The days at Hogwarts

"The Champion of Beauxbatons—" Dumbledore shouted in a deep voice, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Amidst the commotion, the bright girl stood up gracefully, shook her silver hair, and walked up from the Ravenclaw table with light steps.

"Champion of Ilvermorny, Piccoly Graves!"

Amidst the deafening noise, Graves was in a daze. When he got up and walked to the stage, he vaguely heard Butt's congratulations.

When the two entered the next room, the auditorium became quiet again, but the excitement surging in the silence was almost solid, and Loren could feel the hot breath and eyes of the little wizards.

All the little wizards wearing black magic robes know that it is the turn of the Hogwarts warriors next...

Tongues of fire leaped high, and under everyone's expectant gaze, Dumbledore raised his right hand high: "The warrior of Hogwarts is Cedric Diggory!"

The roar of cheers instantly filled the auditorium, and the little Hufflepuff wizards jumped up and down, screamed, and stamped their feet... Cedric greeted everyone he knew with a bright smile, and it took him a long time to walk in from his seat. Warrior's room.

When the noise finally subsided, Dumbledore said with a smile: "Okay, now our four warriors have been selected. I know that I can completely rely on you all, including Beauxbatons, Ilvermorny and Demster." Other classmates of Lang, you will definitely go all out to support your warriors..."

A burst of hissing sparks suddenly interrupted his words, and everyone noticed the unusually flickering Goblet of Fire behind them.

The red flame that was supposed to be extinguished ignited again, crackling sparks splashed everywhere, and a long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, holding up two more pieces of parchment.

As if subconsciously, Dumbledore reached out and grabbed the parchment, staring at the name written on it.

Everyone in the Great Hall was waiting for Dumbledore.

After a brief silence, Dumbledore cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Hogwarts, Harry Potter!"

There was no applause and there was silence in the auditorium.

Everyone's eyes were cast on the boy with the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. With an incredible look in his eyes, a buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, as if there were countless angry bees chirping.

The adult wizards at the guest table had complicated expressions. Some were sizing up Harry and some were sizing up Dumbledore. Only Bagman's eyes showed joy.

Unpopular...dark horse...odds!

A series of words flashed through his mind, and eventually they turned into a golden, round thing.

"Golden Gallon..."

Bagman murmured subconsciously. He suppressed the joy of laughing out loud and asked in a deep voice with an eager expression, "Principal Dumbledore, what is the other note? Please read it out too."

One more upset, many more galleons...

"..."

Seeing that Dumbledore didn't respond, Bagman hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed the note from his hand, and shouted cheerfully: "The sixth warrior is Tom Gaunt, Azka - Azka class?"

The sound fell, as if a cold wind blew through the auditorium, and all the discussions fell silent.

Moody's eyes were spinning like a top, as if they would fly out of their sockets at any moment. Several Hogwarts deans had peeped into the Chamber of Secrets, and they knew exactly what this name meant, and a chill ran down their spines.

Principal Fontana looked confused: "Isn't this the professor I recruited last year? He broke the law and was put in Azkaban by you?"

Crouch had a meaningful smile on his lips. He took the note from Bagman and turned it over in his hand, as if the note was something interesting. He turned his hand over and held it, leaned forward and whispered something in Dumbledore's ear.

"Okay, be quiet!" Dumbledore seemed to have made a decision and shouted again, "Harry Potter! Harry! Please come up here!"

Harry's expression was dull, and he sat stupidly in his seat. His mind was a little overheated.

"Go ahead," Hermione urged quietly, and Loren nudged him.

Harry was completely stunned. Under the gazes of everyone, he walked stiffly along the long table and walked into the door.

"Students, continue what I just said. I believe you will go all out to support the warriors of your respective schools. By cheering for the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event..." Dumbledore The voice was steady and powerful, "Although there were some surprises in the selection of the warriors, please believe us, the event organizing committee and the referee team, we will handle these things."

"Now, please exit in an orderly manner under the leadership of the prefects of each college... Our professors will also lead the way for students from other schools."

Before leaving, Loren glanced at the guest of honor seat, and met Dumbledore's blue eyes. Loren's movement of raising his chest and raising his head stopped, and he shrank his head.

Righteous and confident, but guilty.

……

"He must have found another way to cross the age line, right?" Ron asked with a reluctant smile as they followed a group of people up the spiral staircase.

"I guess it's definitely not the invisibility cloak. The invisibility cloak can cover me and him. It was probably done last night. He also said so today that no one will see... Hey, he is really smart, unlike I……"

He tried his best to pretend to be relaxed, but he couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes.

