Seeing a wizard enter the auditorium, everyone looked up from the table to see who was coming.

Gabrielle's eyes widened and she asked in a curious tone, "Rov, are the two of them also Hogwarts professors?" ”

"It's not." Rove was sipping a summer vegetable tossed with walnuts, cumin, and grated cheese, and he wiped the corners of his mouth and introduced to her:

"The guy with the short blond hair is Ludo Bagman, a former hitman for the Wimbourne Hornets, who retired and became the director of the Department of Magical Sports."

"As for the one-eyed wizard - his name is Otavi Akus - is the head of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic."

"He's weird-looking." Gabrielle said.

"yes." Rove narrowed his eyes as he stared at the new director who had taken over from Barty Crouch Sr.

Arcus was very old, his face was wrinkled, his hair was as black as night, not a single white thread, he had a neat black beard on his face, and a black leather covered his left eye, but his right eye was as blue as the midsummer sky.

Fleur picked up a dime glass of ale wine, took a sip, and said thoughtfully, "They're here for the Triwizard Tournament?" ”

"That's right." Rove nodded, "The Triwizard Tournament is organized by these two departments, and the competition program is also set up by them. ”

Of course, with Ludo's lazy personality, it is estimated that he will leave most of the matters to the Department of International Cooperation to do, and he only thinks about being lazy.

Dumbledore stood up and walked towards the two of them, smiling, "Welcome, friends, please share the feast with us." ”

Ludo and Akus sat down in the guest of honor, and Karkaroff found a vacant seat next to him.

With those cold eyes, he looked at Arcus, and then at Snape, and whispered, "Severus, whose place is this?" ”

Snape's face was gloomy, "Moody." ”

"Crazy-eyed?" Karkaroff looked at Snape in amazement, unable to believe his ears.

"Why is the old dog here?!"

"I'm a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts." A mocking voice rang out.

"What, you have an opinion, Karkarov?!"

Karkaroff turned his head in shock and saw Moody limping over, his face suddenly turned pale.

Moody walked over to Karkaroff, his normal eyes staring at him, and the magic eye kept spinning around in his sockets, first at Snape, then at Ludo and then at Akus.

"Karkarov, we haven't seen each other for a long time, count, how many years?" Moody asked in a hoarse voice.

Karkaroff stared at each other in astonishment for a moment, as if he didn't know how to answer.

"Thirteen years." In a voice that was almost whispered, Moody reminded, "The last time we saw each other was in the tenth courtroom of the Ministry of Magic, and I personally sent you in. ”

Karkaroff's face became paler and paler, and he said inwardly: "Don't mess around, I'm the headmaster of Durmstrang now!" ”

"Headmaster?" Moody smiled and said, "Remember Crouch?" ”

Karkarov did not speak.

"Of course you remember!" Moody sneered and said, "It took me six months to catch you, and it was Crouch who let you go again."

He's also recently been in Azkaban because of his Death Eater son.

Crouch is still the director of the Department of Cooperation, and he almost became the Minister of Magic back then, how about you, Principal Durmstrong? ”

After saying this, the white-haired old man picked up a curved wine bottle from his waist, drank it one by one, and sneered indistinctly:

"Karkarov, all I know is that dogs can't change their, so you'd better not do bad things under my eyes...... I'll keep an eye on you! ”

Karkarov's face turned pale and he swallowed with difficulty.

Moody looked like a blank old dog, looking very old, toothless, and seemed to be unable to howl, but even just raising his eyes made him feel terrible.

He just wants to get out of the auditorium now!

Karkaroff was not the only one who wanted to leave the auditorium, but also Professor Flitwick.

Hagrid, who had returned to the auditorium at some point, had just sat down under his chair when he noticed Maxim, who was almost about his size.

His eyes widened as if he had seen an alien creature, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

How can there be such a peugeot witch in the world?

Oh, Merlin, this lady is as lovely as a newborn dragon!

Hagrid felt like his heart was melting.

"Hagrid, have a glass of wine and warm up." Professor Flitwick held up a wine glass and handed it to Hagrid.

Hagrid still stared blankly at Maxim, reaching out to grasp the glass, and also to squeeze Professor Flitwick's hand.

This action made Professor Flitwick's fingers hurt so much that he exclaimed:

"Oh, you hurt me, Hagrid! Release it, don't push it so hard! Yes! ”

Hagrid raised his glass to take a sip, but the wine didn't reach his mouth and fell on Professor Flitwick's head.

"Oh, you're all in my hair, Hagrid! It's slimy, get me a tissue and wipe it clean! ”

Hagrid looked at Maxim with a smirk on his face, and he picked up the fork and accidentally stuck it in Professor Flitwick's hand.

"Oh, it hurts, it's bleeding, Hagrid! Get that thing out of here! You idiot!! ”

The whole guest of honor table was in a commotion for a while, and after a long time, when all the sweets were served and people swallowed large glasses of wine, the golden plates were scrubbed again.

Dumbledore stood up again, an excitement and nervousness permeating the Great Hall, all staring intently at the Headmaster.

"The time has finally come," Dumbledore smiled.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Akus have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament."

"Together with me, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxim, they will form a five-member panel of judges to judge the performance of the Warriors."

Applause immediately erupted in the auditorium, Ludo waved his hand happily in thanks, and Arcus stood up gracefully and bowed slightly.

"You know, there will be three warriors in the tournament, and they will be selected from three schools." Dumbledore looked at the crowd and said calmly.

"These warriors will need to complete three projects that will test their magical talents, courage, reasoning skills – and, of course, their ability to overcome danger!"

"Warriors will be scored based on the quality of each event, and the Warrior with the highest score will win the Final Three Cup!"

Everyone looked at Dumbledore, they were more concerned about how to select the warriors at this time, but fortunately, the headmaster did not continue to chatter, and got straight to the point:

"The one in charge of selecting the Warriors is an impartial selector, and it is - the Goblet of Fire!"

At this moment, Filch walked towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels, which looked very old, and the students looked at it with fascination.

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times, the lid slowly creaked open, pulling out a large, rough-cut wooden goblet.

The cup itself is not at all inconspicuous, but there is a blue-white flame dancing inside.

Dumbledore placed the cup on the lid of the box so that everyone in the Great Hall could see it clearly.

"Every student who wants to run for the Warriors must write his name and the name of his school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet." Dumbledore said.

"Students who aspire to become warriors can sign up within twenty-four hours. Tomorrow night, the night of Halloween, Goblet will choose the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools.

Tonight, the goblet will be placed in the foyer and will be accessible to all students who are willing to participate in the campaign. ”

"One last thing!" Dumbledore looked at all the students, and he said loudly:

"Anyone can sign up, but ...... Once chosen as a Champion by the Goblet of Fire, a powerful, must-obey magical pact will be formed with it!

According to the terms of the magic contract, the warrior must come to the scene to complete all the matches, and if anyone refuses to participate, or gives up halfway, the end will be very miserable! ”

Hearing this, the auditorium fell silent, and it seemed as if everyone had stopped breathing.

"Remember!" Dumbledore looked around, pausing slightly as his gaze swept over Rove.

"You have to think about it and then decide whether to put your name in, once you have participated in the competition, there are only two results, complete all the tasks, or...... Death! ”

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(Thanks to the two bigwigs of "Just Love to Swim in the Water" and "Or Song" for their tips.)

In the recent special period, the chapter is not displayed, but the crow can be seen in the background, and everyone can say more chapters. ）

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