"Look!" Harry tugged at Tom's cloak, and when Tom was just pulling it in, he simply poked Tom's arm, "Look!

Tom withdrew his gaze from Karkaroff and asked with some confusion, "Who?"

"Krum!" Harry couldn't hide his excitement, his body stopped shaking in an instant, his hands stopped frozen, and his eyes seemed to be shining with stars.

Tom looked around and saw that almost everyone was acting like Harry, and even the Slytherins, who had always been reserved and calm, were excited.

"So, who is Krum?" Tom looked blank, "He's famous?"

Based on the students' performance, it seems to be no different from how Muggles meet stars.

"This is Krum!" Harry looked incredulous, "the Seeker of the Bulgarian Quidditch team!"

"I see. Tom nodded calmly and followed the crowd towards the castle.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed.

The students of Hogwarts sat down at their long tables, fumbling their cloaks and pockets, as if looking for something.

Beauxbatons students paused for a moment at the entrance to the foyer and sat down at the Ravenclaw table.

But the students at Hogwarts were still restless, all twisting their necks and staring at the Durmstrang students who were still in the foyer—Victor Klum, to be exact.

Malfoy whispered to the Slytherins to move their positions, but within a few moments, there was enough space at the Slytherin table.

Durmstrang's students, led by Victor Krum, sat down at the Slytherin table.

A sigh of regret rang out in the auditorium.

The high-profile Krum sat between Malfoy and Harry.

Tom watched as Harry, who had been quite normal, trembled as if he had goat epilepsy as soon as Krum sat down.

As a "newcomer" to the wizarding world, Tom had no idea what Krum was like in the eyes of a young wizard.

He calmly stabbed Harry with his elbow, signaling him to calm down.

"Good evening!" Dumbledore said with a smile from the faculty seat, "Ladies, gentlemen, ghosts, and our dignitaries—"

The students listened intently as Dumbledore said his welcome.

"The Triwizard Tournament will officially begin after the feast," Dumbledore said, "and for now, please eat and drink as if you were in your own home." ”

The auditorium resounded with enthusiastic cheers.

Now, in addition to Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, a different dinner from the past, and the Triwizard Tournament can be discussed.

As the golden plates on each long table became empty, Dumbledore stood up again.

Each student looked at Dumbledore with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Tom was also infected by them, and looked intently at Dumbledore.

"The long-awaited moment has finally arrived. Dumbledore smiled at the upturned faces in the Great Hall, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin." ”

He gestured to the corner of the auditorium and continued, "I'd like to explain the program for this school year. Before I do that, allow me to introduce two guests—"

At the faculty desk, two people Tom had never seen before stood up.

"This is Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic. ”

Tom habitually applauded.

Embarrassingly, there were only a few people in the auditorium clapping except Tom, and the sparse applause made Tom hesitantly lower his hand.

"This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Physical Education at the Ministry of Magic. ”

Tom cautiously prepared to applaud, and only when there was loud applause in the auditorium did he clap his hands earnestly.

Dumbledore gave a brief introduction to the two members of the Ministry, and then asked Filch, who had been lurking in the corner of the Great Hall, to step forward.

Filch wore an old-fashioned tuxedo and held an old wooden box studded with jewels held high.

"The specific items of this year's Warriors competition have been carefully reviewed by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman. There are three projects, each at different times throughout the school year,...... Dumbledore said.

At this point, Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of Dumbledore.

The students' discussion gradually became quieter, and everyone craned their necks to see what might be in the wooden box.

"As you already know, there will be three warriors competing in this tournament, representing different schools. They will be judged based on the quality of each event. ”

As Dumbledore said this, the entire Great Hall closed their mouths, and it seemed as if everyone was holding their breath.

"When all the events are over, the Warrior with the most points will win the Triwizard Cup. And the one in charge of the Tianxuan Warriors is a fair selector—"

Dumbledore tapped his wand on the wooden box in front of him, and the box creaked open, revealing the wooden goblet in the box.

This goblet is very rough and unremarkable at all. But the blue-white flames jumping in the cup are particularly eye-catching.

Tom's eyes were drawn to the flame.

He vaguely felt that there seemed to be some kind of magical energy in this beautiful flame.

He couldn't help but stare at the big wooden goblet, not even listening to Dumbledore's next words.

Before you know it, the banquet is over.

Harry, who had been running away for a long time, suddenly became sluggish, as if he was waiting for something.

Malfoy spoke to Victor Krum with a smug expression on his face - almost the entire Slytherin had ears stretched and listened to their conversation.

It wasn't until Karkaroff hurried over, concerned about Krum's health and asking Durmstran's students to return to the ship, that the Slytherins reluctantly left.

"Gone, Tom. ”

Harry stood up, urging Tom, who was still staring at the Goblet of Fire.

He was careless, and his shoulder hit Karkaroff, who was talking to Krum.

"Be careful. Karkaroff glanced at Harry with some anger.

Tom stood up and found Karkaroff staring at Harry, his eyes wide open.

Harry didn't expect Karkaroff's reaction to be so big.

He blushed and said, somewhat bewildered, "I'm sorry, Professor. I didn't mean to. ”

But as if he hadn't heard, Karkaroff shifted his gaze to Harry's forehead.

Tom was not very happy and thought that this Durmstrang professor was a bit rude.

But he didn't bother to say anything, nodded at Karkaroff, and pulled Harry away.

Karkaroff looked thoughtfully at the backs of Harry and Tom leaving.