"Hagrid, how did you end up like this?"

After organizing the language for a long time, Alan finally reluctantly asked a sentence that didn't affect the atmosphere much.

It's not his problem at all, but Hagrid's appearance is really a bit beyond normal people's imagination - how to look at the style of painting in a fluffy suit, that tie is quite British style twenty years ago, as for the most tragic hair, it looks like someone has made a basin of glue on it, if it weren't for the lack of wounds on his face, Alan would have thought that he was attacked by someone.

"Uh, well, it's just a little bit of ,..."

Almost for the first time, Alan saw Hagrid, a giant, change his former bold image and become embarrassed, and he had to say a word for a long time. Before Hagrid could finish, his side was already clear—what could be the reason for such a big change?

With a wicked smile, Alan looked at Hagrid and then at the carriage behind him—when he was done, the half-blood giant's face turned red, and the picture was not too pretty.

Thinking that he would have to go to the Forbidden Forest to get some ingredients or something, he gave up on continuing to read Hagrid and turned to look at Harry.

"Why just the two of you, Hermione?"

"I went to check the information, she suddenly lost her temper today because of the house-elf thing-" Harry shrugged his shoulders and looked puzzled, but he quickly reversed the subject, "By the way, Alan, did you succeed?"

It was a no-brainer, but Alan understood it at once—no doubt Harry was asking him about the Triwizard Tournament registration to cheat Dumbledore's age line.

Well—Alan snorted, not telling him what he was doing, and after saying hello to Hagrid, he headed straight for the Forbidden Forest—he hadn't solved his meal problem yet!

——

At suppertime, a listless Alan returned to the castle from the library.

When he walked into the candlelit auditorium, it was almost full. The Goblet of Fire has been relocated. It was standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff's desk - it was clear that the registration period was now closed, and the actual contestants were still to be chosen.

Many of Allen's friends were whispering and asking Alan about his confidence in the election - Alan could only take the trouble to express his confidence in these kindnesses, and questioned that these guys were completely using this question to avenge their behavior after noon.

However, the question of who was chosen as a Champion was clearly the most concerned at the moment, which led to the fact that the food carefully prepared by the group of elves was completely unpopular, and all but the food on the Hufflepuff table was declining at the same rate as it had always been.

This phenomenon was quite puzzled by the Castrobusche students who had formed a table with Allen and them, and they were extremely surprised why a group of Hufflepuffs were so heartless and happy to eat at such an important juncture—so one of the Castrobusche students directly voiced his doubts.

"Do you see Allen over there?" the student he asked put down his dishes and pointed at Allen.

"Well, I see, that guy played everyone at noon!" Obviously, the students of Castrobusche still remember Allen's sassy operation vividly, and recognized Allen at a glance, and were quite surprised why the guy hadn't been killed after such a big prank...

"It's fine if he hadn't thrown it in - everyone saw it at noon, Alan threw his name in, so what do we have to worry about?" the Hufflepuff raised an eyebrow, looked at the other man with a reasonable expression, and then got a roast chicken leg.

——

At the end of the meal, when all the plates were cleaned, the atmosphere seemed to be heated to the highest temperature all at once - after there was no food to stop the people's chatter, the talk of the Goblet of Fire and the Triwizard Tournament covered the entire auditorium, and of course, the most crucial word, the warrior was mentioned countless times.

As Dumbledore stood up, the scene fell silent, and people turned their attention to Dumbledore's location - there, the four headmasters and two officials of the Ministry of Magic were putting on various expressions in front of many students at the moment, but it was clear that people's attention was on Dumbledore at the moment.

"Alright, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision," Dumbledore said, "I reckon it will take another minute." Listen, once the Warrior's name is announced, I want them to go to the top of the auditorium, walk down the faculty desk, and enter the next room—" he gestured to the door behind the faculty desk, "and they'll get initial instruction there. ”

With a loud swing of Dumbledore's wand, a red light flickered across the head of his wand. Instantly, all but the ones in the jack-o-lanterns were extinguished, which were not very decorative, and the sight would have been shocking to a normal person, but Alan didn't know why Hogwarts didn't use the more convenient electric lights at the moment.

Although there is a light extinguisher, but one by one to extinguish the lights is obviously not as handsome as extinguishing the candle - besides, the light extinguisher is a magic prop after all, in case of damage, if you have to pull the light first, it will be spicy eyes...

Spit and complain, but this extinguishing candle really focused everyone's attention entirely on the brightest light source, the Goblet of Fire—as soon as the auditorium fell into a state of semi-light and half-darkness, the originally faint flames of the Goblet of Fire began to rise gradually, and finally released a dazzling light, becoming the most dazzling existence in the auditorium—the blue-white flames bursting with sparks were simply dazzling, but few of the people present were willing to take their eyes off. Everyone watched and waited - many people kept looking at their watches, expecting a minute to pass quickly.

The minute passed quite quickly, and with a slight crackling sound, the originally pale blue flames gradually turned bright red, and some visible sparks erupted from the quilt, making Alan quite curious about what magical magic the people behind had enchanted this substrate.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, a tongue of fire rushed directly into the sky, and a fragment of parchment with obvious scorching marks on the edge was directly sprayed out, and then easily caught by Dumbledore - at that moment, countless eyes circled the trajectory of the parchment, and finally landed on Dumbledore's hand, anxiously waiting for him to announce the name on the parchment.

