I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

The incident at Durmstrang passed quickly, and Karkaroff knew that he was in the wrong. In addition, the two headmasters stood against him, and he was not in the right in the matter, so he had no right to confront the other two headmasters.

So Karkaroff had no choice but to repeatedly order the students of Durmstrang to behave themselves in Hogwarts.

Of course, the students at Durmstrang would not have any objections. Their fate was already in the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey had spent a lot of time and effort on those unfortunate guys.

Louis also felt a little guilty, and he specifically asked Dumbledore to give Madam Pomfrey more benefits - yes, he felt guilty because he thought it would be tiring for Madam Pomfrey to take care of these bastards.

As a result, Catherine's reputation was known to everyone from Ireland to Cheshire... to Rossia. Whenever the students of Durmstrang saw Catherine, they would subconsciously avoid her. The timid ones even couldn't hold back their legs and trembled, just like a mouse seeing a cat.

The Beauxbatons classmate who was teased, Fleur Delacour, became friends with Catherine after that incident, and occasionally she would teach her magic when she was free.

The days passed one by one, and soon it was the selection ceremony for the Triwizard Tournament on Halloween.

Before the official announcement of the start of the selection, there was a banquet to be held. Even in this country where the food was not as good as expected, there had to be some eating and drinking activities on a large occasion.

Right, who doesn’t eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year?
Twenty minutes after the banquet began, Hagrid slipped into the Great Hall through a door behind the faculty table, sat down in a seat at the end of the table, and raised a bandaged hand to wave to those he knew.

"How about the Blast-tailed Skrewt, Hagrid?" Harry asked loudly.

Hagrid shouted back happily, "It's growing well!"

"Yeah, I knew it was like that," Ron grumbled quietly, "Look at the bandages on his hands, folks. Maybe Hagrid's fingers are the secret to feeding the skrewts - why didn't he provide Hagrid's fingers when he asked us to feed the skrewts?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, and his five fingers moved flexibly: "Fingers...Ha!"

"Keep your voice down, Ron." Louis reminded him from behind, "Be careful if Hagrid hears you, or you'll have some rock cake."

Ron showed a look of disgust: "Well, I won't say anything. Let Hagrid enjoy the rock cake slowly."

As he spoke, he glanced at Fleur who was sitting next to Catherine.

At this time, Furong also turned around and saw the small bowl in front of him. She opened her red lips and said, "Excuse me, do you still want to eat this bowl of mixed fish soup?"

Furong was indeed very beautiful. Her silver hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall and looked extremely smooth. Her pair of bright and lively blue eyes were so captivating that they made Ron, the little pervert, a little dizzy.

"You eat." Harry didn't look at Fleur's face just now. He just heard what Fleur said and picked up the bowl of soup and handed it to Fleur.

"Thank you, you are such a good person." Fleur smiled sweetly, and Harry was distracted for a moment.

But he was not that kind of person - well, he was only a little interested in Zhang Qiu, and he didn't seem to appreciate Furong. At the same time, he saw the embarrassment of his good friend Ron, and quickly nudged Ron with his elbow.

"Come back to your senses Ron, Hermione is going to be angry!" Harry whispered.

Ron finally came to his senses and whispered, "He's a Veela...definitely a Veela!"

"Definitely not!" Hermione was obviously angry, and she said sarcastically: "Don't bother with that, Ronald, I don't see anyone staring at her like an idiot!"

So, when people are extremely angry, they usually don't think before they speak. Hermione was obviously so angry that she didn't think before she spoke. When Fleur frowned and smiled, many boys around her stared at her stupidly, which was much worse than Ron.

Yes, that guy, Justin Finch-Fletchley, stuck a spoon up his nose.

"Look at Justin Finch-Fletchley. What's that look like?" Louis looked at Justin sitting in the Hufflepuff seat and whispered to Catherine, "Very unique. When did he learn to eat with his nose?"

Catherine noticed Justin's expression and chuckled.

"I'm just bewitched, Hermione, you have to believe me!" Ron whispered to Hermione, "Okay, you're the only one in my heart, Hermione, you have to believe me!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and said nothing.

"Louis, please help me explain it..." Ron was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Louis scooped a spoonful of buttered mashed potatoes with a spoon and asked with a chuckle, "What do you want to explain? Explain that you want me to help you find a maid as pretty as Christasza? I'm looking for her now. I'll arrange one for you as soon as you break up with Hermione!"

Hermione got angry all of a sudden. She stood up and looked at Ron angrily: "Ronald! You bastard!"

Her rampage attracted the attention of most people in the hall. Hermione felt a little embarrassed and walked away angrily.

Ron's face fell, and just as he was about to chase after him, he was stopped by Louis.

"Let her calm down for a while. It's useless even if you chase her now. It might even make things worse. I think, you don't want to be beaten up by Hermione with a spell, do you?" Louis said with a smile.

Ron felt a little uneasy. He wanted to comfort Hermione, but was afraid of being hung up and beaten. He glanced at Louis complainingly: "Oh Louis, what are you talking about when you have nothing to do..."

"I really think so, Ron," Louis said with a wink. At this time, he noticed Hermione walking back and said to Ron with a smile, "Hermione has a very bad temper. I see you getting angry every day, but I'm trying to help you. Do you want to be beaten up and controlled by her every day?"

