I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 261 Some evil things came from this side.

That evening, when everyone returned to the auditorium.

The auditorium's decorations had changed again. Because it was Halloween, a large swarm of live bats flew around the enchanted ceiling, while hundreds of pumpkin figures peered at everyone from every corner.

The benches were almost full of people.

The Goblet of Fire had been moved; it now stood on the faculty desk in front of Dumbledore's empty chair.

The Halloween dinner seemed to last much longer than usual, perhaps because with two consecutive days of banquets, people weren't as excited as usual.

People in the auditorium craned their necks to look, and every face showed anxiety.

Everyone was restless, constantly standing up to look through the small door next to the platform to see if Dumbledore had come over yet.

Even the Halloween-themed songs performed by the Hogwarts choir led by Professor Flitwick were no longer of interest to anyone.

"Undeterred by hardship or trouble~"

"The boiling foam in the pot has now formed into a surging tide."

"Undeterred by hardship or trouble~"

"Some evil thing is coming from this side~"

A strange tone, accompanied by bursts of frog croaking.

A few candles on the stage glowed green, instantly creating a Halloween atmosphere.

"Salamander eyes, frog toes~"

"Bat hair and dog teeth~"

"The viper's tongue is like a forked earthworm's thorn."

"Lizard's Feet, Owl's Wings~"

"Undeterred by hardship or trouble~"

"Some evil thing is coming from this side~"

"Snap!!!"

A thunderclap that resounded across the sky exploded.

Then came the torrential snow, which fell like goose feathers.

The wind raged across the land, affecting both Hogwarts and the town of Hogsmeade at the foot of the mountain.

This occurred on the very night a grand party was being held in the castle.

In a remote corner of Hogsmeade Village, from a dry well, suddenly came the sound of cursing.

"I really don't know why the secret passage leads here!"

The voice was very sharp, accompanied by a strange tone, and it spoke indignantly.

The sound alone makes one wonder if something capable of making such a sound could be human.

It leaped out of the dry well.

"Oh! Damn, it's snowing. This awful place is freezing!"

He was exhaling white breath.

And beneath him, another one crawled out.

The creature had gray hair, a wrinkled forehead, a large and sharp nose, and two long and pointed ears.

"Just do your job, Alan!" he said.

It opened its mouth and revealed a mouthful of sharp teeth.

Both creatures were very short, roughly reaching only the calves of an adult wizard.

With just one glance, the wizard could identify them.

Two fairies!

"Don't cause trouble. The goblins haven't appeared here for over a hundred years. If we're discovered, it will attract attention, especially from Dumbledore!"

The old elf frowned at the mention of Dumbledore's name.

For them, the headmaster of Hogwarts was undoubtedly a huge problem.

"So what?" The young fairy named Allen scoffed, a glint of light in his eyes. A talisman on his chest gleamed.

He straightened his clothes.

It was a leather armor with an armor plate made of an unknown metal on the chest.

In addition, he was wearing a metal helmet on his head.

Pointed ears that are showing.

"More than a hundred years have passed. Even Dumbledore was only born then. No one knows the history of that castle anymore," Allen said dismissively. Standing on the rock beside the dry well, he gazed at the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle on the mountain.

A strange red light flickered in his eyes.

"Be careful, Allen! Be even more careful! Don't attract anyone's attention before you get those things."

The old fairy was clearly very dissatisfied with Allen's performance.

He said gruffly, "Dumbledore is no less powerful than his predecessors; on the contrary, he's far more cunning! Do you think we're dealing with that Black?"

"Put the hood up!" it roared.

Upon hearing the sound, the young man, though indignant, still clutched the hood behind his head.

He wrapped his head up tightly.

The two then joined together, wrapped themselves in thick black robes to hide everything beneath, and quietly walked along the marble streets into Hogsmeade Village.

"Undeterred by hardship or trouble~"

"The boiling foam in the pot has now formed into a surging tide."

"Undeterred by hardship or trouble~"

"Some evil thing is coming from this side~"

"Quack! (The Last Toad)"

With a croaking sound like a toad, the choir's performance officially came to an end.

At this moment, the three principals, along with Grindelwald disguised as Vice Principal Durmstrang, the Minister of Magic, the Vice President of the Federation, and a large group of other high-ranking officials, finally emerged from the small door and appeared on the stage.

They were talking to each other, or whispering to each other.

Everyone is waiting for the Goblet of Fire to choose a warrior.

About five more minutes passed.

The blue glow of the Goblet of Fire suddenly became brighter.

At this moment, Dumbledore stood up and waved his hand down, "Attention everyone, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision!"

"I estimate it will take another minute. Listen, after the Warriors' names are announced, I want them to walk to the top of the auditorium, then down the faculty desk, and into that room next door where they will receive their initial instruction!"

He pointed to the door behind the faculty desk, and everyone turned to look in that direction.

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and waved it dramatically.

Immediately, all the candles except those in the jack-o'-lantern went out.

