"Harry Potter?" The silver-haired witch quickly calmed down, she smiled, "You are better than the rumors, let me introduce, I am Fleur Delacul, you can call me"

"I'm not interested in what your name is." Harry interrupted, "And now, you shouldn't be introducing yourself. ”

Fleur had a playful smile on her face: "Then what should I do, do I have a veneer ceremony with you?" ”

"Apologize." Harry was succinct.

Fleur was stunned, with some surprise in her eyes.

Your charm doesn't work? Is this little boy really so straight?

She also thought that this was an ambiguous way peculiar to Britons, after all, her grandmother had said that people in Great Britain were a bit old-fashioned.

"Apologize." Harry spoke again, a faint spell of magic in his eyes, and a gentle wave of his hand.

Arkhi Fa Seal!

Fleur was dazed, facing Ron, bending down to apologize: "I'm sorry this gentleman, I shouldn't"

She quickly woke up: "Silent wand spell, can you do this?" ”

Harry didn't speak.

Fleur quickly laughed again, and walked across from Harry, this time without magic, and her appearance was enough to be treated preferentially, easily persuading the two lion cubs to give up their places: "Mr. Potter, you are so interesting. ”

"Can you get acquainted now?"

Hermione gritted her teeth, "Are Beauxbatons students so familiar?" ”

"French women have always been known for their bluntness." Fleur glanced at Hermione casually, she was also a very beautiful little girl, but she was still young, and her figure was far from being as good as herself, so she did not pose a threat, "Most of the warriors of Beauxbatons are me, and you should also be the warriors of Hogwarts?" ”

"Madam Maxime has said you many times that Mr. Dumbledore has made it a rule that outstanding students under the age of seventeen can compete with the permission of the professor."

Harry's tone was cold: "It's not time for the dust to settle yet. ”

"So little confidence in yourself?" Fleur pressed closely.

Hermione replied for him, "Harry can see the sparkle in others, and he won't be arrogant enough to think that he is the best, and he will shine like a peacock. ”

"Charming, why not?" Fleur smiled slightly, playing with her hair, "A woman who is attractive and willing to show her charm is the most charming, this young lady, what do you call it?" ”

"Granger." Hermione spoke colder than Harry.

Fleur sighed in disappointment: "Is there only one surname?" I'd love to call you by your name. ”

Ron stupidly picked up the conversation, "My name is Ron Weasley, you can call me Ron." ”

"Or little Ronnie." Fred suddenly interjected, "That's the most affectionate name. ”

"George!" Ron bared his teeth and looked at it.

"He's Fred." Harry kindly reminded.

Fleur covered her mouth and chuckled, "You guys are so funny, can I be your friend?" "Say it's you, her gaze stayed on Harry.

Hermione pondered how to speak.

Harry tapped lightly on the table, "My advice is to shut up, Mr. Dumbledore is going to speak." ”

In the teacher's seat, Maxim and Karkaroff were seated, with the latter sitting next to Snape and only Dumbledore standing.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." Dumbledore greeted with a smile.

Nick, who was almost headless, flew high and toyed with his almost missing head.

"Oh yes, and the ghosts." Dumbledore nodded kindly, "And the dignitaries from afar!" ”

"I think everyone hasn't had dinner, so I won't talk nonsense, let's eat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he sat down.

Food also popped up on the plate, something that was not very common and could only be seen when Ron, or some of the hufflepuffs who were good at eating, went to the kitchen to order food.

Fleur looked at Dumbledore in surprise: "He's always been so brief?" ”

Ron nodded, "Mr. Dumbledore hasn't been very fond of talking too much before eating. ”

Fleur picked up the knife and fork, a little overwhelmed, it was a great opportunity just now, but it was interrupted by Dumbledore's two incomprehensible words, and if he missed that time, it would be difficult to say that kind of thing again.

Hermione cocked her head and hummed a little song she had learned from the Sorting Hat.

Let Fleur grit her teeth.

In the first round of the encounter, he had the advantage, but in the end he still lost.

"Harry, I heard you cut off one of the professor's arms last semester?" Fleur asks casually, nonchalantly.

"Please call me Potter." Harry replied, "And, Beauxbatons likes to hear rumors?" ”

"The professor is missing an arm." Fleur looked up at Snape.

Snape was keen, and almost immediately detected Fleur's gaze, sharp and malicious.

Fleur shuddered, "Your professor is a little fierce. ”

"You should be glad you're not a Hogwarts student." Hermione snickered.

Fleur wondered, "Why?" ”

"Professor Snape is an excellent Potions master." Hermione subconsciously picked up Harry's cold tone, "He's got the most out of his potions, and you happen to be the type he likes to scold the most." ”

The smell of gunpowder between the two of them was a bit big.

Except for Ron's indulgence in food, the little wizards around him noticed that something was not quite right.

You come and go, and they exchange sharp words.

Fleur fell behind.

Although her words are sharp, they are far less than Hermione, who was nurtured by Harry and Snape's side.

