Durmstrang's episode passed quickly, and Karkaroff knew that he was at a loss, and the two principals stood on opposite sides of him, so he didn't have a position to play against the other two principals.

So Karkaroff had no choice but to make Durmstrang's students be honest at Hogwarts.

Durmstrang's classmates, of course, would not have any objections, and the end was in the medical wing, and Madam Pomfrey did not bother to worry about those unlucky bastards.

Louis also felt a little uncomfortable, and he specifically asked Dumbledore to give Madam Pomfrey some more benefits - yes, he didn't want to go, because he thought Madam Pomfrey would be tired of taking care of these rotten garlic.

In this way, Catherine's name is considered to have arrived from Ireland to the ...... Everyone in Rossia knows about it, and whenever Durmstrang's classmates see Catherine's figure, they all subconsciously avoid it, and some are timid and even can't hold their legs to swing their movements, just like a mouse meets a cat.

The flirtatious Beauxbatons classmate, Fleur Delacul, also became friends with Catherine after that incident, and occasionally saw Catherine instructing her in spells when she was fine.

The days passed, and soon it was time for the selection ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament on Halloween.

There is still a banquet to take place before the official announcement of the start of the selection. Even in this country where the food is not satisfactory, it is necessary to have some eating and drinking activities on large occasions.

Right, who doesn't eat dumplings during the New Year?

Twenty minutes after the feast began, Hagrid burst into the auditorium through a door behind the faculty desk, sat down in the seat at the end of the table, and waved a bandaged hand at someone he knew.

"How about fried snails? Hagrid? Harry asked aloud.

Hagrid happily replied loudly, "It's growing!" ”

"yes, I knew it was the case as soon as I guessed." Ron whispered, "Look at the bandages on his hands, family, maybe Hagrid's fingers are the secret to feeding the fried snails - why didn't he provide Hagrid's fingers when we went to feed the fried snails?" ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, and his five fingers moved flexibly: "Fingers...... Ha! ”

"Be quiet, Ron." Louis reminded behind him, "Beware of Hagrid's heard, please eat the rock crust cake." ”

Ron looked disgusted, "Okay, then I won't talk about it, I'll leave things like rock skin cakes to Hagrid to enjoy." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Fleur, who was sitting next to Catherine.

At this time, Furong also turned around, saw the small pot in front of him, and lightly opened her lips: "Please forgive me, do you still eat this pot of miscellaneous fish soup?" ”

Fleur's appearance is indeed very high, her waterfall-like silver hair cascades down to her waist, and she looks unusually smooth; A pair of bright blue eyes seduced the soul, and the little color critic of Ron was a little dizzy.

"You can eat." Harry didn't look at Fleur's face just now, he just heard what Fleur said, picked up the pot of soup and handed it to Fleur.

"Thank you, you're such a nice guy." Fleur smiled sweetly, good fellow, Harry also lost his mind for a moment.

But he wasn't like that - well, he was only a little interested in Zhang Qiu, and he didn't seem to appreciate Fleur, and at the same time, he saw the embarrassment of his good friend Ron, and hurriedly elbowed Ron.

"Come back to your senses, Ron, Hermione gets angry in a moment!" Harry whispered.

Ron came to his senses and whispered, "He's a baby...... It's definitely a baby! ”

"Definitely not!" Hermione was visibly angry, too, and she said in a snarky tone, "Save it, Ronald, I didn't see anyone staring at her like an idiot!" ”

Therefore, people generally don't talk in the face of extreme anger, Hermione is obviously angry and doesn't use her brain, when Fleur smiled, many boys around her stared at her stupidly, much more unbearable than Ron.

Yes, just that one, Justin Finchrie, put the spoon on his nose.

"Look at Justin Finchrie, what kind of look is this?" Louis looked at Justin in the Hufflepuff seat and whispered to Catherine, "Pretty chic, huh?" When did you learn to eat through your nose? ”

Catherine noticed Justin's demeanor and grinned.

"I'm just seduced, Hermione, you have to believe me!" Ron whispered to Hermione, "Well, I only have yours in my heart, Hermione, you have to trust me!" ”

Hermione rolled her eyes and didn't speak.

"Louis, help me explain...... Ron was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

Old God Louis comfortably rolled a spoonful of butter mashed potatoes with a spoon, chuckled and asked, "Explain what?" Explain, do you want me to help you find a little maid as pretty as Christasza? I'm looking for it, I'm looking for it, and when you break up with Hermione, I'll arrange it for you right away! ”

Hermione was furious all of a sudden, she stood up and looked at Ron angrily: "Ronald! You bastard! ”

Her rampage attracted the attention of most of the people in the auditorium, and Hermione felt a little unbearable on her face, and left angrily.

Ron grimaced, and just as he tried to catch up, he was stopped by Louis.

"Let her calm herself down for a while, even if you catch up now, it won't work, maybe it will make things worse, I said, you don't want to be beaten up by Hermione with a spell, do you?" Louis said with a smile.

Ron was a little restless, he wanted to comfort Hermione, but he was afraid of being hung up and beaten, he glanced at Louis complainingly: "Oh Louis, you said you were okay to say nonsense......"

"That's what I really think, Ron," Louis said with a wink, and then he noticed Hermione walking back, and said to Ron with a smile: "Hermione's temper is so bad, I see that you are angry every day, and it is also to help you, do you want to be cleaned up by her every day?" ”

Ron, who hadn't noticed Hermione's return, immediately retorted without thinking, "Phew! I love it! It's a blessing to be in Hermione's hands! You know what! ”

Louis shook his head at Hermione, and Ron noticed his movements and looked back to see Hermione smiling.

