Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 246 The Choice of the Goblet of Fire
Everyone could tell that Crouch was unfriendly to Bree, but Crouch obviously didn't care about the angry looks directed at him. He sat firmly in his seat like an old monk, staring directly at Bree, as if Think about Bree's faults to increase your prestige.

Bree looked at Crouch, slightly unhappy. He had never provoked this gentleman.

"Wow wow wow!"

"Peeves is coming, ah..." Peeves, who was walking through the pumpkins and scaring Ariana, felt as if he was grabbed by a big hand and thrown from the ceiling, hitting Crouch quickly.

"Bang!" Peeves fell like a ball of blue mud. The horrified expression appeared on Peeves' face for just a second before a bright spray of water exploded on Crouch's body. The cold touch made Crouch Qi shivered hard and shivered.

"You!" Crouch raised his wet hand and pointed at Bree, but was met with a puzzled look from Bree.

"Barty, I think you should take care of it first." Dumbledore used a drying spell on Crouch, but this could not calm Crouch's face at all.

"Hmph." Moody sneered on the side, and everyone around him looked at Crouch strangely, who was a solemn man and never lost his sense of proportion.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Karkaroff asked Madam Maxime in a low voice.

Madame Maxime knew a little bit about who made her a fan of Bree. She was angry in her heart, but she still maintained the calmness that a principal should have.

"This should be the arrangement of the Ministry of Magic for Crouch. Who makes the British Minister of Magic be cautious?"

Karkaroff seemed to understand. This may be the Ministry of Magic's suppression of the now famous Bree Ord.

He smiled, his eyes flickered, and he stopped talking, turning to look carefully at this rare joke.

"Huh!" Crouch took a deep breath, sat down angrily, and stopped looking at Bree.

This disappointed some people and made many people angry.

Seeing this, Dumbledore stood up and motioned to Professor McGonagall, who immediately used magic to bring a delicate box from the side.

The box was placed in the middle of the teacher's desk, supported by a tall wooden table.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the box seemed to decompose, breaking into many runes. The runes were intertwined, revealing a trophy inlaid with gems. Under Dumbledore's control, the runes were arranged on the ground. A big circle.

"This is the age limit!" Dumbledore shouted loudly, quieting down the little wizard below who was excited about the appearance of the trophy. Most of the professors on the teacher's bench also sat upright and listened to Dumbledore telling the rules.

"Only those who are 17 years old or older can cross boundaries, write their names on paper, throw them into the Goblet of Fire, and participate in the war for their school after receiving the approval of the Goblet of Fire!"

Dumbledore pointed suddenly, and the trophy instantly burst into flames.

"Oh, the damn age limit!" Some young wizards were dissatisfied. As for Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, they didn't have this trouble, because they were all students who were qualified to compete. This may be why they came to Huoke. The only benefit of Gwartz's participation.

Soon, the banquet was over. It was an imperfect Halloween, but it was also talked about because of its imperfection. Some impatient people had already put their names into it, and Dumbledore will reveal the three warriors who will participate in the battle tomorrow night.

"Brie, have you finished writing your Transfiguration paper?" Draco asked Bree on the way to the kitchen.

"...I don't have a thesis." This was Dumbledore's arrangement, and the other professors also acquiesced.

"Oh, damn..." Draco said sullenly, but when he walked to the kitchen and looked at the house elves who were full of joy and making midnight snacks for them, Draco laughed and said, "Look, what if Granger really gives them freedom, so who is going to make you a midnight snack? You won't be full at the banquet."

Draco laughed.

"Draco, I can ask the flower elf to cook for me. In fact, that's what I did when I was reading in the corner tower." Bree knocked Draco's platinum head to tell the guy to calm down.

Speaking of flower elves, Draco hummed.

"I'm going back first. I still have papers to write."

……

"Found it." Draco rummaged through the things that Bree had left here in the dormitory, and soon found a paper on the bookshelf, and there was Bree's signature on the paper.

"tear…"

……

Late at night, Hogwarts is extremely quiet. Even the cold wind blowing through the corridors can break the silence. However, the portraits that are accustomed to it are all sleeping deeply. As portraits, they also need to rest and absorb magic power to maintain their lives.

So, when a figure walked through the corridor and came to the auditorium hall, no one noticed it.

A piece of paper slowly fell into the Goblet of Fire. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard slight footsteps behind him.

"Phew, look at my Disillusionment Curse." Draco lifted the Disillusionment Curse with a proud look on his face, and then took out a magical snake-shaped necklace from his pocket. The necklace suddenly turned into a long snake, accompanied by It landed, and it arched its long body, stretching the age limit and opening a door for Draco, who was under 17 years old.

Draco stood on tiptoes, threw the note into the Goblet of Fire, quickly picked up the half-used snake-shaped necklace, and left sadly.

"Malfoy?"

