Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

"what is that?"

Ginny on the side pointed to a bowl of stew and asked, British food does not have such soupy things, and wizards who have never tasted other countries' food are indeed very interested in it.

"French fish soup." Hermione poured a bowl in front of her, "I had it when I went to France the year before last. It's French food and it tastes pretty good."

After hearing what Hermione said, each of them tried to drink a spoonful. Only Ron was not interested in the fishy fish soup.

The auditorium seemed more crowded than usual, even though there were only about twenty more people.

The Beauxbatons students had exposed their school uniforms, showing a sky-blue scene, while Durmstrang on the other side was wearing a blood-red robe.

About twenty minutes after the start, Hagrid slipped in from the foyer. His hands were bandaged and his face looked a little unhappy.

"What happened to his hand?" Harry asked Ron beside him.

"I'm afraid it's not the rattlesnails." Ron stuffed a piece of black pudding into his mouth, "It seems he has found food for them."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, the door behind him was opened again, and Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman entered one after another.

The two of them walked past the long table where students ate, and sat in the two seats vacated by the faculty.

Mr. Crouch looked serious, and he followed several professors and principals by nodding and saying hello to each other.

Louis looked at Barty Crouch. At this time, he did not look like he had been cast by the Imperius Curse.

But Ludo Bagman, who was standing aside, trembled all over when he looked up and saw Louis. A chilly feeling rushed straight to the back of his head, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

It seems that the punishment really had a big impact on him.

The dishes on the table were gradually cleared, and the students' emotions began to rise. Even the Beauxbatons students started chatting with the Ravenclaw group.

At the staff table, Karkaroff chatted with Ludo Bagman and recommended his own special drink to the former Quidditch star. Bagman shook his hand at him, and Karkaroff sighed.

In one breath, he poured a little of the liquid in his bottle into his drink and drank it all.

This action was completely seen by Louis. Although he didn't know what kind of person Karkaroff was, he ignored Crouch next to him, and instead was so enthusiastic about Bagman who was one seat away.

This made Louis feel a little abnormal.

He had previously ruled out Moody's suspicion through the Marauder's Map, but he had not had time to confirm these new outsiders to Hogwarts. Barty Crouch Jr. might exist among any of them, even Bartik.

Rauch and Ludo Bagman.

When everyone had almost finished eating, Dumbledore stood up from his seat again.

The students all looked at Dumbledore with expectant expressions, as did Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

"Ah, the moment is finally coming," Dumbledore said. "Before I announce the start of the game and that thing comes in, I still have to explain this year's Triwizard Tournament."

"What does he want to get?" Harry asked curiously, but no one except Louis seemed to know.

"Of course, these are just some steps to participate, but before that we would like to welcome Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sports and Sports."

There was sparse applause under the stage, and no one paid attention to the two of them. They were more looking forward to what Dumbledore would say next.

"It's that old liar, has his hand healed?" Fred and George said sarcastically when they saw Ludo Bagman.

They were still bitter about what Bagman did that day.

"In the past few months, Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have made full preparations for the Triwizard Tournament. There are three events in the competition, which will test the participants' courage, strength and ability to deal with danger."

Just as Dumbledore was speaking, the administrator Filch had already placed a large box on the table.

The students held their breath and listened carefully. Except for Dumbledore's voice, there was no other noise in the entire auditorium.

"You all already know that there will be a total of three contestants participating in this Triwizard Tournament, and we will call them warriors." Dumbledore paused, "Each school will select a warrior to be their own.

Schools compete for honors, and we will judge them based on the completion and performance of each project. After the three projects are completed, the one with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup."

"And for every warrior, we will use this fair and selfless selector, the Goblet of Fire!"

The box slowly popped open with a rattle. Dumbledore reached inside and pulled out a huge wooden goblet, and then suddenly a forest-blue flame ignited in the goblet.

He placed the Goblet of Fire in front so that the students could observe it more intuitively.

The Goblet of Fire itself is a magic item full of magical power. Its function is to identify who is qualified to participate in the competition. It contains a strong name magic, and the quality is judged based on the name inserted into the piece of paper.

Name magic is not unfamiliar to Louis, it exists in the Marauder's Map.

"Every student who wants and is eligible to participate can put a note with his or her name on it into the Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore continued, "Within twenty-four hours before the results are announced, the Goblet of Fire will be made public.

Open, that is, tomorrow night, it will select the three most qualified people as warriors."

"Of course, students under the age of seventeen are not allowed to write their names. I will draw an age line outside the Goblet of Fire."

"Finally, I would like to remind everyone that

This competition is not just for casual participation. Once selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she must continue the competition to the end. Because after putting the name into the cup, a binding magical contract will naturally be formed. Once done,

Players cannot change their minds once they win. Therefore, before throwing your name into the cup, you must consider whether you are really ready to fight wholeheartedly. Well, I think it's time for everyone to rest. I wish you a good night."

I don’t know how many students listened to Dumbledore’s last words. Anyway, everyone was discussing registration when they left the auditorium.

"Age line, age line, George, is there any other way we can let us in?" After leaving the door, Fred was still unwilling to give in. Although there was a reminder from Louis a month ago, the temptation was greater than the warning.

"Don't think about it, Fred, I feel like there won't be any chance for those under 17 years old." Hermione retorted, "We haven't learned enough, and have you forgotten Louis' reminder?"

"Of course not, but actually Louis himself wants to participate." Fred shook his head, "right, Louis..."

"I have no interest in participating in this competition." Louis waved his hands. In fact, he would rather stay as far away from this competition as possible.

Who wants to compete with Fleur Delacour, Victor Krum and Cedric Diggory? Of course he knows how dangerous these three events are. Although he is confident that he can win the first place, the thought of

He felt a headache as soon as he touched the Triwizard Cup and had to face Voldemort's resurrection alone.

"Well, what about the others? I don't believe you are not interested in this game." Fred asked the remaining three boys reluctantly.

Harry, Ron and Colin all expressed their interest. This is what most of the young wizards at Hogwarts think, at least the boys think so.