"It's almost there. "Michael sat next to Allen, looking more nervous than anyone else.

"Did you vote for your name?" asked Allen, surprised.

"No, but I hope the Warrior of Hogwarts is you. Michael looked intently at the Goblet of Fire, his hands clenched into fists.

"It had to be me. Allen's voice was unmistakably confident.

The flames in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out.

Then, a tongue of fire leapt into the air, and out of it flew a charred parchment—everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Alan clearly heard Michael's gasps beside him and couldn't help but laugh.

Dumbledore took the parchment and held it up far away. So that he could read the words in the light of the flames. The flames reverted to blue and white.

"Durmstrang's warriors," he said in a clear and forceful tone, "is Victor Klum." ”

There was polite applause from the auditorium.

This result was not surprising at all, Alan looked at Karkaroff, he was slapping hard, and his face was full of smiles: "Good Wickdor, I knew it was you!"

Victor Krum stood up from his Slytherin table and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore.

Guided by a Gryffindor, he turned to the right, walked along the staff desk, and entered the next room through the door.

The auditorium quickly fell silent, everyone wondering who the next Champion would be, and all eyes were on the Goblet of Fire.

A few seconds later, the flames turned red again. A second piece of parchment burst out of the cup, propelled by flames.

"The warriors of Beauxbatons," Dumbledore said, "it's Fleur Delacour!"

Fleur stood up gracefully, flicking her shiny silver hair, giving Alan a big hug before shoehorning between the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuff tables.

"Maybe she's not particularly good. Michael whispered to Alan.

"How do you know?" asked Allen in surprise.

"Look over there, if her strength is really outstanding, the two girls won't be so sad. Michael's chin lifted to the right of the Ravenclaw table.

The word "sad" was used too lightly, and the two girls who were not chosen burst into tears, buried their heads in the crooks of their arms, and cried sadly.

Alan felt that Michael's words were not unreasonable, but he couldn't say that about girls, because even if they were convinced by Fleur, it was possible to cry.

What's more, Fleur looks so jealous!

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......

Although everyone knows that Allen is super strong, everyone wants the Warriors to come from their own academy.

Cedric Diggory had a warm smile on his face, and the upright boy looked extremely calm, but only if you ignored his hands that were skewed with knives and forks reversed.

Gryffindor's Angelina was on the table with her hands on the table, her eyes fixed on the Goblet of Fire, muttering unsure of what she was reading.

Malfoy, at the Slytherin table, raised his chin high, looked at the Goblet of Fire with a very focused look.

"Warriors of Hogwarts," he exclaimed, "it's Alan Harris!"

"Oops!" Ron exclaimed, but no one heard him but Harry, and the cheers on the table next to him were deafening.

Every Ravenclaw classmate was jumping up and down, screaming, stomping.

Hermione stood up excitedly, a big smile on her face, and clapped desperately.

The Slytherins and the students of the camp all stood up, like a tidal wave, and the students of the entire auditorium followed suit, and applause and cheers resounded through the auditorium.

At this moment Alan walked past them, smiling brightly, towards the room behind the faculty desk.

Indeed, the applause for Eren lasted for a long time, and it was a long time before Dumbledore quieted everyone and listened to him.

"Great!" Dumbledore said cheerfully when the noise had finally subsided, "Alright, now all three of our warriors have been chosen. I know I can count on all of you, including Beauxbatons and the rest of Durmstrang, to support your Warriors with all your might. By cheering on the Warriors, you will also contribute a lot to this event—"

But Dumbledore stopped talking, and everyone could see what had caught his attention.

The flame in the goblet turned red again. The sparks crackled and burst out. A long tongue of fire suddenly burst into the air, and a piece of parchment was held out.

Dumbledore seemed to subconsciously reach out a slender hand and grab the parchment. He held it up far away, glaring at the name written on it. There was a long silence, Dumbledore glared at the note in his hand, and everyone in the Great Hall stared at Dumbledore. Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud—

"Harry Potter. ”

"Why is there a fourth name? Aren't there only three schools?" said Michael, scratching his head, looking confused. But Alan was not around, and naturally no one was there to solve his doubts.

He wasn't the only one who was confused, there was no applause in the auditorium, and a buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, like countless angry bees chirping.

Harry stiffened into the room, and as 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.

Alan Harris, Victor Krum, and Fleur Delacour gathered around the fire. Against the backdrop of the flames, the impression of those three figures was particularly strong.

Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bent over something there, slightly distancing himself from the other two. Alan stood there with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the fire. As Harry walked in, Fleur Delacour turned her head and flicked her long, waterfall silver hair.

"What's wrong?" she said, "Do they want us to go back to the Great Hall?"

Fleur thought Harry had come in to deliver the word.

Alan turned his head to see Harry, and smiled softly.

Seeing this familiar smile, Harry seemed to fall from the air to the ground at once, Harry became steady, and the corners of his mouth were slightly torn apart.