Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"Ding~ding~ding~"

With the sound of Dumbledore tapping the dinner plate lightly, the auditorium was instantly silent.

Everyone in the faculty seats was as nervous as the students in the audience, except for Crouch, the leader of the cooperation department seemed a little uninterested, and to be honest, he was a little bored.

"Okay, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision." Dumbledore got up and came to the Goblet of Fire, "Listen, after a while the names of the warriors are announced, I hope they can walk to the top of the auditorium, and then walk along the staff bench Go to that room over there, where we'll give them an initial orientation later."

After speaking, Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it vigorously.

All the candles were extinguished instantly, and the Goblet of Fire became the only light source, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a semi-dark state.

Suddenly, the light in the Goblet of Fire began to bloom, and the blue-white flames bursting out sparks had even reached a dazzling level.

"Immediately!"

Franklin whispered, and he even deliberately held his breath, as if he was afraid that he would blow out the flame in the Goblet of Fire if he panted too much.

The flames in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red, and a tongue of flame burst out as sparks burst out, and then a half-burnt parchment flew out.

Dumbledore waved lightly, and the parchment obediently flew into his hand.

"The warrior of Durmstrang." Dumbledore made a fool of himself, while Karkaroff was sweating anxiously, "It's Viktor Krum!"

"Huh! I knew it would be him!"

Karkaroff let out a deep breath, clapped his hands and excitedly talked to Snape beside him.

But Snape moved aside in disgust.

At this time, applause and cheers had swept through the entire auditorium. Mike saw Krum stand up from the Slytherin table, listlessly followed Dumbledore's previous instructions, and walked to the next room.

"They don't seem to be surprised at all." Franklin clapped his hands and said to Mike, "I don't understand, if they knew from the beginning that the warrior would be Krum, then why would they come, travel?"

Following Franklin's gaze, Mike saw the Durmstrang students on Slytherin's head.

They seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, and there was no emotion of losing the election at all. After applauding, they continued to bow their heads and eat fiercely.

"I think you may be right." Mike said.

At this time, the second piece of parchment was also pushed out of the Goblet of Fire by the flames.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "it is Fleur Delacour!"

There was another burst of deafening applause and cheers. Amidst the applause, the elf-like girl Furong stood up gracefully, flicked her shiny silver hair, and walked lightly from Ravenclaw and Hutch. Patch walked between.

Where she was originally sitting, those Beauxbaton girls who were not selected all lowered their heads, looking sullen, and some of them even burst into tears.

"Oh! This is the proper reaction!"

Franklin once again voiced his opinion.

But this time, no one had time to respond to him. Now everyone's attention was on the flame quilt. Everyone knew that the next one would be the turn of the Hogwarts warriors!

"boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of flame eruption, another piece of parchment was ejected from the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore held the parchment in his hand, a smile appeared on his face, and then he quickly tightened his expression and said with a serious expression:

"Heroes of Hogwarts,

It's Mike Townley! "

"I knew it! I knew you could do it!"

Penello hugged Mike and said loudly, but Mike couldn't hear what she was saying, and the cheers around him were deafening.

Every Ravenclaw classmate was jumping up and down, screaming, stomping, even Professor Flitwick on the staff seat slammed down the table and said hello, and the microphone next to him Professor Ge was taken aback.

In contrast, Hufflepuff's long table was dead silent, and all the students were very disappointed.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

If they hadn't seen hope, they could still celebrate the winners as usual, but now...

"call!"

Cedric sighed deeply, stretched out his trembling hand and pulled away the classmate who was patting him on the back to comfort him and stood up.

Applauded.

He was clapping hard, loud in the silence of Hufflepuff.

Everyone in Hufflepuff looked at him in surprise, but then, everyone seemed to understand what Cedric meant, and stood up one after another, applauding Mike.

"Hey! Mike!"

Cedric suddenly yelled.

Mike, who was walking towards the next door, heard the sound from this side.

