Chapter 381: Warriors andidates
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At the Halloween dinner, Hermione had an appetite, and said in surprise, "Oh, is it true? Warren ran into your bedroom and exchanged an hourglass? I bet she was heartbroken... "
She happily took a large pork chop for herself.
"You are happy now," Ron said. Neither he nor Harry's ageing agents were used.
"Of course I am happy." Hermione put down the knife and fork and looked at the two seriously. "You saw that in the afternoon. Hagrid can lift his head from the bucket of creamy softener and tell us that he is looking forward to the first project. ... you should know how dangerous the competition is!"
The fork in Ron's hand trembled, and he was somewhat persuaded by this argument: "What made Hagrid happy, what was the last one?"
"Fried snails." Seamus said unhappily from the side.
On the professor's seat, Felix finished his last sip of seafood soup in the bowl, stopped, and glanced over the hundreds of pumpkin lanterns in the corner and the fluttering bats on the ceiling, falling on the restless little wizards.
He could fully feel the anxiety in the auditorium, which was one of the things he learned from the dementor.
"It's a bit choking," he muttered.
Flitwick glanced at him curiously, and retracted his outstretched hand, losing interest in the pot of seafood soup in front of Felix.
The person who appeared on the professor's bench today was one more person than yesterday. Mr. Barty Crouch looked sick. After a few bites of mashed potato patties, he leaned back on the chair, appearing absent-minded, and Ludo, who was beaming next to him. Bagman formed a sharp contrast.
"...When I served in the Hornets, I received a bunch of flowers after every game. There were also foreign fans... Which country? I don't know... I don't know, anyway, it's a long list of names. I guess it's a female fan. , There is a smell of perfume on the note... If Batty was there, he can translate for me, right?"
Bagman turned his head to look at Mr. Crouch, who snorted sternly.
"Oh, Batty, you seem to be in poor condition, maybe you should cultivate for a while..."
"I'll think about it." Mr. Crouch said flatly. Even if his complexion was not good, he still took care of his outfit. The clothes on his body did not have any wrinkles, which looked very similar to the style of Principal Ifamoni. resemblance.
Most of the students finished their meal, and Dumbledore stood up in the eyes of the people looking forward to it.
He waved his magic wand to make the auditorium completely dark. The goblet of flame had been moved to the front of the professor's seat. At this moment, the light suddenly burst, and the flames rose high, the blue and white flames turned dazzling red, and sparks splashed everywhere.
A piece of parchment half-scorched flew out.
"Darmstrand's first warrior," he said in a clear and powerful voice, "it is Victor Krum."
With applause in the auditorium, Krum got up from his seat and, under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, turned to the room next to the auditorium.
"There is hope, there are two more places!" The Durmstrang student next to him cheered for himself.
After a while, another piece of parchment flew out.
"Dumstrand, Ols Polyarch," read Dumbledore.
The boy who had just spoken weeped with joy, and he yelled, "I knew it!" He stood up, flicked his fist vigorously, almost tripped over the table, and the principal of Durmstrand snorted.
Next is the third Durmstrang warrior
"Darmstrand, Adim Buwick."
Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes and said emotionally, "How touching! The three warriors will unite and fight for the honor of the school..."
In the next not short period of time, the Goblet of Fire appeared with a signed note, and the warriors of the remaining four schools were selected.
"Booth Barton, Fleur Delacour
Jacqueline Bourgeva
Francois Lafontaine. "
The three warriors of Boothbarton walked to the room next to the auditorium and took a rest, but the students' minds were all messed up, as if time was still at the moment when the girl who looked like a Vewa stood up.
The girl named Furong shook her silver hair gracefully, and walked past the two dining tables with light steps, like an elf...
It can be expected that this picture will be imprinted in the hearts of many students and will never be forgotten for a lifetime.
"After that is the warrior of Ifamoni, Victor Percival Graves
Ann Lun
And the third warrior, Byers Bach. "
Byers stood up beamingly, and walked into the small room next to the auditorium under the farewell of the Gryffindor students.
