"I think there's about a minute left," said Dunbulido, as he pointed to a small door next to the professorship, "Those who have been chosen by the Flame Cup, please go to that room and receive the first instruction there."

Deng Buliduo took out his wand and waved it into the air, except for the candles in those huge pumpkin lanterns, all the other candles were extinguished, and the hall fell into darkness, leaving only the dazzling blue and white light of the flame cup, and everyone watched and waited quietly.

"It's time!" Plum? Jordan whispered, and many people heard his words and sat up straight,

The blue-white flame of the flame cup turned red, and then a dazzling fire broke out, and a small piece of slightly charred paper flew out.

"On behalf of Durmstrong—" Dunburydo read clearly, "Victor. Krum."

The hall roared with joy, and Victor lazily stood up from the Slytherin table, walked to the small door next to the teacher's chair, and disappeared into the passageway.

"Victor." Karkaroff yelled, and he shouted triumphantly, "I knew it was you."

The applause and cheers faded, and the attention was turned back to the Flame Cup, when the flames turned red again, and another small piece of burnt paper flew out.

"Beauxbatons is—" Dunbury smiled, "Fleur. Delacour."

Fleur gracefully stood up and passed the aisle between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables, and many of the boys clapped their hands vigorously and looked at her blankly,

"Oh, look how disappointed they are," said Hermione, looking at the group of girls, and at the Ravenclaw table, two Beauxbatons girls were already crying,

Fleur walked through the small door and disappeared into the passage, the hall fell silent, everyone knew that the next was the warriors of Hogwarts, who were about to be chosen, in the expectation of everyone, the blue-white flames turned red, and a small piece of paper flew out, in the tongue of fire, Deng Bulido accurately grasped it,

"Representing Hogwarts—" Dunburydo swept each table and smiled, "Lawrence. Rovander."

Gryffindor's table exploded, not just cheering, but literally exploding, Fred and George were throwing fireworks into the air, forming lions in the air,

Lawrence only felt a lot of hands pushing him forward, and as he walked awkwardly down the aisle between the tables, he was surprised to find that everyone at the table was clapping, even Slytherin.

Lawrence saw that at the Hufflepuff table, Cedric smiled and clapped his hands, the two looked at each other, Cedric gave a thumbs up, and then pointed to the small door next to the teacher's seat, Lawrence walked through the small door, the voice behind him disappeared, he passed through a short passage, and entered a small room with portraits of witches and witches,

"I knew you were going to be chosen." Fleur stood up from the fire, Wickdor sat in the armchair by the fire, bowed his head in contemplation, and footsteps sounded outside the room. Potter walked in, looking dazed and confused,

"What's the matter?" Fleur shook her hair and asked, "Do they want us back to the hall?"

There was another sound of footsteps, Ludo. Bagman rushed into the room, grabbing Harry's arm and pulling him forward,

"It's unusual! It's unusual! Gentlemen, ladies—" Ludo. Bagman grunted, and as he approached the fire, he said to the people in the room, "Allow me to introduce—a little incredible—the fourth Triwizard Champion."

Victor stood up from his armchair abruptly, he stared at Harry and frowned,

"Very ridiculous joke, Mr. Bagman." Fleur shook her head, she didn't believe Bagman's words,

"Jokes? No—" Bagman paused as he explained, "Just now, the Flame Cup gave Harry's name, and Harry became the fourth Warrior."

"But that's clearly wrong," Fleur said contemptuously to Bagmun, "he can't compete, he's too young."

"Fleur, I don't think Harry volunteered." Lawrence frowned, Harry nodded silently, Fleur stopped talking,

"Uh-odd, but you know," Bagman stroked his smooth chin and smiled at Harry, "The age limit was a security measure that was only added this year, but his name came out of the cup - I mean, in this case, I don't think it's possible to quit. It's the rule, you have to- Harry has to do what he can—"

The door was pushed open, and a group of people entered the room, Professor Dan Bodeau, Mr. Krauss, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape,

"I wonder why there are two Champions at Hogwarts, Dunburidos?" Professor Karkaroff said, his smile grim and his eyes shining, his eyes twirling between Lawrence and Harry, "I don't remember anyone telling me that there could be two warriors at the host school, but I didn't read the rules carefully enough?"

"Dunburydo," said Madame Maxime, looking at Fleur, "Hogwarts can't have two players, that's unfair."

