In the corner, Filch hurriedly clutched a large jeweled box that looked very old.

The students watched intently, talking with great interest about what would be inside.

Egg pouted, knowing that it was nothing more than a tattered-looking wooden goblet.

"The specific events of this year's Warriors have been carefully reviewed by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman." Dumbledore said, and beside him, Filch carefully placed the large box in his hand on the table in front of Dumbledore.

"They also made a lot of necessary arrangements for each program, a total of three programs, at different times throughout the school year, and they will test the warriors' magical talents in different ways - as well as their courage and reasoning skills, and of course, the ability to overcome danger."

The voice fell, and the auditorium fell silent.

"As you already know, this year there will be four Warriors in the tournament, each representing a school, and we will rate them based on the quality of their completion of each event, and at the end of the three events, the Warrior with the highest score will win the championship trophy, and the one in charge of selecting the Warriors is an impartial selector, the Goblet of Fire."

As he spoke, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times, the lid creaked open, and Dumbledore pulled out a large, rough-cut wooden goblet from inside, the cup itself was not at all inconspicuous, but there was a blue-white flame dancing inside.

Forest blue, pure white, two holy tones are entangled and intertwined, and the Goblet of Fire, which originally seemed to be full of the smell of turtles, suddenly became mysterious and tall under the reflection of this demonic fire.

"Every student who wants to run for the Warriors must write his name and school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet." Dumbledore said.

"Aspiring warriors can sign up within twenty-four hours, and tomorrow night, Christmas night, the goblet will select the names of the four students it thinks best represent the four schools, and tonight, the goblet will be placed in the foyer and accessible to all those who are willing to run."

"Finally, I would like to remind everyone who is going to participate in the campaign to note that the tournament is not a child's play, although we have decided to remove the age limit, but please do not participate rashly, once the warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must stick to the end, whoever puts the name into the Goblet of Fire, once chosen, actually forms a magical contract that must be observed, therefore, please also think twice, figure out what you really want, and then put the name into the Goblet of Fire. Okay, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed, and I wish you all the best night. ”

……

"You've made it clear, but we'd like to try..."

At night, in the Gryffindor lounge, the twins were eager to surround Egger, and Fred's face was full of excitement.

Sighing leisurely, Egger shook his head helplessly: "If I didn't hit you, I might really die." ”

"Can you reveal that, boss?" George sneakily approached Egger.

"Move your... Brain..."Egg rolled his eyes, almost revealing his true nature...

"Didn't you find anything interesting today?"

The twins looked at each other: "Beauxbatons' beauty?" ”

"sh*t..."The corners of Egger's mouth twitched, and then his voice was lowered, "What about before Beauxbatons came?" ”

"You mean—" Fred finally remembered something, and gently made a lip shape: "Fire Dragon?" ”

Egg snorted softly and leaned back in his chair, not admitting or denying it.

The twins looked at each other with a look of struggle.

"Now... Still want to participate? Egger crossed his arms for a long time and looked at the two of them in a leisurely manner.

"Alas, didn't you say it before..."George laughed awkwardly: "It doesn't matter if you participate or not, the main thing is that we are not showy people..."

Egger: "......"

This person, when he is embarrassed, he can really say anything...

In all fairness, Egger really didn't want the twins to compete, both of them were good and had the possibility of being chosen, and if they were missing an arm or leg, Iger really couldn't explain it to the Weasleys.

Although I am the referee in the stadium, but what if?

If there is nothing too late to rescue, Iger will definitely regret it for the rest of his life...

Where are you going to find these two magic trick researchers?

"Actually, what I want to know more is why Victor is so hostile to Egger?" Not far away, Harry swayed over with a cup of hot cocoa, "You know, it's more dangerous than provoking the dragon..."

"Didn't you ask him?" Hermione frowned, looking very disgusted with Krum's attitude towards Egg.

"Not ...... yet," Harry shrugged, "According to Egger, revolutionary friendship is indestructible, we are on one front, and I don't want to get too close to him at this stage." ”

"Got an idea!" Fred gave a thumbs up: "To be honest, that guy looks stupid." ”

As the words fell, the door of the lounge opened, and a group of dogs rushed in, accompanied by bursts of cheers.

"What happened?" A few people looked over curiously, and a group of boys walked in with Ron in their arms.

Ron's face turned red, but with a hint of pride, he looked at everyone and coughed lightly: "I just... Cast the name in..."

There was an embarrassing silence...

"Oh," Egger casually picked up the glass with whiskey in his hand and took a sip.

"Oh," the twins began to poke themselves at the little thing in the magic trick workshop.

"Oh," Hermione and Yumengyu lowered their heads and wrote their homework.

Harry was the only one who was stunned, and then grinned, "Really? Fantastic, how does it feel? ”

"Wait, wait, wait," Ron grabbed Harry's shoulder, turned his head to look at the crowd, and the expression on his face was wonderful, "Don't you guys feel anything?" ”

Egger raised his eyelids, what do I have to say?

emmm… Condolences?

Not quite right, right?

"No, no... We think it's good to have fun with this kind of thing, you can't choose it anyway..."Fred shrugged freely.

Hermione and Yumengyu didn't raise their heads, and they seemed to have the same idea.

"Luo... Luo ......"

A sensible voice came, and in the distance, Lavender hurriedly squeezed through the crowd and hugged Ron: "Are you okay?" How are you? I heard you signed up, right? ”

"Oh... Lavender looked at Ron with excited eyes, then picked up Ron's head and kissed him fiercely under the strange gaze of everyone...

"Gross... Ou Ou Ou Ou! The twins wanted to retch, but they quickly changed their posture and turned into cheers, and there was a lot of noise around them.

"I'm going to throw up—" Egger muttered quietly with black lines on his face, and for a moment he even felt as if he had been possessed by Snape.

"It feels... Not bad. Ron grinned, not knowing if he was talking about signing up or kissing...