The Beauxbatons students were coming in through the front door from the field when Roche went there, and among them was the girl who looked like a girl. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe people around the Goblet of Fire stepped back, letting them through, and watched eagerly.

Madame Maxim followed her students into the foyer and ordered them to line up. One by one, the students of Buchbaton crossed the age line and threw their parchment into a blue-and-white flame. When each name is thrown into the flames, the flames quickly turn red and burst out with sparks.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, it was raining lightly, and Roger sat comfortably by the warm fire, listening to the rain gently knocking on the glass window.

Although Dumbledore quickly closed the loophole, Roger had already proved that Dumbledore was not omnipotent, and many ambitious but young students began to sign up for the outside door in an endless stream...

What to ask an upclassman to sign up for you, go to the library to find a spell to break, dig a hole in the basement ceiling to make the Goblet of Fire fall, make yourself fly so that you fall directly on the Goblet of Fire...

Hermione looked annoyed, not only by the riot caused by Roger, but also by the fact that the creature had written the names of his group and threw them in, "What if we were really chosen? There are six of us!"

"When the time comes, let's just go together~" Roger said with a grin. And the real registration slip was already thrown in last night.

"Anyway, when the time comes, we'll nominate you up, and the professors will definitely consider it. Harry fanned the flames.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm on, then none of you can run. Roger said through gritted teeth. The intrigue laughter made Harry and Hermione feel cold inexplicably.

At half past five, it was getting dark, and Roger and his family, who had stayed in the common room, began to go downstairs to attend the Halloween feast and, more importantly, the announcement of the school warriors.

Compared to Roger's uncontrollable provocation of the corners of his mouth, Hermione and Harry always felt that tonight's ritual was going to happen, and if there was anything that would make this thing happy, it would be a big mess for ordinary people.

When they walked into the candlelit auditorium, it was almost full. The Goblet of Fire has been relocated. It was standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff's desk.

Fred and George's white-bearded chin had turned back to a bare state, and as soon as they saw Roger come down, the brothers immediately came up and complained half-truthfully.

"How can you do this... After we have grown a beard with confidence, we will tell the more stupid and pitiful way..."

"By the time we lost our beards, Dumbledore had already restricted this method..."

Roger looked the twins up and down: "Don't tell me you haven't registered yet..."

"How is that possible," said Fred mysteriously, "we've done a clever way of putting names in. ”

"I wish we could be chosen," George said as Roger, Hermione, and Harry sat down, "as long as we win this thousand Galleons... Add the rest and you'll almost be able to rent a great shop in Diagon Alley. ”

"I don't think your mom would react if you spent this money like that. Roger grinned and poured cold water on the twins. Mrs. Weasley was vehemently opposed to the brothers' tricky inventions.

Fred and George's faces immediately turned unpleasant: "It's better to think about this when you are really selected..."

The Halloween dinner seems to be going on for a lot longer than usual. Perhaps because of the two days of banquets, people don't seem to like the sumptuous dishes that are well prepared as much as they usually do.

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.

Hermione and Harry, like them, were eager to finish their plates and find out who was chosen as Warriors, and preferably not any of them...

When the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, the sound in the auditorium suddenly rose a lot. As Dumbledore stood up, the Great Hall fell silent again.

Karkaroff and Madame Maxim on either side of the old Deng looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else.

The two officials of the Ministry of Magic looked diametrically opposed, Ludo Bagman was smiling and winking at the students of the various schools, and the other Mr. Barty Crouch looked a little bored.

"Alright, the Goblet of Fire will have to make a decision," Dumbledore said, "I reckon it will be another minute." Listen, after the names of the warriors are announced, I want them to walk to the top of the auditorium, walk down the faculty desks, and into the next room..."

He pointed to the door behind the faculty member's desk, "... They will receive initial instruction there. ”

Dumbledore 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 now glowed brighter, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames that burst into sparks were glaring.

Everyone watched, waited, and a few people kept looking at their watches...

"It's coming. Fred whispered, and could tell that he and George were worried.

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... The people in the auditorium all held their breath.

Dumbledore took the piece of parchment and held it far away, presumably so that he could read the words in the light of the flames. The flames reverted to blue and white.

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

Applause and cheers swept through the auditorium. Roger saw the famous Quidditch Seeker get up from his Slytherin table and walk listlessly towards Dumbledore. He turned to the right, walked along the faculty desk, and entered the next room through the door.

"Great, Wickdor!" Karkaroff roared, and despite the loud applause in the auditorium, everyone could hear him: "I know you're 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!"