"I warned you. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" A low, at the same time laughing voice sounded.

Everyone turned their heads and saw Professor Dumbledore coming out of the Great Hall.

He looked at Fred and George, his eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement, "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey's. She was already nursing Miss Fawcett of Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers of Hufflepuff, and they had made up their minds to age a little. But I must say that their beards are nowhere near as beautiful as yours. ”

Dumbledore's words amused his classmates, as well as his own bearded twin brothers.

Halloween is fast approaching, and the Halloween dinner seems to be much longer than usual. Perhaps because it was a banquet for two days in a row, the students didn't seem to like the well-prepared sumptuous dishes as much as they usually did.

The people in the auditorium kept looking around, and every face showed an anxious expression. Everyone fidgeted, and from time to time they stood up to see if Dumbledore had finished eating. Harry, like them, was eager to finish his plate and find out who had been chosen as a Warrior.

Finally, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the voice in the auditorium suddenly rose a lot. Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the Great Hall fell silent again. Professor Karkaroff and Lady Maxime, on either side of Dumbledore, looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else. Ludo Bagman was smiling and winking at the students of the various schools, while Mr. Crouch looked uninterested, a little bored.

"Alright, the goblet will have to be decided," Dumbledore said, "I reckon it will take another minute." Listen, after the names of the Warriors are announced, I want them to go to the top of the auditorium, walk down the faculty desks, and into the next room—" he gestured to the door behind the faculty desks, "and where they will receive initial instruction. ”

He pulled out his wand and waved it heavily.

Instantly, all but the jack-o-lanterns were extinguished, and the auditorium fell into a state of half-light and half-darkness. The Goblet of Fire emitted a dazzling glow, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames that burst into sparks were glaring. Everyone watched and waited......

"It's coming."

Someone whispered and passed into the ears of the people around him.

The flames in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out. Then, a tongue of fire burst into the air, and from it flew a piece of charred parchment—everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Dumbledore took the piece of parchment and held it far away so he could read the words in the light of the flames.

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

"Not surprising at all!" Ron jumped up and shouted, as applause and cheers swept through the auditorium.

Victor Krum stood up from his Slytherin table and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore. He turned to the right, walked along the faculty desk, and entered the next room through the door.

"Great, Wickdor!" Karkaroff shouted loudly, and despite the loud applause in the auditorium, everyone could hear his voice, "I know you are destined to be a warrior!" ”

The applause and conversation gradually subsided. Now everyone's attention was once again focused on the goblet, and after a few seconds, the flame turned red again. A second piece of parchment burst out of the cup, propelled by flames.

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

"It's her, Ron!" Harry shouted too, and the girl, who resembled a girl, stood up gracefully, flicked her silver hair, and walked lightly between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

"Oh, lo and behold, they're all disappointed." Hermione said in a commotion, nodding to the other Beauxbatons representatives. Harry thinks the word "disappointed" is used too lightly. The two girls who were not chosen burst into tears, buried their heads in the crooks of their arms, and wept sadly.

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......

At that moment, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, the sparks exploded, and the tongue of fire soared high into the air, and Dumbledore pulled a third piece of parchment from the tip of the tongue.

"The warriors of Hogwarts," he exclaimed, "it's Cedric Diggory!" ”

Hufflepuff House was boiling, and every Hufflepuff House student was jumping up and down, screaming, and stomping their feet, when Cedric walked past them, smiling brightly, toward the room behind the faculty's desk. Indeed, the applause for Cedric lasted for a long time, and it was a long time before Dumbledore quieted everyone and listened to him.

"Great!" When the noise finally subsided, Dumbledore said happily, "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 of it.

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 said aloud—"Harry Potter." ”

Harry sat there, and everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at him. He froze, his mind blank, his expression full of sluggishness.

There was no applause, no cheers, only bursts of buzzing that began to fill the auditorium, like countless angry bees chirping. Some of the students also stood up, trying to get Harry to see better, and Harry stiffened in his seat, as if frozen.

Professor McGonagall stood up from the guest of honor and walked briskly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, whispering eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear, Dumbledore frowning slightly. Harry turned his face to look at his companion. They all stared at him with their mouths wide open.

"I didn't put my name in it." Harry said blankly, "You know I don't. ”

Everyone was also blank and stared at him blankly.

From the guest of honor, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded at Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" He shouted again, "Harry! Please come up here! ”

"Go ahead." Hermione whispered, nudging Harry.

Harry stood up, stepped on the hem of his robes, and stumbled slightly. He walked down the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. He felt that the road seemed extraordinarily long, and the guest of honor seemed to be so far away forever. He could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, as if each eye was a searchlight. The buzz is getting louder and louder. It seemed like a full hour before he finally walked up to Dumbledore, and he felt the eyes of all the teachers on him.

