"You wait."

When Hagrid poured the hot tea into Clark's cup of noodles, he couldn't hold back any longer, smiling ostentatiously at the children.

"Wait and see, you're going to see something you've never seen before.

I can't believe they're going to spend so much money on this.

The first project is...... Ah, I shouldn't have said that. ”

"Go on, Hagrid!" Harry and Ron urged, but Hagrid shook his head and grinned.

"I don't want to spoil your interest," he said, "and you'll be surprised anyway, those warriors have something to do, I didn't expect to see the Triwizard Tournament resume in my life!" ”

For the rest of the day, Harry and Ron kept trying to pry Hagrid's mouth open.

Only this time his jar-like mouth was much tighter, and he didn't let go in the face of Harry and Ron's probing.

This made Clark wonder if he had been cast a secret magic.

And so, they had lunch with Hagrid in anticipation, but they didn't eat much - Hagrid made them a pot of steak, according to him, a smorgasbord of steaks, and Hermione dug a big paw out of her portion.

Now, she, Clark, Neville, and Ron and Harry have no appetite.

Still, they sat with Hagrid all afternoon, speculating about which participants might be drafted as Warriors, and wondering if the beard on Fred's face had faded.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, a light rain began to fall from the sky, and the sky became much more gloomy.

Clark and the others sat by the warm fire, listening to the rain gently pounding on the glass window, and had to get up to pack their things and prepare to return to the castle.

After all, in this weather, they didn't want to wait for a foot in the mud to walk back.

"I'll go with you," Hagrid said, putting his knitted socks aside, "I'll have to help set up the Great Hall first." ”

He stood up, walked over to the chest of drawers beside the bed, and began to search for something inside.

Clark and the others didn't pay much attention at first, until a particularly unpleasant smell entered their nostrils, and they didn't realize that something was wrong.

"Hagrid, what's that?" Neville asked, coughing.

"How?" Hagrid turned, holding a large bottle in his hand, "Don't you like it?" ”

"Is it a moisturizer that you put on after shaving?"

Hermione asked in a somewhat suffocated voice, she couldn't hold it anymore, and immediately used a wind spell to make an air hood on her head to keep out the unpleasant smell.

"Uh-huh—it's cologne," Hagrid muttered, his face flushed, "probably too much,"

He said in a hoarse voice, "I'll wash it off, wait a minute......"

So saying, he walked out of the hut with heavy steps, rubbing his face desperately in the bucket outside the window.

"Cologne?" Ron asked in surprise, "Is Hagrid crazy?" Why would he use that thing? ”

"And what about his hair and suit?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"Isn't that obvious enough?" Hermione suddenly looked out the window, "Look! ”

Outside the window, Hagrid, who was washing his face, had straightened up and turned away.

If he had blushed just now, then his face at the moment looked like a freshly cooked lobster, because it was still steaming on it.

Clark and the others stood up cautiously against the window, not letting Hagrid see it, and secretly looked out the window.

They saw that Madame Maxim, the headmaster of Beauxbatons, and her own students had just come out of the carriage, apparently preparing to attend a banquet in the castle.

Hagrid cautiously leaned in, they couldn't hear what Hagrid was saying, but he could still see the look of fascination and mist in his eyes when he spoke to Madame Maxim.

That expression was exactly the same as when Hagrid looked at the newly-hatched dragon Nobeta.

"He's just gone?" Hermione said in disbelief, "I thought he was waiting for us, but it turned out that he was going to the castle with her!" ”

Outside the window, after a brief conversation, Madame Maxime turned and walked towards the castle, and Hagrid followed her without even looking back at his cottage.

Beauxbatons' students followed them, trotting to keep up with their big strides.

"He's in love with her!" Ron said incredulously.

Everyone else said, "It's obvious, Hagrid is in love." ”

"But that's normal," Hermione analyzed calmly, "after all, it's not easy to find a lady of Hagrid's size. ”

They looked out the window together, and from a distance, Hagrid and Madame Maxime were almost as tall.

"Ah, then if they have children in the future, they will definitely set a world record," Ron couldn't help but joke, "—dare I say each of their children will weigh a ton." ”

A few people talked and laughed, and then they went out of the hut and closed the door.

It was already so dark outside, so everyone wrapped their cloaks tighter and walked up the slope of the lawn, and the topic remained on Hagrid.

"I have to admit that those French girls are great, and it's not surprising that Hagrid is hooked." Ron said with a grin.

Hermione glanced at him and immediately guessed what this guy thought, "Then someone else has to take a fancy to him, wishful thinking can only be called unrequited love." ”

Ron didn't hear what she was saying, and continued, "That's not for sure, after all, it should be difficult for that headmistress to meet a man about her size, and Hagrid is also very manly. ”

Speaking of this, Hermione thought of the cologne she had just smelled in the cabin, and she had no desire to speak again.

As they walked to the lake, they saw that Durmstrang's delegation had just disembarked from the boat.

"Oh, they're coming, look!" Ron whispered happily.

