Right in the middle of the lake, a large whirlpool appeared, as if a huge plug had suddenly been pulled out of the bottom of the lake......

A long, black rod-like thing slowly rose from the center of the whirlpool......

"It's a mast!" Michael said excitedly to Allen.

Slowly, and in extraordinary style, the great ship rose out of the water, glittering in the moonlight.

It looked eerie, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a freshly salvaged shipwreck, and the portholes shimmered with a dim, foggy glimmer that looked like ghostly eyes.

Finally, with a faint splashing of water, the big boat came out completely, tossed on the undulating water, and began to sail towards the shore.

A moment later they heard a thud, an iron anchor thrown into the shallow water, and then another snap, and a plank was placed on the shore of the lake.

A number of unusually large wizards descended from the ship, and as they approached, they realized that the reason why they looked tall was because they were all wearing a kind of fur cloak, and the fur on them was unkempt and tangled.

But the man who led them to the castle was dressed in a different kind of fur: silvery-white, soft and smooth, much like his hair.

Dumbledore!" The man cried out enthusiastically as he walked up the slope, "How are you, my dear old fellow?"

"Great, thank you, Professor Karkaroff. Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice was mellow and sweet. When he stepped into the light coming from the main entrance of the castle, they saw that he was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short, and his goatee (with small curls at the ends) did not completely cover his thin chin.

While the eyes of the young wizards were attracted to Karkaroff, Allen's eyes were drawn to the wizard behind Karkaroff with a striking hooked nose and two thick, dark eyebrows - Krum.

Krum's thick brow furrowed, and his gaze glared at Alan unabashedly.

Although Alan didn't care what Krum thought of him, he was a little curious in his heart, and this Krum was more hostile to him than in the World Cup.

At least then, Krum was still polite to him. And now, his hostility is almost naked and undisguised.

For the young wizards of Hogwarts, Krum's arrival is not a surprise, he is just a top Quidditch player, and the best Seeker in the world is at Hogwarts, among them.

To welcome the guests, the entire auditorium was renovated. Enchanted ceilings twinkle with starlight, goblets and plates glitter. Filch, the administrator, put on his old moldy tuxedo and set up the teacher's seat.

"My perception of Slytherin has changed. Edward exclaimed.

Alan turned his gaze from the faculty to the Slytherin table, where Victor Krum and his Durmstrang alumni were already seated at the Slytherin table.

Alan was pleased to see that Malfoy was courteous and courteous to these guests from afar, without being overly flattering.

"May I sit with you?" a crisp voice sounded, and long, waterfall-like silver hair hung down to her waist. Her big blue eyes stared at Michael.

Michael's face turned red all of a sudden, and he stared blankly at the Beauxbatons girl in front of him, and opened his mouth to answer, but only made some strange small sounds, as if his throat was stuck.

"Of course it can be Fleur. Alan smiled and nudged Michael.

Michael, who finally came to his senses, stood up with a wink, and made room.

The other Beauxbatons girls followed Fleur at the Ravenclaw table

"She's a baby. At the Gryffindor table, Ron sat down hoarsely. The voice said to Harry, "Alan was hooked on her. ”

"Definitely not!" Hermione said scathingly, "I didn't see Alan glaring at her like an idiot!"

With that, Hermione raised her head haughtily, glanced at Ron, picked up her plate and walked away.

Although Hermione knew in her heart that Fleur was sitting next to Alan, most likely for Albert. But hearing Ron say that about Ellen, she couldn't help but sit down in a position convenient for observing Alan and Fleur, and glanced at Alan and Luna from time to time.

Sitting at the Ravenclaw table, Luna looked no different than usual, and even had dessert in front of her. She played with herself, spooning the strawberries out of the creamy muffins and piling them into small towers.

Hermione didn't need to worry soon, as the three people in the teacher's seat drew the attention of all the wizards in the room.

And one of them was Albert.

Crouch, Ludo Bagman, and Albert appeared in the teacher's box.

"You didn't tell me he was coming!" Fleur looked intently at Albert in the teacher's seat.

"I didn't know he was coming. Alan smiled and placed a plate of fragrant roasted Welsh rabbit in front of Fleur.

"Is this rabbit meat in there?" Fleur looked suspiciously at the plate of fragrant Welsh roast rabbit drizzled with a golden sauce.

"It's not even a meat dish, it's buttered bread slices, baked to a fragrant and crispy porcelain plate, drizzled with a sauce made of cheddar cheese, ale, mustard, chilli and white sauce, and you've got a delicious Welsh bunny! Alan's introduction made Fleur interested in the dish.

"I guess they came to witness the opening ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament. Fleur reached for the Welsh rabbit with her fork again.

When Dumbledore stood up again. An emotion of excitement and nervousness seemed to permeate the auditorium.

Dumbledore gave a brief introduction to the three Alberts and told Filch to bring the box.

The audience was crowded, and the little wizards were speculating about what was inside this ancient box.

It is a large wooden box inlaid with jewels and looks very old. Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times.

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.

Alan and Fleur were talking about Albert's fun stories while listening to Dumbledore explain the rules of the Goblet of Fire and Triwizard Tournament.

"As you already know, three warriors will be selected to represent his school of magic. At the end of the three events, the Warrior with the most points will win the Triwizard Cup. The one in charge of selecting the Champion is an impartial selector, and it is the Goblet of Fire. Dumbledore closed the box and placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the Great Hall could see it clearly.

Every student who wants to run for the Warrior must write his name and the name of the 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," Dumbledore said, "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 age line. ”

After the dinner, the little wizards who returned to the dormitory talked about how to get by.

For Allen, strength is the best key, especially with Dumbledore's permission.

Early the next morning, Alan and Albert met in the tower. Last night, before going to bed, Alan sent Benny to send Albert a text message and made an appointment to have breakfast today.

"Albert, do you remember the beautiful French witch who came to your house to thank you during the World Cup?" Allen's smile made Albert's face burn.

"Fleur Delacour. Albert blurted out, then coughed lightly.

"Why did you mention her?" Albert put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at Allen.

"She's one of the candidates for Beauxbatons—" Alan paused, surveying Albert's expression and seeing that he was listening attentively, he continued, "You don't have anything else to do this weekend, go for a walk around Hogsmeade, and she'll go too." ”

Alan winked his eyebrows, it was a strange look. Albert's ears were red.

"Why don't you sign up for the Three Witches Tournament now? With your strength, if you want to compete for the championship, the odds are very high. Albert stood up and filled the glass of milk in front of Alan.

In Albert's heart, as long as his brother wants to accomplish something, he will never fail, no matter how many obstacles there are.

"I'm going to participate, you know my agreement with Dumbledore, right?" Alan gulped down the milk from his glass.

"I learned a few things from my dad. Albert said.

Alan told Albert the details of his agreement with Dumbledore and his intentions.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Albert leaned forward slightly, looking at Alan with concern.

"Yes. Alan nodded firmly, "Albert, you arrested a lot of troublemakers in Azkaban, and I need you to provide me with your memories of your time in Azkaban." ”

Without hesitation, Albert pointed his wand at his temple, and wisps of white memory emerged from his temple and poured into a white porcelain vase.