Standing in front of Beauxbatons' carriage, Gretel felt as if he had arrived at Hagrid's cabin, the wheels higher than his.

You know, he's smoking now, but in front of this wheel, he doesn't seem to be any different from a first-year freshman.

The massive, powder-blue carriage, towed by twelve equally massive, elephant-like, winged golden horses, began to swoop through the air and roar towards the castle of Hogwarts.

Fortunately, Beauxbatons was not the attacker, and as a guest from afar, the carriage circled as it approached the castle, and finally fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The horses' hooves, bigger than plates, beat impatiently against the pitiful tiles of Hogwarts.

As Beauxbatons' headmaster got out of the carriage, Gretel noticed Hagrid, who had been looking at Malaysia with relish, and suddenly stopped brushing his beard.

"Oh my God, I must have fallen in love." Gretel crossed his arms and irresponsibly voiced Hagrid.

The Maxim, named Olyem, must have noticed Hagrid, the height that stands out from the crowd and has no hidden talent at all.

Gretel pondered silently, should he match his marriage for the good old man Hagrid, a decades-old bachelor, missed this perfect partner, and didn't know when he would be able to get rid of the single.

"Please tell that Mr. Hagrid that these horses only drink malt whiskey."

God knows what Hagrid heard of that, but when Hagrid walked up to lead the horses, he was like he was drunk.

The expression is slightly drunk and full of fantasy.

Glitter really wanted to rush into Hagrid's ear and yell that licking the dog can't be housed.

As soon as the people of Beauxbatons settled down, the surface of the Black Lagoon stirred.

Obviously, like Beauxbatons' purpose, Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry wanted to give Hogwarts a big shock.

The surface of the black lake, which is as calm as a jewel on weekdays, is stirring up, and the movement in the depths of the lake is getting bigger and bigger.

A huge blister cavity bulged out, and the waves violently crashed against the shore of the lake, stirring the muddy wetlands on the shore

Then a whirlpool appeared in the middle of the lake, like a bloody mouth that was chosen to devour.

Until the mast passes through the blister, and the cavity bursts, enveloping Hogwarts in a cloud of vapor.

Durmstrang's boat actually emerged from the bottom of the Black Lagoon.

The ship floated slowly, as if it were driven slowly, and it has to be said that the moment when a behemoth slowly unveiled its true face always makes people feel majestic.

In particular, a dark wind ghost ship that shone in the moonlight, as if it had experienced war, emerged from the bottomless black lake.

Sure enough, it is worthy of Durmstrang who studies the dark arts in the open, and their flagship that rides the wind and waves looks like a huge skeleton.

The faint light in the porthole flickered like a ghost's eye.

Finally, with a loud draining sound, the ghost ship fully emerged.

The surface of the Black Lagoon struggled for a while, but eventually it flattened.

The neat shouting made Gretel suspect that Durmstrang's ship would not be all on the shore.

Fortunately, Gretel's suspicion didn't come true, and the call sign should have been some kind of habit of theirs.

With the clattering of anchor chains into the water, the ghost ship finally landed, and the sensible planks flew up on their own, erecting a pontoon bridge in the shallow water.

Unlike Beauxbatons' group of gentlemen and ladies who are almost indistinguishable from Hogwarts, Durmstrang's strong young man has a strong Scandinavian style.

——

Hogwarts was well prepared for the Triwizard Tournament, and the entire Hogwarts was thoroughly cleaned from the inside out, and the less decent portraits were all shrunk into a darkened warehouse.

Even the armor that was usually leaning against the corridor in a daze was polished during this time, and he patrolled the castle with an imposing hand holding his weapon.

In a few years, this was the first time Gretel had seen them in action.

The hall, which is renovated every time there is a major event, has also undergone a complete renovation.

The golden lion stands in a long red banner, the golden eagle proudly looks at the blue banner, the black badger looks back at the yellow banner, and the silver snake spits out the green banner.

The logos of the four faculties are painted on four large silk strips that hang down the walls from the dome to the ground.

Behind the faculty chairs facing the gate hangs a large curtain embroidered with the Hogwarts crest.

Whether it is a faculty chair or a student's dining table, the tableware on the table is wiped and shiny.

God knows if the house-elves who pursue perfection will simply change everyone with a brand new set of utensils.

Now, Gretel probably knows why no one has come to talk to him.

In order to make the sister schools feel at home, all the staff throughout Hogwarts took action.

Until he did any harm, the entire Hogwarts faculty and staff would not have the energy to turn their attention away from Triwizard Tournament to him.

At least, it now seemed like he was just sharing some of his little spells with the others.

As a big entrepreneur who created a multinational company before graduating.

For your own career, it makes sense to reach out and select some graduates in advance, isn't it?

Regardless of what the others thought, Gretel, who was in the welcome party at Hogwarts, convinced himself this way.

He didn't plan to take off his vest until things were settled and everything had settled.

What if, dear Professor Fu, because of the small butterfly effect, accidentally fails?

