Magical Studies at Hogwarts...

Chapter 154 The Goblet of Fire

French girls seem to have a unique charm, especially when they smile, which makes people's mouths turn up involuntarily.

It's amazing what happened.

Among them, one girl stood out, with long, shiny silver hair that immediately drew the attention of many people upon her appearance.

After Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxime exchanged pleasantries for a while, Durmstrang's representative arrived.

A large ship rose from the surface of the Black Lake, which was very strange, just like a ghost ship in a novel.

Soon, with the anchor lowered, the large ship came to rest on the shore. In the light, everyone could see that these were a group of people completely different from Beauxbatons.

They were all wearing a kind of fluffy cloak, very tall, with a wild air about them.

The one in the lead was a little shorter, and his cloak was also silver-white.

Dumbledore embraced him warmly, appearing very enthusiastic.

"My dear old friend, Dumbledore! How are you?"

"Excellent, thank you, Karkaroff!"

"Oh, Hogwarts, it's so nice to be here." Karkaroff squinted, gripping Dumbledore's hands tightly.

"It seems a bit cold, Viktor! Come here!" Karkaroff waved behind him, "Come warm up..."

A person also wearing a fur cloak walked over, and everyone recognized him under the lights.

Viktor Krum!

The students were thrilled, especially those who had seen the Quidditch World Cup, who were completely stunned.

"One of the best Seekers in the world! Oh my god, I should have brought my pen!"

Krum heard the chatter and cheers, but as if he had seen it too many times before, his face remained cool and indifferent.

"Alright, let's go in."

Dumbledore beckoned Lady Maxime and Karkaroff to walk into the castle, with the students following behind. Durmstrang was surrounded by the largest crowd, with Krum in the very center, like a king surveying his domain.

In contrast, Beauxbatons was much more low-key, following Mrs. Maxime into the Great Hall and sitting down at the Ravenclaw table.

It seemed as if it had been planned in advance.

Durmstrang hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to Slytherin.

Once all the students had entered the auditorium and were seated at their respective college tables, the professors took their seats. Dumbledore, Mrs. Maxim, and Karkaroff were the last to ascend the professors' seats, and after Dumbledore gestured to the left and right, the two headmasters finally sat down.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and distinguished guests." Dumbledore stood on the stage, smiling as he looked down at the students filling the room. "Welcome to Hogwarts. I hope and believe that you will have a comfortable and enjoyable time here."

"The competition will officially begin after the banquet. Now, enjoy the food!"

With a clap of hands, a variety of food suddenly appeared on the long table, as usual. The difference this time was that there were many new and unfamiliar dishes.

"French-style mixed fish soup? German sausage? Air-dried lamb ribs?"

"What is this... foie gras!"

Some dishes whose names were only heard before appeared before the young wizards, who were extremely enthusiastic about them, especially at the Slytherin long table, where the snakes and Durmstrang representatives got along very well.

In contrast, the Ravenclaw table was much quieter, and even Stuart didn't speak loudly about the news he had heard as he usually did.

Especially in front of the prettiest and most charming girl in all of Beauxbatons.

"My God, she's so beautiful..." Stewart whispered, glancing at the girl again.

"Actually, you could do what Malfoy did. You could sit next to her and introduce Hogwarts to her," Ike said, savoring his foie gras. "You see, Malfoy and Krum seem to get along quite well."

"Ike..." Stuart glared fiercely at Ike, gritting his teeth. Ike chuckled and took a small sip from his glass.

An indescribable elegance.

But he didn't stay still for long. He could already vaguely feel the piercing gazes from the long table next to him, and he resumed his usual eating habits.

It's even more "rough" now.

After happily devouring a lamb rib, Ike raised his glass and smiled at Hermione. Only after receiving a satisfied look from the little witch did he breathe a sigh of relief.

This time, it was Stewart's turn to scoff.

As the dinner party drew to a close, Dumbledore stood up once again.

"I think everyone has been waiting for this moment for a long time, and it's finally here!"

"Before the three-way battle officially begins, I'd like to say a few words..."

"First, let me introduce our two guests: Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic, and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Sport at the Ministry of Magic."

"For the past few months, Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have been busy with the Triwizard Tournament. They will be part of the judging panel, along with Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, and myself, to evaluate the warriors' efforts."

"It seems everyone is getting impatient. Filch, please bring the box up."

Under everyone's gaze, Filch walked up carrying a magnificent box inlaid with jewels, head held high, seemingly very honored.

"Thank you, Filch." After Filch placed the box on the table, Dumbledore continued, "As you already know, there will be three champions participating in the competition."

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific competition events. The three warriors, representing the three houses, will compete at different times this semester, testing their abilities in various aspects: courage, reasoning skills, and most importantly, their ability to overcome danger."

"And the selection of the warriors, which everyone is most concerned about, will be chosen by a fair selector..."

"That is, the Goblet of Fire..."

Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped the box three times. With a series of clicks, a worn-out wooden cup was revealed.

Blue and white flames were burning fiercely above.

"Every student who wants to run for Warrior must write their name and school on a piece of parchment and drop it into this goblet," Dumbledore said. "You have twenty-four hours, during which time the Goblet of Fire will remain in the foyer, accessible to all students who wish to run for the title."

"but……"

"You should remember that we have a restriction: only students who are seventeen years of age or older are allowed to run for office."

"So, after the Goblet of Fire is placed in the foyer, I will draw an age line around it, and no one under the age of seventeen can cross that line..."

Dumbledore continued to emphasize the limitations and procedures of the election, but none of the young wizards below were listening; almost everyone's attention was focused on the burning goblet.

The same goes for Ike.

His gaze fell directly on the unremarkable surface of the Goblet of Fire, where the rough texture appeared entirely different to him.

It seemed as if a layer of brilliant color was faintly shrouded on it, slowly rising and transforming into a blue and white flame that burned fiercely at the mouth of the bottle.

Such magical transformations were something Ike had never seen before.

seem……

It is a kind of magic that is even older than ancient magic.

(End of this chapter)