I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Durmstrang's episode passed quickly, and Karkaroff also knew that he was in the wrong. In addition, with the two principals standing on the opposite side of him, he was unreasonable in this matter, so he had no position. Go play against the other two principals.

Therefore, Karkaroff had no choice but to give repeated orders to the Durmstrang students to be more honest in Hogwarts.

Of course, Durmstrang's classmates would not have any objections. The fate was in the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey had to worry a lot about those unlucky ones.

Louis also felt a little sorry. He specifically asked Dumbledore to provide Madam Pomfrey with more benefits - yes, he felt sorry because he thought it would be tiring for Madam Pomfrey to take care of these rotten garlics.

In this way, Catherine's illustrious reputation is known to everyone from Ireland to Che... to Rosia. Whenever Durmstrang's classmates see Catherine, they subconsciously avoid it and have the courage to do so. The little one couldn't even stretch his legs and made swaying movements, like a mouse seeing a cat.

The Beauxbatons classmate who was molested, Fleur Delacour, also became friends with Catherine after that incident. Occasionally, she could still see Catherine coaching her in magic spells when she was fine.

The days passed by, and soon came the selection ceremony for the Triwizard Tournament on Halloween.

There is still a banquet to be held before the official announcement of the start of selection. Even in this country where the food is not satisfactory, there are still some food and drink activities in large-scale occasions.

Right, who doesn’t eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year?

Twenty minutes into the banquet, Hagrid slipped into the auditorium through a door behind the staff table. He sat on a seat at the end of the table and raised a bandaged hand to wave to someone he knew.

"How about the Blast-Ended Skrewt? Hagrid?" Harry asked loudly.

Hagrid happily replied loudly: "It's growing well!"

"Yeah, I knew that was the case as soon as I guessed it." Ron complained in a low voice: "Look at the bandages on his hands, family, maybe Hagrid's fingers are the secret to feeding snails - how? Why didn't he provide Hagrid's finger when he asked us to feed the snails?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and moved his five fingers flexibly: "Fingers...ha!"

"Keep your voice down, Ron." Louis reminded him from behind: "Be careful if Hagrid hears it and treats you to rock biscuits."

Ron showed a look of disgust: "Well, I won't say anything anymore. Let Hagrid enjoy things like rock biscuits slowly."

As he spoke, he glanced at Fleur sitting next to Catherine.

At this time, Fu Rong also turned around, saw the small basin in front of him, and lightly opened her red lips: "Excuse me, do you still want to eat this basin of mixed fish soup?"

Fleur is indeed very good-looking. Her silver hair flows down to her waist like a waterfall and looks extremely smooth. Her pair of bright blue eyes are captivating and make Ron, a little pervert, a little obsessed. Dizzy.

"You eat." Harry didn't look at Fleur's face just now. He just heard what Fleur said and picked up the basin of soup and handed it to Fleur.

"Thank you, you are such a good person." Fleur smiled sweetly. Good guy, Harry was also distracted for a moment.

But he's not that kind - well, he's only a little interested in Zhang Qiu, and he doesn't seem to appreciate Fleur. At the same time, he saw his good friend Ron's embarrassment and quickly elbowed him Fight Ron.

"Come back to your senses Ron, and Hermione got angry in a moment!" Harry whispered.

Ron came back to his senses and whispered: "He is a Veela...definitely a Veela!"

"Definitely not!" Hermione was obviously angry, and she said in a snarky tone: "Save it for yourself, Ronald, I didn't see anyone staring at her like an idiot!"

Therefore, people usually speak without thinking when they are extremely angry. Hermione was obviously angry and spoke without thinking. When Fleur smiled, many boys around her were dumbfounded. Staring at her was much worse than Ron.

Yes, that one guy, Justin Finch-Fletchley, stuck a spoon up his nose.

"Look at Justin Finch-Fletchley, what kind of look is this?" Louis looked at Justin on the Hufflepuff seat and whispered to Catherine: "It's quite unique? When did you learn to eat with your nose? ?”

Catherine noticed Justin's demeanor and chuckled.

"I was just charmed, Hermione, you have to believe me!" Ron explained to Hermione in a low voice: "Okay, I only have your heart in my heart, Hermione, you have to believe me!"

Hermione rolled her eyes but said nothing.

"Louis, please explain to me quickly..." Ron was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Old God Louis spread out a spoonful of buttered mashed potatoes with a spoon, and asked with a chuckle: "Explain what? Explain that you want me to help you find a little maid as beautiful as Christasa? I'm looking for you. Once you and Hermione break up, I will make arrangements for you immediately!"

Hermione became angry all of a sudden. She stood up and looked at Ron angrily: "Ronald! You bastard!"

Now her violent outburst attracted the attention of most people in the auditorium. Hermione felt a little embarrassed on her face and walked away angrily.

Ron's face dropped, and just as he was about to catch up, he was pulled back by Lewis.

"Let her calm down for a while. Even if you catch up now, it will be useless. It may make things worse. I mean, you don't want to be beaten up by Hermione with a magic spell, right?" Louis said with a smile.

Ron was a little restless. He wanted to comfort Hermione, but he was afraid of being hung up and beaten. He glanced at Louis complainingly: "Oh Louis, you said you had nothing to do and you were talking nonsense..."

"I really think so, Ron," Louis said with a wink. At this time, he noticed Hermione walking back and said to Ron with a smile: "Hermione's temper is so bad. I see you suffer every day." , just to help you, do you just want to be dealt with and controlled by her every day?"

