Train to Another World.

Chapter 526 Goblet of Fire

However, although.

The headmaster of Durmstrang was defeated by a second-year student at Hogwarts in an absolutely crushing manner. Although Dumbledore finally stopped the other party from wanting to take the headmaster's head off and take credit for it at the Ministry of Magic, he sincerely apologized.

But the more sincere Dumbledore's apology was, the more uncomfortable everyone in Durmstrang felt.

The three major magic schools in Europe were always unwilling to give in to each other. Although the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament was very hasty, the other two schools still came ready to fight, in fact, just to compete and see who was better.

Durmstrang has classes in the Dark Arts, and looking at the other two schools was like looking at flowers in a greenhouse. I was a little disdainful of them, but unexpectedly, I got off to a good start before the competition even started.

Although Beauxbatons was not the target, after seeing Li Zhuoguang's strength, all the teachers and students of Beauxbatons were in a heavy mood. With such a monster in the other school, what kind of event would it take to have a chance of winning? A beauty pageant?
Especially Madame Maxime, when she saw the magic wand in Li Zhuoguang's hand, a look of horror appeared on her face. She felt a phantom pain in her right hand and almost cried out.

It was not until Dumbledore saw that Madame Maxime looked a little unhappy and explained in a low voice that she breathed a sigh of relief.

At night, the students of the other two schools were a little lifeless, but the students of Hogwarts were very happy. Even the students of Gryffindor were more pleasing to Li Zhuoguang.

During the dinner, two directors of the Ministry of Magic came to Hogwarts to announce the competition. However, this time, there was not only them, but also a team of Aurors escorting an iron box.

The iron box was carried to the table of the staff seats and opened by Dumbledore himself. He took out a cup burning with indigo flames from it.

"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, the Goblet of Fire."

"Every student who wants to run for the champion must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," Dumbledore said. "Aspiring champions can register within 24 hours.

Tomorrow night the goblet will choose the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight the goblet will be placed in the foyer where any student who wishes to participate can touch it.

Of course, for safety reasons, people under the age of seventeen are prohibited from signing up..."

When they heard this, the teachers and students from the other two schools all looked up excitedly, with surprise on their faces. If there was an age limit, wouldn't the monster be unable to participate? But soon, they found that they were too happy too early.

"Ahem." Barty Crouch cleared his throat and interrupted Dumbledore's speech. He then nodded apologetically to Dumbledore and continued, "According to the original intention of the Ministry of Magic, for the sake of everyone's safety, young wizards under the age of seventeen are prohibited from signing up for the Triwizard Tournament. But..."

At this point, Barty Crouch glanced at Li Zhuoguang: "However, the Ministry of Magic also believes that the Triwizard Tournament has not been held for more than a hundred years. Many young wizards with extraordinary talents should not be restricted by age.

Anyway, the Goblet of Fire is the most fair selector, isn't it? It will select the most outstanding young wizard. By the way, the winner of this competition can get a prize of 1,000 gold Galleons. "Hearing this news, the whole hall was boiling. After all, except for some people, 1,000 gold Galleons is already a huge sum of money. The young wizards didn't know what they would have to face as a warrior to participate in the competition. At this time, when they thought of 1,000 gold Galleons, their chests were burning.

A large, skinny black dog was panting as he passed by the castle lawn. When he heard the cheers coming from the hall, a trace of human nostalgia appeared on his skinny face.

Soon, he shook his head and carefully walked around the castle in the dark and came to the greenhouse behind the castle. If he remembered correctly, there was a secret passage leading to the castle.

Although many years had passed, he still knew the secret passages in the castle. His plan was simple: hide in the secret passages during the day and sneak out at night to find food and look for Wormtail.

But when he passed by the chicken coop of Hagrid's hut, he found that the roosters inside were attacked by something and two of them were dead. He thought about it and decided that since they were already dead, he might as well take them to the secret passage and roast them.

He jumped into the chicken coop, opened his big mouth, picked up two dead chickens and prepared to climb out of the chicken coop. But he was too thin, and the roosters that Hagrid fed were abnormally fat. He tried to jump out of the chicken coop three times, and made some noise.

Hagrid walked out of the hut after hearing the sound, and saw a black shadow running away with two chickens in its mouth. Although he was tall, he was not a fast runner, and it seemed that he could not catch up.

In addition, his modified small umbrella and stone crossbow were both in the house, and it was too late to go back and get them, so he could only let the black shadow take away the chickens he fed.

Hagrid looked back at the chicken coop and decided to reinforce it after getting up early every day to feed the twelve-legged Pegasus of Beauxbatons. Thinking of the Pegasus, he thought of that strong and beautiful figure.

Then Hagrid shook his head. Although he now owned a dragon farm, his mindset had not changed. He just felt that he was just a gamekeeper, not a teacher in the school, and was not worthy of the headmistress of Beauxbatons.

The voting time was 24 hours in total, and the majority of people could see their own situation clearly, except for a few who didn't know how to count, such as a Weasley whose eyes were blinded by gold Galleons. Most of the votes were cast by the best students from the three schools.

As for Li Zhuoguang, who was the focus of Slytherin, or Hogwarts, he did not vote at all. There was no other reason, it was just laziness.

Li Zhuoguang was not anxious, but Malfoy was anxious. Seeing his good elder brother was so unmotivated, he was so anxious that he scratched his head. If his elder brother was not motivated, how could he make progress? If his elder brother was not motivated, how could he lead his family to success?

He held the parchment with Li Zhuoguang's name written on it in his hand, and waved it in front of the Goblet of Fire several times, but he didn't dare to throw it in. First, he was not sure whether it would be effective if someone else threw it on his behalf, and second, Li Zhuoguang saw through his intention and waved his fist to warn him.

If he really dared to vote for him, Li Zhuoguang promised to use his proud platinum-blond hair as a mop to mop all the toilets in the school clean. Having been with Li Zhuoguang for so long, Malfoy knew that Li Zhuoguang never boasted.

(End of this chapter)