However, looking at a 'Moody' with a magic eye not far away, Gretel felt that Dumbledore, who was sure of everything, was probably going to be deflated again.

In fact, if it weren't for God's perspective, Gretel wouldn't have doubted Moody.

No one would be mad enough to doubt an old Auror who was trusted by everyone, who had accepted the invitation of the great Headmaster Dumbledore, to play his last wave of enthusiasm before retiring.

——

Barty Crouch Jr.'s imitation has already acquired the essence of Mad-Eye Moody.

With crazy energy, he swallowed the compound decoction mixed with the liquor to ensure that he would not be exposed due to the failure of the decoction.

It makes sense for an old man who has been on the battlefield for a long time to be sick and needs to swallow a sip of wine to suppress the pain every now and then, isn't it?

In the face of frequent sudden concerns, Barty Crouch Jr. used this reason to reject the kindness of others.

"Pain helps me wake up, and painkiller decoction makes me numb."

Hearing this reason, Gretel couldn't help but high-five and admire.

For fourth-year Gretel, Defence Against the Dark Arts class has turned into a large undercover stealth demonstration class.

……

Banquet hall.

The students took their seats first, then looked up and watched as the faculty seats flowed in.

The three headmasters, led by Dumbledore, were at the end of the line.

Under the light, Gretel saw that Madame Maxim was actually half a head taller than Hagrid.

When she stepped onto the podium, the gentlemen and ladies of Beauxbatons jumped up regardless of their image.

That little girl, Fleur Delacul, is very good at using her charm to make gestures and make a clever smile.

After cheering, she covered her mouth and blushed, which made many people couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Igor Karkarov, looked tall and thin, with short white hair and a thin chin with a goatee with small curls at the ends.

His appearance made Barty Crouch Jr. show his feet.

Igor Karkarov, this vile and shameful traitor, in order to gain his freedom, confessed information about many of his brothers and sisters after the fall of Voldemort.

However, Moody's reaction did not attract the attention of others.

After all, everyone knows that when Voldemort fell, Mad-Eye Moody pursued Karkaroff for half a year in order to capture him before he was brought to justice.

After Dumbledore's welcome speech, various delicacies appeared out of thin air in the golden cups and marigolds on the table, many of which appeared on this table for the first time.

It seems that for the sake of Hogwarts' face, the house-elves have also contributed all their energy.

Glitter has even seen food from his hometown thousands of kilometers away that he hasn't seen for many years.

Obviously, the food culture of thousands of years of ancient civilization has opened up the food map of this group of foreigners.

Well, of course, Gretel is also a foreigner now.

However, this does not affect him from using his memory to popularize science to the people around him.

"Gretel, that girl is watching you."

Terry poked Gretel, whispering.

Gretel gave him a blank look, "You're wrong, you're looking at Ling, if you don't believe it's over, you can go to her and ask for contact information." ”

Of course he knew Fleur was watching him, and the girl hadn't looked away from him ever since he introduced Terry to the food.

That girl went to the Gretel Communication Store during last year's holiday to ask about applying for a job.

Unbeknownst to her, though, Gretel was already planning to relocate the store across the Channel.

Fleur, Gretel's impression is not too good, this girl is too influenced by Meiwa's bloodline, she will always show Meiwa's bewildering side from time to time.

This is not conducive to unity within the organization, especially after the organization has expanded.

Now it seems that this girl does not look like a dead heart.

——

By the time Dumbledore got back to his feet as the dinner drew to a close, the entire banquet hall was filled with a tense atmosphere of excitement.

All who are qualified are expecting to be the one and only one of those who represent their school.

He will win glory for his school in the Triwizard Tournament.

As the Goblet of Fire was removed from the chest by Dumbledore, Glitter noticed that the ballroom seemed to freeze for a moment.

Everyone, qualified or unqualified, cast their eager gazes on the wooden cup in Dumbledore's hand, with blue and white flames dancing around the edges.

In order to make it clear to everyone that the treasure only came out once in five years, Dumbledore carefully placed it on the chest.

"You know, there will be three contestants." Dan Bodo calmly continued, "One for each participating school." ”

"We will give you a score for your performance in each of the tasks. After completing the three tasks, the one with the highest total score wins.

The contestants will be personally selected by the impartial Goblet of Fire. ”

"Applicants had to neatly write down their names and schools on parchment and throw them into a cup."

Dumbledore continued, "Those who wish to participate should put their names in the cup within 24 hours.

Tomorrow night, on Halloween Eve, the goblet will give the names of the players it has selected who are most qualified to represent their school.

Tonight, the goblets will be placed in the entrance hall, and anyone who wants to sign up can go.

However, in order to avoid the temptation of minors to sign up.

Once the goblet is in the population hall, I draw an age line around it, which no one under the age of 17 can cross. ”

Dumbledore said something again, and Grett didn't pay attention to it, because he sensed a not-so-friendly gaze.

The gaze of 'Mad-Eye Moody' in Barty Crouch Jr.'s disguise.

The magic eye, whirling wildly in his sockets.