"It's the warrior of Vagado next, Lashaun Elifendi
Nona Libert
Panagiota Brands Igo. "
The warriors of Vagado stood up. They did not act individually as in the previous process, but waited until all three were selected before leaving together.
The Hogwarts students looked at their backs. Among the two wizards, one was tall and burly, which looked like a walking wall. He was at least one foot taller than Cedric. You know, Cedric is in The Hogwarts students are already quite tall; the other has an eagle-like haircut and is not small, but standing with the person next to him is like a dwarf.
The only girl among the three is tall and tall like Lotus, but her body is full of strength, and in the not-so-warm weather, she is wearing a thin leopard skin cloak.
"Finally, the warrior from Hogwarts." Dumbledore said happily, as he read the name on the note thrown by the Goblet of Fire: "Cedric Diggory"
"Oops!" Ron said loudly. Fortunately, no one heard except Harry and Hermione. The cheers on the table next door were about to lift the roof off, and Dumbledore had to wait for a while with the second note. , While waiting, the third note also rushed out with a tongue of flame.
"The second and third warriors are Roger Davis and Collins Foley, let us cheer for them." He said the names of the remaining two in one breath.
There was another deafening applause. The students of Gryffindor followed and slapped their hands. It was not a taste. None of the three warriors was Gryffindor. They were totally unhappy.
When the noise subsided, Dumbledore said with a smile: "Okay, please go to the room next to the auditorium to have a rest for the last three warriors. I happily announce to everyone that the Goblet of Fire has successfully completed its mission. Next, I believe Everyone will support the warriors of their school and contribute their own strength to this event, then"
He stopped talking suddenly, and the goblet of flame that should have been extinguished became dazzling again, and his face was flushed with the fiery flames.
A piece of paper flew out, he subconsciously caught it, looked down, and after a short silence, he cleared his throat and read aloud
"Harry Potter."
There was no cheering, and there was silence in the auditorium. Gradually, the buzzing sounded, and everyone looked at Harry, including the classmates sitting next to Harry, who looked at him with incredible eyes.
"I didn't put my name in." Harry said blankly. He looked at Ron and Hermione. "You know I don't. I've always been with you."
Hermione's mouth was still open, her eyes widened, and Ron managed to squeeze a smile, "Yes, we've been together all the time. Congratulations, Harry."
"It's not a question of congratulations!" Harry shouted, his voice echoing in the auditorium.
On the other side, Professor McGonagall stood up in a panic from the professor's bench, and tripped when he passed Felix, "Be careful, Minerva," he said. But McGonagall didn't notice at all, and she hurriedly walked to Dumbledore and said something violently.
Dumbledore said solemnly, "I know, Minerva, but..." He raised his voice and raised the half-burnt note in his hand. "Harry Potter, go next to the auditorium first."
Harry staggered out and looked at the surprised faces, feeling that he didn't belong here. He walked up to Dumbledore. Dumbledore nodded at him and pointed him in the direction. He took a few steps and listened. There was another loud inhalation behind him.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the goblet of fire that turned red again like everyone else~www.novelhall.com~ After the first error, a second error occurred immediately.
It must be broken, Harry thought. There is something wrong with this tattered wooden cup, and maybe a third hapless person will be called out later.
Dumbledore picked up the note swiftly and recited the name in a deep voice, "Hermione Granger."
There was a scream from the Gryffindor seat, and Hermione covered her mouth, unable to believe her ears. But at this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the Goblet of Fire, and there was an inexplicable expectation in their hearts.
Even Dumbledore did the same, staring silently at the Goblet of Fire, with a bottomless blue behind the half-moon-shaped lens.
Harry stayed where he was, the blue and white flame dazzled him, but he forced himself to look at it, as if to see the innermost part of the wooden cup and the last piece of paper ready to be sent.
finally
Dumbledore grabbed the flying note and said quietly in the deep and solemn silent auditorium: "Ronald Weasley."
