Joyous Jun's Own Opinion

Slowly, with great grandeur, the great ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight.It looked eerie, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a wreck that had just been salvaged, and the portholes flickered with a dim, misty gleam that looked like ghostly eyes.Finally, with a rumble of splashing water, the big boat came out completely, tossed over the undulating water, and began to head towards the shore of the lake.Moments later, they heard a thud, an iron anchor dropped into the shallow water, and then another thud, a plank on the shore.

The people on the boat were going ashore, and the students on the shore could clearly see their silhouettes as they passed the lights of the portholes.

They were all tall and tall, and all wore a kind of fur cloak with matted fur.But the man who led them to the castle wore a different kind of fur: silver and soft and smooth, much like his hair.

"Rodolphus Lestrange!" whispered the name of the person in front of him, and seeing the elegant noble man in front of him, Dumbledore realized that the situation might be worse than he thought Much worse.

"See you for a long time, Professor Dumbledore, and your lord." Rodolphs bowed and said.

"It's been a long time, Rodolphus. I didn't expect you to become the headmaster of Durmstrand. It seems that Karkaroff has unfortunately died." Dumbledore secretly held the Elder Wand, Among Slante's students, he saw many members of the Yellow Lantern Corps.

"No, Karkaroff is very good. After all, he is still needed now. But my student seems to have a bit of a cold, don't you mind if we go in and warm up now?" Rodolphus looked at the Hogwarts castle, his eyes contained With a trace of nostalgia.

Durmstrang's students followed Strange closely into the auditorium, a young man with a striking aquiline nose and two thick and black eyebrows attracted almost everyone's attention

"Look! That's Krum! Victor Krum!"

A student wanted to scream, but was covered by the students behind him.Because Harry's impassive emerald green eyes just passed them.

Keenly, Harry sensed something was wrong. He looked at the inadvertently revealed rings on some people's hands, and a terrible desire surged in his heart.

"Is this the power of color? It looks delicious." Harry whispered.

Ron Weasley, who was next to him, walked away from Harry with some fear, but at this time Emma patted Harry on the shoulder. At this time, Emma was already a student of Ravenclaw. As far as I'm concerned, it's easy enough to cram in a student who looks like it already exists.

"Hey, Scarhead, what's the matter?" Emma asked.

"Nothing." Harry's eyes remained indifferent, but there was a smile on his mouth.

"The darkest night covers the sky and the sun, one ebbs and the other grows and swallows the darkness. Cut your heart and soul to death, and the undead will return to the black hand!" A long voice sounded in Harry's heart, but no one knew... ..

Chapter 32 Goblet of Fire

The students of Durmstrang looked up with interest at the dark, star-studded ceiling as they took off their students' fur cloaks.Two of the students also picked up the golden plates and goblets and held them carefully, obviously very interested.

Rodolphs looked at this familiar scene with nostalgia in his eyes, and some Death Eaters hidden in Durmsrant also had the same feelings as Rodolphs, because in Hogwarts, they spent Their teenage years were either beautiful or painful.But there is no doubt that it is unforgettable.

Unlike the warm atmosphere among the Hogwarts students, Demsrant and Beauxbatons were not very warm, or even friendly.And this uneasy atmosphere was more among the professors, Madam Maxim looked at Dumbledore, hoping that he could expel these Death Eaters.

But Dumbledore did not respond. This was his tacit understanding with Voldemort, dragging wizards from other colleges and even countries into the water. This battle is expanding, and no one will be spared.

And Li Luo looked at the crowd with a smile in his eyes.

The dinner party is over, in the hall.

"The moment has come at last," said Dumbledore, smiling into a drawn face. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I want to explain a few words before bringing things in."

"I want 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. Barty Crouch, the Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic." In the auditorium There were sparse applause. "This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Sports and Sports at the Ministry of Magic."

The applause was much louder for Bagman than for Mr. Crouch, perhaps because of his minor fame as a hitter, or simply because he was much more genial in appearance.

Batty nodded in greeting, his eyes seemed to be searching for something, and then he finally saw a resentful look, he looked at the person hidden in the black robe, and showed a rather forced smile.

"Mr Bagman and Mr Crouch have worked tirelessly over the past few months to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," continued Dumbledore, "and they will join me, the Professor and Madame Maxime , forming a panel of judges to judge the efforts of the Warriors."

As soon as they heard the word "warrior", the students seemed to be more attentive.Dumbledore also seemed to notice their sudden silence, and saw him smile slightly, and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring the box up."

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.

"Is this the gatekeeper of the school? Then you are really pitiful. You have to face this withered face every day." Fleur commented on Filch, obviously there is no such look in Beauxbatons. Watchmen.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific events for this year's Warriors' competition," said Dumbledore—as Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him, "they Much of the necessary arrangement was also made for each of the projects. There are three projects, taking place at different times throughout the school year, which will test the warriors in many different ways...their prowess in magic—their guts 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 competing," Dumbledore continued calmly, "representing one participating school. We will rate them according to the quality of each event they complete, and when the three events are over, The Warriors with the most points will win the Trifecta. The Warriors are selected by a fair picker, and it's the Goblet of Fire."

Having said this, Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped three times on the lid of the box.The lid creaked open slowly.Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, rough-hewn wooden goblet.The cup itself was inconspicuous, but it was full of bluish-white flames throbbing inside.

Dumbledore closed the box and placed 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 name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," said Dumbledore. Sign up inside. Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the Goblet will select the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, the Goblet will be in the foyer for all All the students have access to it.”

"Earlier, I had already discussed with Mrs. Maxim and Mr. Lestarange. For low-grade students who are younger than 17 but have strong strength, set a limit based on age. Magic is unrealistic and unfair. This magic is meaningless to capable students. They can show breakthroughs in abilities that do not match their age. In fact, the Goblet of Fire also has a strong ability to discriminate and select the most powerful students. A warrior who fits the bill.”

"However, if we don't impose any restrictions, maybe all the students in our Hogwarts school will try to throw notes into the Goblet of Fire. This is not fair to the two schools that came to Hogwarts from thousands of miles away." Deng Bullido blinked his blue eyes and smiled.

"So after some negotiation, we came up with a solution in which students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang could put their names on it if they wanted to. I believe the two principals brought All of them are the elites of their schools, while the students of our school need to be 17 years old to be eligible to accept the choice of the Goblet of Fire."

Madam Maxim and Rodolphs on the side nodded in approval.

Then there was mourning at the table where some of the younger students at Hogwarts had gathered.

But Harry looked at the darkly burning Goblet of Fire and smiled unconsciously, because he had some ways to break through that setting. Although Dumbledore's magic is powerful, since he is not facing Dumbledore himself chance of success.

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ps: A small climax is coming soon. After the Triwizard Tournament, there will be very interesting things happening.

Chapter 33 Harry's Ambition

In contrast, senior students are much more excited, and the new regulations are very beneficial to them.

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the election that this competition is not a child's play. Don't take part in it rashly. Once a warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must persist in the competition to the end. Whoever puts himself Putting your name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be kept. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. Therefore, please think twice and make sure that you really want to participate in the competition. Throw the name into the cup again. Well, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night everyone." Dumbledore announced the closing words.

The next day was Halloween, which also happened to be a Saturday. Early in the morning, the Goblet of Fire was already full of students.

"Come on!" Some students cheered for the students who were trying to challenge, and some of them were watching enthusiastically with cups full of milk and bread in their hands.