Harry Potter Reborn

The auditorium illuminated by candlelight was already full of people.

The Goblet of Fire had been moved and was no longer in the foyer. Harry had not seen it when they arrived. It was now placed in front of the chair in front of the professor's desk.

After everyone was seated, three weird guys appeared at the front door of the auditorium.

They were wearing Hogwarts uniforms, but their faces were covered by scarves.

Like thieves, they sneaked to the Gryffindor table and sat down, taking off their scarves, but their chins were still wrapped around them, and their white beards were faintly visible.

The three of them are George, Fred, and Jordan.

"What's going on? Didn't you say I won't call you out for the next two days?" someone deliberately joked.

George said seriously: "If you don't see such a big scene with your own eyes, it would be a huge loss. And..."

He looked at the delicacies that began to appear on the table, picked up a chicken leg, took a bite, and said, "It tastes really good."

Tonight's Halloween dinner seems to be taking much longer than usual. Although the sumptuous dishes prepared today are more exquisite, everyone still feels that there is not much appetite.

People in the auditorium kept looking away, with anxious expressions on every face. Everyone was restless.

It seemed that the Ministry of Magic was very busy today. Dumbledore hurried over halfway through the dinner.

Dumbledore also knew how much the students below were looking forward to it. He quickly ate something and stood up.

With a wave of the magic wand, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the voices in the auditorium suddenly became louder.

They knew it was about to begin.

Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on both sides of Dumbledore looked equally nervous and full of anticipation.

Ludo Bagman seemed a little disappointed. He must be thinking that if Minister Dumbledore could not come, he would be the one to host the ceremony tonight.

Dumbledore took the wand and waved it again.

Immediately, except for the candles in the jack-o-lantern, all the other candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a state of semi-darkness.

The Goblet of Fire emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames bursting with sparks were even a bit dazzling.

Dumbledore said: "The last moment has arrived, and there is one minute left. The warriors are about to be selected. Please note that the selected warriors, after you are selected, please walk to the front of the auditorium and walk along the staff table.

, go into that room next door, see? You will get some guidance on the game there."

Dumbledore pointed to a hidden door at the back of the Great Hall.

Everyone nervously watched the changes in the Goblet of Fire.

Time is up!

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned crimson, and sparks burst out. Then, a tongue of fire jumped into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from it. Everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

breathe.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment, adjusted his reading glasses, held the piece of paper far away, and clearly read the name on it.

Hermione said: "I never knew that Dumbledore was farsighted."

Under the influence of the "Loud Voice" spell, Dumbledore's voice clearly spread throughout the auditorium: "Durmstrang's Champion, Viktor Krum."

At this time, applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium. Viktor Krum stood up from the Slytherin table. He first glanced at the Gryffindor position, hoping to see Hermione cheering for him.

picture, but his plan failed.

He turned to the right helplessly, walked along the staff table, and entered the next room through the door.

Ron was shouting: "Look, I told you a long time ago that Viktor Krum will definitely be chosen, he is the most powerful...!"

Ron didn't notice that many people looked at him a little unkindly.

They cheer for the game, not for a specific person.

Dean frowned and said: "Ron, do you hope that Durmstrang will win the Triwizard Cup?"

"Uh..." Ron smiled sarcastically.

After selecting a warrior, everyone became more anxious, while those who had signed up were even more nervous.

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

Ravenclaw location.

Fleur Delacour was very nervous, and her hands on the table were clenched so tightly that they turned white.

Zhang Qiu put his hand on the smooth back of Fleur Delacour's hand and comforted softly: "Don't be nervous."

Fleur felt inexplicably relaxed.

She exhaled and said, "Thank you, I'm much better."

Zhang Qiu asked: "What if you are not the selected student? Do you want to go back to school?"

Zhang Qiu wanted to let Fu Rong think about this aspect first, so that even if she was not selected, he wouldn't be too sad.

Furong said: "I heard..."

Before he finished speaking, the flames turned red again, and the second piece of parchment flew out of the cup, driven by the flames.

Dumbledore looked around and said loudly: "The Champion of Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour!"

The auditorium became noisy again.

Furong's beautiful eyes widened: "It's me, it's me."

Zhang Qiu smiled and said: "Congratulations, Delacour."

Furong gave Zhang Qiu a strong hug and said excitedly: "Thank you."

Zhang Qiu said: "Thank me for what I did. Well, it's time for you to go."

Fleur stood up with only grace. She shook her silver hair, which touched the hearts of many wizards. She walked with light steps between the tables of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

Walk through the room.

Zhang Qiu's smile faded and he frowned slightly: "It seems Hermione is right. She really has Veela blood. I almost wanted to kiss her just now."

"But it has nothing to do with me." Zhang Qiu wrinkled his cute little nose and thought.

When Furong walked to a certain place, she seemed to pause slightly, raised the corners of her mouth, showed a proud smile, and left with a "hum".

The Gryffindor area was a bit boiling.

"Did you see, my wife just smiled at me."

"You're crazy, that's obviously my wife."

The Beauxbatons students who were not selected were very sad, and two of the girls even buried their heads in their arms and burst into tears.

When Fleur also entered the next room, the auditorium became quiet again, and the excitement was strongest at this time.

There's only one left, the Hogwarts Warrior.

"I wish it was Angelina Johnson."

"I hope it's Gnaeus Vidal."

"Am I the only one hoping it's Harry Potter? He can even defeat the Dark Lord."

At this time, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks burst out, tongues of fire shot high into the air, and Dumbledore pulled out the third piece of burnt paper from the tip of the tongues of fire.

Dumbledore shouted: "Hogwarts, Harry Potter!"

The cheers were the warmest at this time. Even though Harry was usually indifferent to others, they still hoped to have a powerful person represent Hogwarts.

Hagrid's cheers on the professor's desk were deafening, Dumbledore smiled brightly, and Snape gritted his teeth, probably very angry.

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