Perhaps Dumbledore noticed their sudden silence, and then 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 unlike before, Filch didn't hold his red-eyed cat while trying to keep his back straight......

It looks like it's very painful.

Filch is a squib, and without the aid of magic, it is very difficult for a person to change an already fixed body.

Filch tried to be dignified. He walked towards Dumbledore with a large, old jeweled box. The students chatted excitedly.

In fact, in order to see the jewelry box, Dennis, Colin's younger brother, had already stood on the chair, but unfortunately he was too small and was still blocked by others.

Van Lin's gaze seemed to want to penetrate the jewelry box.

If placed in the Muggle world, such an ancient jewelry box would be priceless, not to mention the contents inside.

The Goblet of Fire, the selection tool for the Three Witches Fighting Tournament, in fact, is the most important part.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagmund have already checked the mission statements for this year's champions," Filch had carefully placed the box on the table in front of him as Dumbledore spoke, "and they had prepared 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 Burning Goblet of Fire. ”

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped it three times on the jewel chest. The box looked as if it had melted, a scene that Van Lin had seen before, and it was a method of alchemy that Nicolame liked to use.

All the outer lining was stacked on top of the table, and a dark gray wooden goblet was revealed, which would have been inconspicuous had it not been for the blue and white flames dancing around the edges of the cup.

Dumbledore carefully placed the flaming goblet on top of the table so that everyone could see it.

"Applicants must neatly write their names and schools on parchment and then toss them into the cup," said Dumbledore, "and those who wish to do so should put their name into the cup within 24 hours, and tomorrow night, on Halloween, the goblet will give the name of the player it has chosen to represent their school." Tonight, the goblet will be placed in the entrance hall, and anyone who wants to sign up can enter, in order to avoid the temptation of minors to sign up for the ......"

Dumbledore paused slightly, then said, "Once the goblet is in the population hall, I'll draw an age line around it, and no one under the age of 17 will be able to cross it." Finally, I would like to remind you that this tournament is not something that you can just want to participate in, and once you have been selected by the Burning Goblet, he or she will have to fight to the end. Because when you put the name in the cup, you naturally form a binding magical contract. Once you're a player, 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. ”

"An age line!" said Fred Wesley, his eyes sparkling, as he walked through the hall to the entrance hall.

"Well, then it's not going to be fooled by age agents, is it? You're going to laugh once your name is in that cup — it doesn't know if you're 17 or not. ”

"But I don't think there's going to be much of a chance for those under 17. Harry said, "We haven't learned enough......

"Say it yourself," George asked Harry at once, "you'll find a way in, won't you?"

Harry thought that Dumbledore had told him if anyone under the age of seventeen could sign up, but after a while he was thinking about the wonderful scenario of himself winning the Three Witches Cup.

He couldn't imagine how annoyed Dumbledore would be if he found out that someone under the age of 17 had figured out how to cross the age line......

"Where is he?" asked Ron. He didn't even listen to them, and looked for Krum in the crowd to see how he was doing.

"Dumbledore didn't say where Durmstrang's people slept, did he?"

The answer to the question was almost immediate, they were now at the same level as the Slytherin table. Karkaroff was just still urging his students.

"Go back to the boat. Karkaroff said, "How are you, Victor? Have you eaten enough? Do you want me to have someone go to the kitchen and get some wine with sugar and spices?"

Harry saw Krum shaking his head, putting on his leather coat.

"Professor, I want some wine. Another Durmstrang boy was hopeful.

"I'm not talking to you. Karkaroff snapped, his kind paternal demeanor immediately vanished, "I find you have made your clothes all over again, disgusting child......"

Karkaroff turned and led his students towards the door.

It just so happened that the four of them were there.

Harry let him go first.

"Thank you. Karkaroff gave him a nonchalant look.

Kakrov was stunned. He stared back at Harry, unable to believe his eyes.

Behind him, Durmstrang students also stopped.

Karkaroff's eyes slowly surveyed Harry's face from bottom to top, and finally stopped at the scar.

Durmstrang's students also stared at Harry curiously, and of course, Van Lin, two well-known figures.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see some of them have a look of realization.

The boy with food sticking to the front of his robe lightly touched the girl next to him, openly pointing at the four people in front of him

"That's right, it's Harry Potter. There was a roar from behind.

Karkaroff turned, and Mad-Eye Moody stood there, leaning against his students, his magic eyes glaring at Durmstrang's headmaster without blinking.

Kakrov's face changed color, revealing a terrifying mixture of anger and fear

"You!" he glared at Moody, as if he didn't believe his eyes.

"What's wrong with me," Moody said gloomily, "if you don't have anything to say to Harry, Karkaroff, you should give way, you blocked the door." ”

Without saying a word, Karkaroff led his students away in a mighty manner. Moody walked out of sight, the Devil's Eye staring at his back again, a look of utter disgust on his shattered face.

Indeed, half of the students in the hall were waiting behind him, one by one craneing their necks to see what was causing the blockage.