The auditorium was suddenly plunged into a state of semi-darkness. The Goblet of Fire now emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything else in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames that sputtered sparks were almost blinding.

Everyone watched and waited, many constantly checking their watches.

Without any warning, the flames in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red again, and sparks crackled and flew out.

Then, a tongue of fire shot into the air, and a piece of charred parchment flew out from it.

Everyone in the auditorium held their breath, staring at the note.

Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away so that he could read the words on it by the light of the flame.

Then, the flames returned to their blue-white color.

"The warrior of Durmstrang!" he said in a clear and forceful tone, "Viktor Krum."

Instantly, applause and cheers swept through the entire auditorium.

“Not surprising at all!” Ron shouted. “Krum, well deserved.”

"Oh right, what about Owen and Hermione?" He turned his head to look at Harry.

"I don't know, I haven't seen them all afternoon," Harry replied.

Then Viktor Krum, who was sitting on the Slatlin bench, slowly got up.

He glanced at Grindelwald on the podium with a rather complicated expression, at the indifferent-looking man.

It felt like a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on my heart.

Then, I turned right, walked along the faculty desk, and went through that door into the next room.

The applause and chatter gradually subsided, and everyone's attention was once again focused on the Goblet of Fire.

A few seconds later, the flame turned red again.

The second parchment, propelled by the flames, leaped out of the cup.

"A champion of Beauxbatons!" said Dumbledore. "It is Fleur Delacour!"

Upon hearing this, Furong gracefully stood up and tossed her silvery hair.

Amidst the complex gazes of the Beauxbatons wizards, he walked toward the next room.

Hogwarts applauded her enthusiastically, especially Harry and Ron.

But Beauxbatons wasn't as lively; apart from her sister Gabrielle shouting with joy, no one seemed to care about her.

After Fleur Delacour entered the next room, the auditorium fell silent again.

This silence was thick with an intense, palpable excitement; now it was the Hogwarts' turn...

"It must be Angelina! It must be Angelina!" Harry prayed.

As the face of Gryffindor, their only remaining champion is Angelina, who now serves as the Quidditch captain.

"Hey, why can't it be us?" Gemini said unhappily.

"Alright, alright." Ron said with a long face, arguing with his two older brothers. He had just received a letter from his mother, in which she scolded him severely, saying that he was being delusional and shouldn't think about sponging off his parents. She said that there was no treasure or secret in the family, and the only secret might be that the family was so poor that they couldn't afford to eat.

"Even if you could cast your names into the Goblet of Fire, it wouldn't choose either of you, because you're not good enough!"

Ever since the twins broke Old Deng's spell.

Nearly a hundred people in the castle cast their names into the Goblet of Fire.

But putting in the effort doesn't guarantee you'll be selected.

The Goblet of Fire will take into account the strongest junior wizards in the school.

"What did you say, Ronald?" The twins narrowed their eyes, their dangerous gazes instantly fixed on them.

Ron, unfazed, retorted sharply.

It looks like a big battle between Weasleys is about to unfold.

Suddenly the Goblet of Fire turned red again.

Sparks flew, and flames shot high into the air. Dumbledore pulled the third parchment from the tip of the flames.

"The Champion of Hogwarts!" he cried out, "Cedric Diggory!"

"Oh no!" Ron exclaimed.

The cheers from the table next to them were deafening; every Hufflepuff was jumping up and down, screaming and stomping their feet.

At that moment, Cedric walked past them with a bright smile on his face and headed toward the room behind the faculty desk.

After Irving, Granger, and even Harry were confirmed not to become warriors, Cedric was indeed the best.

No one questioned the strength of the Hufflepuff class commanders around them.

However, what upset the Gryffindors was why the champions of Hogwarts weren't from Gryffindor.

Even so, the Gryffindors, who stood with Hufflepuff, still applauded him, even though Ron always called Cedric a pretty boy.

Because he's too handsome. And he always causes them trouble in Quidditch matches. Although it doesn't always work, his constant adjustments to tactics and creation of new strategies still give Harry and his friends a lot of headaches.

Thankfully, Hogwarts isn't hosting the Quidditch Cup this year, and thankfully Cedric will graduate next year.

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The applause for Cedric had not yet completely subsided, and the Hogwarts crowd was still cheering.

Then the Goblet of Fire made noise again.

Sparks crackled and popped, and then a scorched parchment landed in Dumbledore's hand.

"Iphamoni," he announced loudly, his gaze instantly falling on the silver-haired girl, "Koyatl Stewart!"

In an instant, as if a fire had been extinguished, the deafening applause in the entire auditorium stopped by more than half, and they all tacitly withdrew their hands.

The young wizards at Hogwarts paled in surprise, most of them scoffing at the unbelievably beautiful girl.

It seems that what happened this morning has already spread throughout the entire school.

Even Slytherin expressed their dissatisfaction with that woman.

Their theory is quite simple.

