I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Durmstrang's episode passed quickly, and Karkaroff knew he was wrong. In addition, the two principals stood opposite him. He didn't take a stand on this matter, so he had no position Go and play against the other two principals.

So Karkaroff had no choice but to make repeated orders to tell the students of Durmstrang to be more honest in Hogwarts.

Of course, Durmstrang's classmates would not have any objections, and the fate was placed in the medical wing. Madam Pomfrey did a lot of hard work for those hapless ones.

Louis also felt a little sorry, he specifically asked Dumbledore to give Madam Pomfrey some benefits—yes, he felt sorry, because he thought it would be tiring for Madam Pomfrey to take care of these rotten garlic.

In this way, everyone knows Catherine's great reputation from Ireland to Che... to Rosia. Whenever Durmstrang's classmates see Catherine's figure, they subconsciously avoid it, and have the courage to avoid it. The little one can't even stretch his legs and swing his legs, just like a mouse seeing a cat.

The molested classmate of Beauxbatons - Fleur Delacour, also became friends with Catherine after that incident, and occasionally she could guide her to spell when she saw Catherine was fine.

The days passed day by day, and soon came the selection ceremony for the Triwizard Tournament on Halloween.

Before the official announcement of the start of selection, there is still a banquet to be held.Even in this country with unsatisfactory food, some eating and drinking activities must be held on large occasions.

Right, who doesn't eat dumplings during Chinese New Year?
Twenty minutes into the banquet, Hagrid slipped into the auditorium through a door behind the staff desks, took a seat at the end of the desk, and waved a bandaged hand to acquaintances.

"How about a snail, Hagrid?" Harry asked loudly.

Hagrid replied happily, loudly: "It's growing well!"

"Yeah, that's what I guessed right away." Ron murmured softly, "Look at the bandages on his hands, folks, maybe Hagrid's fingers are the secret to feeding the snails—why? Didn't he offer Hagrid's finger when he asked us to feed the snails?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, moving his five fingers flexibly: "Finger...ha!"

"Keep your voice down, Ron." Louis reminded behind him: "Be careful that Hagrid will treat you to rock cakes after hearing it."

Ron showed a look of disgust: "Okay, then I won't talk about it, let Hagrid enjoy things like rock cakes slowly."

As he spoke, he glanced at Fleur sitting beside Catherine.

At this time, Fu Rong also turned around, saw the small pot in front of him, and lightly parted her lips: "Please forgive me, do you still eat this pot of miscellaneous fish soup?"

Fleur's appearance is indeed very high. Her silver hair like a waterfall pours down to her waist, which looks abnormally smooth; a pair of bright and energetic blue eyes are captivating, which fascinates Ron, a little pervert. dizzy.

"You can eat." Harry didn't look at Fleur's face just now, he just heard what Fleur said, and he took the pot of soup and handed it to Fleur.

"Thank you, you are such a good person." Fleur smiled sweetly, good guy, this time Harry lost his mind for a moment.

But he's not that kind—well, he's only interested in Zhang Qiu, and he doesn't seem to appreciate Furong either. At the same time, he saw the embarrassment of his good friend Ron, and quickly elbowed Ron.

"Come back to Ron, Hermione will be angry for a while!" Harry whispered.

Only then did Ron come back to his senses, and whispered, "He's a Veela... definitely a Veela!"

"Certainly not!" Hermione was obviously also angry, and she said in a sour tone: "Don't worry about it, Ronald, I don't see anyone staring at her like an idiot!"

Therefore, when people are extremely angry, they generally don't think too much when they speak. Hermione obviously also speaks without thinking when she is impatient. Staring at her was much worse than Ron.

Yes, that one, Justin Finch, put a spoon in his nose.

"Look at Justin Finch, what kind of look is this?" Louis looked at Justin on the Hufflepuff seat, and whispered to Catherine: "It's so unique? When did you learn to eat with your nose?" ?”

Catherine noticed Justin's expression and grinned.

"I'm just charmed, Hermione, you have to trust me!" Ron explained to Hermione in a low voice: "Well, I only have you in my heart, Hermione, you have to trust me!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, but said nothing.

"Louis, please explain to me quickly..." Ron was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

Old God Louis took a spoonful of buttered mashed potatoes with a spoon, and asked with a chuckle, "Explain what? Explain that you want me to help you find a little maid as beautiful as Christasa? I'm looking for it now." I found it, and when you and Hermione break up, I'll arrange it for you immediately!"

Hermione was furious all of a sudden, she stood up and looked at Ron angrily: "Ronald! You bastard!"

Now her rampage attracted the attention of most people in the auditorium, and Hermione felt that her face couldn't hold back, so she left angrily.

Ron frowned, and was about to catch up when he was stopped by Louis.

"Let her calm down for a while, it's useless for you to catch up now, maybe it will make things worse, I said, you don't want to be beaten by Hermione with a spell, do you?" Louis said with a smile.

Ron was a little restless. He wanted to comfort Hermione, but he was afraid of being hung up and beaten. He glanced at Louis complainingly: "Oh Louis, what nonsense you said you were fine..."

"I really think so, Ron," Louis said winkingly. At this time, he noticed Hermione walking back, smiled and said to Ron: "Hermione's temper is too bad, I see you getting angry every day." , is also to help you, do you want to be cleaned up by her every day and controlled by her?"