Ron, who didn't notice Hermione's return, immediately retorted without thinking: "Bah! I like this! Being controlled by Hermione is a blessing! What do you know!"

Louis shook his head at Hermione. Ron noticed his movement and turned around to see Hermione who was laughing through tears.

"I forgive you, Ron." Hermione rushed forward and gave him a real hug.

Ron scratched his paws, not knowing where to put them, and finally patted Hermione on the back: "Okay, Hermione, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I should have figured it out a long time ago. This bastard Louis doesn't have anything nice to say. He must have made it up to lie to me!" Hermione said, turning her head and giving Louis a white look.

"Don't you ask me if it was intentional or accidental?" Lewis asked with a smile.

"You don't need to guess, I know you did it on purpose!" Hermione waved her fist at Louis: "As compensation for this bad behavior, you have to sign my document for the good treatment of house elves!"

"Okay, I'll just sign." Louis spread his hands.

Hermione came prepared. She took out the piece of paper and handed it to Louis.

Without saying a word, Louis used magic to seal his name and added a shining golden star.

"Since you are sincere, I will forgive you!" Hermione proudly raised her chin and said with some pride.

Louis had three full stops in his mind.

"Do you want me to teach her a lesson? Little deer?" Catherine's voice suddenly sounded: "I think she has been a little distracted recently and has forgotten what it feels like to hang an upside-down golden clock."

Hermione immediately turned around and sat upright, as straight as a primary school student.

One thing is better than another. In front of Catherine, Hermione has never dared to raise her head.

After a while, the main course was removed and replaced with dessert. Louis liked the custard very much. The cold, sweet and rich milky flavor made him want to stop.

"Which house elf did this? Check it out." Louis tilted his head and said to Sakuya Izayoi on the right.

Sakuya nodded, took out his notes and wrote them down in his notebook.

Always remember the master's preferences. This is the first rule of the maid's code.

As for where the "Maid Code" came from, it can only be said that it was compiled by our head maid herself. Krisstrasa has been learning this code recently, which is quite painful.

After the dessert was finished, Dumbledore stood up. At the same time, a mood of excitement and nervousness filled the auditorium, and everyone was whispering and guessing what the next show would be.

"The moment has finally arrived," Dumbledore said, smiling at the faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I want to explain a few words to everyone before bringing the box in."

"I want to explain our program of activities this school year, but first please allow me to introduce two guests, because there are still some people who don't know them. This is Mr. Zlatan Lovegood, Acting Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic .”

"That's my dad! That's my dad!" In the Ravenclaw seat, his daughter Akko Lovegood cheered happily.

The seats in Ravenclaw burst into warm applause. After all, Yako is a third-year student of Ravenclaw. To a certain extent, Big Eevee is also one of Ravenclaw's own.

After the warm applause subsided, Dumbledore pointed to the person on the other side and introduced: "This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, the Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic."

The applause to welcome Mr. Bagman was not small. After all, he was once a well-known Quidditch player. The most important thing is that he looks so happy and he seems to be so harmonious. He rarely Some students will hate someone with such a strong and friendly aura.

"In the past few months, Mr. Lovegood and Mr. Bagman have worked hard to arrange the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore paused and continued, "They will work with me, Professor Karkaroff and Mark Together with Mrs. Sim, we formed a panel of judges to judge the efforts of the warriors.”

As soon as they heard the word warrior, the students' atmosphere became solemn, as they all seemed to be looking forward to Dumbledore's subsequent explanation.

He smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

No one noticed that Filch had been lurking in a corner of the auditorium just now. Now he was walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels in his hand. The box looked very old. The classmates watched with rapt attention and discussed with interest.

Colin Creevey's younger brother, Dennis, was the boldest young boy at the freshman sorting ceremony. In order to see more clearly, he simply stood on the chair, but his stature was too small. Even if he stood, The head is not much higher than others.

"The specific events for this year's Warriors competition have been carefully reviewed by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," Dumbledore said.

At this time Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him, "They also made many necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects in total, which are carried out at different times throughout the school year. They will be from many Warriors are tested in different ways - their talent in magic, their courage, their ability to reason - and, of course, their ability to overcome danger."

After hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and it seemed that everyone stopped breathing.

"As you already know, there will be three warriors participating in the competition." Dumbledore continued calmly, "each representing a participating school. We will rate them based on the quality of their completion of each competition event. After the three events are completed, The champion with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup. The one responsible for selecting the champions is an impartial selector, and it is the Goblet of Fire."

Having said this, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times. The lid slowly creaked open. Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a crudely carved wooden goblet. The cup itself was unremarkable, but its cup was filled with dancing blue-white flames.

In order to let everyone in the auditorium see the goblet clearly, Dumbledore closed the box and placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the auditorium could see it clearly.

"Every student who wants to run for the Warriors must write his name and school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet. Twenty-four hours later, at this time tomorrow, we will announce his participation. Candidates for the competition." Dumbledore said, scanning all the students in the auditorium with burning eyes. The blue flames in the goblet danced on his half-moon lenses, "In order to prevent some students who are not old enough from wanting to Sign up for this dangerous event, and when the goblet is in the foyer I'll draw an age line around it that no one under seventeen can cross."

Dumbledore's words were like a stone, stirring up a thousand waves. The most violent one was the Weasley twins. George shouted loudly: "You are distrustful of us! Headmaster!"