"Okay...... Go through that door, Harry. Dumbledore said, not smiling on his face. Harry walked over to the faculty desk. Hagrid sat on the very edge, not winking, waving, or saying hello to Harry as he normally would. He seemed completely stunned, just staring at Harry as he did the others.

However, before Harry could walk through the door, the Goblet of Fire released a red flame once more.

"Again?"

Everyone's eyes widened, and quite a few began to draw crosses on their chests.

The Goblet of Fire has gone wrong again and again, and this is no joke, what that means, is really obvious.

Lady Maxim and Karkaroff both looked at Dumbledore with gloomy eyes, which was very unkind.

A few seconds later, a note erupted again, landing in Dumbledore's palm.

Dumbledore looked down, a drop of sweat running down his face.

"Duten?"

This time, he wore a vaguely questioning tone.

"Duten?"

The Hufflepuff students looked at each other, they looked at their companions, at Duten, and then after a few seconds of silence......

"Oh!! Duten is also a warrior, hahaha, that's great!! ”

"That's right, great!"

"Let people from other schools see what Hogwarts is like! Duten, defeat them! ”

This shows that Duten's popularity is very strong, and it is Harry, although he bears the name of the savior, but he is not recognized by most people at present. On the contrary, it is Du Teng, his grades, his strength, has already made ordinary students regard him as a god, although many of his actions are only known to a few people, but these news cannot be completely concealed, and will always leak out.

At the end of last semester, Duten single-handedly defeated five enemies who had infiltrated Hogwarts and saved Harry, and many students knew about it. They are not good at casually publicizing, but they are guessing in their hearts how strong Du Teng is, and some people even say that Du Teng is more powerful than ordinary professors, but unfortunately everyone has not seen it with their own eyes, and no one can say it.

This time, Duten's name actually appeared inside, much to the delight of the Hufflepuff students. They are low-key, it's just that they don't like to take the initiative to promote their strength, and now Duten has taken the initiative to take this step, plus the previous Modric, Hufflepuff appeared two warriors at once, how can they not be happy? How can you not get excited?

Dumbledore's mouth was full of bitterness at this time, and he really wanted to ask, ask Duten, ask him what he was going to do. With his strength, is it interesting to mix in here? Isn't it fun?

If he asked, Duten would have nodded nine times out of ten.

"It's fun!"

He's just playing right now, the Goblet of Fire, something so interesting as Triwizard Tournament, how could he not participate? Harry may have been calculated, but he entered on his own initiative. A mere barrier for judging age, which can be broken casually, is not difficult for Du Teng.

In this situation, Dumbledore obviously couldn't say anything, he could only nod at Duten.

"Duten, you and Harry can go in together."

Unlike Harry's confusion, Du Teng tidied up his face, with a chuckle on his face and an indifferent expression, and the whole person walked through the crowd lightly and came to Harry's side.

"Let's go."

Duten patted Harry on the shoulder and walked into the room first, the roar of Karkarov could still be faintly heard behind him, but none of this had anything to do with him.

Through the door and out of the Great Hall, Duten and Harry came to a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on either side. In the fireplace across from him, the fire was blazing.

When they entered, all the faces in the portrait turned to look at them. 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.

Victor Klum, Cedric Diggory, 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, slightly distancing himself from the other two. Cedric stood there with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the fire. As Duten and Harry walked in, Fleur Delacour turned her head and flicked her long, waterfall silver hair.

"What's wrong?" She asked, "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?" ”

She thought they had come in to spread the word. Harry didn't know how to explain what had just happened. He just stood there, looking at the three warriors.

Du Teng smiled and shook his head, "Although I would love to say this, I'm sorry, we're not here to tell you out......"

As he spoke, there was a rush of footsteps behind him, and Ludo Bagman walked into the room. He grabbed them by the arm and pulled them forward.

"It's so bizarre!" He squeezed the arms of the two of them vigorously and whispered, "It's absolutely weird!" Two gentlemen, and ladies," he said, as he walked to the fireside, to the other three, "and allow me to introduce, as incredible as it may seem - these are the fourth and fifth warriors of the Triwizard Tournament!" ”

Victor Krum straightened up, looking Duten and Harry up and down, a grim expression on his face. Cedric looked overwhelmed. He looked at Bagman and then at the two opposites, thinking that he must have not heard what Bagman was saying. Fleur Delacour shook her long hair, smiled, and said, "Oh, it's a funny joke, Mr. Bagman. ”

"Jokes?" Bagman repeated, somewhat puzzled, "No, no, absolutely not!" Their names just spewed out of the Goblet of Fire! ”

Krum's two thick eyebrows furrowed slightly. Cedric still looked very cultured and confused. Fleur frowned. (To be continued.) )