"Yes, you do look like a fool now, Ron!" Hermione said angrily, "You don't even want to say his name. Why, are you going to call him Potter when you see him later? "

Loren opened his mouth but stopped talking.

"Pour out some of the braised beans you've stuffed your head with and think about it. Harry's name and Voldemort's name appear in the Goblet of Fire at the same time! What does that mean-"

Hermione suddenly paused when she said this. She turned around and saw Loren, who had a guilty look on his face. She almost didn't have to think hard to figure out what was going on.

The little witch's eyes widened in disbelief, and she hit him on the shoulder in anger.

"boom!"

Loren rubbed her shoulders and smiled gently.

Hermione glared at him angrily, grabbed his hand and dragged him to the corner of the lounge.

"Come with me, you must make it clear today! What on earth do you think..."

Ron watched the two inexplicable people gradually walk away, shook his head and began to think about what Hermione had just said, his face gradually became heavier.

……

The small room, which was not very spacious, was filled with golden utensils. Portraits of wizards were hung on the walls on both sides, and the fire was burning brightly in the fireplace.

Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Piccolo Graves and Cedric were sitting around the fire, silently watching the rising flames, the red light dancing on their faces. , with a long shadow behind him.

Harry stood in the doorway, hesitant to move forward.

There was a rush of footsteps from behind, and Ludo Bagman walked over first, grabbed Harry's arm, and said quickly: "It's so bizarre! It's definitely too bizarre! Ladies and gentlemen, please Allow me to introduce you, even though it seems incredible, this is the fifth warrior of the Contest!”

The four warriors had different expressions. Krum and Fleur seemed a little unhappy. Although Cedric was confused, he smiled at Harry. Graves was noncommittal.

Harry looked at him. He didn't know why, but he always felt that Mr. Bagman seemed to be happy for him to become a warrior.

The principals, professors and Crouch arrived one after another. After a period of meaningless noise, Dumbledore looked at Harry and asked slowly:

"Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?"

Many thoughts flashed through Harry's mind in an instant, including Voldemort's name, Bagman's weirdness, the Goblet of Fire... He had many things to say, but seeing Dumbledore's calm face, Harry suddenly calmed down and only shook his head.

"No."

"Did you ask any of your older classmates to help you throw their names into the Goblet of Fire?"

"No."

Harry thought thoughtfully, it turned out that this method could still be used, George and Fred must have regretted it.

"He's lying! Hogwarts can't have two warriors. This is extremely unfair." Maxim's head hit the chandelier filled with candles, and his huge chest heaved violently with anger, "What on earth does this mean? Dumbledore?"

"You must put the Goblet of Fire back out. I think my other students need to re-register!" The expression on Karkaroff's face was extremely ugly. "If we can't do this, we Durmstrang will never participate in the competition. , I won’t participate anymore!”

Principal Fontana frowned. He was still thinking about his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"A bluffing threat, Karkaroff!" Moody roared, staring directly at him. "You must participate in the competition, they all must participate in the competition, and this is bound by a magical contract!"

"But……"

After a chaotic commotion, everyone present reached a consensus that Harry was incapable of breaking through the age limit, and there was someone else who put his name into the Goblet of Fire.

It's just unclear whether that person had good intentions or bad intentions... The decision on the matter ultimately fell to two Ministry of Magic officials.

Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and looked at everyone: "Yeah... it's really surprising, but you also know that the age limit was only implemented this year as an additional safety measure. Since his name comes from the Goblet of Fire It's coming out... I mean, now that we've reached this point, we're not allowed to run away. The rules are very clear and you must abide by them."

Crouch nodded with a serious expression: "We must abide by the charter. The charter clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition."

"But--"

"My dear Madam Maxime, if you have another solution, I am all ears."

Dumbledore waited for a while, but Maxim just glared angrily, so he continued gently, "We don't know how this situation came about, but in my opinion, we have no choice but to accept it. …”

Bagman rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, let's start coaching the warriors."

"Please wait a moment!" Principal Fontana, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. He asked tentatively, "So, what about the other note?"

Crouch's eyes flickered and he was silent for a moment: "I will immediately notify the ministry and ask the Aurors to start investigating this name. I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer before the game is over."

Chapter 461 Gabrielle Delacour

Chapter 461 Gabrielle Delacour

Monday, cloudy.

The gorgeous decorations in the auditorium have not had time to be removed. The walls are covered with silks and emblems of the four schools. Beauxbatons' banners are bordered by golden tassels. Someone on the Ravenclaw table The little witch stared intently, not knowing what she was thinking.