Ron, who hadn't noticed Hermione coming back, immediately retorted without thinking: "Bah! I like it this way! It's a blessing to be controlled by Hermione! What do you know!"

Louis shook his head at Hermione. Ron noticed his action and turned around to see Hermione, who was smiling through her tears. "I forgive you, Ron." Hermione rushed over and gave him a real hug.

Ron pawed his hands, not knowing where to put them, and finally patted Hermione on the back: "Okay, Hermione, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I should have figured it out long ago. That bastard Louis won't say anything good. He must have made it up to trick me!" Hermione said, turning her head and giving Louis a blank look.

"Don't you want to ask me whether I did it on purpose or by accident?" Louis asked with a smile.

"I know you did it on purpose without having to guess!" Hermione waved her fist at Louis. "As compensation for this bad behavior, you have to sign my document on treating house-elves well!"

"Okay, I'll sign it." Louis spread his hands.

Hermione came prepared. She took out the paper and handed it to Louis.

Without saying a word, Louis used magic to print his name and added a golden star.

"Since you are sincere, I will forgive you!" Hermione raised her chin proudly and said with some pride.

Louis drew three periods in his mind.

"Do you want me to teach her a lesson, Little Deer?" Catherine's voice suddenly rang out: "I think she's been a little too proud lately and has forgotten what it feels like to be a fuchsia."

Hermione immediately turned around and sat up straight, like a primary school student.

There is always a catch. In front of Catherine, Hermione never dared to raise her head.

After a while, the main course was removed and replaced by dessert. Louis really liked the milk jelly this time. The cool, sweet and rich milky flavor made him unable to stop.

"Which house-elf did this? Check it out." Louis tilted his head and said to Sakuya Izayoi on his right.

Sakuya nodded and took out her notes to write them down in her notebook.

The first rule of the maid's code is to always keep in mind the master's preferences.

As for where the Maid Rules came from, we can only say that our head maid compiled them herself. Christasza has been studying this rule recently, and she is having a hard time.

After finishing the dessert, Dumbledore stood up. At the same time, an atmosphere of excitement and nervousness filled the hall, and everyone was whispering and guessing what the next program would be.

"The moment has finally arrived," said Dumbledore, smiling into the faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I would like to explain a few things to you before bringing the box in."

"I would like to explain our programme of activities for this school year, but first allow me to introduce two guests, for those of you who may not know them. This is Mr Zlatan Lovegood, Acting Head of the Department of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic."

"That's my dad! That's my dad!" In the Ravenclaw seat, his daughter Aike Lovegood cheered happily.

There was warm applause from the Ravenclaw seats. After all, Ako was a third-year student of Ravenclaw. To some extent, Big Eevee was also a Ravenclaw.

After the enthusiastic applause died down, Dumbledore pointed to the person on the other side and introduced: "This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Physical Education."

There was a lot of applause welcoming Mr. Bagman. After all, he was once a well-known Quidditch player. Most importantly, he looked so festive and friendly. Few students would dislike someone with such a strong and friendly aura.

"Mr. Lovegood and Mr. Bagman have worked diligently over the past few months to arrange the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore paused before continuing, "They will form the judging panel with me, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime to judge the champions' efforts."

When the students heard the word "warrior", the atmosphere became serious, and they seemed to be expecting Dumbledore's subsequent explanation.

He just smiled and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring the box up."

No one noticed that Filch had been lurking in a corner of the hall, and now he walked towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels, which looked very old. The classmates watched in fascination and talked excitedly.

Colin Creevey's younger brother Dennis, the bravest boy at the freshman sorting ceremony, stood on a chair in order to see more clearly. However, he was too small, and even when standing, his head was not much higher than others.

"The specific events for this year's Champions' Competition have been carefully reviewed by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," said Dumbledore.

Filch then placed the box carefully on the table in front of him. "They also make a lot of necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects in total, taking place at different times throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways - their magical talent, their courage, their reasoning skills - and of course, their ability to overcome danger."

After hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and it seemed that everyone stopped breathing.

"As you already know, there will be three champions participating in the competition," Dumbledore continued calmly, "one for each participating school. We will score them based on the quality of their performance in each competition item. After the three items are completed, the champion with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup. The champion will be selected by an impartial selector, which is the Goblet of Fire."

At this, Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times. The lid creaked slowly open. Dumbledore reached inside and pulled out a crudely carved wooden goblet, unremarkable in itself, but its cup was filled with dancing blue-white flames.

In order to let everyone in the hall see the goblet clearly, Dumbledore closed the box and placed the goblet on the lid so that everyone in the hall could see it clearly.

"Every student who wants to run for the Champion must write his name and school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet. Twenty-four hours later, at this time tomorrow, we will announce the candidates for the competition." Dumbledore said, his eyes sweeping across all the students in the hall, the blue flame in the goblet dancing on his half-moon lenses, "In order to prevent some underage students from signing up for this dangerous event, I will draw an age limit around the goblet after it is placed in the entrance hall. No one under the age of seventeen can cross this limit."

Dumbledore's words were like a stone, stirring up a thousand waves. The Weasley twins reacted most strongly. George shouted, "You don't trust us! Headmaster!"