A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the Goblet of Fire became the focus of all eyes. Nearly every wizard of competing age eagerly signed up, and together with guests from two other magic schools, they gathered around the Goblet of Fire, eagerly awaiting the final results.

Seamus glanced at the little badgers, and their discussion was full of expectations for Cedric.

"Everyone in Hufflepuff is talking about Digory." Seamus glanced at him, with a hint of contempt in his tone: "But in my opinion, he probably won't risk getting hurt by his stupid appearance."

"Hahaha, if he breaks his face, all the Hufflepuff witches will probably cry." Dean echoed in a low voice, with a hint of malice in his laughter: "Anyway, as long as it's not Slytherin in the end. Just represent us.”

Just then, Hagrid and Madame Maxime walked into the auditorium, followed closely by the Beauxbatons students. Draco saw that Hagrid was wearing a suit and had his hair trimmed. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, wondering if he had seen it wrong.

"Roger, am I dazzled?" He asked loudly, "Did that stupid big man really get a haircut?"

"That's right, I also put on perfume... ugh..." Rogge was saying when he suddenly smelled the strange smell of rotten fish and shrimp mixed with cologne in the air.

He suddenly felt blinded and hurriedly walked aside, trying to avoid the terrifying biochemical attack.

Everyone present could tell that Hagrid was in love. His gaze always stayed on the tall giantess next to him, an undisguised look full of admiration.

Some upperclassmen muttered to themselves: "If Hagrid dated that giantess, would Hagrid be crushed to death?"

Durmstrang's team followed sparsely behind. In fact, except for Krum, Principal Karkaroff specifically ordered other students not to participate in the registration. Before the Goblet of Fire announced the champions, Durmstrang’s players had been determined early.

Karkaroff looked around vigilantly, but did not find the figure that frightened him: Grindelwald. When he learned from Snape that Professor Green had left Hogwarts, he suddenly felt relieved.

"Roger, will the warrior representing Hogwarts be from our college?" Draco asked reluctantly, with a hint of expectation in his voice.

Rogge shook his head and broke his illusion with a firm tone: "No, because there are stronger players from other colleges."

"Cedric?" Daphne asked hurriedly, "In the past two days, the girls in the school have gone crazy saying that he will become a warrior of Hogwarts."

"If they are Hufflepuff wizards, it's not unacceptable." Draco said helplessly, "Anyway, as long as they are not Gryffindor. Let them represent us, Slytherin. Just this idea makes people uncomfortable. .”

Tonight's dinner was more sumptuous than at the beginning of school, but the students had no intention of tasting the delicacies on their plates. Their eyes turned to the teachers' table, hoping that Dumbledore would eat quickly so that everyone could know who was the warrior chosen by the Goblet of Fire as soon as possible.

Fleur's eyes passed through the crowd and landed on Rogge. She looked at the long Slytherin table and wondered why they looked dull. Roger noticed her gaze, smiled and raised the juice in his hand to greet her.

"Okay, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision." Dumbledore put down the glass and cleared his throat: "It's estimated that there is still one minute. Listen, when the names of the warriors are announced, I hope they walk to the auditorium Top. Then, walk past the staff table and into the next room."

Everyone looked at the wooden door behind the teacher's desk, wondering what it looked like and what it was used for.

Dumbledore smiled as he answered the mystery, "They will receive relevant guidance there."

He took out his wand and waved it widely. Suddenly, hundreds of candles high in the sky were instantly extinguished, and the entire auditorium fell into darkness.

At this moment, the Goblet of Fire emitted a dazzling light. The blue-white flames spurted out countless sparks, and the light was so dazzling that it almost made people cry. However, everyone is watching closely and waiting...

After a brief silence, the flame in the goblet turned red. A raging tongue of fire leaped into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out of the flames. Everyone in the auditorium held their breath involuntarily.

Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away so that he could read the writing with the help of the flames behind him.

"Durmstrang's champion," he announced in a simple but decisive tone, "Victor Krum."

Applause and cheers immediately broke out in the auditorium, and Krum stood up confidently and walked towards Dumbledore. Then, he followed the procedure and walked along the staff table into the next room.

