The dinner had begun, and the students from Beauxbatons had taken their seats at the Ravenclaw long tables, looking dejected, looking around the hall. Three of them were still holding on to their headscarves and shawls, and it was obvious that they were cold.

Filch added two chairs to each side of Dumbledore and gave the three of them an "indoor sun" when they stepped back, which Hogwarts only used in winter, and at this time it turned the senses of the Beauxbatons students and found that Hogwarts became cute.

The three very cold Beauxbatons girls finally took off their headscarves, and one of them revealed a sparkling blond hair, which almost reached to the waist. She has big dark blue eyes and a mouthful of clean white teeth. It should be Fleur Delacour, a girl with the blood of a charming baby.

The wizards around him were so amazed that this kind of beauty had obvious lethal power on boys. Aitch came back to his senses at once, but he could hear a faint grunt from the bottom of someone's throat.

Although it was only a dozen more people, the Ravenclaw table was clearly more crowded. There were a lot of boys on the side near Beauxbatons, and they fascinated the girls' charmers.

Draco was quick to get started, and he was also a big fan of Quidditch, and when Durmstrang students were still hesitating where to sit, he took the initiative to talk to them (mainly Krum, who was the backbone) and led them to the Slytherin table to sit down, leaving Ron to whisper in disappointment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts—especially guests, good evening," Dumbledore and the others sat down and smiled at the schoolers, "everyone is very welcome to Hogwarts. I hope I also believe that you will be comfortable and happy here. ”

"The game will officially begin after midsummer," Dumbledore announced, "and now please don't be polite, eat and drink." ”

He sat down, and Karkaroff immediately leaned over to talk to him.

As usual, the plates in front of people were filled with food. It seems that the elves in the kitchen have taken out all the storage. In order to cater to the eating habits of the students of the sister school, there are also a variety of dishes on the table, some of which are obviously imported.

After the dishes on the golden plate were swept away, Dumbledore stood up again, and a pleasant tension filled the hall as they all waited for the Triwizard Tournament to begin.

"The time has come," Dumbledore said with a smile on his upturned face, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin." Before we come in with the jewelry box, let me say a few words. ”

"Just to explain the steps we've taken this year. First of all, let me introduce you to those who don't know them: Mr. Barty Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. And this is Mr. Ludo Bagman, head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. ”

Mr. Bagman received more enthusiastic applause, perhaps because he was once a world-class Quidditch player, or perhaps simply because he was more likable. He waved happily in thanks.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to prepare for this competition." Dumbledore continued, "Together with me, Professor Karkaroff, and Lady Maxim, they will be the judges who will judge the strength of the warriors of the competition.

At the mention of warriors, the students pricked up their ears.

Perhaps Dumbledore noticed their sudden silence and smiled and said, "Now, Mr. Filch, please bring the jewel box." ”

No one noticed how long Filch had been in the corner of the hall, and he walked cautiously towards Dumbledore with a large old jeweled box.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have already checked the mission statements for this year's champions," Filch had placed the box steadily on the table in front of him as Dumbledore spoke, "and they had made the necessary preparations for each challenge. Three missions will run throughout the school year, and they will test the contestants in different ways, testing their magical talents, guts, reasoning skills, and of course, their ability to deal with danger. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole hall fell silent, so quiet that no one seemed to breathe.

"You know, there will be three contestants." Dumbledore calmly continued, "One for each participating school. Players will be given a score for their performance in each task. After completing the three tasks, the one with the highest total score wins. Contestants will be chosen by an impartial and disinterested chooser, the Goblet of Fire. ”

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped it three times on the jewel chest. The lid creaks and slowly opens. He reached in and pulled out a large, roughly sharpened wooden cup. If it weren't for the blue and white flames dancing around the rim of the wooden cup, it would have been inconspicuous.

Dumbledore covered the jewel chest and carefully placed the Goblet of Fire on top of it so that everyone could see it.

"Applicants have to neatly write their names and schools on parchment and then throw the parchment into the cup," Dan Bodo said, "Interested students are asked to put their names into the cup within 24 hours, and tomorrow night, on Halloween, the Goblet of Fire will give the names of the contestants it has selected who are most qualified to represent their school." The Goblet of Fire will be placed in the center of the lobby from tonight, and anyone who wants to sign up can come.

Eventually, in order to prevent minors from being tempted to sign up, Dumbledore said that he would draw an age line around the Goblet of Fire, which no one under the age of 17 could cross.

