass of wine. Under the gaze of every pair of eyes in the hall, the twins successfully jumped into the golden coil, causing cheers from the little wizards who were watching.

"Great, great!"

Ron had already reached for his pocket, but then he heard a hissing sound, and the twins were thrown up and fell painfully to the cold stone ground ten feet away.

With a loud crack, identical long white beards sprouted from the chins of the two men. The audience burst into laughter, and even they themselves couldn't help laughing.

……

The Halloween dinner was a little more deserted than in previous years. The dome was not decorated for a thunderstorm night with a dark moon and high winds, and there were no pumpkin lanterns burning with dim flames in the auditorium and corridors.

Even the ghosts were in a lack of interest. Bloody Barrow and Ms. Gray repeatedly warned them not to suddenly emerge from the dining table while the little wizards were dining, and not to hang their heads from the ceiling before the little wizards got up...

However, the banners of the four schools added a new color to the auditorium, and the blazing blue flame in front of the guest chair surpassed all the candles and became the brightest light in the auditorium.

Hermione took a sip of pumpkin juice and sighed with pretense of regret: "You know, the stage play arranged by Myrtle has been cancelled. It is said that she planned to reenact the scene of the night she was killed. What a pity... "

Loren glanced at her expression and pondered for a moment: "I can convey your regrets to Myrtle. I believe she is very willing to perform a performance specifically for you."

Hermione suddenly choked on the pumpkin juice and coughed: "No, no need..."

"Do you know who else from our school has signed up besides Cedric?" Ron asked mysteriously.

"Who else?" Everyone around looked at him.

"Pegrin Derek from Slytherin, Roger Davis from Ravenclaw, and our Gryffindor Angelina."

"Angelina, is she seventeen?"

"My birthday was just last week."

"George and Fred must be so jealous."

"..."

Harry scratched his head, wondering if it was an illusion. He always felt that Loren and Hermione looked at him a little strangely.

Chapter 460 The sixth warrior, Tom!

There was half of the steak left on the dinner plate. Moody impatiently stuffed the whole piece of meat into his mouth, chewed it twice casually and swallowed it. During this period, the blue magic eye kept staring at Karkaroff beside him. , the prying eyes made the headmaster of Durmstrang feel like thorns in his back, making him restless.

Moody wiped his mouth with a cloth, took out his curved wine bottle, took a big sip, and burped at Karkaroff, disgust and offense clearly written on his mutilated face.

Crouch, who was wearing an elegant robe, turned his head and advised in a low voice: "Don't do this, Alastor, Principal Karkaroff has proven his merit to the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me." Moody's rough voice was full of ridicule, "More than ten years ago, at the Magical Law Council, our kind and righteous Principal Karkaroff confessed other Death Eaters. name……"

Karkaroff's face turned pale, and the hand holding the fork was trembling: "I, I have contributed to the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Crouch, we have reached an agreement..."

Crouch raised his eyebrows and smiled gently: "Yes, sir, we have reached an agreement."

Moody sneered twice: "You betrayed your accomplices and got the benefit of immunity from punishment. What a smart guy."

Karkaroff didn't dare to say anything. He just wanted the banquet to end as soon as possible... no, he wanted the entire competition to end as soon as possible.

Why did Dumbledore hire this guy as a professor? What can this guy teach the little wizard?

How to use the most effective method to make people lose the ability to resist, how to obtain intelligence without using veritaserum, and how to torture criminals without leaving scars?

In addition, why is the gentle and polite Crouch even more creepy? There seems to be a giant python hidden under that skin that chooses people to eat. Doesn't he always act according to the rules?

"Yes, that's what smart people do when they examine the situation and make the right choice." Crouch looked at the Potions Professor sitting next to him, "What do you think, Severus."

"Call me Snape, Mr. Crouch."

Snape's face was expressionless. He knew exactly what Crouch meant. He was on the list of Death Eaters that Karkaroff provided. "Besides, this is between you two. I'm just the Potions Professor at Hogwarts now."

"What a pity, Severus, I have always felt that your talents are more than this." Crouch said in a very regretful tone.

Snape looked at him deeply and didn't answer.

Completely different from the low pressure here, the rest of the guests at the guest table were chatting happily. Dumbledore's cold jokes and Bagman's interesting stories matched each other, causing Ms. Maxim to frequently raise her glasses.

Everyone was happy, except for Professor Flitwick who was holding his nose. The rich cologne on Hagrid's body made him dizzy...

The banquet came to an end, and after most people had eaten and drank, Dumbledore stood up under the nervous and expectant eyes of the young wizards.

"Attention everyone, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision."

Dumbledore waved his hands around, and quietly, the torches on the walls were extinguished. Only a few candles in the entire auditorium emitted faint light, and the huge room fell into half-darkness.

The blue-white flame in the wooden cup swayed endlessly, and suddenly the light shone brightly, swelling several times, and suddenly became the brightest light source in the auditorium.

Without any warning, the blue-white flame suddenly turned into a dazzling red, and several clusters of dazzling sparks burst out.

Crack, crackle!

Tongues of fire spurted out, and a piece of parchment half burnt flew out.

Everyone in the auditorium held their breath and watched the note fall into Dumbledore's hands. He glanced at it and shouted in a clear and powerful tone: "The Durmstrang warrior is Viktor." ·Krum!”

Applause and cheers instantly swept through the entire auditorium. Krum stood up from the Slytherin table, his expression still looking gloomy. At Karkaroff's signal, he walked towards the side door to the right of the guest seat and entered. Room.

"Awesome, Viktor! I know you are destined to be a warrior!"

Karkaroff's loud cheers were heard by everyone, but they sounded a little lack of energy and a bit stern. Ron muttered: "This is not surprising at all, you know Krum..."

The Goblet of Fire seemed to notice that the applause and conversations were gradually dying down. After a few seconds, the flames turned red again, and two burnt parchment strips popped out of the cup.