When they walked into the candlelit auditorium, it was almost full. The Goblet of Fire had been relocated, and it was standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff's desk.

"Maple!" Hermione saw Maple, who was already seated and waiting for them, and immediately left Harry and Ron behind.

Another guy of the opposite sex and inhumanity, Hagrid abandoned them, and now she is abandoned by Hermione, Harry and Ron are really cold brothers.

At this time, they finally found the benefits of each other, and they would not leave themselves alone and pitiful.

"Maple, where have you been today?" Hermione asked, sitting next to Maple.

"Fred and George are hospitalized, you go and bring some food to the ghosts, and you won't be able to take care of them when the Triwizard Championship Warriors are announced now." Maple said, then asked, "What about you, I won't be able to find you when I get back." ”

"We went to Hagrid's for a day." Hermione said.

"Oh, I see."

"I also told Hagrid about the TV show, and Hagrid was very interested and talked to me for hours." Hermione said.

"Hagrid has a knack for caring for animals, and I believe that Mr. Newtscamander and Hagrid should have a lot in common." Maple said.

"Newt Scalmande, the author of 'Fantastic Creatures Are There?'" Hermione said.

"Yes, I've heard," Maple whispered, suddenly lowering his voice, "Mr. Newt also bred winged demons. ”

"Winged Demon? That kind of demon that eats human brains? Hermione asked, surprised.

"Not bad."

"No wonder you say he and Hagrid have a lot in common." Hermione said that she had seen Hagrid's hobbies more than once, Norbor, the Norwegian Spinback Dragon, Aragog, the eight-eyed spider, and now the Fried Snail. Little did she know that the author of "Fantastic Creatures Are There" turned out to be a person who, like Hagrid, had a penchant for dangerous monsters.

They were chatting as if no one was around, not even knowing when Harry and Ron were sitting next to them.

"Ahem," it wasn't until Fred and George looked at them with a smile that Maple finally noticed that the figures around her were staring at them, and coughed a few times to change the subject.

"I wonder who the Warriors will be tonight?"

"I wish it was Angelina!" Hermione immediately picked up.

"Don't worry, we'll find out soon." Maple said. Neither he nor Hermione had to speak again, and after a while, the Halloween feast began, and a few annoying big light bulbs finally stopped staring at them.

This is probably the most uncomfortable feast they have ever had, the food is not exquisite, the desserts are not delicious, but they have no appetite, and they forget what the food they eat tastes as soon as they swallow it.

Because they were all looking forward to knowing who the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament were, it was the first time they felt that the banquet was so tormenting and wanted to end it quickly.

At this feast, the amount of food they ate was more than half of that of yesterday, and it was really a waste of the hard work of the house-elves.

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 smiled and winked at the students of the various schools, while Mr. Crouch looked a little bored, as if he were a little bored.

"Alright, the goblet will have to be decided," Dumbledore said, "I reckon it will take another minute." Listen, once the names of the Warriors are announced, I want them to 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 desks, "where they will receive initial instruction." ”

He pulled out his wand and waved it heavily. Instantly, all but the jack-o-lanterns were extinguished, and the auditorium fell into a state of half-light and half-darkness. The Goblet of Fire now glowed brighter, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames that burst into sparks were glaring. Everyone is watching and waiting ...

In the midst of everyone's anticipation, the flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out. Then, a tongue of fire leapt into the air, and a piece of charred parchment flew out of it, and everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Dumbledore took the piece of parchment and held it far away so he could read the words 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." ”

"Not surprising at all!" Ron shouted, and applause and cheers swept through the auditorium. 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.

"Great, Wickdor!" Karkaroff shouted loudly, and despite the loud applause in the auditorium, everyone could hear his voice, "I know you are destined to be a warrior!" ”

The applause and conversation gradually subsided. Now everyone's attention was once again focused on the goblet, and after a few seconds, the flame turned red again. A second piece of parchment burst out of the cup, propelled by flames.

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

"It's her, Ron!" Harry shouted, and the girl, who resembled a girl, stood up gracefully, flicked her silver hair, and walked lightly past the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

"Oh, lo and behold, they're all disappointed." Hermione said in a commotion, nodding to the other Beauxbatons representatives. Not only disappointed, but the two girls who were not chosen burst into tears, buried their heads in the crooks of their arms, and cried sadly.

