I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"Yes, but Headmaster Karkaroff, we are not that familiar with each other."

Heinrich stood up, not caring at all about Karkaroff's ugly expression.

He bowed slightly to John and walked straight out the door.

Karkaroff, with a dark face, also walked out.

When he reached the door, he met the three little ones.

Karkaroff paused.

His eyes widened, as if he saw something incredible, which made him stunned.

"Yes, that's Harry Potter!"

There was an angry roar and Moody stood behind him, leaning heavily on his cane, his blue eyes fixed on Karkaroff.

Seeing Moody, Karkaroff remembered something and his face quickly turned pale.

This scene also made others see that Heinrich had a mocking look on his face.

"Are you scared, Headmaster Karkaroff?"

His voice was not loud, but it was particularly harsh.

Karkaroff looked at Moody with wide eyes. "Is that you?"

"Unless you have something to say to Potter, move on."

A group of people from Durmstrang blocked the door. Karkaroff didn't say anything. He turned around and glared at Heinrich, then walked forward without saying a word.

"Look, our great Potter, as always, will travel with a nanny."

Harry was about to leave, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but look over.

It was Malfoy, and he was smiling in a way that deserved a beating.

He pretended to faint, and Goyle and Crabbe pretended to be nannies and took good care of Malfoy.

This scene made Harry furious. Moody came over and pulled him, saying in a gentle voice, "Ignore them."

Harry turned and walked away without saying a word.

Moody took two steps forward and looked back deeply in the direction of Slytherin.

...

The secret room of the Star Society.

The lights were dimmed, and the dome cast a starlight. Words of various colors floated in the air. When you reached out and touched them, the words scattered and then gathered again.

The hazy beauty is fascinating.

The crystal white wine glowed faintly and fell into the crystal wine glass, exuding a sweet fruity aroma, which was very wonderful.

This was Furong's first time entering the secret room of the Star Society, and she was amazed by everything inside.

The round table was full of people except for the seat facing John.

"I am very happy," John said, chuckling as he held the crystal glass. "All the stars have gathered together. This glass is for Fleur Delacour. Our good friend is here."

He raised his crystal glass, and the others also smiled.

The wine in the glass slid into the throat, the taste was sweet with a hint of sourness. It was cool when I drank it, but it warmed my body.

It was the first time Furong drank this kind of wine, and she couldn't help but savor it a little more.

A meteor fell from the dome into the cup and turned into wine.

"This glass is to our graduated friend Percy Weasley."

Percy had a smile on his face, after being out working for a while he also gained a little maturity that he didn't have at school.

During this gathering, they each talked about their own topics.

Information about the situation of each school, and some complaints about work.

As they talked, the topic finally came to the Triwizard Tournament.

As Barty Crouch's assistant, Percy knew a lot of inside information.

Malfoy drank a few glasses of wine, burped and asked John, "John, are you going to the competition?"

The three qualified people at the party all stopped what they were doing. They looked at John with brilliance in their eyes, a desire to compete with him, and an eagerness to try.

John took a sip of his drink, shook his head and chuckled, "I'm not going to end up like that."

The three were a little disappointed. They had no doubt that John could cross Dumbledore's age limit.

Whether it was Fleur, Heinrich, or Cedric, they, no, the Star Society had confidence in John.

The party is over.

The next day is Saturday.

Those students who used to like to sleep in got up very actively this time.

There were at least twenty people gathered in the lobby.

They were all examining the Goblet of Fire carefully.

The three little ones were also here. Seeing this, Ron anxiously asked a third-grade girl, "Has anyone put their name in?"

"Yes, the people from Durmstrang," the girl replied, "I haven't seen anyone sign up for Hogwarts yet."

"Someone must have put our names in while we were asleep last night," said Harry. "That's what I would have done if it were me."

They watched, and loud laughter sounded behind them.

It was Fred and George, and Lee Jordan.

The three of them walked down the stairs excitedly.

"It's done," Fred said proudly to the three little ones, "Just drank it."

He and George suggested using an age enhancer yesterday.

Now I have drunk it.

They were only a few months away from success, and this time they were even more confident.

"I don't think it will necessarily succeed," Hermione said, not optimistically. That was the magic left by Dumbledore. "I'm sure Dumbledore will take this into consideration."