"Remember our summer arguments, Dunbury? About Lawrence. Rovander's qualification," Karkaroff said dissatisfied, "I think his participation is too unfair to the others, which greatly increases your chances of winning, but you insist that you can compete as long as you are old enough, and I made concessions, but you are not satisfied, and you actually come up with a fourth champion—"

"You can't stop Lawrence from competing just because you think his magic is better than you." Fleur spoke suddenly,

Karkaroff seemed to choke, with an angry and embarrassed look, and Lawrence almost laughed, but he was obviously not the only one who almost laughed. Bagman turned his head, his shoulders shaking, Snape took a few steps back into the shadows, but the hem of his robe swayed, obviously not so calm, the corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth rose slightly, Dunburydo tried to maintain a serious expression, but he also gave Fleur an approving look,

"Beauxbatons is not afraid of strong competitors, but we demand fairness." Madame Maxim said that her big hand, with many precious stone rings, was placed on Fleur's shoulder,

"Thank you, ma'am." Dunbury bowed slightly, and he turned his head and asked, "Harry, did you put your name in the Flame Cup?"

"Nope." Harry replied, and everyone looked at him,

"Then did you ask a student older than you to put it for you?" Deng Buliduo asked again,

"Nope!" Harry reacted violently, he clearly felt the distrust around him,

"The key is the age limit, Deng Bulido." Madame Maxim said, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"We all know," Professor McGonagall said, her mouth guarding, "how could Dunbury be mistaken?"

"Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagman," Professor Karkaroff gave up arguing, sensing that Madame Maxim was convinced, and turned to other support, "you are an objective referee, you must think that this is unreasonable, right?"

"We have to follow the rules, and the rules are clearly written, and whoever has a name out of the Flame Cup, must participate." Mr. Crouch said wearily,

"Barty knows the rules." Bagman smiled, and he looked like everything was settled,

"Then I insist that my students sign up again." Karkaroff lost his smile, "You take out the Flame Cup again until there are two in each school. That's the only way to be fair."

"Karkaroff, that won't work," Bagman said, "the Flame Cup has been extinguished, and it won't burn again until the next match."

"Well, one of them can't compete!" Karkaroff said angrily, "After so many meetings, so many concessions and negotiations, this kind of thing happened! Now I want to go."

"Kakrov, stop making unnecessary threats." Moody limped into the room with a "thump" sound, "You can't leave your player alone. He's got to compete, remember? It's a magical contract that binds it."

"Then I will protest to the Ministry of Magic in England and the International Wizarding Federation." Karkaroff said,

"Please, but I'll start with my guess," Moody roared, "to confuse the Flame Cup into forgetting that there are only three schools participating, I believe that is a powerful trust spell that convinces the Cup that Potter is a student of the fourth school, which ensures that Potter will be chosen."

"It also gives you a better chance of winning—" Karkaroff said sharply, "and I don't see any harm to Potter—"

"Actually, I don't see how good it does Potter." Moody roared, "This game is fraught with danger, and we all know – there's someone who wants Potter dead, right? I think you're familiar with him, Karkaroff, and you remember—"

"Alasto—" Dunburydo interrupted Moody in a deep voice, Moody closed his mouth, Karkaroff's hand was shaking, he stopped talking, Madame Maxim looked at Fleur, and Fleur looked at Lawrence and shook her head,

"My students don't have a problem, I guess that's it." Madame Maxim said that Dunbury owes more to express her gratitude,

"Then let's get started." Bagman rubbed his hands together and smiled at the four warriors, "It's time to give the players the instructions for the mission, right?" Barty, are you interested in doing me a favor?"

"Okay, command—oh, first task," Crouch stood out from the shadows, his face with deep dark circles under his eyes, he was thinner, and his skin was dull, like a skull,

"The first mission is to test your guts," Crouch said, "of course, we won't tell you what this task is, but the courage to challenge the unknown is very important, very important for a wizard, and the first mission will be held on November 24 in front of all the teachers and students and the judges."

"In the process of completing the mission, the warriors cannot ask the teacher for help, nor can they accept any form of assistance from the teacher, after completing the first mission, you will be informed about the second mission, in view of the competition will consume a lot of your time, the warriors can not take the final exam."

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Author's Note: Actually, I didn't plan to let Lawrence compete until I figured out how to solve the problem that Peter couldn't beat Lawrence. (Not hostages, of course, that would be too boring.) ）

These chapters are relatively boring, and I hope the rest will be interesting enough