Victor Krum and Karkaroff walked side by side, followed by the other Durmstrang students.

Ron looked at Krum excitedly, but Krum passed in front of them without squinting, and walked straight into the main entrance, not even looking at them.

When they walked into the candlelit auditorium, there were a few people sitting sporadically, waiting for the dinner to begin.

Professors were busy decorating Halloween, and the four long tables of the college, which had been placed side by side, were now moved to the edge of the auditorium.

As a result of this change, a large open space was created in front of the staff desk, which was Dumbledore's seat.

On the ground of the clearing, in the center of a circular Yin Engraved Six-Pointed Star Circle, the Goblet of Fire, which had been placed in the foyer before, had now moved there and was burning quietly.

Clark and the others found Gryffindor's long table, where Fred and George were already sitting, Madam Pomfrey was doing well, and Fred's chin was back to a slick appearance.

"I wish it was Angelina." Fred said as Clark, Hermione, Neville, Harry, and Ron sat down.

"Me too!" Ron held his breath and said, "Ah, we'll find out soon!" ”

As the minutes ticked by, the number of people in the auditorium began to increase at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Finally, the time came to half past five, and the Halloween dinner officially began.

A series of exquisite foods appeared on the golden plate in front of them, roast chicken, grilled steak, grilled pork chops, roasted beef tongue, fried potato wedges, fried foie gras......

The variety of cuisines is dazzling, and there are even some foreign delicacies that cannot be named, and they look even more exquisite.

However, perhaps because of the banquet for two days in a row, the young wizards did not like these well-prepared sumptuous dishes as much as they usually did.

They ate their food, but their thoughts were still on the Goblet of Fire not far away.

However, I don't know if it's their delusion, tonight's Halloween dinner seems to be much longer than usual.

The people in the auditorium kept looking around, and every face showed an anxious expression.

Everyone was restless and had no intention of eating, and stood up from time to time to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.

Only Clark patiently took a plate of pumpkin pie and didn't seem to take it seriously at all.

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.

Karkaroff and Lady Maxim 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 a little bored.

"Alright, the Goblet of Fire is about to be decided," Dumbledore's voice was mixed with some emotion, "I guess it'll take another minute." ”

"When the names of the Warriors are announced, I hope they can walk to the top of the auditorium, walk down the faculty desks, and into the next room—"

He gestured to the door behind the faculty member's desk.

There, they will receive initial instruction. Then, they will appear in front of us and complete the final heroic ritual! ”

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and waved it heavily.

In the next moment, except for the candles in the jack-o-lantern, the rest of the candles were extinguished, and the magic ceiling above his head reflected the dark sky outside, and the entire auditorium suddenly fell into a state of half-light and half-darkness.

Only the Goblet of Fire in the center of the auditorium now emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything in the auditorium, and the blue-white flames that burst into sparks were a little dazzling.

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

"It's coming." Lee Jordan whispered that he and Clark were separated by two seats.

As if to confirm his words, the blue-white flames suddenly rose to the top and turned into crimson pillars of fire, and crackling sparks burst out.

Then, a tongue of fire leapt 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 it in the light of the flames. The flames reverted to blue and white.

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

There was polite applause from the auditorium, which was not surprising at all, and anyone could see how much Durmstrang thought of him.

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.

The applause and conversation died down, and a few seconds later, a second piece of parchment burst out of the cup in a crimson flame.

"The warriors of Beauxbatons," Dumbledore cried, "it's Fleur Delacul!" ”

Like Krum, Fleur stood up gracefully, flicked her silver hair, and walked lightly between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

When she entered the next room, the auditorium fell silent again, and this time there was a strong excitement that could be tasted in the silence.

Now it's the turn of the Hogwarts Warriors......

The Goblet of Fire didn't keep them waiting, the flames turned red again, and Dumbledore pulled a third piece of parchment from the tip of the tongue of fire.

"The warriors of Hogwarts," he exclaimed, "it's Clark Prewyt!" ”

Rumble!

The entire auditorium exploded in an instant.

Yes, no applause.

A buzz began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping, and some students even stood up just to get a better view of Clark.

Whether it was Slytherin, or Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, including Gryffindor, everyone turned their heads to look at him.

Without him, just because he was only in his fourth year and only fifteen, it meant that he simply didn't meet the qualifying threshold set by Dumbledore.

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.

Clark turned his face to look at Neville and Hermione, and the classmates at the long Gryffindor table behind them all stared at him with their mouths wide open.

Even Ron, who was sitting next to Clark, looked at him with a look of surprise, as if he had met Clark for the first day.

Perhaps only Hermione and Neville were still normal, and they trusted Clark anyway.

After all, if it really comes to strength, who among the students of Hogwarts can be more powerful than Clark?

It's just that before the emotions of the little wizards could further intensify, another movement attracted everyone's attention.

The flames in the goblet turned red again, and the sparks crackled and burst out. A long tongue of fire suddenly burst into the air, holding a piece of parchment on 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 read aloud—

"Bruce Stewart."

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