"I also want to remind you that this tournament is not something you can just want to participate in, once you are selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she will have to play to the end. Because after he was chosen, he naturally formed a binding pact of magic. Once you're a warrior, you can't change your mind. Therefore, before throwing the name into the cup, be sure to think about whether you yourself are really wholeheartedly ready to fight. Well, I think it's time for you all to rest, and I wish you all the best of luck. ”

The next day was Saturday, the day before Halloween, and there was no class to force people to get up early, but almost everyone woke up, and they hurried to the lobby to think about which "heroic" guy had thrown his name into the Goblet of Fire.

Aitch didn't care, he was going to let things unfold. As long as he wants, he can take down Barty Crouch Jr., who is pretending to be Moody, and hand it over to the Ministry of Magic.

But he won't.

In fact, if Barty Crouch Jr. were to be arrested, Voldemort's resurrection plan would only be a temporary failure, but Voldemort would find other ways.

While a half-dead Voldemort is easier to deal with than a resurrected one, there is no reason to prevent a thief for a thousand days.

And Aitch thinks a little further: that includes the Golden Cup, which is hidden in Gringotts. It was also a Horcrux, except that the owner of the vault was still locked up in Azkaban.

Bellatrix Lestrange was a loyal Death Eater, and even with the banner of the Slytherin heir, Aitch was not sure that she would abandon the darkness and turn to the light. But if she was still in Azkaban, if she hadn't come out, if she hadn't been able to get into Gringotts without being caught, there would be nothing Aitch could do with the security of Gringotts. In the original book, Harry and they were able to successfully rob Gringotts, and they also had such a premise to succeed.

If Voldemort hadn't been resurrected and had not gathered the remnants of his forces, someone like Peter would not have had the courage to rob the prison, let alone allow the Death Eaters to enter Gringotts openly.

The only regret is Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory, who will most likely die in this tournament according to his fate. Aitch plans to make some trouble for him if he gets the chance, or take the time to let the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic go to Riddle's manor to make trouble.

"Good morning, sir." Hill bowed, but was startled.

Aitch frowned, and he noticed that Hill was carefully wiping down a chair that he had brought from his desk, and placing a basin on it. "This is a meditation basin?"

"Yes, sir. Headmaster Dumbledore said, please get up today and look at this meditation basin. He said it was important for you not to be angry. ”

Aitch snorted, he sank his face into the meditation basin, as if suddenly wrenched in by the undercurrent underwater, when he came back to his senses of nothingness and stepped on the solid floor, he found that it was the lobby of last night, and the Goblet of Fire was placed at the entrance of the lobby, burning with blue and white flames.

The Weasley twins have prepared a bottle of aged potion that should make up for a few months of error (they will be seventeen by next summer).

Also on the idea were Miss Fikoffs of Ravenclaw and Mr. Smart of Hufflepuff, who snuck out of bed during the night and tasted a drop of potion, only to be "beaten" out of the age line.

Aitch watched two good shows in a row, especially the embarrassment of Miss Fikoff's beard, which made him almost laugh. They covered their faces and ran to Madame Pomrui's infirmary, taking advantage of the fact that no one was in sight, and Dumbledore seemed to have foreseen this and greeted her in advance.

"Bang!" The door to the lobby closed in a low voice, and Aitch couldn't see anyone, but the smoky age line had made a gap - it was someone walking in.

After a pause, the age line returned to its original state, and a human figure was clearly revealed. It was "Moody", who was wielding his wand and casting magic on the Goblet of Fire.

The Goblet of Fire slammed into flames two feet high, and a fire-written text appeared in the air, and Moody dipped his wand in blue flames, adding a name to the three Hogwarts schools.

He seemed relieved to write this, and with a wave of his wand, the entire text turned into a fiery serpent and burrowed back into the Goblet of Fire. As if nothing had changed, the Goblet of Fire was still burning so coldly.

Finally, Moody took out a piece of paper, opened it, and checked it again. But at this moment, he suddenly stopped moving, and Dumbledore appeared from Edge's "side" and slowly walked behind Moody, it seemed that Dumbledore was restraining him.

Dumbledore looked at the parchment and froze for a moment, only for a moment, but definitely for half a second, and then disappeared from his figure. At the same time, Moody unnoticed, dropping the parchment into the Goblet of Fire.

That was the end of Dumbledore's memory, and the feeling of nothingness was again, and Aitch was thrown out of the meditation basin and stood in his bedchamber in his pajamas.