The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"Come and take a look at the latest registration list of Hogwarts warriors——"

"Breaking news, Angelina Johnson, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, has just signed up, and Gryffindor Academy has another candidate for the Warriors!"

"Warrington from Slytherin has also signed up. Interested students can bet on him - of course, I don't recommend this option..."

Fred and George were like bees flying around the castle today, selling their bets to everyone they met. This terrifying workload can scare a living person into fainting.

In the entire Hogwarts, only Fred and George can do this.

As students in Gryffindor House, Fred and George also had a tendency to promote alternative warriors. They will give a detailed introduction to the warriors born in Gryffindor, showing that person's shining points. The applicants for Slytherin House simply mentioned the name, and even bluntly stated that they did not recommend betting on the student.

But this marketing strategy didn't work. Young wizards from major colleges still tend to bet on applicants from their own colleges. Hufflepuff, in particular, almost always chose Cedric, their prefect and captain.

This was nothing to Fred and George, because as bookmakers, they would never lose money by taking a cut of the winnings, regardless of whether the winner was the favorite or the longshot.

Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and night fell. The long table in the auditorium was once again filled with delicacies, but the students had no intention of eating. Everyone was anxiously waiting for the final result of the selection.

Today there are two more people on the staff bench, and the new additions are members of the refereeing team: Issa May and Barry Crowder. The two of them were sitting next to Karkaroff and Madam Maxim, respectively. They had just learned that they had been chosen as the referee for the Triwizard Tournament.

After the last dessert disappeared from the plate, Dumbledore stood up, and the entire auditorium fell silent. Madame Maxime, who was sitting next to Dumbledore, looked nervous, while Karkaroff was much calmer. Others had different reactions: Ludo Bagman was smiling and blinking at the students from various schools; Percy and Barry Cloud were sitting upright with extremely serious expressions, and Issa May Her reaction was a bit strange. She seemed to be more concerned about the principal of her school, Professor Karkaroff, and would glance at him quietly from time to time to observe his condition.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and most of the candles in the auditorium were extinguished, leaving only the candlesticks on the long table and the Goblet of Fire glowing together.

"The Goblet is about to make a decision. The selected warriors please enter the next room along the staff table." Dumbledore pointed to a door behind the staff table, where the warriors will receive preliminary guidance.

Dumbledore made a simple arrangement and then closed his mouth, quietly waiting for the Goblet of Fire to spit out the results.

The entire auditorium fell silent again.

Suddenly, the flames in the Goblet of Fire changed from blue-white to red, and sparks flew everywhere, giving people a boiling feeling. Immediately afterwards, a piece of burnt parchment flew out from inside and fell into Dumbledore's hands.

Everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

"The warrior of Durmstrang is - Viktor Krum!" Dumbledore clearly read the name on the piece of paper. The atmosphere in the auditorium exploded instantly, and cheers and applause almost shook the whole house. Hogwarts Castle.

"Not surprising at all!"

"I expected it!"

"Ahhhh - Krum!!!" Some fanatical female fans were so excited that they almost fainted.

Krum stood up from the Slytherin table and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore. Karkaroff on the stage broke away from his calm state for a few seconds, applauded the warriors of his school, and then entered a calm state again.

"I thought you would be very excited." Mrs. Maxim glanced at Karkaroff, feeling a little strange: Why is this man so calm? It was as if what just happened had nothing to do with him.

"Why should you be excited? Isn't this a sure thing?" Karkaroff retreated from his calm state again and responded to Mrs. Maxim's question. He sneered: "I would be surprised if those remaining crooked melons and split dates can defeat Krum."

Mrs. Maxim thought about it carefully and felt that what Karkaroff said actually made sense. Krum's advantage is so great that it would be a problem if he couldn't be chosen.

It wasn't until the flame in the Goblet of Fire changed again that the auditorium became quiet. Madame Maxime did not bother to chat with Karkaroff. The change in the flame made her nervous again.

She tensed up and leaned forward slightly, staring unblinkingly at the Goblet of Fire.

The second piece of parchment didn't keep everyone waiting, it popped out of the cup with a whoosh.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour." Dumbledore read out the name on the parchment.

Madame Maxime almost jumped out of her chair. She was very happy because she had made the right bet! Unlike Durmstrang, there are many people in Beauxbatons who may become warriors. Madame Maxime is not sure of the final result, so she can only gamble.

Fleur Delacour was the talent she had cultivated in advance. She personally taught Fleur for a period of time, allowing her to improve by leaps and bounds. Now, her "investment" is finally paying off.

Madame Maxime was quite worried at first about the Goblet of Fire being discriminatory and excluding mixed-blood Veela. Now it seems that her worries were unnecessary. The Goblet of Fire was extremely fair and impartial, and did not treat Fleur in a different light because of her origin. .

Fleur stood up from Tom with a smile on her face, shook her silver hair, and walked lightly towards the staff table with a winner's smile on her face.

Hermione's face suddenly became a little ugly, because Fleur's hair was deliberately brushed from Tom's face, bringing a faint fragrance.

The moment the results came out, several Beauxbatons girls burst into tears and shed tears of sadness. The other losers also looked gloomy, as if they had missed something important.

After a brief commotion, the auditorium fell silent again, and this time all the little wizards had their hearts in their throats - because it was the turn of the Hogwarts warriors next.

The Goblet of Fire turned red again and sent the third note into the air.

"Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore called out Cedric's name.

"Long live!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Merlin!!!"

An earth-shattering roar erupted from the side of Hufflepuff's long table, and the sound echoed through the entire Great Hall. After the result came out, the cheers of the Hufflepuff students made everyone in the auditorium deaf. At this point in time, even if you are talking face to face, you can't hear clearly what the other person is saying.