At Hogwarts, there is only one house that can swagger around, and that is Slytherin.

Where did you come from, daring to steal our thunder here?

In the Great Hall, besides the young wizards of Evamony clapping their hands enthusiastically, even Professor Yurali seemed somewhat uneasy.

However, the girl with the strange name Koyatl didn't seem to notice the sudden quietness around her.

She rose with a cold laugh and strode past the podium like a deity surveying ignorant mortals.

"Alright." Seeing the sudden chill in the Great Hall, Dumbledore looked away, and with his cheerful voice ringing out again, the atmosphere in the Great Hall finally returned to normal.

"Now that our four warriors have been chosen, I know I can completely trust all of you, including Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and the other students from Ilfamoni. You will all give your all to support your warriors. By cheering on your warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event."

talking.

Suddenly Dumbledore stopped talking, and everyone could tell what had caught his attention.

The flames in the Goblet of Fire turned red again, surging wildly, and a long tongue of fire suddenly shot into the air, carrying a piece of parchment on top of it.

Dumbledore instinctively reached out a long, slender hand and grasped the parchment.

He held it far away, staring at the name written on it.

A long silence followed. Dumbledore stared at the note in his hand, and everyone in the Great Hall stared back at him.

This is truly astonishing; all four warriors have been chosen, so why is parchment still appearing in the Goblet of Fire?

In an instant, Moody stood up on the platform.

His demonic eyes spun wildly.

The other two principals also looked rather grim.

As for Babajid Akinbad of the Federation, he was more shocked.

Barty Crouch frowned.

Is there something wrong with the Goblet of Fire?

You should know that this thing has been kept in the Ministry of Magic. If there is a problem, it is the Ministry of Magic's problem.

A few seconds later, Dumbledore cleared his throat in the silence and called out loudly, "Hermione Granger!"

???

ha?

Is Hermione a warrior?

Almost instinctively, everyone turned to look at the Gryffindor bench.

Ron and Harry sat there, dumbfounded.

The twins stared wide-eyed at Dumbledore in disbelief.

For a moment, they thought they had misheard; Hermione had become a warrior?!

It wasn't until they saw countless gazes directed at them that they realized it was real.

"Haha!!! We won!"

After being completely bewildered at first, Harry snapped out of it and started opening champagne halfway through the game—no, he opened champagne before the game even started.

Then an astonishing commotion erupted from the Gryffindor benches.

"Long live Granger!" someone shouted.

"Long live Gryffindor!"

Then, as if on cue, all the Gryffindors shouted, "Long live Granger!"

"Granger is our king!!"

"We're going to win! We're going to win!!"

No one doubted Miss Granger's strength. As the leader of Hogwarts, Percy once said that unless five or six seventh-year students ambushed her from around the corner, he couldn't think of any way to defeat Granger.

While Gryffindor was overjoyed, the other houses were completely out of control!

Two Slytherins immediately stood up and shouted, "They cheated!"

"That damn Mudblood used the same despicable methods as that Weasley to get his name into the Goblet of Fire."

"We demand that she be kicked out—"

Before he could finish speaking, a Gryffindor wizard stood up and retorted, "Bullshit! Who do you think you are, pointing fingers like that!"

"Come on, I'll throw your name into the Goblet of Fire. See if the goblet even acknowledges you then?"

The Gemini, who were inexplicably dragged into this mess, looked up at the old lion—Merlin's coffin lid—and thought, "Are you mocking us?!"

Yes or no!

"Hmph—a cheating academy, daring to do it but not daring to admit it? Then tell me how old she is this year. If you're even a little bit smarter!"

"What's it to you? If you're so capable, why don't you break through the magical limitations left by Dumbledore! In the end, you're just trash. All you do is rage impotently, you're a disgrace to Hogwarts! I propose that Slytherin be expelled from the school!"

"What did you say?!"

"What did I say? Are you deaf?"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!!! A bunch of despicable bastards, lowly bloodlines are never any good!"

"Oh dear! Look, he's panicking—he's panicking—he's-panicking."

"grass!"

At this point, everything has lost its meaning.

There's no need to dwell on the grudges we've kept hidden for over half a year.

Grab your weapon and get him.

"Torn to pieces!!!"

A dazzling spell flew from Slaterlin House, blasting the chair Gryffindor was sitting on to smithereens.

Many first and second-grade wizards were caught off guard and were slammed to the ground.

"Beat him up!" the twins roared, casually tossing a bunch of black iron balls from their pockets—their new creation: miniature fireworks. They could be lit in a room to create a small fireworks display.

However, at this point, the test was probably not yet complete, and the sparks were enormous, burning many Slytherins.

The next second, the Hufflepuffs sandwiched between the two houses, in perfect unison, pulled out spells and cast armor charms while moving towards the Ravenclaws who were leaning against the wall.

Sigh—they're all used to it.

The two academies clash several times a year, and the badgers have long since learned from their experience.

(End of this chapter)