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At the Halloween dinner, Hermione had an appetite, and said in surprise, "Oh, is it true? Warren ran into your bedroom and exchanged an hourglass? I bet she was heartbroken... "
She happily took a large pork chop for herself.
"You are happy now," Ron said. Neither he nor Harry's ageing agents were used.
"Of course I am happy." Hermione put down the knife and fork and looked at the two seriously. "You saw that in the afternoon. Hagrid can lift his head from the bucket of creamy softener and tell us that he is looking forward to the first project. ... you should know how dangerous the competition is!"
The fork in Ron's hand trembled, and he was somewhat persuaded by this argument: "What made Hagrid happy, what was the last one?"
"Fried snails." Seamus said unhappily from the side.
On the professor's seat, Felix finished his last sip of seafood soup in the bowl, stopped, and glanced over the hundreds of pumpkin lanterns in the corner and the fluttering bats on the ceiling, falling on the restless little wizards.
He could fully feel the anxiety in the auditorium, which was one of the things he learned from the dementor.
"It's a bit choking," he muttered.
Flitwick glanced at him curiously, and retracted his outstretched hand, losing interest in the pot of seafood soup in front of Felix.
The person who appeared on the professor's bench today was one more person than yesterday. Mr. Barty Crouch looked sick. After a few bites of mashed potato patties, he leaned back on the chair, appearing absent-minded, and Ludo, who was beaming next to him. Bagman formed a sharp contrast.
"...When I served in the Hornets, I received a bunch of flowers after every game. There were also foreign fans... Which country? I don't know... I don't know, anyway, it's a long list of names. I guess it's a female fan. , There is a smell of perfume on the note... If Batty was there, he can translate for me, right?"
Bagman turned his head to look at Mr. Crouch, who snorted sternly.
"Oh, Batty, you seem to be in poor condition, maybe you should cultivate for a while..."
"I'll think about it." Mr. Crouch said flatly. Even if his complexion was not good, he still took care of his outfit. The clothes on his body did not have any wrinkles, which looked very similar to the style of Principal Ifamoni. resemblance.
Most of the students finished their meal, and Dumbledore stood up in the eyes of the people looking forward to it.
He waved his magic wand to make the auditorium completely dark. The goblet of flame had been moved to the front of the professor's seat. At this moment, the light suddenly burst, and the flames rose high, the blue and white flames turned dazzling red, and sparks splashed everywhere.
A piece of parchment half-scorched flew out.
"Darmstrand's first warrior," he said in a clear and powerful voice, "it is Victor Krum."
With applause in the auditorium, Krum got up from his seat and, under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, turned to the room next to the auditorium.
"There is hope, there are two more places!" The Durmstrang student next to him cheered for himself.
After a while, another piece of parchment flew out.
"Dumstrand, Ols Polyarch," read Dumbledore.
The boy who had just spoken weeped with joy, and he yelled, "I knew it!" He stood up, flicked his fist vigorously, almost tripped over the table, and the principal of Durmstrand snorted.
Next is the third Durmstrang warrior
"Darmstrand, Adim Buwick."
Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes and said emotionally, "How touching! The three warriors will unite and fight for the honor of the school..."
In the next not short period of time, the Goblet of Fire appeared with a signed note, and the warriors of the remaining four schools were selected.
"Booth Barton, Fleur Delacour
Jacqueline Bourgeva
Francois Lafontaine. "
The three warriors of Boothbarton walked to the room next to the auditorium and took a rest, but the students' minds were all messed up, as if time was still at the moment when the girl who looked like a Vewa stood up.
The girl named Furong shook her silver hair gracefully, and walked past the two dining tables with light steps, like an elf...
It can be expected that this picture will be imprinted in the hearts of many students and will never be forgotten for a lifetime.
