Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The auditorium illuminated by candlelight was already full of people.

The Goblet of Fire had been moved and was no longer in the foyer. Harry hadn't seen it when they arrived just now. It was now placed in front of the chair in front of the professor's desk.

After everyone was seated, three weird guys appeared at the front door of the auditorium.

They were dressed in Hogwarts uniforms, but their faces were covered by scarves.

They sneaked like thieves to sit at the Gryffindor table and took off their scarves, but their chins were still rounded and their white beards were faintly visible.

The three of them are George, Fred, and Jordan.

"What's the matter, didn't you say that you shouldn't be called out these two days?" Someone deliberately joked.

George said seriously: "If you don't witness such a big scene with your own eyes, it will be a great loss. And..."

He looked at the delicacies that began to appear on the table, picked up a chicken leg, took a bite, and said, "It's delicious."

Tonight's Halloween dinner seems to be taking a lot longer than usual. Although the sumptuous dishes prepared today are more delicate, everyone still feels that their appetites are not strong.

People in the auditorium kept looking up, with anxious expressions on every face. Everyone fidgets.

It seems that the Ministry of Magic is very busy today, and Dumbledore came in a hurry when the dinner was halfway through.

Dumbledore also knew how much the students below were looking forward to. He ate something quickly and stood up.

With a wave of the magic wand, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the voice in the auditorium suddenly rose.

They know it's about to start.

Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on both sides of Dumbledore looked equally nervous and expectant.

Ludo Bagman seemed a little disappointed. He must be thinking that if Minister Dumbledore couldn't come, he would be the one to preside over the ceremony tonight.

Dumbledore took his wand and waved it again.

Immediately, except for those candles in the jack-o-lantern, all the other candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a semi-dark state.

The Goblet of Fire emitted a dazzling light,

It was brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames bursting out sparks were even a little dazzling.

Dumbledore said: "The last moment has come, there is one minute left, and the warriors will be selected. Please pay attention to the warriors who have been selected. After you are selected, please go to the front of the auditorium and walk along the staff table , enter the room next door, see? You will get some relevant guidance on the game there."

Dumbledore pointed to a hidden door at the back of the Great Hall.

Everyone nervously watched the changes in the Goblet of Fire.

Time is up!

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned crimson, and sparks sputtered out. Immediately afterwards, a tongue of flame shot into the air, and a piece of charred parchment flew out from it, and all the people in the auditorium held their breath.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment, adjusted his reading glasses, held the piece of paper far away, and read the name on it clearly.

Hermione said: "I never knew that Dumbledore was farsighted."

Under the effect of the "Loud Voice" spell, Dumbledore's voice clearly spread throughout the auditorium: "Durmstrang's warrior, Viktor Krum."

At this time, applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium. Viktor Krum stood up from the Slytherin table. He first glanced at the Gryffindor position, hoping to see Hermione cheering for him, but his plan fell through.

He turned to the right helplessly, walked forward along the staff desk, and entered the next room through that door.

Ron was yelling: "Look, I told you a long time ago that Viktor Krum will definitely be selected, he is the best.!"

Ron didn't notice that many people looked at him a little unkindly.

They cheer for the game, not for someone.

Dean frowned and said, "Ron, do you want Durmstrang to win the Triwister Cup?"

"Eh..." Ron smiled shyly.

After a warrior was selected, everyone became more anxious, and those who had signed up were even more nervous.

The applause and chatter died down, and now everyone's attention was once again on the Goblet of Fire.

Ravenclaw location.

Fleur Delacour was so nervous that her hands on the table were clenched so tightly that they turned white.

Zhang Qiu put her hand on the smooth back of Fleur Delacour's hand, and comforted softly: "Don't be nervous."

Fu Rong inexplicably relaxed.

She let out a breath and said, "Thank you, I'm much better."

Zhang Qiu asked: "If you are not selected students, what should you do? Do you want to go back to school?"

Zhang Qiu wanted Fu Rong to think about this first, so that even if she was not selected by then, she wouldn't be too sad.

Fu Rong said, "I heard..."

Before he finished speaking, the flames turned red again, and the second piece of parchment flew out of the cup under the impetus of the flames.

Dumbledore looked around and said loudly, "Fleur Delacour, champion of Beauxbatons!"

The auditorium began to roar again.

Fu Rong's beautiful eyes widened: "It's me, it's me."

Zhang Qiu smiled and said, "Congratulations, Delacour."

Fu Rong gave Zhang Qiu a strong hug and said excitedly, "Thank you."

Zhang Qiu said, "Thank you for what I did, well, it's time for you to go."

Fleur stood up, only remaining graceful, she flicked her shiny silver hair, I don't know how many wizards' hearts were touched, she walked lightly from the table between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor walk over.

Zhang Qiu's smile dissipated, and he frowned slightly: "It seems that Hermione is right, she really has Veela blood, I almost wanted to kiss her just now."

"But it has nothing to do with me." Zhang Qiu wrinkled her cute little nose and thought.

When Fu Rong walked to a certain place, she seemed to pause slightly, with the corners of her mouth raised, showing a smug smile, and left with a "hum".

The Gryffindor area was a little boiling.

"See, my wife just smiled at me."

"You're crazy, that's obviously my wife."

The students who were not selected by Beauxbaton were very sad, and two of the girls buried their heads in their arms, crying profusely.

After Fu Rong also entered the next room, the auditorium became quiet again, and the excitement was the strongest at this time.

There is only one man left, the Hogwarts champion.

"I hope it's Angelina Johnson."

"I hope it's Gnaius Vidal."

"Is it just me wishing it was Harry Potter, he can beat even the Dark Lord."

At this moment, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks sputtered, tongues of flame shot high into the air, and from the tip of the flames Dumbledore drew a third piece of burnt, charred paper.

Dumbledore said loudly: "Hogwarts, Harry Potter!"

The cheers were the most enthusiastic at this time. Although Harry usually treats people coldly, they still hope that there will be a powerful person to represent Hogwarts.

The cheers from Hagrid on the professor's desk were deafening, Dumbledore had a bright smile on his face, and Snape was grinding his teeth, guessing he was very angry.

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