Turned his head away.

"Don't embarrass me! Be sure to win the Tri-Strong Cup!"

Mike smiled, and he held out his thumb, pointing at Cedric!

"Oh, how touching! Cedric!"

Professor Pomona Sprout was wiping her tears with a handkerchief. As the Headmaster of Hufflepuff, she was a little disappointed that Cedric failed to become a warrior, but seeing Cedric's performance at this moment, she still Couldn't help but shed tears.

Dumbledore was also applauding, proud that Hogwarts had two such outstanding students.

"Look at what I said, Cedric cannot become a warrior!"

Ron said triumphantly to Hermione.

However, at this moment, Hermione's eyes were already blurred with tears, and she didn't have the slightest intention to talk to Ron.

"Don't say that, Ron." Harry continued, "As you can see, Harry and Cedric are good friends, and they don't care whoever becomes a warrior."

After saying that, Harry lowered his head.

He didn't even sign up this time.

It's not that he didn't want to, but that Dumbledore refused.

This made him very depressed.

It wasn't that he wanted to be a Hogwarts warrior, he knew that with Mike and Cedric around, he couldn't be chosen as a warrior.

But Dumbledore's behavior still made him very depressed.

When Ron saw this, he immediately realized that it was his words that had affected Harry. He was just about to comfort him, but the light around him suddenly lit up again.

Ron turned around in a daze, and saw a piece of parchment spit out from the Goblet of Fire again.

Dumbledore instinctively reached out to catch the parchment and looked at it.

Then, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, he adjusted the reading glasses on his nose, and moved the parchment a little farther so that he could see it more clearly.

Then he seemed to have finally accepted the fact, and looked at Harry who was far away on the Gryffindor table in surprise with his mouth slightly open, and said:

"Harry Potter."

...

As soon as this remark came out, the entire auditorium was in an uproar.

"Dumbledore! What's going on!"

"Yes, please explain to me why there are two warriors in Hogwarts!?"

Karkaroff and Maxim's faces were clouded, and they immediately stood up and accused Dumbledore.

"Take it easy, both of you, we'll talk about it later." Dumbledore pursed his lips, turned and said to Harry, "Harry, go to the next door first."

Harry still had a dull expression on his face, as if he didn't hear it.

On the contrary, Ron next to him, the excitement was beyond words, he immediately hugged Harry and shouted:

"Harry is a warrior! Harry is a warrior!"

The surrounding Gryffindors reacted and began to cheer.

Surrounded by the crowd, Harry was pushed out.

He walked forward in a daze, his cheeks burning hot.

When he came close to Dumbledore, he turned around and explained eagerly to Dumbledore:

"Professor Dumbledore, I didn't..."

"Okay, you go in first." Dumbledore interrupted him, and pointed to the door not far away, "We'll deal with this later."

Seeing Dumbledore's somewhat serious expression, Harry felt extremely wronged. He tried not to let the tears flow down, turned his head and walked to the next door.

At the same time, in the next room.

"Mike! I knew it would be you!"

Fu Rong hugged Mike enthusiastically and gave him a kiss.

Mike felt that Furong's cheeks were hot, presumably after being selected as a warrior, her mood at the moment must not be as indifferent as she showed before.

"Thank you." After greeting Fleur with a smile, Mike turned his gaze to Krum who lowered his head and said nothing, "Krum, nice to meet you, your match at the Quidditch World Cup very exciting."

Krum raised his head when his name was called, looked at Mike with some surprise, stood up quickly and said in stuttering English:

"Nestumite oil!"

"To be honest, I think you are a very talented Quidditch player." Mike continued, "Are you interested in cooperating with my Los Santos Group? You can come to be our spokesperson."

"Emm, three grams of oil! Three grams of oil!"

Krum had an awkward smile on his face, and Mike understood when he saw this, he didn't understand what he just said at all.

