"Edge, what do you think would happen if the people from Beauxbatons weren't chosen?" The boy who asked the question glanced at the girls, but mostly on Fleur.

"I guess I will stay, it is impossible that all the people watching the game are our Hogwarts students." Aitch buried his head in the dinner party.

Today's Halloween dinner seems to be going on longer than usual, probably because it's everyone's second feast in two days, so they don't like the elaborate food as much as usual.

They all craned their necks to look at each other, looking impatient, and fidgeting would get up from time to time to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.

The gold plates had finally been cleaned and restored to immaculate cleanness, but the noise in the hall had increased. But as soon as Dumbledore stood up, all the noise was gone, and Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime stood beside him, as nervous and hopeful as the others. Mr. Bagman smiled and winked at the students, while Mr. Crouch seemed aloof, even annoyed.

"Well, the Goblet of Fire is almost ready to make a decision," Dumbledore said, "and it will probably take a minute, so the warrior whose name will be called will come to the front of the lobby and walk through this door to the next room along the staff table." He gestured to the door behind the clerk, "They'll be there to take the first order." ”

Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it vigorously, and all the candles were extinguished except for the candle in the carved pumpkin, and everything was in the dark.

Only the Goblet of Fire glowed brightly in the entire lobby, and everyone could see its dazzling blue-white flames.

Everyone is watching, waiting, some are looking at their watches.

"Three...... Two...... One...... It's time! Someone whispered and counted the seconds.

The flames in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned blue and red, and sparks flew in all directions, and after a while, tongues of fire rushed up, and a piece of charred parchment flew over—everyone took a breath to smell the stench of burnt wool.

Dumbledore grabbed the parchment, reached out and opened it, reading it through the flames that turned back to blue and white.

"The player representing Durmstrang is," his voice is clear and powerful, "Victor Krum. ”

For a moment, the hall burst into thunderous applause. Krum unexpectedly stood up from the Slytherin table, slouched towards Dumbledore, turned right, descended the staff table, and disappeared into the hallway leading to the next room.

"Victor Krum!" Karkarov shouted, his voice louder than applause, everyone heard it. "I knew it was you."

Applause, the talk faded away. Attention shifted to the cup for a few seconds, as the flame turned red again, and a second piece of parchment was introduced.

"The players representing Beauxbatons are," Dumbledore announced, "Fleur Delacour!" ”

The seductive-looking girl stood gracefully, flicked her forged blonde hair back, and strutted past the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

Fleur also disappeared into the hallway. There was silence in the lobby again, but this time the silence was so intense, so exciting, that I could almost feel it.

Next up is the player who will represent Hogwarts...... It's also the last spot, and everyone is hoping for their own name, and they are all curious about who that warrior is.

The Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks flew out, and tongues of fire rolled high. Dumbledore pulled a third piece of parchment from the fire.

"On behalf of Hogwarts," he cried, "Elvin Potter!" ”

Expected. Aitch was better than the others in every way, otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't have asked him to help make amends.

Dumbledore also played a trick on Edge, he knew that Edge didn't want to mention the name, he didn't want this identity, he could have said "Edge" when announcing it, anyway, it was all a person. But Dumbledore did just that, as if he was afraid that others would not know.

The Ravenclaws and Slytherins paused, didn't react, and then jumped to their feet, screaming and stomping and knocking on their glasses, as if they had won the House Cup, and Professor Flitwick was congratulating him from the surrounding professors. They were concerned that the heir of their house would represent the school, and that was not what Edge's mind was.

There was nothing good on Edge's face, and he had made Dumbledore slap again—could he not stand up? No, by casting his name in the Goblet of Fire, he made a contract, which Dumbledore had already said. And as soon as you stand up, isn't it to admit the identity of Elvin Potter?

When Aitch passed by Dumbledore, he deliberately paused, he glared at Dumbledore fiercely, smiled at him, and lip-synched: "You wait for me!" Then he walked through them and headed for the room behind the staff's desk.

