The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Halloween seems to be earlier than usual this year.

Durmstrang's delegation was walking from the lake towards the castle. Viktor Krum and Dean Karkaroff walked side by side in front, and other Durmstrang students followed sparsely.

behind.

When they walked into the candlelit auditorium, it was almost full of people, as if everyone was waiting for them.

The Goblet of Fire had been moved and now stood in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff table.

"Look, I must be the warrior this time." Fred whispered to George.

"No way, it must be me!" George muttered with disbelief.

Ron rolled his eyes at the side, do you think you can do it? I think I can do it too!

The Halloween dinner seemed to take much longer than usual. Perhaps because there were banquets for two consecutive days, the little wizards didn't seem to like those elaborately prepared sumptuous dishes as much as usual.

People in the auditorium kept looking away, with anxious expressions on every face.

Everyone was restless, and the little wizard stood up from time to time to see if Professor Dumbledore and the others had finished eating. They wanted to finish the food on the plate quickly and quickly know who was chosen as the warrior.

Finally, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, the sound in the auditorium suddenly became louder, and the eyes of the little wizards lit up.

Is this exciting moment finally coming?

Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again. Everyone focused their attention on Professor Dumbledore at the same time.

Karkaroff and Madam Maxime on both sides of Dumbledore looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else.

Ludo Bagman was smiling and winking at the students from various schools, while Mr. Crouch looked uninterested, almost bored.

Maybe in his opinion, his life has no energy anymore.

"Well, the decision is about to be made on the Goblet of Fire," said Dumbledore. "I think it will take another minute. Listen, after the names of the champions are announced, I want them to go to the top of the Great Hall and along the staff table.

Go over there and enter the next room," he continued, pointing to the door behind the staff desk, "where they will receive initial instruction."

He took out his wand and waved it widely.

Immediately, all the candles except those in the pumpkin lantern were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a state of semi-darkness.

The Goblet of Fire now emits a dazzling light, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames bursting with sparks are simply dazzling.

Everyone was watching and waiting... A few people kept staring at their magic watches...

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out.

Then, a tongue of fire jumped into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from it. Everyone in the auditorium held their breath and stared at the piece of paper, hoping that their names would appear on it.

Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away so that he could read the words on it clearly in the light of the flame. The flame then returned to blue-white.

"The champion of Durmstrang," he said clearly and forcefully, "is Viktor Krum."

"It's not surprising at all!" Rolf heard Ron yelling from the Hufflepuff table, and applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium.

Viktor Krum stood up from the Slytherin table and walked toward Dumbledore listlessly, as if he didn't care much about this opportunity.

After he walked in front of several deans, he turned to the right, walked along the staff table, and entered the next room through the door.

"Great, Viktor!" Karkaroff roared loudly, and even though the applause was loud in the auditorium, everyone could hear his voice, "I know you are destined to be a warrior!"

The applause and chatter gradually subsided, and now everyone's attention was once again focused on the goblet. After a few seconds, the flames turned red again, and a second piece of parchment jumped out of the goblet, driven by the flames.

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"The Champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

I saw the girl who seemed to be a Veela stood up gracefully, shook her silver hair, and walked lightly between the tables of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Many little wizards were staring at her with obsessed eyes.

"Oh, look, they're all disappointed," Cedric said over the commotion, nodding to the other Beauxbatons representatives.

Rolf thought that the word "disappointment" was too lightly used. At least he saw the two girls who were not selected burst into tears, burying their heads in their arms and crying sadly.

When Fleur Delacour also entered the next room, the auditorium became quiet again. This time, the silence was filled with a strong excitement that could be tasted.

Now it’s the turn of the Hogwarts warriors…

At this time, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks burst out, tongues of fire shot high into the air, and Dumbledore pulled out the third piece of parchment from the tip of the tongues of fire.

"It's me, it's me, it must be me!" Cedric beside him kept whispering, as if this was really useful.

"The Champion of Hogwarts," he shouted, "is Rolf Scamander!"

The whole place was silent for a few seconds, and then a burst of cheers broke out, and Professor Dumbledore also smiled and nodded in this direction.

If it were a young wizard from another college, the other colleges would not have cheered like this, but when it came to Rolf, no one thought he was not qualified.

They were all very convinced of Rolf, who saved their lives and others last year. If it hadn't been for him, last year might have been their last year at Hogwarts.

Every Hufflepuff student was jumping up and down, screaming, and stamping their feet. At this moment, Rolf, who was calm, stood up, received hugs from Cedric and his roommates, and walked past them.

With a bright smile on his face, he walked toward the room behind the faculty desk.

Indeed, the cheers for Rolf lasted for a long time. After all, he had the home field advantage. After a long time, Dumbledore made everyone quiet down and listen to him.

"Great!" Dumbledore shouted happily when the noise finally subsided, "Okay, now our three warriors have been selected.

I know that I can completely trust all of you, including other students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, and you will definitely support your warriors with all your strength.

By cheering for the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event..."

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and everyone saw what attracted his attention.

The flame in the goblet turned red again, sparks crackled out, and a long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was held up on it.