Harry Potter Raven's Claw

"Ding~Ding~Ding~"

As Dumbledore gently tapped the dining plate, the auditorium was silent in an instant.

The people in the faculty and staff seats were as nervous as the students in the audience. Except for Crouch, the leader of the Cooperation Department seemed a little interested, but he was a little bored when he was ready.

"Okay, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision." Dumbledore stood up and came to the Goblet of Fire. "Listen, after the Warriors' name was announced, I hope they can walk to the top of the auditorium and follow the staff seats to the room over there, where we will give them some preliminary guidance later."

After saying that, Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it sharply.

All the candles were extinguished in an instant, the Goblet of Fire became the only source of light, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a state of semi-light and half dark.

Suddenly, the light in the Goblet of Fire began to bloom, and the blue and white flame that burst out with Mars had even reached a dazzling level.

"It's coming soon!"

Franklin whispered, and he even held his breath deliberately, as if he was afraid that he would breathe too much and blew out the flames in the Goblet of Fire.

The flames in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red. As Mars burst, a tongue of flame suddenly jumped up, and then a piece of burnt semi-charred parchment flew out.

Dumbledore waved lightly, and the parchment flew into his hands obediently.

"Demstrong's Warrior." Dumbledore deliberately kept it a secret, and Kakarov, who was standing beside him, was sweating anxiously, "It's Wickor Krum!"

"Huh! I knew it would be him!"

Kakarov breathed a deep breath and said excitedly to Snape beside him with applause.

But Snape moved to the side in disgust.

At this time, applause and cheers had swept the entire auditorium. McC saw Clum stand up from the Slytherin table and walked listlessly to the next room as Dumbledore had told him.

"They didn't seem to be surprised at all," Franklin said to Mike as he clapped, "I don't understand. If they knew from the very beginning that the Warriors would be Crum, then what else were they doing, traveling?"

Following Franklin's gaze, Mike saw the Dermstrong students on Slytherin's.

They seemed to have expected this result, and they did not feel like they were defeated at all. After applauding, they continued to lower their heads and eat hard.

"I think you might guess right," Mike said.

At this time, the second piece of parchment also rushed out of the goblet of flames under the push of flames.

"The Warrior of Busbaton," said Dumbledore, "it's Fleur Delakure!"

There was another deafening applause and cheer. Amid these cheers, the elf-like girl Furong stood up gracefully, shook her silver hair, and walked lightly between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

And in the seat where she was originally sitting, the Boothpaton girls who had lost their election all lowered their heads, looking depressed, and a few of them were even crying.

"Oh! This is the reaction you should have!"

Franklin once again made his comments.

But this time no one has time to respond to him. Now everyone's attention is on the flames. Everyone knows that the next one is the Warriors of Hogwarts!

"boom!"

With the sound of flame erupting, another piece of parchment was sprayed out of the goblet of flame.

Dumbledore held the parchment in his hand, a smile appeared on his face, and then he quickly tightened his face and said, "As he said, "

"The Warriors of Hogwarts is Mike Tolley!"

"I knew it! I knew you could!"

Penelo hugged Mike and said loudly, but Mike couldn't hear what she was saying, and the cheers around him were deafening.

Every Ravenclaw student was jumping up and down, screaming and stomping his feet. Even Professor Flevy, who was in the staff seat, slapped the table and shouted, which scared Professor McGonagall beside him.

In contrast, Hufflepuff's long table was silent, and all the students were very disappointed.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment you get.

If they have not seen hope, they can still celebrate the winner as usual, but now...

"call!"

Cedric sighed deeply, stretched out his trembling hand and pulled away the classmate who was patting his back to comfort him and stood up.

Applause puffed up.

He shot very hard, which was particularly loud in the silence of Hufflepuff.

Hufflepuff everyone looked at him with surprise, but then everyone seemed to understand Cedric's meaning, and stood up one after another and began to applaud Mike.

"Hey! Mike!"

Cedric yelled suddenly.

Mike, who was walking towards the next door, heard the sound here.

Turning his head around.

"Don't embarrass me! You must win the top three cup!"

Mike smiled, he gave his thumbs up and pointed at Cedric!

"Oh, it's so touching! Cedric!"

Professor Pomona Sprout was wiping tears with his handkerchief. As the dean of Hufflepuff, Cedric failed to become a Warrior, but she couldn't help but shed tears when she saw Cedric's performance at this moment.

Dumbledore was also applauding, and he was proud that Hogwarts had two such outstanding students.

"Look at what I said, Cedric can't become a Warrior!"

Ron said to Hermione proudly.

However, Hermione was already tearful at this moment, and she had no intention of paying attention to Ron.

"Don't say that, Ron." Harry continued, "You also saw that Harry and Cedric are good friends. No matter who becomes the Warriors, they won't care."

After saying that, Harry lowered his head.

He didn't even register this time.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but that Dumbledore doesn’t allow it.

This made him very depressed.

This is not to say that he also wants to be the Hogwarts Warriors. He knows that with Mike and Cedric there, he will not be selected as the Warriors.

But Dumbledore's behavior still made him very depressed.

Seeing this, Ron immediately reacted. It was his own words that affected Harry. He was about to comfort him, but the light around him lit up again.

Ron turned around blankly and saw another piece of parchment in the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore instinctively reached out to catch the parchment and looked at it.

Then, I felt as if I couldn't believe my eyes, and then put the parchment paper away so that I could see more realistically.

Then he seemed to finally accept the facts, and opened his mouth slightly and looked at Harry, who was far away on the long table in Gryffindor, and said:

"Harry Potter."

...

As soon as these words came out, the entire auditorium was in an uproar.

"Dumbledore! What's going on!"

"Yes, please explain why there are two Warriors in Hogwarts!?"