When Fleur Delacour entered the next room, the auditorium fell silent again, this time with a strong excitement that could be tasted. Now it's the turn of the Hogwarts warriors, and it's what they're looking forward to the most—

At that moment, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, the sparks exploded, and the tongue of fire soared high into the air, and Dumbledore pulled a third piece of parchment from the tip of the tongue.

"The warriors of Hogwarts," he exclaimed, "it's Cedric Diggory!" ”

"Oops!" Ron shouted, but no one heard it except Harry, and the cheers on the table next to him were deafening. Every Hufflepuff student was jumping up and down, screaming and stomping, when Cedric walked past them, smiling brightly, toward the room behind the staff's desk. The cheers for Cedric went on for a long time, and it was a long time before Dumbledore quieted everyone and listened to him.

"Great!" When the noise finally subsided, Dumbledore said happily, "Alright, now all three of our warriors have been chosen. I know I can count on all of you, including Beauxbatons and the rest of Durmstrang, to support your Warriors with all your might. By cheering on the Warriors, you will also contribute a lot to this event—"

But Dumbledore stopped talking, and everyone could see what had caught his attention.

The flame in the goblet turned red again. The sparks crackled and burst out. A long tongue of fire suddenly burst into the air, and a piece of parchment was held out of 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—

"Harry Potter."

Harry sat there, realizing that everyone in the auditorium was turning their heads to look at him. He froze, his mind blank. He must have been dreaming. He must have misheard.

There was no applause. A buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping. Some of the students also stood up, trying to get Harry to see better, and Harry stiffened in his seat, as if frozen.

Professor McGonagall stood up from the guest of honor and walked briskly from Ludo? Bagman and Professor Karkaroff walked by, whispering eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear, Dumbledore frowning slightly.

Harry turned his face to look at Ron and Hermione. He saw that the classmates at the long Gryffindor table behind them were staring at him with their mouths wide open.

"I didn't put my name in it." Harry said blankly, "You know I don't. ”

They also looked at him blankly.

From the guest of honor, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded at Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" He shouted again, "Harry! Please come up here! ”

"Go ahead." Hermione whispered, nudging Harry.

Harry stood up, stepped on the hem of his robes, and stumbled slightly. He walked down the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. He felt that the road seemed extraordinarily long, and the guest of honor seemed to be so far away forever.

He could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on him, as if each eye could not be a searchlight. The buzz is getting louder and louder. It seemed like a full hour before he finally walked up to Dumbledore, and he felt the eyes of all the teachers on him.

"Alright, go through that door, Harry." Dumbledore said, without a smile on his face.

"Harry, go, how are you" Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, as he followed Harry's gaze and saw that the flames of the Goblet of Fire were shining again, and the sparks were crackling and bursting out, and a new piece of parchment was being sent.

"Hermione Granger!" With the previous accident, Dumbledore quickly pronounced his name this time, but his face was even more ugly than just now.

Under Dumbledore's nose, there were two accidents in a row, which was simply a serious provocation to him, and Dumbledore's face turned pale. The last time he was so angry was when a Dementor entered a Quidditch arena without permission.

If there had been just a buzz of questioning in the ground just now, and this time Hermione's name was pronounced, it was Gryffindor, and the students of the other houses, especially Hufflepuff, were almost furious.

And the most angry of the students was not the Hufflepuff students, but-

Maple!

He rubbed the ground to his feet, and a terrifying aura was released around him.

Is the prophecy about to be fulfilled?

Hermione's name that shouldn't have appeared, did he make a move?

It's to deal with me! Damn it!

The wizard's magic is the same as that of the Uchiha, and he is too susceptible to emotions, and Maple is furious, and he releases amazing magic from his body, startling Hermione and Ron around him.

It was terrifying, it was like a block of ice falling into his clothes, and a chill penetrated his heart.

At this moment, Ron, who had lived with Maple for more than three years, felt that he was so strange and so scary.

"Maple!" Hermione pulled Maple's sleeve, Maple's cold eyes turned around, and after seeing that it was Hermione, she quickly regained her composure and sat down.

"Maple, what's wrong with you?" Hermione said worriedly.

"It's okay, I'm just, a little out of shape." Maple said. After calming down, Maple quickly noticed a gaze falling on him, and he turned his gaze back and forth over the faces of several professors, then showed a confused expression.