Fleur Delacour pressed her sister's shoulder and warned, "Just stay in the castle in the morning. I will come find you after my special training. Do you remember this, Gabrielle?"

The little girl nodded numbly.

A trace of guilt flashed across Fleur's face, and she hugged the little girl tighter, trying to give her some comfort and some comfort to herself.

Not far away, a pair of outstanding-looking male and female wizards walked into the long Gryffindor table from behind carrying dinner plates and sat down in a seat that had already been occupied. Herbology textbooks and notebooks were placed in their hands.

"I didn't expect that classes would go on as usual during the competition..."

"How can we support the warriors of the academy like this?"

"Why don't people from other schools take classes..."

Loren muttered in front of several people. Ever since he learned that classes would resume as usual in the morning, he had repeated these words more than a dozen times, "The warriors in other schools focus on training, but the warriors in our school still have to go to class and do after-school work." Homework, how can you win? You think so, Harry?"

"Stop teasing me, I don't want to get into this trouble."

Harry forced a smile and poked listlessly at the bread on the plate. Just as a group of senior witches passed by, Angelina gave him a piece of chocolate and said in a cheerful tone: "Eat more, warrior, even if It can't be me, but also a member of Gryffindor."

Katie Bell hugged his shoulders affectionately: "Show the people in other schools how awesome you are, and teach Digory a lesson by the way!"

Seeing the favored behavior of the witches, Ron expressed sincere envy: "To be honest, I would rather trade with you for work, even if I have to face Voldemort."

Harry looked at his friends with a resentful expression, but because of their teasing, his tense heartstrings relaxed a little.

After the warrior training ended last night, I returned to the common room in a daze, and was forced to attend the celebration party. After a half-night fuss, I had time to briefly chat with a few people about the situation.

After simple reasoning, several people reached a consensus.

The person who put his name into the Goblet of Fire must be a Death Eater. Voldemort and his name appeared in the selection of warriors at the same time, which shows that Voldemort wanted to attack him during the game... There are two possible goals for them. One is to use As a sacrifice for Voldemort's return, the second is to kill him directly...

But he didn't need to worry too much. Since Voldemort set the stage on the playing field, it meant that the school was safe, and Dumbledore and the professors could guarantee his safety...

Harry combed through the clues in his mind and glanced at Hermione secretly. During the conversation last night, she always seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if she was hiding some news from him.

"Stop joking around, stupid boys, and think about serious business!"

Hermione said angrily, she was spreading the bread and spreading mayonnaise on it with a spoon, "According to what Harry said last night, the first project will be held on November 11th. The focus of the examination is courage. Warriors will not The only weapon I can get any help from is my wand...

"Listen to these words, this must involve fighting, dangerous fighting!"

Ron raised his eyebrows: "Can it be more dangerous than the Basilisk?"

Hermione stared at him and was about to scold him. Loren put the omelette on Hermione's piece of bread in time and comforted him: "Relax, there is no point in worrying now, there is still nearly a month."

"Not a month!" Hermione shouted loudly, "It's three weeks, three weeks."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Loren folded her slices of bread into a sandwich and blocked her mouth.

"Well……"

Satin banners and ribbons fluttered gently, and there was a lot of noise in the auditorium. Their voices blended into the more noisy commotion, making them inconspicuous. There were also young wizards who looked at Harry while chewing food, but they only took a few glances and passed by.

There are young wizards who have just entered school this school year who are surprised and puzzled. The seniors and sisters will always advise them earnestly:

Those people, especially Harry Potter, do something different every year. Is it any wonder? He is Harry Potter, and he has been so different since he was one year old. .

So the freshmen patiently asked for advice.

Those wonderful adventures in the past three years were swallowed bit by bit along with the fragrant omelette. They were about Quirrell who pursued the power of black magic and was controlled by evil ghosts, and about Loja who used the Forgetting Curse to steal other people's heroic deeds. Especially, about the basilisk and the secret chamber, about the godfather who was wrongly imprisoned but swam across the ocean...

The little Ravenclaw witch bit her spoon with a troubled expression.

Should she tell them what Fred said? Fred only told her to keep it a secret, but he didn't say she couldn't tell her friends...

After eating breakfast and chatting for a while, the few people walked out of the castle and went to the third greenhouse for herbal medicine class.

Babo Tuber's class has completely ended. The little wizards were happy but also felt a little disappointed. Although the process of squeezing a pustule was disgusting, it was inexplicably satisfying. Now that they no longer had to squeeze, they were still a little uncomfortable for a while.