At half past five, it was getting dark. Phoenix is almost recovered, and is crowded around for Halloween feasts - and more importantly, for the announcement of the school's warriors.

When they 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. People were talking about Phoenix a few hours ago, really crossing the age threshold that Dumbledore had set with his own hands.

As he passed by the Gryffindor table, he grimaced at Hermione and told her he was okay. At the time, Phoenix knew that Hermione was anxious, but he was too tired.

The Halloween dinner seems to be going on for a lot longer than usual. Perhaps because there were banquets for two days in a row, not many people liked the sumptuous dishes that were carefully prepared. 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. Draco smirked, his head held high and looked down at the other houses. The warriors of Hogwarts must and can only be Phoenix.

"It seems that your friends are confident. I think it's all you, your magic should be the magic Animagus from the previous "Transfiguration Today", right?" Andre didn't know whether to compliment him sincerely or falsely, and he couldn't wait to ask the question he cared about.

"There's always something new. He ate his dinner slowly, without answering him directly. Andrei didn't expect him to answer like this, so he didn't know where to open his mouth at all, and continued to ask. In the end, I can only sit in place and wait for the announcement of the warriors.

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. 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 of Fire is about to make a decision," 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. ”

He pulled out his wand and waved it heavily. Instantly, all but the jack-o-lanterns were extinguished, and the auditorium 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, waited—a few people kept looking at their watches—

The flames in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out. Then, a tongue of fire burst 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 warrior," he said in a clear and forceful tone, "is Victor Klum." ”

At this time, applause and cheers swept through the auditorium. Victor Krum got 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!"

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 Delacul!"

The girl, who resembled a girl, stood up gracefully, shook her silver hair, and walked lightly between the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuff tables.

"Oh, lo and behold, they're all disappointed. Melinda said in a commotion, nodding to the other Beauxbatons representatives. Phoenix thinks it's too much of an exaggeration. The two girls who were not chosen burst into tears, buried their heads in the crooks of their arms, and wept sadly.

When Fleur Delacour entered the next room, the auditorium fell silent again, this time with a thrill that could be tasted. Now it's the turn of the Hogwarts Warriors.

At that moment, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, the sparks exploded, and the tongue of fire soared high into the air, and Dumbledore pulled a third piece of parchment from the tip of the tongue.

"Warriors of Hogwarts," he said exclaimed, with a look on his face, "Phoenix Peverell!"

The cheers on the Slytherin table were deafening. Every Slytherin was jumping up and down, screaming, stomping, and Phoenix walked past them, smiling without much excitement on his face, as if everything was as it should be.

"Well done, since you earned it yourself—" Dumbledore whispered to Phoenix as he shook hands. The other two principals on the stage had a somewhat gloomy face. They didn't dispute or rejoice that the Hogwarts warriors weren't old enough.

On the contrary, in terms of the way he signed up, he was far more threatening than the seventh-year Hogwarts students.

In the end, it was the home game, and the cheers for Phoenix lasted for a long time. People from other houses were worried that they would break the table, especially someone like Warrington, who could shake the plate upside down by slamming it so hard that there were quite a few Slytherins. It was a long time before Dumbledore quieted everyone and listened to him.

Phoenix came to a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on either side. In the fireplace across from him, the fire was blazing. When he entered, all the faces in the portrait turned to look at him. He saw a crumpled witch swooping out of his frame and into a nearby frame, where a male witch with a walrus beard was on it. The crumpled witch began to quietly bite his ear.

Victor Krum and Fleur Delacour gathered around the fire. Against the backdrop of the flames, the impression of those two figures was particularly strong. Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bent over something, slightly distancing himself from Fleur. As he walked in, Fleur turned her head and shook her long, waterfall silver hair.

"It's you. She was surprised for a moment, then smiled.

"Do you know me?" Krum would have come to his senses at this point, and his face had changed from listless to gloomy at the sight of him.

"The Headmaster has mentioned you many times, and I've heard that you crossed the age line by turning into a fire man, how did you do that? Tell me?" Fleur secretly used her unique magic to make people look particularly charming and sewitching.

"Well—I—not really," Phoenix pretended to hesitate as he slowly approached her. Fleur's gaze looked behind him, and Harry walked in.

"Do they want us to go back to the Great Hall?" she thought he had come in to deliver the message.

"Ah, let me guess. Harry certainly wasn't here to run errands, was he?" Phoenix looked at him with a complicated expression. On the one hand, his appearance disturbed his plan to take advantage of Fleur, and on the other hand, he should not be here.

"It's not me—I don't—" Harry was a little confused, staggering at Phoenix's words.

There was a rush of footsteps behind him, and Ludo Bagman walked into the room. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.

"It's so bizarre," he whispered, squeezing Harry's arm, "it's absolutely bizarre! Two gentlemen—ma'am," he said to the other three, as he walked over to the fireside, "and let me introduce you—as incredible as it may seem—this is the fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament!"