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"Why are they so excited? Isn't it just a Quidditch player?"

"Hermione, my God, why did you get here, Professor McGonagall wouldn't have an opinion?" Silver said, looking up just in time to see Professor McGonagall casting an inexplicable gaze at him.

"It's alright, I'm going back to the castle anyway, Professor McGonagall won't bother. Hermione didn't care.

As they walked through the foyer and toward the Great Hall again with the rest of the Hogwarts students, they saw Lee Jordan tiptoeing up and down, trying to get a better view of Krum's back. A couple of sixth-graders were rummaging in their pockets like crazy as they walked.

"Oh, I can't believe I don't have a quill—"

"You say, will he sign my hat with lipstick?"

"That's ridiculous!" Hermione said haughtily, "I don't understand what these people are thinking. ”

They walked over to the Ravenclaw table and sat down, but there were already guests at the Ravenclaw table to-day—the Beauxbatons students wrapped in scarves. Probably not used to the weather here at Hogwarts, there is a girl who still wraps her head tightly in a scarf.

"Don't you mind if I add a few chairs?" Silver asked the girl.

The girl glanced at Silver curiously, "Yes, please sit down, maybe we have your place." ”

The scarf was wrapped tightly, and the girl's face could not be seen clearly, but her voice was sweet and moving, with an indescribable charm.

Silver pulled a handful of hazelnuts out of his pocket and sprinkled them on the ground, and with a wave of his wand, a dozen wicker chairs appeared at the Ravenclaw table.

"Pretty transfiguration, do all the students at Hogwarts have your level?" asked the Beauxbatons girl as she waited for Silver to take their seats.

"My answer to your question is obviously not as good as your own conclusion, is it?" said Silver, who did not answer her question directly.

The girl chuckled and untied the scarf from her head—a long waterfall of silver spilled down her waist. A pair of large blue eyes stared at Silver with a smirk. There seemed to be some annoyance on the flawless countenance.

"That's not what a gentleman should say to a lady. ”

Michael, Antonin, and the others blushed, and opened their mouths as if they wanted to speak, but as if the words were stuck in their throats.

Hermione reached out and pinched Silver underneath, and Sister Pettier gave Silver a warning look. A woman's fighting instincts are always very sensitive in such situations.

Silver blinked his eyes - Meiwa's ability is indeed extraordinary, Rao is a traverser who knows some plots, and in the case of psychological preparation, he still can't completely resist the natural charm of this Meiwa.

"May I know your name, beautiful lady? Introduce myself, I'm Jack Silver. ”

The girl bit her lip with her white teeth - a move that seemed to make it harder for most boys to breathe.

"I'm Fleur Delacour. She said in a playful tone, "Now will you answer my question?"

Silver felt Hermione's hand reach out again, and he reached out to grab Hermione's little hand, pulling away from the topic "Oh, I think this can be discussed later, Professor Dumbledore seems to have something to say." ”

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and—especially—distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign students, "I welcome you to Hogwarts with great joy. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here. ”

"The tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet. Dumbledore said, "I now invite everyone to eat and drink as if they were in your own home!"

"But my family wouldn't be shy about not answering my questions. Fleur wisps of her silver and stared at Silver meaningfully.

Silver pretended not to hear anything, buried himself in his meal, and decided to ignore the goblin.

Fleur seemed bored with Silver's feigned deafness, much to Silver's relief, but soon he realized how naïve he was-

"Jack, this is French mixed fish soup, try it. Fleur served Silver a bowl. "I just got it back on another house table. ”

Sister Petyer's eyes seemed to be crackling, and Hermione looked down to see her face clearly, but it was clearly not too good.

"Thanks, you're so kind, Fleur. Silver didn't dare to say much.

"The time has finally come," Dumbledore said. (Thank you, old man Whitebeard) "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin." I'd like to explain a few words before I bring the box in—"

"- I would like to explain the program of our activities for this school year. But let me introduce you to two guests, for there is no one else who knows them, and this is Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic," - there was a sparse applause in the auditorium - "This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Physical Education and Sports at the Ministry of Magic. ”

The applause given to Bagman was much louder than that given to Mr. Crouch, perhaps because he was well-known as a batsman, or perhaps simply because he looked much more gracious. He waved his hand happily in thanks. When Barty Crouch's name was introduced just now, Crouch neither smiled nor waved, and still looked stern and rigid.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "and they will form a panel of judges with me, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxim to judge the efforts of the Warriors. ”

As soon as they heard the word "warrior", the students seemed to be more attentive. Dumbledore also seemed to notice their sudden silence, only to see him smile and say, "Mr. Filch, please bring the box." ”

No one noticed that Filch had been lurking in a corner of the Great Hall until now, and he was walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box encrusted with jewels, which looked very old. The students watched intently and discussed with great interest.

"The specific events of this year's Warriors' competitions have been carefully vetted by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," said Dumbledore, as Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him, "and they have made many necessary arrangements for each event." There are three programs, each taking place at different times throughout the school year, and they will test the Warriors in many different ways...... A test of their talent in magic - their courage and their ability to reason - and, of course, their ability to overcome danger. ”

At the hearing of the last sentence, the auditorium fell silent, and it seemed as if everyone had stopped breathing.

"You already know that there will be three Warriors in the tournament," Dumbledore continued quietly, "representing one participating school. They will be graded based on the quality of each event, and at the end of the three events, the warrior with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup. The one in charge of selecting the Champion is an impartial selector, and it is the Goblet of Fire. ”

With that, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped it three times on the lid of the box. The lid slowly creaked open. Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, rough-cut wooden goblet. The cup itself is unremarkable, but the inside is full of dancing blue-white flames.

Dumbledore closed the box and placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the auditorium could see it clearly.

"Every student who wants to run for a Warrior must write his name and the name of his school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," said Dumbledore, "and those who want to become a Warrior can sign up within twenty-four hours." Tomorrow night, the night of Halloween, Goblet will choose the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, the goblet will be placed in the foyer and will be accessible to all students who are willing to participate in the campaign. ”

"Lest the younger students fall short of temptation," said Dumbledore, "I'm going to draw an age line around the goblet when it's in the foyer." No one under the age of 17 can cross this line. ”

"And what if anyone under the age of seventeen is able to break through that line?" said George Weasley with his hand raised. Professor McGonagall gave him a warning look.

"That's a good question. Dumbledore didn't look angry. "But please believe that wizards under the age of seventeen are basically unable to break through this line, of course, in case there are really wizards under the age of seventeen who can pass through guò and cast their names into the Goblet of Fire, then their own Goblet of Fire decides the final candidate, and I and the other judges do not interfere with the choice of the Goblet of Fire. ”

"But I warn you. Dumbledore saw the excitated students below, and said, "Trying to break the age line is definitely a stupid idea, and there will be unintended consequences. ”

"Also, I would like to say that don't try to get older students to help you put your name in, the flames of the Goblet of Fire will burn the dishonest. In this case, the deans of the faculties should also deal with it strictly, and one month of confinement is the minimum punishment. ”

"Finally, I would like to remind everyone who is going to participate in the election to pay attention to the fact that this competition is not a child's play, and you must not participate in it recklessly. Once the Warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must hold the game to the end. Whoever throws his name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be observed. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. So, think twice and find out that you really want to participate in the competition before throwing your name into the cup. Okay, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night to all. ”

"Looks like you don't have a chance to compete, little handsome guy Jack. Fleur leaned into Silver's ear, "But maybe you can figure out how to break that age line?"

Fleur laughed wickedly—she saw Hermione pinching Silver's soft flesh around the waist.