"After that is the warrior of Ifamoni, Victor Percival Graves
Ann Lun
And the third warrior, Byers Bach. "
Byers stood up beamingly, and walked into the small room next to the auditorium under the farewell of the Gryffindor students.
"It's the warrior of Vagado next, Lashaun Elifendi
Nona Libert
Panagiota Brands Igo. "
The warriors of Vagado stood up. They did not act individually as in the previous process, but waited until all three were selected before leaving together.
The Hogwarts students looked at their backs. Among the two wizards, one was tall and burly, which looked like a walking wall. He was at least one foot taller than Cedric. You know, Cedric is in The Hogwarts students are already quite tall; the other has an eagle-like haircut and is not small, but standing with the person next to him is like a dwarf.
The only girl among the three is tall and tall like Lotus, but her body is full of strength, and in the not-so-warm weather, she is wearing a thin leopard skin cloak.
"Finally, the warrior from Hogwarts." Dumbledore said happily, as he read the name on the note thrown by the Goblet of Fire: "Cedric Diggory"
"Oops!" Ron said loudly. Fortunately, no one heard except Harry and Hermione. The cheers on the table next door were about to lift the roof off, and Dumbledore had to wait for a while with the second note. , While waiting, the third note also rushed out with a tongue of flame.
"The second and third warriors are Roger Davis and Collins Foley, let us cheer for them." He said the names of the remaining two in one breath.
There was another deafening applause. The students of Gryffindor followed and slapped their hands. It was not a taste. None of the three warriors was Gryffindor. They were totally unhappy.
When the noise subsided, Dumbledore said with a smile: "Okay, please go to the room next to the auditorium to have a rest for the last three warriors. I happily announce to everyone that the Goblet of Fire has successfully completed its mission. Next, I believe Everyone will support the warriors of their school and contribute their own strength to this event, then"
He stopped talking suddenly, and the goblet of flame that should have been extinguished became dazzling again, and his face was flushed with the fiery flames.
A piece of paper flew out, he subconsciously caught it, looked down, and after a short silence, he cleared his throat and read aloud
"Harry Potter."
There was no cheering, and there was silence in the auditorium. Gradually, the buzzing sounded, and everyone looked at Harry, including the classmates sitting next to Harry, who looked at him with incredible eyes.
"I didn't put my name in." Harry said blankly. He looked at Ron and Hermione. "You know I don't. I've always been with you."
Hermione's mouth was still open, her eyes widened, and Ron managed to squeeze a smile, "Yes, we've been together all the time. Congratulations, Harry."
"It's not a question of congratulations!" Harry shouted, his voice echoing in the auditorium.
On the other side, Professor McGonagall stood up in a panic from the professor's bench, and tripped when he passed Felix, "Be careful, Minerva," he said. But McGonagall didn't notice at all, and she hurriedly walked to Dumbledore and said something violently.
Dumbledore said solemnly, "I know, Minerva, but..." He raised his voice and raised the half-burnt note in his hand. "Harry Potter, go next to the auditorium first."
Harry staggered out and looked at the surprised faces, feeling that he didn't belong here. He walked up to Dumbledore. Dumbledore nodded at him and pointed him in the direction. He took a few steps and listened. There was another loud inhalation behind him.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the goblet of fire that turned red again like everyone else~www.novelhall.com~ After the first error, a second error occurred immediately.
It must be broken, Harry thought. There is something wrong with this tattered wooden cup, and maybe a third hapless person will be called out later.
Dumbledore picked up the note swiftly and recited the name in a deep voice, "Hermione Granger."
There was a scream from the Gryffindor seat, and Hermione covered her mouth, unable to believe her ears. But at this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the Goblet of Fire, and there was an inexplicable expectation in their hearts.
Even Dumbledore did the same, staring silently at the Goblet of Fire, with a bottomless blue behind the half-moon-shaped lens.
Harry stayed where he was, the blue and white flame dazzled him, but he forced himself to look at it, as if to see the innermost part of the wooden cup and the last piece of paper ready to be sent.
finally
Dumbledore grabbed the flying note and said quietly in the deep and solemn silent auditorium: "Ronald Weasley."
