"I call by covenant;

Request with blood;

Take my body as a tool;

Sacrifice to magic. ”

"At the call of the Holy Grail, if you wish to do so, respond immediately."

Clark's chanting echoed throughout the auditorium, much louder than the voices of the three of them.

Not only that, but his voice was also extraordinarily infectious, making all the little wizards who heard his words suddenly seem to see magic like clouds, frost and snow, condensing, sublimating, and overflowing.

Like the sun, moon and stars, hanging high in the sky.

At this moment, the sudden convergence of a huge amount of magic made Clark's body seem to lose its original meaning, turning into a small building block in a huge cycle, connecting mystery and reality.

"Make an oath here."

"You walk through time, back and forth between the past and the future."

"Knowledge is who you are, and mystery is your decoration."

"Fairness is your motto, and strength is your appendage."

"Your throne will be lifted high above the stars, and you will answer my call!"

The last words finally came out of his mouth, and the long chant ended at this moment, and even Clarke, at this moment, felt like he was almost about to collapse.

His spiritual power poured out like a flood in the center of the magic array, and he was accepted by all of them.

It was as if it was not a magic circle, but a circular portal to another world.

With the particularity of psychic power, Clark's soul seems to have passed through a colorful passage, arriving at some unpredictable and unknowable place, and briefly establishing contact with a mysterious being.

"Yes!"

The next moment, with this slightly familiar voice sounding, without the need for holy relics, the chaotic magic power around the magic circle quickly contracted towards the center of the magic circle.

In the center of the circle, the psychic power that Clark had previously infused into the circle gushed out again, mixing with the gathered magic.

In this way, a young Heroic Soul Servant shrouded in a dark blue starry sky robe slowly revealed his body.

In the eyes of everyone, the light of the audience seemed to converge on him, making him the focus of the moment.

However, he had no features, and his name was unknown, and even the appearance of this heroic spirit was not clear because of the starlight mist that shrouded his face.

But no one could underestimate him, because the moment he appeared, he looked at Clark's face with a serious gaze.

"Are you my master?"

The summoned Heroic Spirit can speak? This is something that even the hammer god Thor just now can't do!

The three principals, the two referees, and even the professors present gasped.

The so-called heroic spirits refer to those heroes who have left great achievements in human history and become legends and even objects of worship after death, becoming totemic spirit-like beings.

This kind of elves, formed by the beliefs of all living beings, can be said to be the earliest form of belief in gods, and often together with shamans, druyin, and shamans, they constitute a symbol of the age of ignorance.

Since then, with the progress of civilization, this kind of totem spirit, which is extremely inefficient in the utilization of faith, has gradually been replaced by belief in gods, and the term "heroic spirit" has also disappeared in the pile of old papers and is slowly forgotten by people.

It wasn't until this Triwizard Tournament that the Heroic Spirit was turned over by the British wizards as a necessary condition for starting the Holy Grail War.

However, due to the changes of the times, even the gods cannot appear in today's world, and naturally there are enough personalities and environments to allow the "heroic spirit" to descend in its entirety like in ancient times.

Clarke: What they summoned through the Soul Summoning Ritual was just a clone that could borrow some of the power of the Heroic Spirit.

These doppelganger spirits have no personality consciousness, are unable to communicate and think, and only have the most instinctive stress responses, and must also reside in the summoner's body in order to resist external pressure and stay in the real world.

Therefore, they can only be called "servants".

But the "Servant" that Clark is summoning now is a little different, and he is able to utter a complete question.

This means that this "Servant" retains wisdom, and it also means that the ontology of this Servant must be stronger than the ontology of several other Servants.

Clark stretched out his right hand and replied, "That's right! ”

The nebula was pervasive, the magic was flowing, and the mysterious servant dissipated, turning into an abstract imprint on the back of Clark's right hand that resembled both a balance and a book.

Although Karkaroff and the others were curious, they also knew that this Heroic Follower was the killer weapon for the next competition for the warriors, and they would not tell their Servant information to others, and it was naturally impossible for others to tell the information to themselves.

So after Clark re-stood on the teacher's stage, the warrior selection ceremony of the entire Triwizard Tournament came to an end.

Dumbledore walked to the front of the stage and looked at the young wizards who had just recovered from that strange series of scenes.

"Today, the four Champions of the Triwizard Tournament have finally been chosen, which is a common choice of various schools and Goblet of Fire, and has been unanimously recognized and endorsed by various academies and ministries of magic.

In the next six months, they will be deeply involved in the competition, competing with each other, supporting each other, and making progress together.

I believe that all of you here can put aside your prejudices, show kindness to all the warriors, and support them well.

Make a bigger contribution to this event by cheering on the Warriors. ”

Dumbledore's official remarks drew a sparse round of applause, but he didn't care.

"Alright, it's getting late, I think you should go back to bed and enjoy your dreams."

The little wizards began to get up one after another, and the creaking of benches dragging on the floor continued.

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked back at Mr. Crouch with a slight concern, "Do you really not want to stay at Hogwarts tonight, Barty?" ”

"Yes, Dumbledore, I must go back to the Ministry."

Crouch decisively refused.

"It's a very busy, very difficult time...... Now this particular situation has happened again, and I have put young Wes in charge when he comes...... Fortunately, he is very enthusiastic...... To be honest, without him, I wouldn't even have had a chance to come out today. ”

"Well, then, why don't you at least come over for a drink before you go?" Dumbledore said.

