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Chapter 519 Warriors

Although he hurried, the History of Magic class was almost over when Andrew ran back.

However, the professor was not angry - Sirius was the only official professor of History of Magic at the moment, and the rest were actually acting professors in their internship period.

Speaking of which, the professors were replaced this school year. The previous one was rotated to another grade, which can be regarded as a comprehensive arrangement for the students - Sirius is in charge of the teaching of grades five, six and seven, and the other substitute professors are rotated.

"Sorry, Professor, I'm late."

"It's okay," the professor nodded, "but you have to study this lesson well afterwards. Okay, get out of class is over."

He nodded to Andrew, handed him the lesson plan he had written for this class, and then left through the front door.

"Thank you very much, Professor."

Andrew took the lesson plan seriously, nodded, then turned and glared, making sure no one said anything weird - in fact, the student who tried to provoke him in front of him disappeared last year.

As for this year, it is even more impossible - starting from this year, the prefects will be selected by Andrew. It will be even more terrible next year, because all the prefects will join the student union after him...

"Before I knew it, I had become an old man in Hogwarts..."

Andrew shook his head, threw this strange idea out of his mind, and began to look for his roommates, preparing to return to the dormitory together - today was a day of rest and he would not go to the laboratory.

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"This photo of Fudge is really... a bit lousy..."

Andrew sat at the staff table, thinking this in his mind, but his face showed no sign of it.

Because Fudge was right next to him - yes, Fudge was right next to him, and on the other side was Mr. Flamel, who was so overly muscular that he was still surprised by it.

The tradition of the Triwizard Tournament is that the organizer sits in the center, with the other two headmasters on the sides. Although there is one more headmaster this year, Dumbledore's habit of sitting in the center has not changed - this also makes Fudge's position awkward.

However, the Minister of Magic didn't look embarrassed at all, and he almost took the initiative to ask to sit with Andrew - it was just a pity that although Andrew was willing to take care of him, when he started talking to Mr. Flamel, Minister Fudge really couldn't get a word in...

"Fortunately, he is a politician, so it's good to smile..."

After Andrew took care of him a few times, he finally decided to give up - Mr. Flamel had probably been cramming his dream weaving techniques in the past few days, and the questions he asked were very targeted and extremely useful.

"It's for the Ministry of Magic anyway... Fudge will convince himself. He is a mature politician after all..."

So he just laid out the problem and had a lively conversation with Mr. Flamel.

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"there…"

Ron whispered to Harry, "The Ripper was having a very pleasant chat with the Minister."

"It's him after all," Harry nodded, "and on the other side is Flamel. The Ripper and Mr. Flamel get along very well."

"Then if the alchemy class starts, he will be first again - Hermione won't be able to get first place anymore."

Ron answered in a pretended serious tone.

Although Hermione knew that her two friends were trying to make her laugh on purpose, she was still very angry at what they said.

"You two, don't learn from Fred and the others and tell bad jokes!"

Hermione said angrily, "Now it's time for the Warrior Selection, Warrior Selection!" "But it has nothing to do with us lower grades. Even Fred and George failed after several tests in a row. In the end, Taylor said he would give up on treating them, so he stopped - Dumbledore's restrictions cannot be broken at all."

Ron sighed, "Don't have too many fantasies, Hermione. Also, I advise you not to be too serious. It is said that today's warrior selection will be broadcasted. Fred and the others said that the two of them have been severely warned."

"I tried after all."

Hermione's expression was very serious, "And with your help."

"It's just the students' help. They're not even seniors. I can't duel with students above sixth grade on my own. Their magic power growth is too high."

Harry shook his head. "But anyway, we tried, right?"

He looked at the Goblet of Fire placed in front of Dumbledore and smiled - his name had nothing to do with that cup. Although he was also looking forward to it, he knew it was impossible.

'Even if Hermione goes up, it would be fine - but this is too outrageous. Compared with adult wizards, she has studied for too short a time...'

"Well," Dumbledore's voice sounded, suppressing all the noise and the thoughts of Harry and the others, "The Goblet of Fire is about to come out with the result."

"Listen, once the names of the warriors are announced, I want them to walk to the top of the auditorium and then walk along the faculty table to await the review of the judging panel and the blessing of Minister Fudge himself."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, Minister Fudge stood up and smiled at all the teachers and students. "Then please announce it quickly, Headmaster Dumbledore. I think everyone of us can't wait."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, then waved his wand - all the lights went out instantly, leaving only the flame of the Goblet of Fire, which suddenly rose up and illuminated half of the hall.

Four pieces of parchment flew out one after another and were caught by Dumbledore.

They are the four warriors of Beauxbatons.

After their names were called out, a crowd quickly formed in front of Andrew - he and Minister Fudge were too close.

"Fleur, is this Fleur? She looks like a doll indeed... I hope she doesn't dance... The dancing at the Quidditch World Cup is really harmful..."

But Andrew knew it was impossible - he was in charge, there was indeed a Christmas party, it was a tradition, and the Warriors had to lead the party...

"Why don't you find a way to take a leave? It's ok to just watch it sometimes, but watching the dancing girl will affect my study too much..."

He thought about it, but his expression didn't change.

Next came the Durmstrang warriors, and Krum, the chosen one, showed up without any surprise.

Then it was Hogwarts - the newcomers were ranked last for some reason.

But it's not a big problem, the representative of Hufflepuff is the most promising Cedric,

and then?
Andrew found the pause a bit long - no, Principal, this is only the second one, what's the problem?

Like the rest, he turned his gaze to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was thinking - but he seemed to have made a quick decision.

"Hogwarts Champion, Hermione Granger!"

???

No, Principal, did you make a mistake?
Andrew almost couldn't maintain the brain block, but he managed to hold on. He glanced at Dumbledore, then directly shifted his gaze out of the corner of his eye - no way, is it really coming?

(End of this chapter)