At the Halloween dinner, Hermione had an appetite, and said in surprise, "Oh, is it true? Warren ran into your bedroom and exchanged an hourglass? I bet she was heartbroken... "She happily took a large pork chop for herself."You are happy now," Ron said. Neither he nor Harry's ageing agents were used."Of course I am happy." Hermione put down the knife and fork and looked at the two seriously. "You saw that in the afternoon. Hagrid can lift his head from the bucket of creamy softener and tell us that he is looking forward to the first project. ... you should know how dangerous the competition is!"The fork in Ron's hand trembled, and he was somewhat persuaded by this argument: "What made Hagrid happy, what was the last one?""Fried snails." Seamus said unhappily from the side.On the professor's seat, Felix finished his last sip of seafood soup in the bowl, stopped, and glanced over the hundreds of pumpkin lanterns in the corner and the fluttering bats on the ceiling, falling on the restless little wizards.He could fully feel the anxiety in the auditorium, which was one of the things he learned from the dementor."It's a bit choking," he muttered.Flitwick glanced at him curiously, and retracted his outstretched hand, losing interest in the pot of seafood soup in front of Felix.The person who appeared on the professor's bench today was one more person than yesterday. Mr. Barty Crouch looked sick. After a few bites of mashed potato patties, he leaned back on the chair, appearing absent-minded, and Ludo, who was beaming next to him. Bagman formed a sharp contrast."...When I served in the Hornets, I received a bunch of flowers after every game. There were also foreign fans... Which country? I don't know... I don't know, anyway, it's a long list of names. I guess it's a female fan. , There is a smell of perfume on the note... If Batty was there, he can translate for me, right?"Bagman turned his head to look at Mr. Crouch, who snorted sternly."Oh, Batty, you seem to be in poor condition, maybe you should cultivate for a while...""I'll think about it." Mr. Crouch said flatly. Even if his complexion was not good, he still took care of his outfit. The clothes on his body did not have any wrinkles, which looked very similar to the style of Principal Ifamoni. resemblance.Most of the students finished their meal, and Dumbledore stood up in the eyes of the people looking forward to it.He waved his magic wand to make the auditorium completely dark. The goblet of flame had been moved to the front of the professor's seat. At this moment, the light suddenly burst, and the flames rose high, the blue and white flames turned dazzling red, and sparks splashed everywhere.A piece of parchment half-scorched flew out."Darmstrand's first warrior," he said in a clear and powerful voice, "it is Victor Krum."With applause in the auditorium, Krum got up from his seat and, under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, turned to the room next to the auditorium."There is hope, there are two more places!" The Durmstrang student next to him cheered for himself.After a while, another piece of parchment flew out."Dumstrand, Ols Polyarch," read Dumbledore.The boy who had just spoken weeped with joy, and he yelled, "I knew it!" He stood up, flicked his fist vigorously, almost tripped over the table, and the principal of Durmstrand snorted.Next is the third Durmstrang warrior"Darmstrand, Adim Buwick."Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes and said emotionally, "How touching! The three warriors will unite and fight for the honor of the school..."In the next not short period of time, the Goblet of Fire appeared with a signed note, and the warriors of the remaining four schools were selected."Booth Barton, Fleur DelacourJacqueline BourgevaFrancois Lafontaine. "The three warriors of Boothbarton walked to the room next to the auditorium and took a rest, but the students' minds were all messed up, as if time was still at the moment when the girl who looked like a Vewa stood up.The girl named Furong shook her silver hair gracefully, and walked past the two dining tables with light steps, like an elf...It can be expected that this picture will be imprinted in the hearts of many students and will never be forgotten for a lifetime."After that is the warrior of Ifamoni, Victor Percival GravesAnn LunAnd the third warrior, Byers Bach. "Byers stood up beamingly, and walked into the small room next to the auditorium under the farewell of the Gryffindor students."It's the warrior