At this time, Dumbledore's eyes inadvertently glanced slightly in the direction of Slytherin's table, and exchanged glances with Malfoy.

Dumbledore then pulled out his wand and waved it heavily.

In an instant, except for the jack-o-lanterns hanging above the students' heads, the rest of the candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a state of half-light and half-darkness. The Goblet of Fire now glowed brighter, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames that burst into sparks were glaring. Everyone watched and waited...... A few people kept looking at their watches......

The flames in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out. Then, a tongue of fire leapt into the air, and from it flew a piece of charred parchment—everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Dumbledore took the piece of parchment and held it far away so he could read the words in the light of the flames. The flames reverted to blue and white.

"Durmstrang's warriors," he said in a clear and forceful tone, "is Victor Krum." ”

The auditorium suddenly remembered thunderous applause, no matter which school the students were, they all applauded this warrior from the bottom of their hearts, but he himself looked a little excited, maybe because the cold was not completely cured, he stood up haughtily, and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore, then turned to the right, walked along the staff desk, and entered the next room through the door.

"Great, Victor!" Karkaroff roared, and despite the loud applause in the auditorium, everyone could hear him, "I know you're meant to be a warrior!"

Karkaroff looked overjoyed now, he had been a little worried about Krum's physical condition before, but now that the Goblet of Fire had spewed out his name and the dust had settled, he was a lot more relieved.

The applause and conversation gradually subsided. Now everyone's attention was once again focused on the goblet, and after a few seconds, the flame turned red again. A second piece of parchment burst out of the cup, propelled by flames.

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

Fleur stood up very calmly at this time, and her and Madame Maxime's expressions were relatively indifferent, which was also what they expected.

It's just that the other Beauxbatons students didn't feel very well, and even a few female students were so emotional that they burst into tears, buried their heads in the crooks of their arms, and whimpered sadly.

"I know you'll be in that room soon, too. Fleur paused as she passed the Slytherin table, flicking her silver hair as if on purpose, and smiling at Malfoy.

"Thank you. Malfoy replied simply.

Fleur then walked straight into the next room.

After that, the atmosphere in the Great Hall was even higher, because after the second Champion was chosen, it meant that the home Hogwarts Champion was about to be born.

At the Hufflepuff table, many students were looking at Cedric expectantly, and he himself took a deep breath, his handsome face seemed calm, but the slight beads of sweat on his forehead and his clenched fists still revealed his current mood.

He was nervous.

The situation in Slytherin was similar, and the students were all looking expectantly and nervously at the leading figure of the House who had helped them achieve multiple glory, but the person who was being watched behaved slightly differently.

Malfoy seemed very calm, and he didn't know if he had absolute confidence in himself, or if he didn't care about the result at all.

"Warriors of Hogwarts," Dumbledore exclaimed, "it's Draco Malfoy!"

"Oh my God!" Ron covered his face in pain, not wanting to accept the reality.

Hermione, on the other hand, looked at the Slytherin table with a complicated expression, not knowing what words to use to comfort Harry now.

It seems that my heart is also a little happy?

"I'm going to talk to Professor Dumbledore about the treatment of house-elves!" Hermione shook her head, throwing the somewhat "happy" feeling out of her mind and thinking about how to save the house-elves who had lost their freedom.

The Slytherin table erupted in an astonishing burst of cheers, and the screams and stomping of their feet were contagious to all the students at a table.

There were even some students who made a lot of provocative gestures in the direction of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, and these days several houses are full of gunpowder, as long as the more competitive players among the players who signed up are mentioned, the students of several houses will quarrel, but now is the time for Slytherin House to enjoy the fruits of victory.

This blatant provocation did not subside until Dumbledore coughed a few times.

"Congratulations, Malfoy. As he passed by the Hufflepuff table, Cedric said kindly, by this time his hands had been loosened into fists, adjusted his emotions, and calmly accepted the result, looking very personable.

"I'm just a little bit lucky. Malfoy said modestly, and his heart was also a little complicated: "Everyone is rushing to the warrior seat, who would have thought that after obtaining it, what would happen in the future?"

What was lost was a temporary glory, but because of this, he picked up his own life, which should be a suitable deal.

It's just that this "exchange" is only known to Malfoy himself, and when he says it, it will only be regarded as crazy words similar to Professor Trelawney's routine, and maybe it will be understood as "ridicule" by the people in front of him.

"You have to thank me, if I hadn't been a warrior, I would have died. Once such words are spoken, it is impossible for a person with good cultivation not to be angry.

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

But Dumbledore stopped talking, and everyone could see what had caught his attention.

The flame in the goblet 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.

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. ”

Moody, the mad-eyed man who was dozing next to the faculty seat, suddenly opened his eyes, a subtle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then quickly raised his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep again.

No one would have believed that Mr. Moody, who has always been decent, would show such a "treacherous" expression.