Harry Potter and the Old Ones

When the banquet came to an end, a huge object was carried to the banquet hall and placed directly in front of the teachers' seats.

"The moment has finally come." Dumbledore stood up and said cheerfully, smiling at the sullen faces, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start, but before the official start, I want to explain a few words-- "

"—I'm going to explain our program of activities for this school year. But first, allow me to introduce two guests, as there are still people who don't know them, this is Mr. Bartty Crouch, Director of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic."

——There was sparse applause in the auditorium.

"This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Ministry of Magic's Sports Department."

The applause was much louder for Bagman than for Mr. Crouch, perhaps because of his lesser fame as a hitter, or perhaps just because he looked so much kinder. He waved his hand happily in thanks.

When introducing Barty Crouch's name just now, Crouch neither smiled nor waved, but nodded indifferently, even as a greeting.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued. "They will join me, Professor Karkaroff and Mark Mrs Sim, together, formed a jury 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 he smiled slightly and said:

"Mr Crouch and Mr Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific events of this year's Warriors game, and they have made many necessary arrangements for each event, three events in total, at different times throughout the school year. Go ahead, and they will test warriors in many different ways...their talents in magic! Their guts and their reasoning abilities, and, of course, their ability to overcome danger."

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

"You already know that there will be three warriors participating in the competition." Dumbledore continued calmly, "representing one participating school. We will grade them according to the quality of their completion of each competition project. After the three projects are over, The Warriors with the most points will win the Trifecta, and the Warriors are picked by a fair picker, and it's the Goblet of Fire."

Having said that, Dumbledore waved his hand, and waved at the huge box placed in front of the teacher's bench——

The lid creaked open slowly, like a pagoda, and the smaller boxes rose from the big box layer by layer, until finally—

From within rose a heavy, crudely carved stone cup.

The cup itself is inconspicuous, but a blue-white flame dances inside.

"Every student who wants to run for a warrior must write his name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet." Dumbledore said loudly, "Anyone who wants to become a warrior can be a warrior at twenty. Sign up within four hours. Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the Goblet will choose the names of three students it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, the Goblet will be in the foyer for anyone willing to participate The students who are campaigning can have access to it.”

"In order to avoid the temptation of underage students," said Dumbledore, "when the goblet is in the hall, I will draw an age line around it. No one under the age of seventeen can cross this line. boundaries."

"Finally, I would like to remind every classmate who is going to participate in the campaign to pay attention that this competition is not a child's play. Don't participate rashly. Once a warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must stick to the game to the end. Your name in the cup is actually a magical contract that must be followed. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. Therefore, please think twice and find out that you really want to participate in the game with all your heart and mind. Put the name in the glass again. Well, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night everyone."

"Age Boundary!" Fred Weasley said on the way to the dormitory, his eyes twinkling, "That's easy to do, you can be fooled by ageing agents, isn't it? As long as your name is in that Cup, you can laugh happily, it can't tell who is seventeen and who is less than seventeen!"

By this time the students all walked through the auditorium towards the two doors leading to the foyer.

"But I don't think anyone under seventeen can win," said Hermione. "We haven't learned enough—"

"That's about yourself," said George impatiently. "You'd fight for it too, wouldn't you, Tierra?"

"That's a thousand Galleons reward!" Fred said again.

"I, oh no, I—" Tiera said as she walked, but suddenly—

Tiera was stunned.

Because just now, just now.

Tiera suddenly felt someone or something passing through this crowded corridor.

Tierra paused, but then quickened her pace—

Also stop looking around.

I don't know why, just when Tiera wanted to look around, his mental fence that had completed seven layers seemed to be in jeopardy at that moment.

So Tiera restrained her curiosity and prepared to leave here quickly.

"Where is he?" said Ron quizzically. "Dumbledore didn't say where Durmstrang's representatives slept, did he?"

Ron didn't listen to a word of their words, and just searched for Krum in the crowd.

Yet his question was answered almost immediately—

They saw Karkaroff hurrying up to his students.

"Okay, go back to the boat," he said. "How are you feeling, Viktor? Are you full? Shall I send some warm wine from the galley?"

Harry saw Krum shake his head and put the fur cloak back on.

"Professor, I'd like to drink some wine," said another Durmstrang boy salivating.

"I didn't ask you, Polyac," said Karkaroff sternly--

His fatherly gentle expression vanished in an instant. "I noticed you dripping food on the front of your robe again, you nasty boy—"

Karkaroff turned and led his students towards the door, which happened to be there at the same time as Tiera, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Harry stopped and let Karkaroff go first.

"Thank you," Karkaroff said casually, glancing at Harry.

Suddenly, Karkaroff was completely stunned.

He turned his head back to Harry, staring at him ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ as if not believing his eyes.

Durmstrang's students followed behind the Headmaster, but also stopped, Karkaroff's eyes slowly moved to Harry's face, fixed on the scar.

Durmstrang's students also looked at Harry curiously. From the corner of his eyes, Harry could see the expressions of understanding on the faces of several people.

The boy with the soup dripping on his chest poked a white-haired girl next to him and pointed at Harry's forehead unabashedly.

"Come on, Karkaroff!" At this time, Mrs. Rosie pushed Karkaroff and said impatiently, "What is there to see about a little boy who has defeated the terrorists in the village? Voldemort is not affected by this. If you kill a kid, you will be fooled to death yourself, don't stand in the way!"

"Oh... yes, yes, Mrs. Rosie." Karkaroff said in an instant like a deflated ball, and then continued to walk outside the gate without looking back.

The other Durmstrang students followed, but they all looked at Harry curiously—

Especially the two white-haired girls, one looked curious and the other looked at Harry with disdain.