Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Chapter 344 The Goblet of Fire Begins!

"Hahahaha... quack quack quack..." Harry let out a strange laugh.

He couldn't help it.

Hermione wanted to laugh too, but not because of Ron, but because Harry was teasing Fleur Delacour.

She said angrily: "Harry, why are you teasing her, she is a guest after all."

Harry said: "No one will ask her to ask. What do you think of her? She is bossy."

Hermione said suddenly, "But, she's pretty, isn't she? Hogwarts doesn't have many like this. Look at the place where the silver-haired girl walked, how many boys turned their heads and looked at her like idiots." with her!"

Harry pretended to be stupid and said in a daze: "Ah, is there? It's very ordinary, okay, don't you think there is a girl who is as good-looking as her sitting next to her?"

Hermione looked, and it was clearly Zhang Qiu sitting next to her.

...

Furong was full of anger.

She looked enviously and jealously at a Ravenclaw girl next to her. That girl had a gentle temperament and was very popular. The girls around her surrounded her, discussing things happily with her as the center.

Furong was not like this. She was confident that she would not lose to anyone in appearance, but she had no friends, and she was always alone at Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

She never understood why this happened.

Zhang Qiu saw that Fu Rong was in a bad mood, she turned around and asked with concern: "Hello, what can you do?"

Obviously this girl looks a few years younger than her, but she has a warm feeling like her mother.

Fu Rong said: "It's nothing, I just met a nasty kid!"

Zhang Qiuruo was thoughtful, just now she saw that Fu Rong seemed to be talking to Harry, and she came back like this...

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On the faculty seat, Ludo Bagman arrived and sat on the other side of Professor Karkaroff.

After the main meal, there was another wave of desserts.

When the golden plates became empty again, Dumbledore stood up.

There was no need to say anything, a kind of excitement and nervousness pervaded the auditorium.

Fred and George leaned forward, staring intently at Dumbledore, praying for some good news that would allow them to take advantage of it.

Dumbledore smiled and said: "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. Let me say a few words first. What I want to say is only three points, each point is divided into eight small points, and each small point has fourteen sections. ..."

"Haha, just kidding." Seeing that the atmosphere was cold, Dumbledore laughed.

The almost frozen auditorium suddenly became chaotic again, filling the air with joy.

"Of course, I still have to say what should be said. First of all, I want to explain that as the Minister of Magic, I can only participate in the opening ceremony and the competition. When the day comes, the specific procedures in the middle will be arranged by this Ludo... Mr Bagman, who is now the Acting Minister of Sports at the Ministry of Magic, is in charge."

Ludo Bagman stood up, took off his hat and bowed.

"Ludo Bagman, Principal McGonagall, Professor Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim together form a referee team to judge every aspect of the Warriors' competition."

When "warrior" was mentioned, the auditorium became quiet, and the students seemed to be listening more attentively.

Dumbledore smiled slightly: "Mr. Bagman has carefully reviewed the specific items of the Warriors' competition this year. There are three items in total, which will be carried out at different times throughout the school year. They will test the Warriors from many different aspects: Magic Their talents in all aspects, their courage and reasoning ability, and their ability to overcome danger..."

Hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, as if everyone had stopped breathing.

"You should already know that three warriors will be selected to participate in the competition, each representing a participating school. The referees will score them according to the quality of each event they complete. After the three events are over, the one with the highest score The Warriors are going to win the Triwizard Cup."

"As for how to fairly select the three warriors... please Ms. Gray.

Helena floated, walked from the door to the front, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels in her hand, but the box looked very old and was about to rot.

The students watched with fascination, talking about what was inside with great interest.

In order to see more clearly, one by one simply stood on the chair and straightened their necks.

This is the picture: goose goose goose, neck bent to the sky song.

Dumbledore took out his new wand, tapped three times on the broken box, and it slowly opened.

Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, rough-hewn wooden goblet.

The cup is very ordinary, as if carved by an apprentice who has just learned woodcarving for three days, it is horrible.

But inside there was a beating blue-white flame burning fiercely.

Dumbledore closed the box and put the cup on the lid so that everyone in the Great Hall could see it clearly.

Dumbledore said quietly: "Every student who wants to be a warrior, just write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet. Sign up within fourteen hours. Tomorrow night, which is the night of Halloween, the Goblet of Fire will select the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools."

Dumbledore's face became serious: "I want to emphasize that this match is not a child's play. Although the safety of the warriors has been taken care of as much as possible, the match is still full of dangers. If you don't pay attention, you will be seriously injured. After all, the match is very important. There must be Yazi who competes, there is no difficulty in the competition, and what is trained is only the flowers in the greenhouse!"

"So wizards under the age of seventeen are not allowed to participate! I will draw an age-restricted circle around the Goblet of Fire, this is for your safety."

Similar words, Principal McGonagall mentioned it at the beginning of school, but unfortunately, it couldn't dissuade some students from thinking about it.

Dumbledore continued: "But there is a saying that if Merlin crucifies a door for you, he will smash a window for you."

"The selection rules are not impersonal. If the magic power can break through another magic I set up, then there is still a chance."

"Okay, the time is almost up, you can go back to rest, and start putting names tomorrow."

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The students all walked through the auditorium and dispersed towards the two doors leading to the foyer.

It can be predicted that no one will sleep tonight.

said Fred Weasley, eyes twinkling: "Age line, that's easy to manage, surely it can be fooled by aging agents, can't it? As long as we can cross that line, it will be a success." No. The Goblet of Fire is not responsible for selecting who is over seventeen and who is under seventeen!"

George hesitated a bit: "But I think it is impossible for people under the age of seventeen to win. We haven't learned enough. What if it is really dangerous?"

Fred stared wide-eyed, as if he didn't know George anymore: "You won't be counseled, will you? No way, we have all the aging agents ready. Be honest, are you someone taking polyjuice potion and pretending to be an impostor? ?”

George slapped away Fred's hand that was wringing his face hard, and said, "Who's afraid, do it."

"That's right," said Fred.

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late at night.

The door of the auditorium was pushed open.

There was silence.

There is only a wooden cup burning with blue flames, reflecting the blue surroundings.

A young figure stood before the Goblet of Fire, his eyes glowing blue and a vicious smile on his lips.

"Harry Potter, I thought for a long time before I came up with this method. You shouldn't be eliminated in the first level."

He threw a small piece of paper into the Goblet of Fire, and the flames shot up and devoured the piece of paper.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie (jie)..." Terrifying laughter echoed in the hall.

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