"The time has finally come," Dumbledore said, smiling at the raised faces, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info I want to explain a few words before I bring the box in..."

"Bring what?" asked Harry in a whisper.

Roger was half-paralyzed in his chair and held his stomach, ignoring him.

“... I would like to explain our program for this school year. But first allow me to introduce two guests, because there is someone else who does not know them: Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic... This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Physical Education at the Ministry of Magic. ”

Bagman received much louder applause than Mr. Crouch in Roger's eyes, perhaps because he had previously made a name for himself as a batsman, or perhaps simply because he looked much more kind.

Looking at Mr. Crouch's short toothbrush-like mustache and unmessed parted hair, it looked a little awkward compared to Dumbledore's long hair and beard next to him.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "and they will form a panel of judges with me, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxim to judge the efforts of the Warriors. ”

As soon as they heard the word 'warrior', the students seemed to be more attentive. Dumbledore also seemed to notice their sudden silence, only to see him smile and say, "Mr. Filch, please bring the box." ”

No one noticed that Filch had been lurking in the corner of the Great Hall until he was walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box encrusted with jewels, which looked very old. The students watched intently and discussed with great interest.

"The specific events of this year's Warriors' competitions have been carefully reviewed by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him, and Dumbledore put his hand on the box and said, "They have also made many necessary arrangements for each project." ”

"There are three programs, each at different times throughout the school year, and they will test the Warriors in many different ways... Test their talent in magic, their guts, and their reasoning... And, of course, their ability to overcome danger. ”

At the hearing of the last sentence, the auditorium fell silent, and it seemed as if everyone had stopped breathing.

"You already know that there will be three Warriors in the competition," Dumbledore continued calmly, "each representing one participating school. They will be graded based on the quality of each event, and at the end of the three events, the warrior with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup. The one in charge of selecting the Champion is an impartial selector, and it is the Goblet of Fire. ”

With that, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped it three times on the lid of the box. The lid slowly creaked open.

Old Deng reached in and pulled out a large, rough-cut wooden goblet. The cup itself is unremarkable, but the inside is full of dancing blue-white flames.

He closed the box and placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the auditorium could see the quaint cup clearly.

"Every student who wants to run for the Warrior must write his name and the name of his school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," Dumbledore continued:

"Those who aspire to become warriors can sign up within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, the night of Halloween, Goblet will choose the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, the goblet will be placed in the foyer and will be accessible to all students who are willing to participate in the campaign. ”

"But in order to avoid the temptation of students who are not old enough, I will draw an age line around the goblet after it is placed in the foyer. No one under the age of 17 can cross this line. ”

Dumbledore paused and continued, "Finally, I would like to remind everyone who is going to run for election to note that this tournament is not child's play, and you must not participate in it rashly. ”

"Once he was selected by the Goblet of Fire, he had to play to the end. Whoever throws his name into the cup actually forms a pact that must be observed. ”

"Once you become a warrior, you can't change your mind. So, think twice and find out that you really want to participate in the competition before throwing your name into the cup. Okay, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night to all. ”

"Age line—" Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly, and she glanced at Roger unconsciously.

The creature was manicuring his nails with a nail clipper he had gotten out of nowhere, as if he didn't care about what Dumbledore had to say.

The girl pursed her lips, not knowing what she was thinking, but judging from her expression, it was nothing more than slandering Roger for 'pretending' and 'pretending'.

Harry followed suit with a glance at Roger, but then his mind was reminded of the glorious scene when he won the Triwizard Cup... He didn't think Roger would be able to handle the limits of Dumbledore's own magic...

The people in the auditorium began to leave their seats, and Mr. Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang, hurried up to his students.

"Alright, let's go back to the ship. He said, "How are you feeling, Victor? Are you full, do you want me to send some hot wine from the kitchen?"

Victor shook his head and put the fur cloak back on.

Karkaroff turned and led his students towards the door, which happened to be at the same time as Roger, Hermione, and Harry.

"Boiling water~" Roger slapped the buttocks of this group of foreign school students, and squeezed over without any humility.

Durmstrang's student's face immediately turned unnatural.

"Oh! I'm so sorry..."Hermione quickly apologized for Roger: "This classmate of mine has something wrong in his brain..."

Karkaroff's face was ugly and she wanted to say something, but Yang Jing inadvertently swept Harry Potter who was standing with her.

Suddenly, Karkarov was completely stunned. He turned his head back to Harry, staring at him as if he didn't believe his eyes. Durmstrang's students stopped as they followed the principal.

Karkaroff's gaze slowly moved to Harry's face, staring at the scar. Durmstrang's students also looked at Harry curiously.

It can be seen that several of these people have a look of understanding on their faces, and a boy with soup stains on his chest stabbed the girl next to him, and pointed to the forehead of the little savior unabashedly.