I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Louis is a little jerk and he knows it.

He never changes his behavior despite repeated admonitions. He always puts on a frivolous smile every time, but he makes the same mistake again the next time. Catherine is so angry that she is stunned, but he just won't change.

After dinner, Louis had nothing to do, so he followed the trio to see Hagrid.

His blasting-tailed skrewts were indeed growing well, and they burned hands mercilessly.

Speaking of which, this thing is quite big now, almost as big as a calf.

Perhaps only Hagrid could allow this thing to grow so wildly.

It would be a shame not to raise pigs, raising cows would be fine - but then again, Hagrid is not short of Galleons, and given his talent for raising magical animals, Snape would have to ask him for help whenever he had something to do.

He is the only one who can wholesale the venom of the giant spider, and there is no other like him.

Outside Hagrid's hut, they also saw Madame Maxime. The way Hagrid looked at Madame Maxime was just like the way Harry looked at Zhang Qiu and Ron looked at Fleur, as if there was some magnet attracting them, and those black beetle-like eyes were full of admiration.

Spring is here, and Hagrid's hut is filled with the scent of hormones...

Ahem, that’s too far off topic.

Louis's sister also planned to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, but the strict age limit discouraged her.

Elizabeth clenched her fist in indignation and said that she would definitely participate in this competition when she was in seventh grade!

Yes, five years from now she would be in the seventh grade and would be able to attend the next Triwizard Tournament - if it could be held as scheduled.

Louis grabbed Hagrid, Ron and the other two and played cards in the cabin for a whole day, the kind that involved sticking notes. By the time they came out of Hagrid's cabin, it was already dark.

This was a bit of a misstep, Louis muttered to himself, tightening his robe. The autumn wind was still a bit chilly, and it felt a bit bone-chilling when it blew on his body.

"Are you cold?" Catherine said, and snapped her fingers lightly. A small blue flame rose at her fingertips, immediately dispelling the coldness from Louis' body.

One of Lihuo's applications should be considered a new function developed under Louis's guidance - heating.

As the name suggests, it can dispel the coldness around.

Louis has always been puzzled as to why Catherine could snap her fingers while wearing gloves. He has tried many times wearing Catherine's gloves, but the gloves are very slippery and cannot form any friction at all, let alone make any sound.

It is dinner time now. After dinner, the warriors will be announced. A group of people came to the candlelit auditorium and sat down. The place was crowded and full of people, all of whom came to eat or watch the fun.

The Goblet of Fire had been moved and was now on the staff table, on Dumbledore's table. Fred and George had been restored to their original state, and they looked cheerful, obviously accepting the fact that they had failed.

Geminis are always very open-minded. If they can go, they go. If they can’t, then forget it.

"Oh, I really hope it's Angelina." Fred said casually, then he felt a little cold on his back. He turned around and saw that it was Catherine sitting next to Louis. She was raising her eyebrows and ordering food on the card.

"Me too!" Hermione almost held her breath at this point, "Oh, don't worry, we'll know soon."

"You can do it too, Miss Wally." Fred changed his tone quickly. Admitting defeat quickly is one of the few advantages of Gemini.

Catherine waved her hand without comment and said anything.

After Fred said this, Hermione also noticed Catherine. She tried to explain awkwardly: "Well, Catherine, I also hope you will be chosen."

"I'd be happy if you could say the same thing behind my back, Miss Beaver." Catherine placed the card on the table and tapped it twice, and the card disappeared with a whoosh.

Hermione immediately stopped talking, turned around and started ordering food for herself, trying to make herself invisible so that Catherine would forget about her.

The word "Miss Beaver" reminded her of the fear she had when she was dominated by Catherine's upside-down fuchsia.

Ever since Louis established his position as a professor, Catherine was no longer as aloof and distant towards her classmates. In the past two years, Hermione had also forgotten what a terrible woman Catherine was at the beginning.

How did that saying come about? It was the harmonious society that saved you... If it weren't for Louis, the grass on Miss Beaver's grave would be five feet high.

The whole dinner seemed to be extremely long, and everyone seemed to be indifferent to the dishes in front of them, even though this banquet was more sumptuous than ever before. People in the hall kept craning their necks to look, and every face showed an anxious look. Everyone seemed to be fidgeting, and from time to time they stood up and looked in Dumbledore's direction to see if he had finished eating so that he could announce the candidates for the Triwizard Tournament.

Finally, amidst everyone's anticipation, the dinner came to an end. After the students finished their meal, after nothing attracted their attention, the noisy buzzing of the crowd resumed, even louder than before.

Dumbledore stood up, and the students who noticed his action stopped whispering in unison as if they had agreed to do so. In an instant, the entire auditorium became silent.

Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on either side of Dumbledore looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else. Ludo Bagman smiled and winked at students from various schools, while Mr. Lovegood had a calm expression, staring at his daughter Akko with a doting look in his eyes, looking like a complete daughter slave.

"Well, I know you can't wait any longer. Now that twenty-four hours have passed, our Goblet of Fire will make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I estimate it will take another minute - listen, after the champion's name is announced, I want them to walk to the top of the hall, walk along the staff table, and enter the next room."

He pointed to the door behind the faculty desk. "They'll get some initial instruction there."

After saying that, Headmaster Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it vigorously. With his movement, all the candles except those in the pumpkin lanterns went out, and the hall suddenly fell into a state of semi-light and semi-darkness. The Goblet of Fire now emitted a dazzling and brilliant light, brighter than anything else in the entire hall, and the blue-white flames leaped, just as eye-catching as Akiyama Mio's thing.