"Durmstrang's warriors," he said in a clear and powerful tone, "is Thea Smith." ”

Alan couldn't help but look towards Windsor—she glanced at Allen, then looked around at her classmates, walked away from the Slytherin desk, and walked around the faculty desk.

Did this girl really get it?

Her strength evaluation is actually higher than those adult guys?

Alan blinked and thought about it, but his thoughts were soon interrupted by the noise of the crowd - as the parchment of the second chapter appeared.

"The warriors of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "it's Fleur Delacour!"

Well, this one hasn't changed—Alan watched as Fleur deftly walked around and toward the room next to the faculty desk.

"The warrior of Castrobusche is Bruce Maika!"

This time it was from the Hufflepuff table - it had only been a day since we met, but this Alan knew him.

It's very simple - it's a comic, and it seems to be the most funny existence.

Could it be that Castrobusche's strength is directly proportional to the degree of comics?

The Hufflepuffs were unsparing in applauding the comics who had just spent the day together, and when Bruce Maika entered the next room, the auditorium fell silent again, and this time the silence was filled with excitement that could be tasted. Now it's the turn of the Hogwarts Warriors...

However, most people still focused their eyes on Alan - no way, judging by the level of activity and fighting over the years, even Slytherin was convinced.

This kind of gaze almost embarrassed Allen, but fortunately he was thick-skinned, otherwise he would have blushed.

Fortunately, the Goblet of Fire moved quickly—as the Goblet of Fire turned red again, the spark burst again, and the familiar tongue of fire leapt high into the air, and Dumbledore pulled a fourth piece of parchment from the tip of the tongue.

"The warriors of Hogwarts," he exclaimed, "it's Alan Robint!"

Alan stood up, ready for applause.

Five seconds passed, and only a small voice came from the audience, which caused the people from the visiting schools to be stunned - what happened, there was infighting at Hogwarts?

However, this atmosphere was soon broken - laughter erupted from a few people around Allen, and then quickly spread, and the Hufflepuff table, which was still holding its expressionless face, began to burst into laughter, and then the laughter began to spread unbridled throughout the auditorium.

Then, the belated applause and cheers flooded the auditorium, and Allen smiled and silently looked at the smiling students, and began to identify and record the most cheerful ones who laughed - Eun, Marshall, the twin brothers, the seventh-year Hufflepuff male prefect, Lee Jordan...

No need to ask, these guys remembered the feud at noon, and then they stirred up the crowd to prepare for a revenge on him in the evening.

As for it?

Alan asked himself silently, and then gave his own answer - of course, as for ah, didn't he remember the name of the little book on his side?

At the moment, those colluded guys are still frowning at each other, completely unaware that they have been put on the list.

A few of them seemed to be thinking about shouting, but the laughter and noise were so loud that they were completely drowned out - as for the remaining three schools, apart from Castrobusche's homely look, the other two schools could only make an awkward but not rude smile...

"Great!" Dumbledore said cheerfully as the noise finally subsided, "Alright, now all four of our champions have been chosen. I know I can count on all of you, including Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and the rest of Castrobusche, to support your warriors with all your might. By cheering on the Warriors, you will also contribute a lot to this event—"

Alan listened quietly, ready to wait for Dumbledore to finish speaking before going to the room over there.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore was robbed of the spotlight - because the flames in the Goblet of Fire turned red again. The sparks crackled and burst out. A long tongue of fire suddenly burst into the air, and a piece of parchment was held out of it.

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but open their mouths wide, even Allen was no exception.

What are you kidding - there is actually a fifth person?

It's not enough for the triwizard to twitch a table of mahjong, you have to make up the table and kill the three kingdoms?

Dumbledore seemed to subconsciously reach out a slender hand and grab the parchment. He held it up far away, glaring at the name written on it. There was a long silence, Dumbledore glared at the note in his hand, and everyone in the Great Hall stared at Dumbledore. Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud—

"Harry Potter!"

Alan began to observe the audience—the first object of suspicion was Sirius.

However, this suspicion was quickly dispelled by Alan himself - Harry had been staying with Sirius, and if Sirius could be replaced, there was no doubt that there was no need for a replacement on Voldemort's side, and it would be nice to just get Harry away.

So who did it?

Alan scanned the audience, but unfortunately found nothing - it was obviously impossible for the other party to leak anything at this time.

But fortunately, Alan still has a way to detect it, and the map of the living point is in his hand, but don't think about using it at the moment - there are too many people on the scene, and the dots marked with names are all stacked together, and they can't be distinguished at all.

Just wait for the evening - when everyone goes to rest, he checks the map one by one, and he can't believe that he can't find the guy who hides his head and tail!

But now we can only wait for Dumbledore to take care of things, and I don't know if Harry's kid is scared.

With this thought in mind, Alan looked in the direction where Harry was - at this moment, his face was pale, his eyes were blank, and his expression was confused, as if he was doubting who he was...

After a long time, Harry finally came to his senses, "I'm not, I didn't, I really didn't put my name in it." ”

The voice was slight, but it was heard by many in the silent auditorium at the moment - out of the corner of Alan's eye, he saw Professor McGonagall standing up from the guest of honor, walking briskly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, whispering eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear, Dumbledore listened and frowned slightly.

Poor kid - scared silly.

Alan looked at Harry and saw that he was looking at him for help.

What could I do? I was surprised, too! I didn't do it—see what use I am, Dumbledore has to deal with it!"