of Vagado next, Lashaun ElifendiNona LibertPanagiota Brands Igo. "The warriors of Vagado stood up. They did not act individually as in the previous process, but waited until all three were selected before leaving together.The Hogwarts students looked at their backs. Among the two wizards, one was tall and burly, which looked like a walking wall. He was at least one foot taller than Cedric. You know, Cedric is in The Hogwarts students are already quite tall; the other has an eagle-like haircut and is not small, but standing with the person next to him is like a dwarf.The only girl among the three is tall and tall like Lotus, but her body is full of strength, and in the not-so-warm weather, she is wearing a thin leopard skin cloak."Finally, the warrior from Hogwarts." Dumbledore said happily, as he read the name on the note thrown by the Goblet of Fire: "Cedric Diggory""Oops!" Ron said loudly. Fortunately, no one heard except Harry and Hermione. The cheers on the table next door were about to lift the roof off, and Dumbledore had to wait for a while with the second note. , While waiting, the third note also rushed out with a tongue of flame."The second and third warriors are Roger Davis and Collins Foley, let us cheer for them." He said the names of the remaining two in one breath.There was another deafening applause. The students of Gryffindor followed and slapped their hands. It was not a taste. None of the three warriors was Gryffindor. They were totally unhappy.When the noise subsided, Dumbledore said with a smile: "Okay, please go to the room next to the auditorium to have a rest for the last three warriors. I happily announce to everyone that the Goblet of Fire has successfully completed its mission. Next, I believe Everyone will support the warriors of their school and contribute their own strength to this event, then"He stopped talking suddenly, and the goblet of flame that should have been extinguished became dazzling again, and his face was flushed with the fiery flames.A piece of paper flew out, he subconsciously caught it, looked down, and after a short silence, he cleared his throat and read aloud"Harry Potter."There was no cheering, and there was silence in the auditorium. Gradually, the buzzing sounded, and everyone looked at Harry, including the classmates sitting next to Harry, who looked at him with incredible eyes."I didn't put my name in." Harry said blankly. He looked at Ron and Hermione. "You know I don't. I've always been with you."Hermione's mouth was still open, her eyes widened, and Ron managed to squeeze a smile, "Yes, we've been together all the time. Congratulations, Harry.""It's not a question of congratulations!" Harry shouted, his voice echoing in the auditorium.On the other side, Professor McGonagall stood up in a panic from the professor's bench, and tripped when he passed Felix, "Be careful, Minerva," he said. But McGonagall didn't notice at all, and she hurriedly walked to Dumbledore and said something violently.Dumbledore said solemnly, "I know, Minerva, but..." He raised his voice and raised the half-burnt note in his hand. "Harry Potter, go next to the auditorium first."Harry staggered out and looked at the surprised faces, feeling that he didn't belong here. He walked up to Dumbledore. Dumbledore nodded at him and pointed him in the direction. He took a few steps and listened. There was another loud inhalation behind him.He suddenly turned his head and looked at the goblet of fire that turned red again like everyone else~www.novelhall.com~ After the first error, a second error occurred immediately.It must be broken, Harry thought. There is something wrong with this tattered wooden cup, and maybe a third hapless person will be called out later.Dumbledore picked up the note swiftly and recited the name in a deep voice, "Hermione Granger."There was a scream from the Gryffindor seat, and Hermione covered her mouth, unable to believe her ears. But at this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the Goblet of Fire, and there was an inexplicable expectation in their hearts.Even Dumbledore did the same, staring silently at the Goblet of Fire, with a bottomless blue behind the half-moon-shaped lens.Harry stayed where he was, the blue and white flame dazzled him, but he forced himself to look at it, as if to see the innermost part of the wooden cup and the last piece of paper ready to be sent.finallyDumbledore grabbed the flying note and said quietly in the deep and solemn silent auditorium: "Ronald Weasley."
