Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

In the corner, Filch hurriedly held a large jeweled box, which looked very old.

The students watched in rapt attention, chatting excitedly about what would be inside.

Iger pouted, he knew that it was just a tattered wooden goblet inside.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific items of this year's Warriors competition." Dumbledore said, and Filch beside him carefully placed the big box in Dumbledore's hands. on the table in front of you.

"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 test the warriors' magical talents in different aspects-as well as courage and reasoning ability. Of course, The most important thing is the ability to overcome danger."

The voice fell, and there was no sound in the auditorium.

"As you already know, there will be four warriors participating in the competition this year, each representing a school, and we will grade them according to the quality of each event they complete. After the completion of the three events, the warrior with the highest score The trophy will be won, and the Warriors will be chosen by an impartial selector - the Goblet of Fire."

Saying so, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times. The lid creaked open, and Dumbledore took out a large, rough-cut wooden goblet from inside. , the cup itself is inconspicuous at all, but there is a blue-white flame dancing inside.

Forest blue, pure white, two holy tones are intertwined and intertwined. The Goblet of Fire, which originally looked full of earthworms, suddenly became mysterious and tall under the reflection of this magic fire.

"Every student who wants to be a warrior must write his name and school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet." Dumbledore said.

"Those who are willing to become warriors can sign up within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, which is Christmas night, the Goblet will select the names of the four students it thinks best represent the four schools. Tonight, Goblet The mug is placed in the foyer and is accessible to all students who wish to run.”

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the election that the hegemony competition is not a child's play. Although we have decided to cancel the age limit, please do not participate rashly. Once a warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he will We must persevere to the end, whoever puts their name into the Goblet of Fire, once selected, will actually form a magical contract that must be abided by. Therefore, please think twice, figure out what you really want, and then put Names in the Goblet of Fire. Well, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed, and I wish you all a good night."

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"Although you have made it clear that

But we still want to try…”

At night, in the Gryffindor lounge, the twins surrounded Iger eagerly, and Fred was full of excitement.

Sighing leisurely, Iger shook his head helplessly: "I didn't hit you, you might really die."

"Can you tell me about the boss?" George sneaked up to Iger's side.

"Move your tits... your brains..." Iger rolled his eyes, almost revealing his true nature...

"Didn't you find anything interesting today?"

The twins looked at each other: "Beauxbaton's beauty?"

"Sh*t..." Iger's mouth twitched, and then he lowered his voice: "Before Beauxbaton came?"

"You mean..." Fred finally remembered something, and made a soft mouth shape: "Fire dragon?"

Iger snorted softly, leaned back in the chair, neither admitted nor denied.

The twins looked at each other, looking a little struggling.

"Now...do you still want to participate?" Iger folded his arms leisurely and looked at the two leisurely.

"Oh, didn't I just say it before..." George laughed awkwardly: "It doesn't matter whether you participate or not, the main thing is that we are not people who want to show off..."

Iger: "..."

This person can really say anything when he is shameless...

In all fairness, Iger really doesn't want the twins to participate in the competition. Both of them have good strengths and have the possibility of being selected. If there is a lack of an arm or a leg, Iger really has no way to tell Weasley The couple confessed.

Although I am the referee in the game, what if?

In case there is something too late to rescue, Iger will definitely regret it for the rest of his life...

Where can I find these two researchers of magic tricks?

"Actually, what I want to know is why Viktor is so hostile to Iger?" Not far away, Harry swayed over with a cup of hot cocoa: "You know, this is more dangerous than provoking a fire dragon..."

"Didn't you ask him?" Hermione frowned, looking very disgusted with Krum's attitude towards Iger.

"Not yet..." Harry shrugged: "According to Iger's words, the revolutionary friendship is indestructible. We are on the same front. I don't want to get too close to him at this stage."

"I have an idea!" Fred gave a thumbs up. "To be honest, that guy looks stupid."

After the voice fell, the door of the lounge opened, and a group of kids rushed in, accompanied by bursts of cheers.

"What happened?" Several people looked over curiously, and a group of boys walked in surrounded by Ron.

Ron's face was flushed red, but accompanied by a trace of pride, he watched the crowd and coughed gently: "I just... put my name in..."

There was an awkward silence...

"Oh..." Iger casually picked up the glass of whiskey in his hand and took a sip.

"Oh..." The twins began to tease the little things in the magic trick shop to themselves.

"Oh..." Hermione and You Mengyu lowered their heads and wrote their homework again.

Only Harry was stunned, and then he grinned: "Really? That's great, how do you feel?"

"Wait, wait..." Ron pressed Harry's shoulder, turned his head to look at the crowd, with a wonderful expression on his face: "Don't you guys have any thoughts?"

Iger raised his eyelids, what should I say?

emmm...sad?

Not quite right?

"No, no... We think it's good to be happy about this kind of thing, and you can't choose anyway..." Fred shrugged freely.

Hermione and Youmengyu didn't raise their heads, and they seemed to have the same idea.

"Ro... Luo..."

There was a voice that made people feel sick. From a distance, Lavender hurriedly pushed through the crowd and hugged Ron: "Are you okay? How are you? I heard you signed up, right?"

"Oh... you are really..." Lavender looked at Ron excitedly, then picked up Ron's head and kissed him fiercely under the strange eyes of everyone...

"Ugh... Ou Ou!" The twins originally wanted to retch, but quickly changed their posture, and turned into booing and cheering, and the surroundings were suddenly noisy.

"I'm going to throw up..." Iger muttered softly with black lines all over his face, and for a moment he even felt as if he was possessed by Snape.

"It feels...not bad." Ron grinned, not knowing whether he was talking about signing up or kissing...