Neville looked at Fleur pitifully.

Do you have to compete with Gryffindor's little lioness?

The dinner lasted more than an hour, and they also attacked each other for an hour.

Wait for the last dish to remove the dessert.

Dumbledore stood up again: "Everyone's fed and drunk?" Then let's get down to business, and it's finally coming at this exciting time. ”

"After more than a century, the Triwizard Tournament is finally going to start again, and I think I'll have to explain a few words before I bring the cup in."

"But before I explain the program for this entire school year, I have to solemnly introduce you to two guests from the Ministry of Magic."

With a slight wave, he pointed at a person, who immediately stood up: "Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Physical Education at the Ministry of Magic, he has contributed to the reopening of the Final Three. ”

Ludo greeted them happily.

Dumbledore then pointed to another person, "I'm sure you've all heard the sad news that Mr. Barty Crouch, our Director of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic, passed away unexpectedly, so the Ministry of Magic sent Ms. Dolores Umbridge to replace him."

"It's the Senior Deputy Minister for Magic, Professor Dumbledore." The diminutive woman in a pink coat with a wide jaw stood up and unceremoniously interrupted Dumbledore in a shrill voice.

Dumbledore paused, glanced at her, and then continued, "The Ministry of Magic has sent Senior Deputy Minister Dolores Umbridge to take over Mr. Barty Crouch. ”

"The two of them, together with the principals of our three schools, will form a panel of judges for the Triwizard Tournament, and will make the most fair referees for each warrior."

Dumbledore waved his wand slightly, and the arrangement in front of the teacher's chair flew away, revealing an open field, and with a little more light, a boxy podium appeared out of thin air.

"The Ministry of Magic has made a lot of preparations for the Triwizard Tournament, which will allow warriors to go through three events throughout the school year, testing their abilities in different aspects, magic, combat, reasoning, and courage."

The Gryffindors burst into laughter.

Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students don't know why.

Each of these words, each of them dealt with Harry.

Dumbledore smiled as well, "As for the selection of warriors that you care about the most, it is not chosen by professors or students, but by the most impartial magical items, Mr. Filch, bring the box." ”

Filch excitedly dragged a wooden box encrusted with jewels and antiquities and gently placed it on the podium.

Dumbledore walked over, holding his wand and tapping it lightly on the lid of the wooden box three times.

Crunch crunch –

The wooden box laboriously opened, then stretched and rose, surging into a high platform, holding a wooden cup of rough workmanship and standing up, with a faint blue-white flame dancing in the cup.

"This magic item is the Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore continued, "Every student who wants to be a Warrior has twenty-four hours to throw a note with his name on it and the name of the school into the Goblet of Fire, and tomorrow night it will select the student it thinks best represents the three schools to be a Champion. ”

"It's going to be here all the time, and all students have access to it."

Students from all three schools were eager to give it a try.

Dumbledore waved his wand, white thread shaking off the tip of the wand, and circled around the podium, "I know you've been preparing for two months, but I have to stress it again. ”

"The Triwizard Tournament is not a child's play, I hope you can think carefully before committing to the name."

"And students under the age of seventeen can't put in the note, I cast a magic spell to make sure that students under the age of seventeen can't get through. Those students who have received permission from the dean should not panic, I will not break my promise, prepare my note, and the professor will deliver it for you. ”

"Think about it now, or prepare well, once the name is delivered, the contract will be reached, and there is no chance of going back."

"Okay, it's not early, let's all hurry up and rest, after all, we still have twenty-four hours, right?"

Durmstrang's students, almost immediately on their feet, took out the slips of paper they had prepared long ago, walked over to the Goblet of Fire, and Krum took the lead and threw the notes representing their names into the Goblet of Fire in turn.

Fleur also stood up: "Harry, do you want to be together?" ”

"Please call me Potter." Harry stressed again.

Hermione's face was expressionless: "Harry is only fourteen years old, but not as old as seventeen. ”

Fleur's face froze, and after a long while, she smiled sweetly: "Miss Granger, seventeen years old is the most beautiful and beautiful adolescence. ”

She walked up to the Goblet of Fire and, without hesitation, threw in the note.

Professor McGonagall, fearing that Harry would regret it, got up with three notes in her hand, walked over to the Goblet of Fire, and eagerly dropped them.

You don't have to look at the name on the note, all the young wizards at Hogwarts know whose name it is.

George, Fred, and Harry Potter.

At the Hufflepuff bench, Cedric took a deep breath, he had planned to deliver his name tomorrow morning, but

He looked back at Harry deeply.

He took out the parchment and quill, wrote his name, carefully tore it off, walked to the Goblet of Fire with heavy steps, and threw the note firmly.

Even if he knew that the chances were slim, he wanted to give it a try.

Hufflepuff was not without courage.

Today is also a success!!!

I worked hard to pay off my debts!!

Ask for a monthly pass, super loud~

(End of chapter)