With Krum gone, everyone's attention is once again focused on the Goblet of Fire. After a few seconds, the blue-white flames turned red again, and a second piece of parchment jumped out of the flames.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons." Dumbledore looked at them and announced: "Fleur Delacour."

Immediately, the two Beauxbatons witches held their heads and cried. They didn't expect that the Goblet of Fire would choose Fleur.

"She should have Veela blood." Neville said suddenly, and Hermione looked at him curiously.

He immediately explained: "Vela's hair is silver, and so is her hair color. I met Veela at the World Cup and chatted with them."

Hermione nodded slightly, guessing that Neville must have been seduced by the Veela's beauty.

Fleur looked back at the other witches and inadvertently glanced in the direction of Rogge. With a sweet smile on her lips, she calmly walked into the next room.

"It's our turn!" Draco muttered, "As long as it's not Gryffindor."

Before the students present could think too much, the light of the Goblet of Fire turned fiery red again, and Dumbledore quickly and accurately caught the third piece of parchment that flew out.

"The Champion of Hogwarts." He gradually raised his voice and announced loudly: "Cedric Diggory!"

"Oh!" The little badgers jumped up immediately, and their cheers were almost deafening, filling the entire auditorium.

The Slytherin and Ravenclaw students also applauded, although they may not be as enthusiastic as they seemed. Only the Gryffindor students seemed a little cold, even frustrated.

After all, Gryffindor's coat of arms is a majestic lion, symbolizing bravery and fearlessness, and students are proud of it. They had no idea that the Goblet of Fire would not choose their own house, but Hufflepuff, which was usually relatively low-key and often ignored.

This result shocked and disappointed them, and some students even believed that they would be more accepting if their old rival Slytherin was selected.

After a while, the noise in the auditorium finally subsided. Dumbledore said happily: "Great, now our three warriors have been selected. However, in the end, only one person can be recorded in history. And he will lift the championship trophy: the Triwizard Champions Cup!"

On the wooden platform, the trophy made of large crystals shone with an alluring light. Snape next to him looked at Dumbledore's back with a puzzled look on his face and slowly walked down.

At this moment, the originally calm blue-white flames in the Goblet of Fire are gradually turning red, and it seems that a new warrior is about to be announced. Everyone in the auditorium noticed the unusual changes in the Goblet of Fire. The originally noisy sound disappeared and was replaced by dead silence.

"The fourth warrior." Rogge's whisper echoed in the silent auditorium, which seemed particularly harsh.

Dumbledore frowned, and he slowly walked towards the Goblet of Fire, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Then, the fourth piece of parchment was really sprayed out by the red fire snake, spinning and falling. Dumbledore quickly grabbed it and glanced at Rogge subconsciously.

Then, he read out the name above in confusion: "Harry Potter?"

The name echoed in the auditorium, like a heavy slap on the face of the competition organizer. Even if there is no age limit, Goblet of Fire should not spit out the name of the fourth contestant.

Dumbledore's first reaction was: "Is there something wrong with the Goblet of Fire?"

However, this is not the most important question now. Because according to tradition, once the Goblet of Fire spits out the parchment, it means that the opponent must complete the game in accordance with the contract.

Harry sat there blankly, swearing he never put his name into it. His mind went blank and he felt that he must be dreaming. "Or maybe I heard it wrong?" he thought in self-deception.

Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads and looked at him curiously. Most people's eyes were full of anger and confusion, except for the Weasley twins who asked in a playful tone how to cheat the age line.

Harry heard nothing, not even Dumbledore's angry voice. He only felt countless bees flying around him, his head felt dizzy, and the whole world was spinning.

"Harry Potter!!!" Dumbledore roared again, his voice echoing in the auditorium.

The students had never seen the principal so angry, and even Rogge put away his taunting words. Lupine quickly ran over and led Harry to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore held the burnt parchment in his hand and stared into Harry's eyes. Harry stood blankly in front of the principal and took the name from the smoke in a dull manner.

