From day to evening that day, many Hogwarts students tried to break through Dumbledore's magic, and even Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had a few students who wanted to prove themselves in this way. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But most of them failed, not even the cup of the Goblet of Fire was touched, a few Durmstrang students were trying, Karkaroff sat at the long table, holding a glass of rum he brought from the school and tasted it comfortably, but after they failed, the man's face became worse and worse, until he broke out, and began to scold with some lack of grace, so that those students did not dare to raise their heads, perhaps because he thought that this was not the school, Karkaroff relented and stopped talking, but the chill in his eyes still lingered, and it was predictable that these poor, disgraced students of their own school (in Karkaroff's opinionWhen you go back to school, you won't have any good fruit to eat.

It is also worth mentioning that Harry Potter of Gryffindor also put his name into the cup with his own efforts, but unfortunately, it was noon, and most of the students were on their lunch break, as long as a few people cheered and applauded in the auditorium.

Other Slytherin students, the Gryffindor Quidditch Chaser - Anlilina Johnson and Hufflepuff Cedric Diggory tried to throw their names into the Goblet of Fire.

The students all succeeded, and they all received cheers from their respective houses when the parchment slips were thrown into blue-white flames, splashing red sparks.

One student after another went up to try it.

I don't know when it began, the floor near the entrance of the auditorium began to refract a pale golden light, the setting sun began to emit its last afterglow, and evening came, when the last student who was eager to try reluctantly accepted the consequences of failure, shook his head, and left from the red line, a thick and heavy bell rang from not far away, and the bell rang six times in total.

The clock rings at six o'clock in the afternoon, which means that today's dinner is about to begin, and the Warriors are about to be announced.

Since then, students and teachers have been pouring in through the door, some panicked and hurried for fear of being late, and some of them are strolling around and seem quite comfortable, such as the Weasley brothers, who are now fully engaged in Malfoy's order, and are quite light on the selection of the Goblet of Fire.

The students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang also approached the auditorium in an orderly manner under the leadership of the two principals and took their seats one by one.

If there are careful people, they will find that Durmstrang has fewer students, and it is estimated that this is Karkaroff's punishment for those students, which also reflects his confidence in his protégé - Victor Klum, after all, if the Warriors are not present when the name of the Goblet of Fire is spewed, it will be really embarrassing to the extreme.

After all, last night, all the students from the two schools had already signed up.

Soon, the setting sun sank completely below the horizon, the last faint glimmer of pale golden light was hidden, and the auditorium was filled with candles. The Goblet of Fire had now been deactivated, and under Professor McGonagall's supervision, the janitor Filch had moved the cup, and it was now standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff's desk.

At this time, the students are eagerly waiting for the final result, and are constantly whispering, discussing who the possible warriors are.

"Maybe it's Cedric. At the Gryffindor table, Hermione said speculatively, she was used to thinking rationally, she was concentrating on the activities of S.P.E.W these days, and she didn't care too much about the Goblet of Fire, she was still thinking about holding the Goblet of Fire, and it also increased the workload of the house-elves - the dishes that were constantly being carried to the table did not know how much more time the house-elves would work.

"Hogwarts certainly didn't protect the rights and interests of house-elves according to the eight-hour workday. She was still thinking in her heart that Hermione was still used to using Muggle laws to do the work of these house-elves.

"It's him, I can accept it now, as long as it's not someone from Slytherin who plays for Hogwarts, and the nasty Malfoy has his name thrown his name in. Ron sighed and tapped his knife and fork on the long table, he had gone with Harry to sign up, but he had failed, and after a few steps he couldn't move an inch, and then he had gone back the way he came.

"Of course, it's better if Harry can be a warrior. He said heartily.

"Thank you. Harry responded, and no one noticed that his hands under the table suddenly clenched into fists, and under the cover of his robes, it was impossible to see that his legs were actually shaking.

"Yes, yes? Hermione reacted and said with a forced smile.

"I still can't figure out why that girl fell in love with him. Ron said gloomily that Flemban would not have been so difficult to accept even if he chose Cedric when choosing the guide that day, but she chose Malfoy, and even seemed quite proactive.

He hatefully stuck a piece of lamb chop with his fork, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it vigorously, as if this would release his jealousy.

Perhaps because of the dinner party for two days in a row, the enthusiasm of the students for these sumptuous foods was not so high, and the people in the auditorium kept looking around, and every face showed an anxious look. Everyone fidgeted, and from time to time they stood up to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.

But the kind old man ate slowly, as if he was deliberately whetting his appetite, and laughed with the other two headmasters.

After a long wait, 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. Karkaroff and Lady Maxim on either side of Dumbledore 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.

"Alright, the goblet will have to be decided," Dumbledore said, "I reckon it will take another minute." Listen, after the names of the Warriors are announced, I want them to go to the top of the auditorium, walk down the faculty desks, and into the next room—" he gestured to the door behind the faculty desks, "and where they will receive initial instruction. ”