"Okay, just ignore him." Fleur tugged at Mike's arm, "Come on, tell me in detail what happened after you were taken away by the Ministry of Magic that day?"

Mike cast an apologetic look at Krum, and then was pulled away by Fleur.

Krum, on the other hand, exhaled deeply, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat back in his seat.

Mike and Fleur chatted without saying a word, but they kept looking at the door.

His absent-minded appearance was not noticed by Furong. This is not to say that Furong's EQ is low, but because Furong is really a little too nervous at the moment, and now he only cares about talking endlessly. Transfer your own stress.

With a creak, the door was pushed open again, and a dazed Harry finally walked in.

"Oh, they called us over, didn't they?"

Fleur smiled, mistaking Harry for a messenger.

However, Harry didn't speak, but stared blankly at Mike, as if looking at his only life-saving straw.

Tears rolled in his eyes, but he forcibly held back.

Harry really wanted to explain the matter to Mike in one breath, but his throat was so sore [UUReading 00ks], he opened his mouth for a long time before uttering two crying words.

"Mike..."

"Oh, Harry." Mike quickly broke free from Fleur's hand, came to Harry's side, and secretly handed over a handkerchief, "What's wrong with you."

Blocked by Mike's tall figure, neither Krum nor Fleur could see Harry's appearance.

And Harry's tears finally slipped down at this moment.

He took the handkerchief handed over by Mike and wiped it silently, gestured with the other hand in the air, and kept muttering:

"I don't...no...really..."

At this time, the door was opened again, and Ludo Bagman walked in with steady steps.

Harry didn't seem to want them to see him cry, so he wiped his face with a handkerchief.

"Two gentlemen, and this lady. It's unbelievable, but I still want to introduce you." With a smile on his face, Ludo Bagman put his hand on Harry's shoulder and used a Speaking slowly, "This is the fourth warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter."

Ludo specially emphasized the pronunciation when he said Harry's name at the end, as if he was introducing some finale.

Mike took a deep look at Ludo and didn't speak.

And Furong next to her frowned all of a sudden, she tossed her long hair, and said with a sweet smile:

"It's a funny joke, Mr. Bagman."

"A joke?" Bagman repeated, "No, no, no, it's not a joke. The Goblet of Fire chose Harry. Hehehe!"

"This is obviously a mistake. Each school can only have one warrior. Hogwarts already has Mike, so how could there be another Harry?"

"The matter has come to this, ma'am, I advise you to accept the facts." Ludo said meaningfully, "The decision of the Goblet of Fire cannot be questioned by anyone."

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open again, and Dumbledore and a large group of people entered one by one.

"Professor Maxim!" Fu Rong rushed to their principal's side, "They said that this little boy also wants to participate in the competition!"

Hearing that Harry clenched his fists, his red eyes glared at Fleur, obviously angry at the word "little boy".

Ms. Maxim, who was the tallest in the crowd, had her chest undulating violently. She suppressed her anger and said to Dumbledore:

"What the hell is going on, Dumbledore!"

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore." Karkaroff said with a sneer, "Hogwarts has two warriors? I don't remember anyone telling me that the host can have two warriors!"

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to the two people's questioning. He slowly came to Harry and squatted down, looking straight into Harry's eyes and said:

"Harry, I remember I reminded you not to put notes in the Goblet of Fire."

"I didn't!" Harry became anxious all of a sudden, tears appeared in his eyes again, "I swear I didn't, really!"

"Lie!" Snape stood out, "Don't think you can fool everyone! You have been violating school rules since the first grade, and this time you must have used a trick!"

"I do not have!"

Harry's eyes were brimming with blood and were heading towards Snape.

However, he was hugged tightly by Mike on the side.

"Calm down! Harry!" Mike whispered, and then turned his attention to Maxim and Karkaroff, "The decision of the Goblet of Fire is unquestionable, and now you have only two choices, either participate, or Admit defeat and retire!"