Ron, who didn't notice Hermione's return, immediately retorted without thinking: "Bah! I like this! Being under Hermione's control is a kind of happiness! What do you know!"

Louis shook his head at Hermione, and Ron noticed his movement, and turned to see Hermione who was smiling through tears.

"Forgive you, Ron." Hermione rushed forward with a real hug.

Ron scratched his paws, not knowing where to put them, and finally patted Hermione on the back: "Okay, Hermione, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I should have figured it out a long time ago, that bastard Louis wouldn't have anything good to say, he must have made it up to lie to me!" Hermione said, turning her head and giving Louis a white look.

"Don't you ask me if I did it on purpose or accidentally?" Louis asked with a smile.

"You don't have to guess, I know you did it on purpose!" Hermione waved her small fist at Louis, "As compensation for this bad behavior, you have to sign my paper for the Ethical Treatment of House-Elfs!"

"Okay, I'll just sign it." Louis spread his hands.

Hermione came prepared, she took out the paper and handed it to Louis.

Without saying a word, Louis printed his name with magic and added a golden star.

"Since you are sincere, I will forgive you!" Hermione raised her chin proudly and said with some pride.

Three periods crossed Louis' mind.

"Do you want me to teach her a lesson? Deer?" Catherine's voice suddenly sounded: "I think she has been a little drifting recently, and she has forgotten what it feels like to hang a fuchsia clock."

Hermione immediately turned around and sat down, sitting upright like a schoolboy.

One thing falls and one thing belongs. In front of Catherine, Hermione has never dared to look up.

After a while, the main course was removed and dessert was replaced. Louis liked the panna cotta very much. The cold, sweet and rich milk flavor made him want to stop.

"Which house elf did this? Check it out." Louis tilted his head and said to Izaya Sakuya on the right.

Sakuya nodded, took out a note and wrote it down in the notebook.

Always keep in mind the master's preferences, this is the first rule of the maid.

As for where the "Maid Rules" came from, it can only be said that our head maid compiled it himself.Christaza is learning this code recently, which is quite miserable.

After the desserts were finished, Dumbledore stood up. At the same time, a feeling of excitement and tension filled the auditorium, and everyone whispered and guessed what the next show would be.

"The moment has finally come," said Dumbledore, smiling at each of the faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I want to explain a few words to everyone before bringing the box in."

"I would like to explain our program of activities for this school year, but first please allow me to introduce two guests, because there are still people who don't know them, this is Mr. Zlatan Lovegood, Acting Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic .”

"That's my daddy! That's my daddy!" cheered his daughter Yakle Lovegood from the Ravenclaw table.

There was warm applause from Ravenclaw's seat. After all, Ake was a third-year student of Ravenclaw. To some extent, Big Ibrahimovic was also Ravenclaw's own person.

After the warm applause dissipated, Dumbledore pointed to the person on the other side and introduced: "This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, the Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic."

The applause to welcome Mr. Bagman was not small, after all, he was once considered a well-known Quidditch player - the most important thing is that he looks so festive, and he looks very friendly, rarely Some students would hate such a person with a strong and friendly aura.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Lovegood and Mr. Bagman have worked hard to arrange the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore continued after a pause, "They will join me, Professor Karkaroff and Mark Mrs. Sim, together, form the panel of judges to judge the efforts of the Warriors."

Upon hearing the word "warrior", the students were in awe, as if they were all looking forward to Dumbledore's follow-up explanation.

He smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

No one noticed that Filch had been lurking in a corner of the Great Hall just now, and now he was walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels that looked very old.The students watched in trance and discussed with great interest.

Colin Creevey's younger brother, Dennis, was the most daring boy at the freshman sorting ceremony. In order to see better, he simply stood on a chair, but he was too small, even standing, The head is not much higher than others.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific items for this year's Warriors competition," Dumbledore said.

At this point Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him, "They also made a lot of necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects, which take place at different times throughout the school year, and they will be drawn from many Warriors are tested in different ways—their prowess in magic, their courage and their powers of reasoning—and, of course, their ability to overcome danger."

Hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and everyone seemed to stop breathing.

"As you already know, there will be three warriors participating in the competition." Dumbledore continued calmly, "representing a participating school. We will grade them according to the quality of each competition item they complete. After the three items are over, The Warrior with the most points wins the Triwizard Cup. The Warriors are chosen by an impartial selector, the Goblet of Fire."

Having said this, Dumbledore drew out his wand and tapped three times on the lid of the box.The lid creaked slowly open.Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a roughly carved wooden goblet. The cup itself was inconspicuous, but its cup was filled with dancing blue and white flames.

In order for everyone in the auditorium to see the goblet clearly, Dumbledore closed the box and put the cup on the lid so that everyone in the auditorium could see it clearly.

"Every student who wants to run for a warrior must write his name and school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet. After 24 hours, at this time tomorrow, we will announce the winners of the competition." Candidates." Dumbledore said, scanning all the students in the auditorium with burning eyes, the blue flame in the goblet danced on his half-moon-shaped lenses, "In order to prevent some underage students from wanting to sign up for the This is a dangerous game, and when the goblet is in the hall I will draw an age line around it, and no one under the age of seventeen will be able to cross that line."

Dumbledore's words were like a stone, stirring up thousands of waves. The twins of the Weasley family were the most violent. George shouted: "You don't trust us! Principal!"