Chapter 555: Warriors

"What do you mean, what will we know?!"

"Look out the window!" Harry said suddenly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Several people hurriedly turned their heads, and outside the hut, Hagrid had straightened up and turned away.

If he blushed just now, then compared to his face at the moment, it is nothing at all.

Everyone stood up cautiously to keep Hagrid out of sight, and peeked out the window.

They saw Madame Maxim and the Beauxbatons students just coming out of the carriage, apparently preparing to go to the feast.

He couldn't hear what Hagrid was saying, but when he spoke to Madame Maxim, his expression was fascinated and his eyes were foggy.

"He's going to the castle with her!" Hermione said angrily, "I thought he was waiting for us!"

Hagrid didn't even look back at his cottage before he walked with Madame Maxim across the field with heavy steps.

Beauxbatons' students followed, trotting to keep up with their big steps.

"He's in love with her!" Ron said in disbelief, "Ah, if they had children in the future, it would surely set a world record, and I dare say each of their children weighed a ton." ā€

A few minutes later, the five of them came out of the hut on their own and closed the door.

I didn't expect it to be so dark outside, so everyone wrapped their cloaks more tightly and walked up the slope of the lawn.

The topic remained on Hagrid, and everyone couldn't believe it.

"I have to admit that the French girls were great, and it wasn't strange that Hagrid was hooked. ā€

"That's right, especially those two sisters who have the blood of Meiwa, they are called Fleur and Gabrielle, right?!"

"Hmph, that's what you boys think?!" Hermione said dissatisfied, staring at Aven, who didn't speak.

Evan subconsciously shook his head, he realized that Hermione had been unusually sensitive since last night.

Did she find something?!

Or, what is the misunderstanding?!

This is really bad enough, these girls are really a headache!

By the time they reached the lake, Durmstrang's delegation had just disembarked from the boat.

Krum and Karkaroff walked side by side, and the other Durmstrang students followed in a sparse manner.

Ron looked at Krum excitedly, but Krum didn't squint and didn't look at the few of them.

When they walked into the candlelit auditorium, it was almost full.

The Goblet of Fire had been relocated, and it was standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff's desk.

Fred and George seem to have embraced their defeat, their jaws bare again.

"I wish it was Angelina. "Fred said as Aven, Harry, Ron, Colin and Hermione sat down.

"Me too!" Hermione said holding her breath, "Ah, we'll find out soon!"

The Halloween dinner seems to be taking a lot longer than usual, and perhaps because it's been two days in a row, everyone doesn't seem to like the elaborate and sumptuous dishes as much as usual.

The people in the auditorium kept looking around, and every face showed an anxious expression.

Everyone fidgeted, and from time to time they stood up to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.

Everyone was eager to finish the food on their plates and find out who exactly was chosen as a warrior.

Finally, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the voice in the auditorium suddenly rose a lot.

Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the Great Hall fell silent again.

On either side of Dumbledore, Karkaroff and Lady Maxim looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else.

Ludo Bagman smiled and winked at the students of the various schools, while Mr. Crouch looked so bored that he could say he was a little bored.

Evan saw his gaze linger on Moody for a moment, then on Snape, then Karkaroff and Dumbledore, and there seemed to be some kind of hatred in his expression that could not be concealed.

After being confirmed by the live map, at the moment, Crouch is the most likely to be a fake of Barty Crouch Jr.

Of course, it is also possible for him to pretend to be someone else to sneak in, which is not easy to say.

It is impossible for Evan to keep an eye on the map all the time, and the map is not omnipotent.

If you have enchanted your name like Keresis, or have magical protection like Durmstrang's ship, the Living Spot Map will work, and you won't be able to mark their names.

In fact, it doesn't matter who Barty Crouch Jr. pretends to be, Evan is ready.

He had spoken to Keresis about it, and was sure that he would get the necessary help.

If the other party still follows the original plot, then he will sneak into the maze at the last moment,

If there are any changes, you can also adapt to the situation at that time.

If necessary, Dumbledore will definitely take action and will not let things deviate too far.

"Please note, the Goblet of Fire is about to be decided!" Dumbledore said, waving his hand downward, "I guess it'll take another minute, listen, after the names of the Warriors are announced, I want them to go to the top of the Great Hall, walk down the staff desks, and into the next room, where they will receive initial instruction!"

He pointed to the door behind the faculty member's desk, and everyone looked there in unison.

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and waved it heavily.

Instantly, all but the candles in the jack-o-lantern were extinguished.

The Great Hall was in a half-light and half-dark state, and the Goblet of Fire now emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything in the entire Great Hall, and the blue-white flames that burst into the sparks were almost glaring.

Everyone watched, waited, and many kept looking at their watches......

Without warning, the flames in the Goblet of Fire 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 and looked at the note.

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

At this point, the flame reverted to blue and white.

"Warriors of Durmstrong!" he said in a clear and powerful tone, "it's Victor Klum." ā€

In an instant, applause and cheers swept through the auditorium.

"Not surprising at all!" shouted Ron.

Victor Krum stood up from his Slytherin table and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore.

He turned to the right, walked along the faculty 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!" (to be continued.) )