The Bard at Hogwarts

Hogwarts, Dinner Hall.

Filch also had his highlight moment.

Under everyone's gaze, the castle administrator carefully placed the box in his arms on the table of the guest of honor, then bowed slightly and bowed before quietly leaving.

"I know that many people are curious about how to select three warriors, but what I want to say is that the entire selection process will be conducted by the most fair selectors..."

When Dumbledore said this, he paused for a moment, then took out the wand in his hand and tapped the gorgeous box three times.

The box is like a wax statue under high temperature, melting and dissipating little by little.

A simple and inconspicuous goblet appeared in front of everyone.

"Fair selection! The warriors from the three schools will be fairly selected by the Goblet of Fire!"

"Now the Goblet of Fire is lit! The Triwizard Tournament is irreversible at this moment!"

"boom!"

As Dumbledore finished speaking, the Goblet of Fire suddenly rose into blue-white flames, bright and brilliant flames.

"Those who want to participate, or are interested in participating in the Triwizard Tournament, please write your name and school on parchment after the banquet and throw it into the Goblet of Fire."

"To this end, I will give you twenty-four hours to think about it. The Goblet of Fire will be placed in the hall tonight..."

Having said this, Dumbledore looked around at all the little wizards in the auditorium, his blue eyes full of seriousness and prudence.

"Finally, I have to remind everyone that once your name is chosen by the Goblet of Fire, there will be no retreat and no regrets!"

No one dared to ignore what the greatest white wizard of the twentieth century said in a serious state. Even the most noisy students, including George and Fred, behaved very well.

Dumbledore seemed to want this effect. He glanced at everyone again, and then spoke slowly:

"If you are lucky enough to become a warrior, you will form an unbreakable contract with the Goblet of Fire. All warriors must stick to it to the end, unless you die midway!"

The word 'death' made everyone in the auditorium sit upright. At this moment, not only the young wizards of Hogwarts, including Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, but also the students of the three schools showed thoughtful expressions.

Ino's eyes were also flashing with thoughts, but he was thinking about something different from the original story. The 17-year-old age limit was removed.

Logically speaking, this is normal. As a high-level alchemical artifact, it is impossible for the Goblet of Fire to elect a representative who is not worthy of its name. If this is the case, the hundreds of years of history of the Triwizard Tournament will be a joke.

In the original story, age and responsibility are mostly just excuses.

If a first-year wizard is selected, it only means that the overall strength of this first-year wizard exceeds that of everyone in Hogwarts.

If you don't send this little wizard to play, and replace it with someone else, it may be the real irresponsibility of disregarding human life.

After all, Goblet of Fire selection is fair.

…

The age limit was removed, which was a small change in the story.

However, after this change, Ino thought of all the previous conjectures.

Peeling off the cocoon and pulling out the thread, everything in the original story seems to have really happened under the eyes of the old principal.

Using age limits to fish, using castle portraits to monitor, and then sitting back and watching little Barty manipulate the Goblet of Fire, everything was done to save Harry, or to let Voldemort personally remove his remaining soul.

However, the black swan event was finally born, and the wise man made a mistake in his thoughts and was encountered by Dumbledore.

Cedric, unexpected death.

In fact, no matter how careful the plan is, there will always be loopholes, just like the time turner and the magic stone, man-made ones are always incomplete.

But as the principal, Dumbledore's love for the castle and students may exceed many people's imagination.

Probably, this matter was the last straw that broke the camel's back when it came to Dumbledore, because he could have prevented all of this, if at the beginning...

Maybe it was the trigger of this incident that caused the old principal's spiritual defense to go wrong. The guilt and sadness that had been suppressed emerged, causing him to touch the Resurrection Stone regardless.

…

at the same time.

While Ino was lost in thought, Dumbledore had already started talking about related matters.

Three levels, five judges giving fair scores, and about glory and bonuses.

Glory and bonus, as Dumbledore finished speaking, the entire auditorium became excited, especially the slightly depressing atmosphere just now was completely swept away.

Gryffindor table.

"Harry! A thousand galleons! That's a whole thousand galleons! Merlin's socks, how heavy they are together..."

Ron was so excited that he couldn't breathe. He was so eager to have his own vault.

Bill and Charlie have jobs, Percy is visibly respectable even though he is interning, and George and Fred are even more unimaginably wealthy...

Ron knew them too well and could give them two Galleons in pocket money. Based on a conservative estimate, he felt that George and Fred had at least two thousand Galleons in savings.

When we break it down, he is the poorest in the entire Weasley family, and even Ginny is richer than him.

In the past, it didn't matter if the whole family was poor, but now he was the only one poor. The contrast was heartbreaking.

In fact, it was not just Ron. Most of the young wizards present were very excited, except for a few who looked calm.

One thousand Galleons is a huge sum of money for many people, even many families.

…

In the guest of honor seat.

Dumbledore let the students play for a few minutes, and then stretched out his hands and pressed down in the air.

When the sound in the hall gradually quieted down, he slowly said:

"Okay! I have said what I should say, and the rest of the time is up to you! Before leaving, I still have to say one last thing, the decision of the Goblet of Fire cannot be changed!"

As Dumbledore finished speaking, the professors and foreign guests also left the hall one after another, especially the two powerful directors of the Ministry of Magic, who left the hall decisively.

Interestingly, old Barty Crouch looked pale as if he had lost too much blood, and even almost fell to the ground when he left.

Fortunately, no one paid attention to the guest of honor seat now, and everyone's attention was on the Goblet of Fire.

...

As the adults left, the atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became lively.

The chattering discussion was so loud that if the ceiling had not been cast with magic, it would have almost been overturned by the sound.

Ino smiled at the scene in front of him. This was the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in his mind, a castle full of laughter.

He tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and a cup of freshly squeezed grass juice appeared in front of him. The power given by the castle was displayed at this moment.

As soon as he picked up the cup, Ino heard a lame greeting in his ear.

"Hello! That day... your performance was great!" Krum had a faint smile on his face.

He had recognized the person in front of him a long time ago. The song with a distinct rhythm in the World Cup game was still fresh in his memory.

"Thank you! Your Quidditch is also very good." In the face of friendly communication, Ino also responded in a friendly way.

After a short communication, Krum sat down. In fact, he wanted to say hello yesterday, but he didn't have the opportunity and didn't meet anyone during the day today.

"Are you going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? I think you can easily become a champion of Hogwarts."