The applause for Aitch lasted for a long time, after all, this was Hogwarts, and this was Edge's home turf. In fact, it was a long time before Dumbledore's voice could be heard.

"Yay!" After the last commotion, Dumbledore was overjoyed. "Now, we have selected three players. I am confident that all of you, including the remaining students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, will support your warriors wholeheartedly and wholeheartedly. Cheer them on, your contribution will be very real—"

Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and everyone could see at a glance that Dumbledore had something distracting him.

The fire in the Goblet of Fire turned red again. Sparks flew everywhere. Suddenly, a long burst of fire rang out, and on top of it was another piece of parchment.

It seemed that Dumbledore involuntarily reached out his long arm and grabbed the parchment, unfolding it to stare at the name on it, and there was a long pause.

Dumbledore seemed unprepared, glaring at the paper in his hand while the others in the room stared at him. Finally he cleared the noise and read—"Harry Potter!" ”

"Moody" manipulated the Goblet of Fire, changing the Triwizard Tournament to the Quadruple Tournament, and Aitch considered writing his "school registration" as the same school as Harry's. But Dumbledore couldn't bite the bullet: Voldemort made Harry the only applicant for an empty school in order to ensure that Harry would be selected. But if Aitch did the same, he would have taken Harry's place and become the fourth warrior, clearly telling Voldemort that his plot had been exposed.

Aitch walked out of the lobby and found himself in a small room filled with portraits of wizards and witches. Directly opposite him was a furnace, and the fire was blazing.

As soon as he entered, the painted face looked at him, and he saw a withered witch fly out of her own frame, and into a nearby walrus bearded male witch statue, whispering in his ear.

Krum and Fleur sat around the fire, reflecting the light of the fire, and they gave a strange impression. Krum hunched over the mantelpiece in contemplation, while Fleur looked around and flicked her hair back.

Aitch stood in front of them with his hands in his pockets. The first two were surprised. Although Edge's morning limelight made them take a closer look at the underage wizard, they didn't really take him to heart, after all, there was a big gap in age and grade.

It's different now, and Aitch is actually more suitable to participate in the Triwizard Tournament than those sixth and seventh year wizards at Hogwarts in the "eyes" of the Goblet of Fire, which is very revealing in itself. This representative of Hogwarts should not be underestimated because of his young age.

The three of them did not interfere with each other, keeping their distance from each other, waiting for Dumbledore and them to explain more of the game to them.

It was only a minute or two before a series of footsteps came from the doorway, and Aitch could clearly notice that the two of them were breathing heavily—they were also nervous about the Triwizard Tournament.

But it was Harry who appeared, and Fleur thought he was here to deliver a message, "What's the matter?" "Do they want us to go back to the hall?" she asked. ”

Harry stopped awkwardly in the doorway, out of his way. Just then, there was a rush of footsteps behind Harry, and Ludo Bagman entered the room, taking Harry's hand and walking forward.

"It's unusual!" He grunted, twisting Harry's arm. "It's unusual! Gentlemen...... And this young lady. He added, closer to the fire, "Allow me to introduce—a little incredible—the fourth Champion of the Tournament." “

With Aitch in front of them, Krum and Fleur reacted with a strange surprise to Harry: could there be two players at Hogwarts? And the most powerful are all such obviously underage wizards?

Fleur frowned. "That's obviously wrong," she questioned Bagman, "doesn't it say that there can only be one player in a school?" ”

"Hmm...... It's weird, Harry said he didn't sign up. Bagman stroked his smooth chin and smiled at Harry. However, his name gives the Goblet of Fire...... I mean in this case, I don't think it's possible to quit anymore. It's the rule, you have to ...... Harry, just do what you can—"

The door opened again, and a large crowd entered: Dumbledore first, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape. On the other side of the wall, there was the hum of countless students, and they were startled by Harry's presence in the Warrior Sequence, and Professor McGonagall closed the door, leaving the room isolated from the outside world.

"What does that mean, Dumbledore?" Madame Maxim asked arrogantly.

