Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Chapter 174 Please Call Me Potter (Leader resigns for CK, 440)

"Harry Potter?" The silver-haired witch quickly calmed down, she nodded and smiled, "You are better than the rumors, let me introduce, I am Fleur Delacour, you can call me"

"I'm not interested in your name," interrupted Harry, "and right now, it's not your job to introduce yourself."

There was a playful smile on Furong's face: "Then what should I do, shall I have a kiss with you?"

"Sorry." Harry said simply.

Fu Rong was stunned, with some surprise in her eyes.

Your own charm is not working? Is this little boy really so straight?

She thought it was a flirtatious way unique to people in Great Britain. After all, grandma said that people in Great Britain are a bit old-fashioned.

"Apologize." Harry spoke again, a faint magic welled up in his eyes, and he waved his hand lightly.

Axii Sign!

Fleur was in a daze, and bowed to Ron to apologize: "I'm sorry sir, I shouldn't"

She woke up quickly: "Soundless and wandless spells, can you do this?"

Harry said nothing.

Fleur soon smiled coquettishly again, and walked across from Harry. She didn't use magic this time, and her appearance was enough to receive preferential treatment. She easily persuaded the two little lions to give up their positions: "Mr. Potter, you are so interesting." gone."

"Can I get to know you now?"

Hermione gritted her teeth: "Are all Beauxbaton's students so familiar?"

"French women have always been famous for their straightforwardness." Fleur casually glanced at Hermione. She was also a very beautiful girl, but she was still young and her figure was far from her own, so she did not pose a threat. "Most of Beauxbaton's warriors are me, you Should it be the Hogwarts warrior?"

"Ms. Maxim has specifically told you many times that Mr. Dumbledore specifically set the rule that outstanding students under the age of seventeen can compete with the professor's permission."

Harry said indifferently: "It's not yet time for the dust to settle."

"You have no confidence in yourself?" Furong pressed her every step of the way.

Hermione answered for him: "Harry can see the brilliance of others in his eyes, and he won't be so arrogant that he thinks he is the best and sprinkles his charm like a peacock."

"Why not attractive?" Furong smiled slightly, playing with her hair, "A charming woman who is willing to show off her charm is the most attractive. Miss, what's your name?"

"Granger." Hermione's tone was colder than Harry's.

Fu Rong sighed in disappointment: "Is there only one surname? I really hope to be able to call you by your first name."

Ron stupidly continued: "My name is Ron Weasley, you can call me Ron."

"Or little Ronnie," Fred interjected suddenly, "that's the most endearing term."

"George!" Ron grinned.

"He's Fred," Harry kindly reminded.

Furong covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "You guys are so funny, can I be your friend?" When she said it was you, her eyes stayed on Harry.

Hermione wondered how to speak.

Harry tapped lightly on the table: "My suggestion is to shut up, Mr. Dumbledore is going to talk."

On the teacher's table, Maxim and Karkaroff had already taken their seats, the latter was sitting next to Snape, only Dumbledore was still standing.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." Dumbledore greeted with a smile.

Nearly Headless Nick soars high, playing with his Nearly Headless head.

"Oh, yes, there are also ghosts." Dumbledore nodded kindly, "and distinguished guests from afar!"

"I think everyone didn't have dinner, so I won't talk nonsense, let's have dinner!"

After speaking, he immediately sat down.

Food also popped up on the plate, some less common dishes that only Ron, or some Hufflepuffs who are good at eating, can order in the kitchen.

Fleur looked at Dumbledore in surprise: "Is he always so brief?"

Ron nodded: "Mr. Dumbledore has never liked to talk too much before eating."

Fu Rong picked up the knife and fork, a little at a loss. It was a great opportunity just now, but it was interrupted by Dumbledore's two incomprehensible words. If you miss that moment, it will be difficult to say those words again.

Hermione shook her head and hummed a little tune she had learned from the Sorting Hat.

Let Fu Rong grit her teeth.

In the first round of confrontation, he had the advantage, but in the end he lost.

"Harry, I heard that you cut off one of the professor's arms last semester?" Fleur asked casually.

"Please call me Potter." Harry responded, "And, Beauxbatons likes to listen to rumors?"

"That professor is missing an arm." Fleur looked up at Snape.

Snape was very keen, and almost immediately caught Fleur's gaze, sharp and malicious.

Fu Rong shivered: "That professor of yours is a bit fierce."

"You should be glad you're not a Hogwarts student." Hermione snickered.

Fu Rong gave a puzzled "hmm" and said, "Why?"

"Professor Snape is a very good master of potions." Hermione subconsciously imitated Harry's cold tone, "He strives for excellence in potions, and you happen to be the type he likes to scold the most."

The smell of gunpowder between the two of them was a bit strong.

Except for Ron who was immersed in the food, the little wizards around felt that something was wrong.

You come and go, and their verbal confrontation is sharp.

Fleur lost the wind.