For Hufflepuff, this is simply a historic breakthrough!

In the past, Hufflepuff was the transparent house of Hogwarts. They are not as smart as Ravenclaw, nor as energetic as Gryffindor, nor as arrogant and arrogant as Slytherin. They are very down-to-earth, very low-key, and very inconspicuous. They are like weeds on the roadside or wild flowers on the mountains, they are everywhere but never noticeable.

But today, they finally became the protagonists.

Before tonight, who would have thought that a student born in Hufflepuff could become a champion representing Hogwarts?

But that's what happened. Everyone heard it clearly and truly.

So the Hufflepuff students went crazy: they finally made a small splash on the stage of Hogwarts.

The wild celebration lasted for an extremely long time, and even Dumbledore couldn't calm down the Hufflepuff students.

Finally, after the noise finally subsided, Dumbledore said loudly with a smile on his face: "Okay, the three warriors have been selected. I believe you will go all out to support your warriors. The students who were not selected will also Don’t be discouraged, you can still make a great contribution to this event..."

Tom didn't care what Dumbledore said. He just looked at the Goblet of Fire leisurely, watching the flame inside it dimming little by little, and finally extinguished completely.

With the Goblet of Fire sleeping, the warrior selection phase of the Triwizard Tournament came to an end. Everything is business as usual, nothing happened. If you say there are three warriors, then you are three warriors. If you say you are seventeen years old, then you are seventeen years old.

Before the age of seventeen, even if you are a savior, you cannot become a warrior.

Tom looked at the completely extinguished Goblet of Fire and smiled happily. Once the Goblet of Fire is extinguished, it cannot be ignited until the next competition, so everything has settled.

Harry in the audience rubbed his palms that were a little sore from the crazy applause, feeling as if he had missed something interesting. Harry felt that he should be regretting that he missed this event - it would be great if he could become a warrior. That life must be very happy, right? Harry began to reminisce about the reactions of his friends after he became a warrior.

After talking some nonsense, Dumbledore returned to the topic again. At this time, Bagman, Percy and others had already left the table and went to the "little black room" to give preliminary guidance to the warriors.

"Now the three warriors are getting preliminary guidance for the game next door. I believe you must be very curious about the content of the preliminary guidance, right?" Dumbledore looked at the little wizard in the audience and laughed mischievously.

"Professor Dumbledore, please tell us, what exactly will the preliminary guidance cover?" Lee Jordan couldn't restrain his curiosity and stood up and asked loudly. Now Jordan's chin is extremely smooth and has obviously healed.

Fred and George beside him also raised their heads from their ledgers and looked at Dumbledore curiously. Just now the twins were busy calculating the amount of bonuses that should be distributed.

Dumbledore showed a happy smile, as if he had seen the admiration, and happily made the content of the preliminary guidance public.

It turns out that the so-called preliminary guidance is to announce the start time of the first project and then tell the warriors...

The organizers cannot reveal to you the contents of the first project!

Quite outrageous. It's hard to imagine the inner feelings of the warriors when they heard this sentence in the dark room.

You called us here with great fanfare, just to inform us of the start time of the project? is it necessary? !

Of course, cheating is also an old tradition in the Triwizard Tournament. In the past, the three major schools would use their own methods to figure out the content of the first project and then leak it to their own warriors. This year is no exception. Madame Maxime is already taking action - she has been very close to Hagrid in the past two days, hoping to get something out of this "big mouth". However, Hagrid knew nothing about the first project, so he naturally had nothing to miss. However, the relationship between the two has become much closer after all, and Mrs. Maxim is not at a disadvantage anyway.

After listening to Dumbledore's words, the little wizards were also disappointed.

That's it? Is this your initial guidance?

"Students, I have already said that this competition will involve as many students as possible." Seeing that the students in the audience looked very disappointed, Dumbledore threw the second "bomb". He said loudly: "So I have something extremely important to announce to everyone - the registration for volunteers has begun!"

volunteer? This unfamiliar term caused a small commotion in the audience. Everyone was curious about what the volunteers of the competition were going to do?

If you are serving tea and water at the competition venue, forget it. Some Muggle-born wizards are familiar with what volunteers are, and they instinctively want to refuse.

"We need a group of students who are outstanding enough to participate in the first project to increase the difficulty of the test for our warriors." Dumbledore explained to the confused people what volunteers are, "Those who are willing to serve as Students who are volunteers, please submit your application to the dean of your respective college - students from other schools should contact the principal of your own school. The dean will issue the volunteer qualification after review and approval. I must remind you in advance that volunteers They will also be in mortal danger, so only wizards who are mature enough to be independent can become volunteers."

Although Dumbledore added restrictions, all the little wizards in the auditorium were still extremely excited: there is no age limit for registration this time! And there are so many places available that you can see with the naked eye!

This excitement did not dissipate even when Dumbledore announced that the party was over.

On the way back to Ravenclaw Tower, Tom asked Hermione, "Would you like to volunteer?"

"Of course not. Didn't you listen to Professor Dumbledore? Volunteers will also be in mortal danger! So I will never be a volunteer——"

"Dumbledore has already appointed me as a volunteer."

Hermione:? !

"How could he do this?" Hermione's eyes widened, and her cheeks bulged out of surprise. "Aren't the volunteers willing to participate?"

"There is a kind of voluntariness called 'being voluntarily'." Tom spread his hands, looking helpless.

"So do you want to be a volunteer?"

Hermione: ...

"Oh well."

Hermione also "volunteered" to become a volunteer for the Triwizard Tournament.

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