"Come on, Barty, I'm staying here and not leaving!" Bagman said with great interest, "It's finally happening at Hogwarts, isn't it, it's a lot more fun than the office, despite the twists and turns!" ”

"I don't agree, Ludo." Crouch's tone was filled with his usual impatience, "This is just the beginning, and there's a lot of work to do." ”

"Especially in the later games, it is possible that people from other countries will also watch them, and the situation of this game will represent the image of the entire British Ministry of Magic......"

Crouch was still babbling to Bagman, and Dumbledore was talking to the other two headmasters.

"Does Professor Karkarov – Madame Maxim – need a bedtime drink?"

However, Madame Maxim had already put her arm around Fleur's shoulders and led her swiftly down the pedestal and out of the auditorium through the side door.

Clark could hear them talking quickly in French as they left.

Karkaroff also said hello to Krum, and the two left without saying a word.

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, then smiled and said to Bruce, "Mr. Stewart, I think you should go back to sleep now, after all, you may have something to do before you go to bed." ”

Bruce Stewart nodded without saying a word, and the little wizards who had left disappeared into the crowd together.

When everyone was almost gone, he looked at Clark with a smile.

Clark looked at him with the same smile, "The plan went well, didn't it?" ”

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "Indeed, but the other party should have also seen our plan, and this time it should be prepared, you don't overturn the car then." ”

Clark waved his hand disapprerovingly, "If you don't say I'll be careful, but this is our home field, and if we plan it like this, even if there is a slight change, it doesn't hurt." ”

"All right," said Dumbledore, "and since you're sure, then my old fellow won't be annoying." ”

He smiled and waved his hand, as if to drive Clark away.

"I think the Gryffindors are all waiting to celebrate with you. They finally had an excuse to make a big fuss, and it was too undeserved to take away this opportunity from them. ”

"Good night, then, Mr. Headmaster!" Clark said goodbye and left the auditorium.

When he reached the foyer, he found that it was also empty, and all the people were gone.

No, there's one more person who hasn't left!

Bruce Stewart, who had left one step earlier, stepped out of the shadows of the staircase.

At this time, the flames in the brazier were already very weak due to time, and the flickering light made the smile on the other party's face flicker, weird.

"So, we're rivals again!" Bruce said with a forced smile.

"I suppose so," Clark smiled back at him, but no one knew how sincere it was.

"You don't seem to be very excited, this is the warrior of the Triwizard Tournament!" Bruce said.

Clark gave him a blank look, "Aren't you not too excited?" ”

Bruce sighed, "Actually, I don't want to be this warrior......"

"Stop! Stop! Clark stretched out his hand to stop him and continued, "It's useless for you to tell me this, since the Goblet of Fire has chosen you, then you must complete this Triwizard Tournament next." ”

"Don't worry, I won't give up." Bruce chuckled.

Clark also said very calmly, "I won't be merciful." ”

The two of them did not continue to talk, and went in different directions along the stairs and steps.

Gryffindor's common room is in the tower, and Clark walks up the stairs and soon comes to the portrait of the fat woman.

On this special day, the fat lady is not alone in her image frame.

Just now, when Clark was meeting with the other warriors downstairs, the crumpled witch who flew into a painting next to him was sitting proudly next to the fat lady.

She must have rushed into every painting lined up on the edge of the seven flights of stairs, just to get here before he did.

Both she and the fat lady looked down at him with great interest.

"Yes, yes, yes," said the fat lady, cheerfully, "Violet has just told me everything, that you have just been chosen to be the champion of the school. ”

"yes, what a surprise tonight," Clark replied kindly, "gibberish! ”

"Absolutely not!" The pale-faced witch said angrily.

"No, no, Violet, it's a password." The Fat Lady comforted, and she spun forward, letting Harry into the common room.

The portrait opened, and before Clark could climb in, a commotion rushed into his ears like an oncoming wave, almost deafening him.

Then, a dozen hands reached out of the hole and dragged Clark into the common room, facing the entire Gryffindor house.

They were all screaming, cheering, whistling, and everyone was excited.

"You should have told us you signed up!" Fred yelled. He looked half annoyed, half excited.

"Well, we're still your cousin," cried George, "how can you get through without growing a beard?" ”

"Even if I sign you up, the Goblet of Fire will only choose me." Clark slammed back, causing the two brothers to give their middle fingers up.

Angelina rushed up to him like a whirlwind, "Oh, if it can't be me, at least I'm a Gryffindor—"

She gave Clark a big hug, which made Hermione's face change instantly.

"We've got something to eat, Clark, come over and get some food—" Ron held a plate with a few roasted lamb chops piled up in it.

Clark waved his hand, "I'm not hungry, I've eaten enough at the banquet—"

But no one wanted to hear him say he wasn't hungry, so they pulled Clark to the edge of the couch, pressed him by the shoulder, and shoved the plate full of food into his hand.

Lee Jordan somehow flipped out a Gryffindor House flag and insisted that it be wrapped around Clark like a cloak.

Clark didn't resist that, and the crowd around him approached him, surrounding him, toasting him with butterbeer or shoving cookies and peanuts into his hands.

Everyone wondered how he managed to do it, how he had cheated Dumbledore's age line by throwing his name into the goblet.

Clark is always willing to toast and answers their questions.

It's just that after hearing Clark's method, they can only shake their heads and sigh and give him a thumbs up.

After all, becoming a warrior is not a sure thing.

For the sake of a chance, you can't afford to burn up a year or two of life.

After about half an hour, Clark finally finished dealing with these enthusiastic little wizards, and only then did he use the power of his psychic ability to make them ignore themselves and hurried upstairs back to the dormitory.

As for Hermione and Neville, they? After discovering that Clark was unable to answer their doubts today, the men had already gone back to their dorm room to sleep.

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