"I want to know, Dumbledore," Professor Karkaroff said as well. His smile was grim and his eyes were cold. "There are two players at Hogwarts. I don't remember anyone saying that there can be two players at the host school, but I didn't read the rules carefully enough? ”

He let out a shrill laugh.

"It can't be," said Madame Maxim, her large, opal-wearing hand resting on Fleur's shoulder. "There can't be two players at Hogwarts, and I'm lenient with you for students under the age of seventeen. But now, it's really unfair. ”

"It's all Harry's fault, Karkaroff," Snape said slowly. His dark eyes shone with an evil light. "Don't blame Dumbledore for Harry's insistence on breaking the rules, he's been in trouble since he's been here."

"And I don't think Aitch is fit to participate," Snape looked at Aitch with a gentle look at his nephew rather than Harry, "his age is really too dangerous." ”

"Why don't we choose again?" Snape's proposal was supported by Karkaroff as soon as it was proposed. Or our other students sign up again. Until there are two players from each school. That's the only way it's fair, right? ”

"But, Karkaroff, that won't work," Bagman reminded him. "The Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished, and it won't burn again until the next match."

"Well, one of Harry and Aitch will not be able to play!" Karkaroff burst out with such words. "After so many meetings and so many negotiation concessions, I never thought this kind of thing would happen! Now I almost want to go. ”

Mr. Crouch stood outside the circle of firelight, his face hidden in the gloom, eerie, the darkness made him look much older, and it made people think that he looked like a skeleton. He spoke, his voice softening, "We have to follow the rules. The rules are clearly written, and whoever has a name coming out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the tournament. ”

"Well, this is the case, someone must have tricked the Goblet of Fire into making Harry the only participant in the fourth school," Dumbledore said to the people in the room. "But the situation now seems to me that we have no choice but to accept the facts. Aitch and Harry were both selected, so they had to ......"

"Dumbledore-but-"

"Dear Madame Maxim, if you have any good suggestions, I will listen to you." Dumbledore waited for her to say. But she didn't speak, just stared. Not only her, but Snape also seemed angry, and Karkaroff turned pale.

Bagman, on the other hand, was quite excited. "So here we go."

He rubbed his hands together and looked around with a smile. "It's time to give instructions to the players, right? Barty, interested in doing me a favor? ”

"Alright, order, yes, first mission......" Mr. Crouch leaned closer to the fire, his eyes darkened, and his shriveled skin as thin as paper.

"The first mission is to test your guts," he told the four. "Of course, we won't tell you what the task is. In the face of the unknown, courage is important, very important for a wizard. ”

"The first assignment will take place on November 24, in front of all the judges and students."

"Contestants cannot ask the professor for help or receive any form of assistance from the professor during the completion of the task, and the contestants will carry out the first task with the help of a magic wand. They are only told about the second task after completing the first task. Due to the time-consuming and laborious nature of the competition, you can be exempted from the final exam. ”

Mr. Crouch turned to look at Dumbledore. "Albus, I think that's all there is, huh?"

"I think so." Dumbledore told the four that they could go back.

The lobby was empty. The candles were almost burned, making the pumpkins glow, jagged and eerie. Aitch walked in front and Harry walked behind, neither of them speaking.

Arriving at the door of the lobby, Harry couldn't help but speak, missing the opportunity, Harry didn't know when he would be able to talk to Aitch - Aitch had been avoiding them for the past two months, even Hermione.

"You are using Erwin's name on that piece of parchment, don't you recognize me?" Harry hurriedly explained to Edge, "I didn't want to be a rival to you. ”

"I didn't deliberately put my name in." Harry called out to Edge, "I didn't. I'm telling the truth. I do want to participate, but I'm not going to joke with my life. ”

Aitch ignored him and walked on, his hands in his pockets.

"I heard that this competition is very dangerous, and there have been deaths, Edge, you have to be careful!" Harry ran up, still worried about others.

"Take care of yourself!" Aitch sighed and walked past Harry. The next game was not easy for Harry.