"Forgive you, Ron." Hermione pounced on her and gave her a real hug.

Ron clawed at first glance, not knowing where to put it, and finally patted Hermione on the back: "Okay, Hermione, I'm sorry. ”

"It's okay, I should have figured it out a long time ago, Louis bastard won't have anything good to say, he must have made it up to lie to me!" Hermione said, turning her head and glancing at Louis.

"Don't you ask me if I did it on purpose or accidentally?" Louis asked with a smile.

"No need to guess, I know you did it on purpose!" Hermione shook her little fist at Louis, "As compensation for this bad behavior, you are going to sign my Goodwill House-Elf organization paperwork!" ”

"Okay, I'll sign it." Louis stalled his hands.

Hermione came prepared, pulling out the piece of paper and handing it to Louis.

Without saying a word, Louis magically stamped his name and added a shining golden star.

"Since you are sincere, Miss Ben will forgive you!" Hermione raised her chin proudly and said with some smugness.

Louis crossed three periods in his mind.

"Do you want me to teach her a lesson? Fawn? Catherine's voice suddenly rang out: "I think she's been a little drifting lately, and I've forgotten what it's like to hang the bell upside down." ”

Hermione immediately turned and sat down, sitting like a schoolboy.

One thing descends one thing, and in front of Catherine, Hermione has never dared to raise her head.

After a while, the main course was removed and replaced with dessert, and Louis liked the panna cotta very much, and the feeling of the cold and sweet relish and the rich milky flavor made him a little.

"Which house-elf did this? Check it out. Louis tilted his head to the Sixteen Nights Sakuya on the right.

Sakiya nodded, took out her notes and wrote them down in her notebook.

Always keep in mind the preferences of the master, which is the first rule of the maid's code.

As for where the "Maid Code" came from, it can only be said that our Lady Maid Master made it up himself. Christasza has been studying this code lately, and it's been a bit of a struggle.

When dessert was finished, Dumbledore stood up, and at the same time, an excitement and nervousness permeated the Great Hall, whispering and guessing what the next show would be.

"The time has finally come," Dumbledore said, smiling at the faces, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin, and I'd like to explain a few words before bringing the box in." ”

"I'd like to explain the program of our activities this school year, but first allow me to introduce two guests, because there are still people who don't know them, this is Mr. Zlatan Lovegood, Acting Director of the Department of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic."

"That's my dad! That's my dad! In Ravenclaw's seat, his daughter, Jaco Lovegood, cheered happily.

There was a round of applause at the Ravenclaw seat, after all, Arco was a third-year Ravenclaw, and in a way, Da Yin Bu was also Ravenclaw's own person.

After the applause had subsided, Dumbledore pointed to the person on the other side and introduced, "This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Physical Education at the Ministry of Magic. ”

The applause for Mr. Bagman was not small, after all, he was once a well-known Quidditch player - the most important thing is that he was so festive and seemed to be a friendly mess, and few students would hate someone with such a strong affinity.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Lovegood and Mr. Bagman have worked hard to arrange the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore paused for a moment and continued, "Together with me, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime, they will form a panel of judges to judge the efforts of the Warriors. ”

As soon as they heard the word warrior, the atmosphere of the students was solemn, and they seemed to be looking forward to Dumbledore's follow-up explanation.

I saw him smile slightly and say, "Mr. Filch, please bring the box up." ”

No one noticed that Filch had been lurking in a corner of the Great Hall until now, and he was walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box encrusted with jewels, which looked very old. The students watched intently and discussed with great interest.

Colin Creevey's younger brother, Dennis, the most daring boy at the freshman sorting ceremony, simply stood in a chair to see better, but he was so small that even if he did, his head was not much taller than the others.

"The specific events of this year's Warriors' competition have been carefully vetted by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," Dumbledore said.

At this point, Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him, "They also made a lot of necessary arrangements for each project. There are three programs, each taking place at different times throughout the school year, and they will test the warriors in many different ways – their talent in magic, their courage and their reasoning skills – and, of course, their ability to overcome danger. ”

At the hearing of the last sentence, the auditorium fell silent, and it seemed as if everyone had stopped breathing.

"You already know that there will be three warriors in the game." Dumbledore continued to speak calmly, "Each representing one of the participating schools. They will be graded based on the quality of each event, and at the end of the three events, the warrior with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup. The one in charge of selecting the Champion is an impartial selector, and it is the Goblet of Fire. ”

With that, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped it three times on the lid of the box. The lid slowly creaked open. Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a rough-carved wooden goblet, the cup itself was inconspicuous, but it was filled with dancing blue-white flames.

Dumbledore wanted everyone in the Great Hall to see the goblet, so he closed the box and placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the Great Hall could see it clearly.

"Every student who wants to run for the Warrior must write his name and school on a piece of parchment, throw it in this goblet, and in twenty-four hours, this time tomorrow, we will announce who will participate in the competition." Dumbledore said, glancing at all the students in the Great Hall with burning eyes, the blue flame in the goblet dancing on his half-moon shaped lens, "In order to prevent some students who are not old enough to sign up for this dangerous event, I will draw an age limit around the goblet once it is placed in the foyer, and no one under the age of seventeen can cross this line." ”

Dumbledore's words were like a stone, stirring up a thousand waves, and the most fierce expression was the Wesley's twins, George shouted, "You don't trust us!" Headmaster! ”