Kakarov and Maxim had clouds on their faces and immediately stood up and accused Dumbledore.

"Please be careful, please don't be impatient, we'll talk about this later." Dumbledore pursed his lips and turned to Harry and said, "Harry, you go next door first."

Harry still looked dull, as if he hadn't heard it.

On the contrary, Ron next to him was so excited that he immediately hugged Harry and shouted:

"Harry is a Warrior! Harry is also a Warrior!"

Gryffindor around him then reacted and began to cheer.

Surrounded by the crowd, Harry was pushed out.

He walked forward in a daze, his cheeks getting hot.

After coming to Dumbledore's vicinity, he turned around and explained anxiously to Dumbledore:

"Professor Dumbledore, I don't..."

"Okay, you go in first." Dumbledore interrupted him and pointed his hand at the door not far away. "We'll deal with this later."

Looking at Dumbledore's serious expression, Harry felt extremely aggrieved. He held back his tears and turned his head and walked to the next door.

And at the same time, in the next room.

"Mike! I knew it would be you!"

Furong hugged Mike enthusiastically and gave him a gift.

Mike felt that Furong's cheeks were hot. I guess she felt like she was not as calm as she had shown before after being chosen as the Warrior.

"Thank you." After greeting Furong with a smile, Mike turned his eyes to Krum, who lowered his head and did not speak. "Krum, I'm glad to see you. Your game in the Quidditch World Cup is very exciting."

Krum, who was called to his name, raised his head, looked at Mike with some surprise, and quickly stood up and said in stuttering English:

"Nestumite Oil!"

"Seriously, I think you are a very talented Quidditch player," Mike continued. "Are you interested in working with my Los Santo Group and you can be our spokesperson."

"Emm, three grams of oil! Three grams of oil!"

Krum smiled awkwardly, and Mike understood as he saw this. He didn't understand what he was just saying.

"Okay, don't pay attention to him." Furong pulled Mike's arm, "Come on, tell me in detail, what happened after you were taken away by the Ministry of Magic that day?"

Mike gave Krum an apology look, and then was pulled away by Furong.

Krum exhaled a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat back on his seat.

Mike and Furong were chatting without a word, but their eyes kept glancing at the door.

His absent-minded look was not discovered by Furong. This is not to say how low Furong's emotional intelligence is, but it is just because Furong is really too nervous at this moment. Now she is only concerned about talking endlessly to divert her pressure.

With a creaking sound, the door was pushed open again, and Harry, who looked dazed, finally walked in.

"Oh, did they call us over?"

Furong smiled, she mistakenly thought Harry was a messenger.

However, Harry did not speak up, but looked at Mike blankly, as if he was looking at his only life-saving straw.

Tears were rolling in his eyes, but he forced them to hold them back.

Harry wanted to explain the matter clearly to Mike in one breath, but his throat was so sour. He opened his mouth for a long time before he spitting out two words with a crying voice.

"Mike..."

"Oh, Harry." Mike quickly broke free from Furong's hand, came to Harry's side, and secretly handed a handkerchief, "What's wrong with you?"

Behind Mike's tall figure, neither Crum nor Furong could see Harry's appearance.

Harry's tears finally fell down at this moment.

He took the handkerchief handed by Mike and wiped it silently, his other hand gestured in the air, muttering constantly:

"I don't...no...really..."

At this time, the door was opened again, and Ludobagman walked in with steady steps.

Harry seemed not to want them to see him crying, and rubbed his face randomly with his handkerchief.

"Two gentlemen, and this lady. Although it's incredible, I'll introduce you to you." Ludobagmann's face smiled and reached out to Harry's shoulder, and said in a slow speed, "This is the fourth Warrior in the Triumph Championship, Harry Potter."

When Ludo finally said Harry's name, he deliberately emphasized the pronunciation, which seemed to be introducing some finale.

Mike looked at Lu Duo deeply and didn't say anything.

Furong next to her suddenly burst out. She shook her long hair and said with a smile:

"This joke is funny, Mr. Bagman."

"Joker?" Bagman repeated, "No, no, this is not a joke, Goblet of Fire chose Harry. Hahaha!"

"This is obviously a mistake. There can only be one Warrior per school. Hogwarts already has Mike, so why does another Harry appear?"

"It's over, ma'am, I advise you to accept the facts." Lu Duo said in a long voice, "The Goblet of Fire's decision cannot be questioned."

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open again, and a large group of men including Dumbledore entered in a row.

"Professor Maxim!" Furong suddenly rushed to their principal, "They said this little boy would also participate in the competition!"

Hearing this, Harry's fists suddenly clenched, and his red eyes glared at Furong, obviously because he was angry with the words "Little Boy".

Ms. Maxim, the tallest in the crowd, had her chest fluctuated violently, and she suppressed her anger and said to Dumbledore:

"What the hell is going on, Dumbledore!"

"I want to know this too, Dumbledore," Kakarov sneered, "Hogwarts have two warriors? I don't remember anyone telling me that the organizer can have two warriors!"

Dumbledore ignored the questioning of these two people. He slowly came to Harry and squatted down, looked Harry in the eyes and said:

"Harry, I remember reminding you not to stuff a note into the Goblet of Fire."

"I didn't!" Harry suddenly became anxious, and tears appeared in his eyes again, "I swear I didn't, really!"

"Lying!" Snape came out more and more, "Don't think you can deceive everyone! Since the first grade, you have been constantly violating school rules, and this time you must have used a trick!"

"I don't!"

Harry's eyes were about to rush towards Snape's.

However, he was firmly held by Mike beside him.

"Calm down! Harry!" Mike whispered, then turned his eyes to Maxim and Kakarov. "The decision of the Goblet of Fire is unquestionable. Now you have only two choices, either participate in the competition or give up and withdraw!"