Seeing Draco's displeasure, Moody sneered, but before he could finish laughing, his expression froze on his face.

"Boom!" The Goblet of Fire boiled with joy, the sparks kept jumping, and the roar gradually became louder, like a puppy seeing its owner returning home.

Upon seeing this, Moody quickly set up a barrier to prevent the strange appearance from attracting others.

"That's that?" Moody saw the Goblet of Fire holding up the note that Draco had just thrown in with tongues of fire. His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly snatched the note back from the Goblet of Fire's hand, but the note suddenly lost its flames. The Goblet roared like a volcano erupting, and flames rushed towards Moody. Moody quickly raised his wand and used a powerful ignore spell to force the Goblet of Fire to forget Bree's name.

After a long time, the Goblet of Fire stopped struggling.

"Brie Ord..."

Moody frowned slightly as he looked at the delicate, slightly childish font on the note. He didn't think Bree would want to participate in the competition. This might be Draco's own decision.

"You don't need this childish proof." Moody rubbed the note with a trace of struggle in his eyes.

"If your name appeared in the Goblet of Fire, wouldn't it, everything would change..."

Moody's slightly crazy expression slowly calmed down, and he put the note into his pocket. It was better not to throw his name away.

The next day, the Weasley twins handed Bree a potion, and their actions immediately explained the potion's effect.

"Bang... bang!"

George and Fred fell to the ground. Soon their faces were covered with white beards, their hair turned white, and their faces were full of wrinkles. They looked like two little old men.

"You must have put in extra slug tentacles!" Fred punched George in dissatisfaction, and George showed no mercy, shouting that the opponent had added fire to the crab's kidneys, and began to fight back.

The excitement of the Weasley twins made everyone laugh, and the auditorium was filled with cheerful voices for a while.

Cedric, who was standing next to Bree, watched Bree put away the potion and said with some regret: "I thought I could see you growing older in advance, Bree."

"Go to your game, Cedric, I think you will be a warrior." Brie pushed Cedric, and Cedric could only step into the age line calmly and put the paper with his name on it. The stick was thrown in, causing a spark to flash from the Goblet of Fire.

Soon, when night came, Dumbledore also appeared. Next to him stood Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, while Mr. Crouch and Bagman stood on the other side as notaries.

"Then let's get started. The selected warrior will sign a contract with the Goblet of Fire and participate in this unparalleled Triwizard Tournament in the name of the school." Dumbledore said some words as usual before starting to let the Goblet of Fire Spit out the warriors it recognizes.

Soon, the Goblet of Fire began to tremble...

"Victor Krum!"

"Oh!" the wizard from Durmstrang cheered and pushed Krum out.

"Please come to the back, warrior." Dumbledore said with a smile, and then announced the second warrior.

"Fleur Delacour!"

"Wow!" Furong smiled like a flower and walked up gracefully.

After that -

"Cedric Diggory!"

"Digory!" the little wizards of Hogwarts shouted loudly. As the head of Hufflepuff, Professor Sprout smiled and nodded, looking at Cedric proudly.

"What?" Only Draco muttered in confusion. He didn't believe that Cedric could get past Bree, even though Cedric was already 17 years old.

Just when everyone thought it was over, the Goblet of Fire suddenly shook again. This abnormality attracted everyone's attention, but the professors frowned.

Logically speaking, there are only three warriors in the Triwizard Tournament.

"The fourth warrior?" Some young wizards couldn't believe it.

Dumbledore held the note spit out from the Goblet of Fire and murmured: "Harry Potter?"

"Harry Potter!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the confused Harry.

"No, Potter must have cheated, obviously...obviously..."

Draco rushed out, pointed at Harry and said, "How could it be Potter? It should be Bree!"

"what!"

"What happened?" People present looked left and right, unable to distinguish the situation.

"Speak clearly, Malfoy." Snape stood up, suppressing his anger in a low tone, waiting for Draco's explanation.

"I threw Bree's name into it!" Draco said without any hesitation: "Anyway, there was no 17-year-old rule in previous Triwizard Tournaments, was there?"

"No one is more qualified to be a warrior than Bree!"

The wizards at Hogwarts all knew that no one could compare to Bree, and each one looked at Harry suspiciously, making Harry almost unsteady on his feet.

"I...I didn't..."

It's a pity that nothing Harry said was of any use, the matter was a foregone conclusion, and having his name spit out by the Goblet of Fire was the result.

Harry looked at Ron beside him, who also had doubts in his eyes, and felt a chill in his heart. Hermione also had doubts on her face. He glanced around, and the people questioning him were reflected in his eyes...

Harry's pupils trembled slightly, as if he had fallen into darkness.

"This..." Harry did not go to the teacher's bench. He thought that this year would be a peaceful year. Dumbledore would not make arrangements for him and would have nothing to do without him, but it seemed that nothing had changed.

(End of this chapter)