In the center of the celebration below, Hermione's anxious heart was suddenly wrapped in warmth, and the corners of her mouth naturally hooked up a charming arc, and then ......

Then Ron put back on the slippery horn and threw it out again.

Under the boy's blank gaze, Hermione stood up neatly and responded to the cheers and celebrations of the crowd.

She took a few steps in the direction of the teacher's chair, then turned around and waved to everyone.

Suddenly, the applause at the four long tables became even more enthusiastic.

"I knew it! Hermione was a good boy...... Very good!"

Flitwick stood in his chair and applauded, his most proud student.

The rest of the professors also expressed their support, and aside from their positions, what teacher would not like a good and smart student?

What's more, Hermione is also the president of the society, just think about the treatment of the president of the university student union.

Even Dumbledore had a satisfied smile on his face, not the slightest bit unhappy with the fact that the little witch had crossed the age barrier.

The age line he drew was a kind of protection, and not many people knew the rules of the Goblet of Fire for selecting warriors, and Dumbledore was one of them.

Compared with hard power, extraordinary talent is more in line with the standards of warriors, even if the opponent is just a young wizard who has just entered the school.

As a result, the enchantments that Dumbledore set up were difficult for students, and not so difficult for good wizards who were good enough to pass NETs with high scores.

The old man watched with a smile as the girl crossed the teacher's seat, and the excellent and non-formalistic students were the type he loved.

In the eyes of everyone, Hermione walked confidently into the cubicle of the auditorium with steady steps, but she didn't know that the sweat overflowing from the girl's clenched hands was almost dripping.

God, she wasn't mentally prepared at all, who had thrown her name into the Goblet of Fire?

Aini looked around at the performance of the people around him, and subconsciously rubbed a hair ball with his hands.

Jerry made a snowflake shape on Aini's lap and transferred the memories in his mind—it recorded everything in the hallway, from the Goblet of Fire to the place and the move.

It's so normal.

Whether it's in the auditorium, or the process of everyone touching the Goblet of Fire, it's normal and something is not normal.

Ani checked Jerry's memories over and over again, every person who entered the hallway, every piece of parchment thrown in, every reaction to the Goblet of Fire......

Everything is natural, and there is nothing suspicious.

But that's the biggest doubt.

Ani had previously asked Dumbledore that the Goblet of Fire was not just a tool for selecting champions, it was also responsible for more important tasks.

The Triwizard Tournament isn't just a muscle show for a few magic schools, it's an opportunity in itself, part of a larger ritual.

Or rather, the very beginning of the ritual chain.

The Goblet of Fire is the heart of the ceremony, and people are deemed to have signed a contract by throwing a note with their name written on it, and then the cup will pick out the three contracts that best meet the criteria for reinforcement, and the three warriors who will participate in the competition.

It's not inaccessible, but the Goblet of Fire reacts more or less anomalously during the process.

Moreover, Jerry's perception ability is very good, unless Voldemort's strength is restored, it will be difficult to silently manipulate in front of that brown-skinned mouse.

More likely, the note with Hermione's name was already inside before the cup was placed in the foyer.

Dumbledore was still speaking, and Aini was waiting for the fourth Warrior in the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry Potter.

In the original track, Dumbledore was stunned when he received the parchment with Harry's name written on it, but whether it was a performance or a performance was quite intriguing.

Eni waited for this to happen, but the Goblet of Fire failed to spit out the fourth piece of paper until Dumbledore and Maxim walked to the back compartment.

"Peace is a blessing." Ani whispered, his eyes shifting to Harry, the boy looking yearningly at the back of the teacher's seat, where the three elected warriors were in the cubicle.

What Harry didn't know was that if Aini hadn't broken the trajectory, he would have been one of them, winning and reaping the accolades time and time again.

And then...... There will be more powerlessness to be experienced, Cedric, Blake, Dumbledore, Snape, Fred, Lupin......

Perhaps without those touching stories, Harry's aura as a savior would fade, but even if he knew everything, he would definitely be happy with his current life.

Retracting his gaze from Harry, Aini followed the group to the cubicle, where the atmosphere was delicate.

Krum was talking to Hermione attentively, completely ignoring the other beautiful girl on the side, which made Fleur, who had been the focus of attention since childhood, a little unhappy, how to look at the other party how unpleasant.

Hermione was the same, she didn't like the voluptuous Fleur at all, and the reason was ...... Xu is that plate of fish offal soup that was taken away? Or something else, who knows.

However, it was not Fleur who made her feel uncomfortable in the room, but Krum, who was very enthusiastic about her.

The young Seeker was like a male peacock who only found his target, constantly telling Hermione all sorts of "interesting things", which annoyed her.

So when Dumbledore stepped through the door, the girl hurried up to him as if she had seen a savior, and then had to take a few steps back to make room for the rest of the people to enter.

Dumbledore nodded gently at Hermione, and when Fleur and Krum also stood up, he turned sideways and moved out of the way.

The two Ministry of Magic officials exchanged a few glances......

"Okay, let me do it."

Bagman walked up to Dumbledore and beckoned to the three champions, "Listen, there are only two hints about the first item.

First of all, it will be held promptly on November 24.

Then, the content of the first project...... Secrecy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bagman burst out laughing, feeling very humorous.

This "just right" push made the three young wizards clench their fists, and the adult wizards in the room were also a little speechless, and Mr. Weasley, who was traveling with him, quietly tugged at Bagman's robe, signaling him to restrain himself.

After the World Cup, Bagman was chased by goblins and a group of other people with the same suffix, only to find surprises at every turn.

Now that he had finally entered Hogwarts and could stay there for a long time, the tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and Bagman let himself go.

"By the way, there's one more point—" Bagman suddenly added, and the three of them quickly pricked up their ears to pick up information, and then heard him continue, "-You can't ask for or accept any help from the teacher, and you will be disqualified from the competition if you find out."

"Roar...... Ha ha...... Hahahaha......"