But when he withdrew his gaze, there was a cold chill in his heart-

Notice me, Barty Crouch Jr.!

However, it seems that the fake Moody does not seem to know the whole story, he is just working with the people behind the scenes or just a pawn to be used.

Want to test my skills with Hermione?

Damn it! You've me off completely! You'd better hide in the dark forever and not show your face, or I'll let you know the cost of angering me!"

Dumbledore raised his hand, and the messy Great Hall fell silent immediately, "Hermione, please come over and go to that door with Harry." ”

"I-" Hermione's performance at the moment was not much better than Harry's just now, she was also dazed, a little nervous and scared, but a pair of warm and strong hands held her-

"I'll go with you." Maple also stood up to join her.

"Hmm." Hermione seemed to have a sudden courage, and she and Maple walked to the front of the stage hand in hand, and Professor McGonagall saw this inconsistency and tried to stop it, but Maple looked up and looked at her, showing a stubborn expression.

Professor McGonagall seemed defeated, and she turned her gaze to Dumbledore. Feeling Dumbledore's scrutinizing gaze, Maple still insisted on letting go.

After a few moments, Dumbledore spoke, "Harry, Hermione, get over and don't keep the other warriors waiting." ”

With Hermione on board, he was no longer alone, and Harry's nervousness eased a lot. His steps were much more steady than when he had walked up to the stage, and the three of them walked all the way out of the auditorium to a small room with portraits of wizards on the walls on either side. In the fireplace across from him, the fire was blazing.

When they entered, all the faces in the portrait turned to look at them. A crumpled witch swooped out of her frame and into the frame next to it, where a male witch with a walrus beard wore it. The crumpled witch began to quietly bite his ear.

Victor Krum, Cedric Diggory and Fleur Delacour all gathered around the fire. Against the backdrop of the flames, the impression of those three figures was particularly strong. Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bent over something, slightly distancing himself from the other two. Cedric stood there with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the fire. As they walked in, Fleur Dracul turned her head and shook her long, waterfall silver hair.

"What's wrong?" She asked, "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?" ”

"Of course not, Harry is the fourth Warrior in the Triwizard Tournament!"

Victor Krum straightened up, looking Harry up and down, a grim expression on his face. Cedric looked overwhelmed. He looked at Maple and then at Harry, thinking he must have not heard what Maple was saying.

Fleur Delacul shook her long hair, smiled, and said, "Oh, that's a funny joke. ”

Without waiting for Maple to speak, a sound of footsteps slowly approached, and Ludo Bagman walked into the room. He grabbed Harry's arm, and he didn't pay any attention to Maple and Hermione.

"It's so bizarre!" He squeezed Harry's arm and whispered, "It's absolutely bizarre! Two gentlemen, and some ladies," he said, as he walked to the fireside, to the other three, "and allow me to introduce—as incredible as it may seem—that this is the fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament! ”

Fleur was stunned for a moment, if the first time Maple spoke she thought it was a boring joke, then now, the second person said the same thing, and he was also one of the judges of the Triwizard Tournament, it was not as simple as a joke.

"What about them, you won't tell me they're the fifth or sixth warriors, will you?" Fleur Delacour saw Maple and Hermione with Harry again, and said sarcastically.

"No, I'm not a Warrior, I'm just accompanying my girlfriend who became a Warrior." Before Ludo Bagman could speak, Maple spoke. In front of so many people, Maple's hand was still holding Hermione's hand, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Fleur didn't look at Hermione, but took a closer look at Maple.

What a good boyfriend, but that doesn't justify the many Hogwarts warriors-

"If I'm not mistaken, the three Hogwarts warriors?" Krum's two thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, Cedric still showing a look of confusion in a cultured manner, and only Fleur had the audacity to voice her doubts.

"Yes, it's surprising," Bagman said, rubbing his smooth chin, his eyes still fixed on Harry, "but their names are coming out of the Goblet of Fire, which means that the Goblet of Fire has identified them as Warriors." ”

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large crowd swarmed in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape. Before Professor McGonagall could open the door, hundreds of students buzzed in the next auditorium.

"Madame Maxim!" Fleur said immediately, striding towards her principal, "They said these two kids were going to compete too!" ”

Child? Harry and Hermione felt offended, but when they noticed the occasion, they sanguinely shut their mouths again.

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