The three ignored her, shaking with excitement.

The Weasley twins took out the parchment with their names written on it, and in full view of everyone, jumped in like diving into the water.

At first they didn't react and just laughed triumphantly.

The next second, the man was flung out and grew the same white hair and gray beard.

The two men sat up, laughed at first, and then couldn't help but start quarreling with each other.

After seeing this, Dumbledore stroked his beard, as if to compare whose was better.

He kindly reminded them that there were already a few idiots like them who had tried to get away with using ageing agents.

Dumbledore went in.

John brought Malfoy over, and when he saw the beard, he couldn't help laughing, but Malfoy laughed directly.

When you walk into the auditorium, it’s already been decorated for Halloween, with bats and pumpkins being the ever-present theme.

They discussed loudly who had thrown the name in.

John didn't care and took the bread and put it in his mouth.

He should be thankful that Daphne went to bed late today because she was drunk. He heard that she was going to prepare Chinese delicacy, pitted cherry dumplings, for him.

There was a loud cheer outside and someone put their name in.

It was Angelina Johnson from Gryffindor and the Chaser on the Quidditch team.

A tall dark-skinned girl.

The three little ones were very happy. Seamus Finnigan said, "Yeah, I'd rather have you than that pretty boy Diggory."

I don't know why, but Gryffindor seems to think that people from other houses shouldn't become warriors.

Hearing this, Malfoy couldn't help but sneer, "Freshman? Cedric can beat you up with one hand. Shouldn't Potter understand this?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he successfully attracted all the hatred.

This is the most hated list of Hogwarts, and the top three are very valuable.

Ron glared at him and yelled, "That's because of the Dementors. You lost to Harry!"

"Yeah, but my team won, didn't they?" Malfoy said with hatred, "Unlike you, who exist to highlight the savior."

"By the way, it was John who drove away the Dementors that day instead of frightening them unconscious." Malfoy spoke with a sharp tongue as if he had learned from Zaun.

"Really? John is so great, but he can't be a warrior!" Ron said without thinking.

After these words were spoken, not only the Slytherins, but everyone else fell silent.

This strange atmosphere made Ron finally realize that his mouth had caused trouble again.

Everyone's eyes were on John. He swallowed the bread slowly and sighed, feeling uneasy even when eating.

He took a sip of water, stood up and walked towards Ron.

This made the Gryffindors feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

...

Chapter 204 The King and the Four Warriors

"Ron, you raise an interesting question."

John walked to the front of the Gryffindor table. Even though there were already more than a dozen people there, they were still nervous when facing John.

Hermione was about to say something, but John held up a hand to stop her.

"Warrior? You have to know that not everyone is like you, enjoying trampling on the rules for fun."

Inside the Great Hall, Dumbledore was sitting in the staff seat. He looked over here without saying a word.

John sighed and said, "Courage does not mean recklessness, and taking risks does not mean overstepping one's bounds."

Ron's face flushed red. He couldn't stand John's tone, which was like he was educating a child.

"Really? But you are destined not to be a warrior, right?" he retorted loudly, as if trying to prove that he was right.

John looked at him quietly, and just when Ron thought he might get a beating, he smiled.

He jokingly said, "So you want to be a warrior?"

"If there wasn't an age limit, I could definitely do it!" Ron has given up hope.

John nodded when he heard this, and then said loudly: "Maybe the people outside should make way."

The people outside didn't know what was happening at first, but after hearing the noise, some came in to watch.

John was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. He looked at Ron and said softly, "I hope you will keep your promise."

He raised his hand and shot into the air.

The photography magic is activated.

"Here comes the Goblet of Fire."

The Goblet of Fire that was originally in the hallway shook violently, and the students who sensed something was wrong moved away.

The next second, the Goblet of Fire flew out as fast as a cannonball.

It fell right into John's hands and was held tightly.

The hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and even Dumbledore was stunned as he watched the scene.

The wooden goblet continued to burn with blue flames. He just held it like that, and the people around him subconsciously made way for him.

John placed the Goblet of Fire in front of Ron. The blue flames rolled, making Ron's face pale.

"Now, you can be your warrior."