He looked carefully in disbelief and saw that it actually said: Harry Potter.

"I...I didn't put my name in." Harry said with some confusion, "I don't have it."

"Okay...go to that door, Harry." Dumbledore's tone was mixed with helplessness. There was no smile on his usually kind face at the moment, only deep worry and seriousness.

Harry walked past the staff tables, and every professor stared at him in shock. He felt that everyone's eyes were focused on him, and it felt like he was walking through a road of judgment. Harry stared blankly at the wooden door, feeling as if his hands were made of lead as he pushed it open stiffly.

There was a portrait of the wizard hanging in the room, and a fire was burning brightly in the fireplace opposite, and the jumping firelight illuminated the entire room. As he entered, the faces in the portraits all turned to stare at him. They were whispering to each other, as if discussing why Harry became a warrior.

"You should go back and rest." Dumbledore raised his hand to stop Karkaroff's condemnation, then turned and walked to the next room.

Draco gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Scarhead must have cheated, otherwise, how could he have put his name in the poll? The school should expel him."

"Expulsion is unlikely, but their college points should be deducted." Daphne added with a pout.

Rogge did not express an opinion, but left the auditorium calmly. He secretly sighed in his heart: "Thank God, Grindelwald didn't put my name in it."

"Why him? Harry is not 17 years old yet!" Someone protested dissatisfied.

"You are cheating at Hogwarts!" the Durmstrang students shouted, "Two challengers, how shameless!"

"Who cheated? That was Harry's own doing and had nothing to do with us!"

The atmosphere in the auditorium instantly became tense, and the two groups soon started arguing. If it weren't for the prefects maintaining order, they might have started a duel using magic.

The Slytherin and Ravenclaw students seemed indifferent to the quarrel and went back to rest. For them, the Triwizard Tournament has nothing to do with them.

As for Harry Potter's illegal participation in the competition, it is not big news to them. After all, Harry was able to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team in his first year, and now it doesn't seem so abnormal to throw his name into the Goblet of Fire.

As for the Hufflepuff students, they felt as if they had eaten shit. The glory of the Warriors should have belonged to their academy, but in the end there was an extra Harry Potter.

"Two warriors? Humph!" Hufflepuff didn't care about this kind of title at all. In their eyes, Harry Potter must be coveting the honor of the Triwizard Cup, so he would do such a thing.

This idea took root in their minds, and they felt that Harry's behavior had tarnished the integrity of the game.

The atmosphere in the entire auditorium became extremely tense, with quarrels and noises happening one after another. Everyone expressed their own opinions and emotions, and the sound of criticism even penetrated the walls and reached the next room.

Harry stood uneasy in the room, feeling out of place with Krum, Cedric, and Fleur. Especially compared to the three of them, he looked as thin as a sapling, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"Harry, are you also chosen by the Goblet of Fire?" Krum stared at him in surprise, and when Harry nodded, a bright smile appeared on his face.

"I knew you could do it." He clenched his fist excitedly and hit Harry's shoulder hard like an old friend: "We can have a good fight this time, and I will never lose to you again!"

Harry looked embarrassed and hurriedly explained: "I didn't put my name in, I swear to Merlin!" There was a hint of urgency in his voice, hoping that Krum would understand his innocence.

At this moment, Principal Dumbledore and his party rushed into the room, and the small space was instantly filled to the brim. Madame Maxime voiced her displeasure with her thunderous roar, clearly shocked and angry at the presence of two contestants at Hogwarts.

"If I had known we could do this, I would have brought more students!" She shouted unwillingly.

However, the choice of the Goblet of Fire was doomed, and Harry was burdened with the contract of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, he can only become the fourth warrior and join the others in the competition.

This sudden change made Harry feel at a loss, but he also knew that he had to face this challenge, no matter what the result.

"The rules cannot be changed." Fudge came to the final conclusion at Dumbledore's request. This also means that there will be four players in the Triwizard Tournament.

At this time, Harry's mood had changed from fear to joy. Even though the Triwizard Tournament means greater danger to him, he still has the opportunity to defeat others and gain victory and honor.