Everyone was watching and waiting intently; a few people who couldn't wait kept looking at their watches.

"Almost there." Lee Jordan whispered. He was not far from Louis, and Louis could clearly hear his muttering.

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and sparks flew out. Then, a tongue of fire suddenly shot up into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from it - everyone in the hall held their breath. Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away so that he could read the words on it by the light of the flame. At the same time, the flame returned to blue-white.

"The champion of Durmstrang," he said in a sonorous voice, "is Viktor Krum!"

"—Not surprising at all!" Ron shouted. As a loyal fan of Viktor, he did not hesitate to express his enthusiasm.

Immediately afterwards, applause and cheers swept the entire hall. After all, as a big star in the Quidditch arena, Viktor was very popular among his classmates at Hogwarts.

Viktor stood up. His prisoner hairstyle did not hide his popular nature at all. He strode towards Dumbledore. When he reached him, he shook hands with the three headmasters in turn. Karkaroff obviously thought highly of this student. He spoke excitedly for a long time before letting Viktor follow the staff table and enter the next room through the door pointed by Dumbledore.

"Great! Viktor!" Karkaroff shouted loudly, as if he was afraid that the whole auditorium couldn't hear him. "I knew you were destined to be a warrior. Come on!"

The applause and cheers continued until the flame of the Goblet of Fire turned from blue to red again.

Suddenly, tongues of fire spit out a piece of burnt parchment.

"The champion of Beauxbatons—" Dumbledore stretched out his voice: "It's Fleur Delacour!"

Fleur stood up from Catherine's side gracefully, shaking her silver hair, and walked lightly and nimbly between the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables.

"Look, they're all very disappointed." Hermione said in a complicated tone amid the noise. In fact, she used the wrong word "disappointed". Two girls who were not chosen were already in tears, and one of them even fainted from crying.

"How pitiful." Harry commented in a low voice. He hated to see beautiful young ladies crying.

Louis could feel that his hand was a little painful. It was Catherine who was holding him. From the strength, he could feel that Catherine was not very calm at the moment.

After Fleur entered the next room, the hall fell silent again. This time, even a fool could sense the excitement surging in the silence. The first two were the champions from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, so it was obvious that the third one must be the champion from Hogwarts.

At this time, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, and the flames almost licked the ceiling. Dumbledore quickly removed the fluttering parchment from his forehead.

"The Champion of Hogwarts—" Dumbledore yelled, and Louis felt more pain in his hand.

He turned his head and saw Catherine staring at Dumbledore without blinking, her eyes full of expectation and desire.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "Cedric Diggory!"

"Oh no!" Ron shouted loudly, and he subconsciously looked behind him.

Catherine was still staring at Dumbledore in a daze, without any movement, and even the strength of squeezing Louis' hand disappeared. After a moment, she turned her head and looked at the table calmly, but Louis could clearly feel his girlfriend's sadness at this time.

He said nothing, but reached out and gently stroked Catherine's back.

But in the hall, except for the Slytherins, all the students were jumping up and down, screaming, cheering, and stomping their feet. Louis sighed and waved to the Slytherin students, and everyone started cheering for Cedric.

The proper structure must be maintained. Hogwarts cannot engage in infighting. Peace is the most important thing.

Cedric stood up, and walked forward with a smile on his face. He shook hands with the three principals and walked towards the room behind the staff desk.

After all, it was Hogwarts' home ground, and the cheers for Cedric died down after a long time.

"Little Moon..." Louis whispered Catherine's nickname and stroked her head gently with his hand.

Catherine smiled lightly and said casually, "Why, do you think I'm lost?"

"Ah, that's not the case." Louis touched her soft and smooth hair and said softly, "I'm in a bad mood now. Do you think we should smash the Goblet of Fire?"

Catherine was stunned for a moment, smiled brightly, reached out and hugged Louis' arm, and whispered in his ear: "Let's let this cup go, after all, it is hundreds of years old."

"It should be replaced precisely because it is hundreds of years old!" Louis said viciously, "I see that it is too old and dim to recognize people. It didn't even choose my little Moon, but chose the pretty boy Diggory..."

"Well, we are all classmates at Hogwarts, so it doesn't matter who we choose." Catherine rubbed Louis' face with her cheek and said with a smile, "It's just a competition, don't take it so seriously..."

Although he said so, Louis could still hear the strong reluctance in his words.

Yes, it was indeed difficult for Catherine, who had always been arrogant, to accept such a blow. It was unexpected that she could behave so open-mindedly.

Louis looked up at Dumbledore and found that Dumbledore was also looking at him. The moment their eyes met, Louis noticed that Dumbledore blinked at him quickly.

Then Dumbledore stood up and gestured for everyone to be quiet.

"Great." Dumbledore said happily, "Well, now our three champions have been selected. I know I can completely trust all of you, including the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. You will definitely go all out to support your champions. By cheering for the champions, you will also make a great contribution to this event. I think that a successful Triwizard Tournament cannot be held without your support!"

Having said this, Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and everyone saw what had attracted his attention.

The flame in the goblet turned red again——!
The flames crackled and splashed, and a long tongue of fire suddenly jumped into the air, holding up another piece of parchment.

Dumbledore subconsciously reached out his hand and grabbed the parchment. He looked at the paper in his hand with a serious expression and was silent for a long time. The students in the auditorium were frightened by his serious expression. They didn't dare to breathe and stared at Dumbledore intently.

Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud the name on the note.