Although her words were considered sharp, she was far inferior to Hermione who had been nurtured by Harry and Snape.

Neville looked at Fleur pitifully.

Do you have to compare your tongue with the little lioness of Gryffindor?

The dinner lasted more than an hour, and they also attacked each other for an hour.

Wait for the last dessert to be removed.

Dumbledore stood up again: "Everyone is full? Then we should talk about business. This exciting moment has finally arrived."

"After more than a century, the Triwizard Tournament is finally about to start again. I think I have to explain a few words before bringing in the cup."

"But before I explain the program of events for this whole school year, I have the honor to introduce two guests from the Ministry of Magic."

With a wave of his hand, he pointed at a person, and that person also stood up immediately: "Mr. Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, he made great contributions to the re-opening of the Trifinals."

Ludo greeted them happily.

Dumbledore then pointed to another person: "I think everyone has heard the regrettable news that Mr. Barty Crouch, the Director of the International Cooperation Department of our Ministry of Magic, passed away unexpectedly, so the Ministry of Magic sent Dorothy Madam Rhys Umbridge to take her place"

"It's the Senior Deputy Minister of Magic, Professor Dumbledore." The short woman in a pink coat with a wide, open jaw stood up and interrupted Dumbledore's words in a shrill voice. .

Dumbledore paused, glanced at her, and then continued: "The Ministry of Magic has sent Ms. Dolores Umbridge, Senior Deputy Minister, to take over the duties of Mr. Barty Crouch."

"The two of them will form the referee team for the Triwizard Tournament together with the principals of our three schools, and will make the most fair referee for each warrior."

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and the arrangement in front of the teacher's table flew away, revealing an open space. He tapped again, and a square podium emerged out of thin air.

"The Ministry of Magic has made a lot of preparations for the Triwizard Tournament. Throughout the school year, the warriors will experience three events to test their abilities in different aspects, such as magic, combat, reasoning, and courage."

The Gryffindors burst into laughter.

The students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons don't know why.

These few words, each of which corresponds to Harry.

Dumbledore also smiled: "As for the selection of warriors you are most concerned about, it is not selected by professors or students, but by the most impartial magic item. Mr. Filch, bring the box up."

Filch excitedly dragged a wooden box inlaid with jewels and showing signs of antiquity, and gently placed it on the podium.

Dumbledore walked over, raised his wand, and tapped three times on the lid of the wooden box.

crunch--

The wooden box was opened with difficulty, and then stretched up, surging and turned into a high platform, holding a rough wooden cup and standing up, with a faint blue-white flame dancing in the cup.

"This magic item is the Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore continued to introduce, "Every student who wants to become a warrior can send a note with his name and the name of his school attached to it within 24 hours. Throw it into the Goblet of Fire, and tomorrow night, it will select the students it thinks best represent the three schools to become warriors."

"It will always be there and all students will have access to it."

The students of the three schools are eager to try.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the white thread shook from the tip of the wand, forming a circle around the podium: "I know you have been preparing for two months, but I still have to emphasize it again."

"The Triwizard Tournament is not a child's play. I hope you can think carefully before putting your name on it."

"And students under the age of seventeen cannot put in the slip. I have cast a spell to ensure that students under the age of seventeen cannot pass. Those students who have the permission of the dean should not panic. I will not break my promise and put my slip of paper Get ready, the professor will deliver it for you."

"Think about it now, or make good preparations. Once the name is delivered, the contract will be reached, and there is no chance of regretting it."

"Okay, it's late now, everyone should take a rest, after all, we still have twenty-four hours, don't we?"

Durmstrang's students stood up almost immediately. They took out the notes they had prepared long ago, walked to the Goblet of Fire, led by Krum, and threw the notes representing their names into the Goblet of Fire one by one.

Fleur also stood up: "Harry, do you want to join us?"

"Please call me Potter," Harry emphasized again.

Hermione was expressionless: "Harry is only fourteen years old, but he's not as old as seventeen."

Furong's face froze, and after a while, she smiled sweetly: "Miss Granger, seventeen is the most beautiful and beautiful puberty."

She rushed to the Goblet of Fire without any hesitation, and threw in the note.

Professor McGonagall was afraid that Harry would go back on his word, got up holding the three notes, walked to the Goblet of Fire, and couldn't wait to throw the three notes.

You don't need to read the name on the note, all the little wizards in Hogwarts know whose name is written on it.

George, Fred, and Harry Potter.

On the long Hufflepuff table, Cedric took a deep breath. He originally planned to deliver his name tomorrow morning, but

He glanced back at Harry deeply.

He took out the parchment and quill, wrote down his name, carefully tore it off, walked to the Goblet of Fire with heavy steps, and firmly threw out the note.

Even though he knew the chances were slim, he still wanted to try.

Hufflepuff was not without courage.

Today is also a success day by day! ! ! !

I work hard to pay off my debts! ! !

Ask for a monthly ticket, super loud~