Others may have thought that this was Professor Moody's habit, who was always so vigilant to keep an eye out for any movement that might arise.

Glitter could be sure that the Magic Eye, his target was himself, and Harry, the excited savior of the Gryffindor crowd.

Yes, Professor Volt has never thought of giving up his coveting of Gretel, and Barty Crouch Jr., as Professor Volt's most trusted person, will certainly not miss this news.

If given the chance, Barty Crouch Jr. would certainly not mind sending the two to Voldemort together.

Anyway, as long as Barty Crouch Sr., who was controlled by the Imperius Curse, insisted, it wasn't impossible for the Triwizard Tournament to go from four to five.

Gretel's palm tucked into his sleeve shook a few times, "Looks like I'm a little busy tonight." ”

In any case, he will not wade into this troubled water, he wants to ensure that Professor Fu can be resurrected without fail, which is related to the development of the organization.

But when you asked him to pinch Harry's neck and give it to Professor Volt as resurrection material, Glitter said he really couldn't.

Even if Harry and he weren't friends, he couldn't do it, he never took the initiative to hurt people, he wouldn't help the abuse, and watching from the sidelines was already the extreme he could.

Or, if it weren't for his great ideals, he could have thrown himself under Dumbledore's command and erased Professor Volt from this world early.

"Harry, I can't help you, this time, it's up to you to help me."

Under Terry's cover, Glitter quietly left the field without attracting much attention.

A certain Meiwa who didn't turn her eyes away, also lost Gretel's figure under Penelo's entanglement.

——

The moment Mad-Eye Moody pushed open the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office, he decisively drew his wand, and a green Arvada threw it out.

Gretel waited for a long time, how could he be hit, and when the footsteps of 'Moody' appeared around the office, Glitter was already in full swing.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones~"

'Moody', oh no, the moment Barty Crouch Jr. fell, Gretel withdrew his finger in some confusion and blew on the non-existent gun ash.

"It's over, I seem to be going further and further down the path of dark magic."

Speaking of which, since the first grade, as long as he leaves the classroom, he doesn't seem to have used a few serious spells.

Either petrified or imprisoned, after receiving Professor Fu's legacy, he even began to delve into the black spell.

Especially after the trip to the Americas, his black spell became more and more profound.

Barty Crouch Jr. really didn't just mingle with the Death Eaters by virtue of his loyalty.

After eating Gretel's Diamond Heart Curse, he was able to muster up the courage to launch a second attack on Gretel.

He felt that it was just a spur of the moment.

Before the effect of the Mind Drill Spell had disappeared, he mustered up his strength and overturned the clutter on the side at once.

The debris flying all over the sky can help him hide his figure well, and he feels that he only needs a second to find a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Unfortunately, he had a good idea, but Glitter wouldn't give him a chance.

The debris flew up, and Gretel's vision was blocked, but the effect of the Drill Heart Curse stuck to him like an appendage.

Barty Crouch Jr. really didn't understand.

Obviously, he couldn't see his figure, why was the Diamond Heart Curse still able to find him.

If Glitter had removed the prop on his body that had changed the color of his pupils, Barty Crouch Jr. would not have been confused.

After all, those silver eyes that seemed to glow didn't look like anything mortal.

This is another use of the silver pupil that Gretel has explored, no matter how much a person hides his body, he can't hide the magic particles on his body.

In order to avoid exposure, Gretel did not turn on the light, and with the silver pupil vision, he did not have to worry about the spell passing by Barty Crouch Jr.'s figure.

In order to ensure that Barty Crouch Jr. completely gave up on the idea of packing him up and Harry, Gretel gave him a chance several times, but then knocked him down.

Until, the effect of the compound decoction was ineffective, and he fell to the ground and could not get up again.

Glitter turned on the light and crouched straight in front of him.

"I know what you're trying to do, but I'm not going to stop you.

But I want you to know who can mess with and who can't, and if you have any crooked thoughts.

Like, this time tomorrow, the Goblet of Fire spits out my name.

Trust me, you'll regret it when the time comes.

You don't want Professor Fu's plans to be frustrated because of your troubles. ”

Barty Crouch Jr. was lying on the ground, panting, and he really had little room to resist.

The Mind Curse was more painful than he had imagined.

Looking at Gretel, Barty Crouch Jr. suddenly felt that maybe Voldemort had seen the wrong person, this wizard, not like he would be at his mercy.

At least judging from the way he used the Diamond Heart Curse without burden, he seemed to be more perverted than the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself.

Others use the Diamond Heart Curse, and they will more or less put a sickly smile on their faces.

In order to use the Heart Drill Charm well, it must be accompanied by the abuser's intense pleasure to take effect, but Glitter looks so calm and breezy as it gets.

This can't help but make him fight a cold war, crazy people are not terrible, seemingly serious perverts are the most terrible.

"Come on, Professor Tom is still waiting for Harry's blood to come back to life."

Gretel's last words before going out finally broke Barty Crouch Jr.'s defenses.

He desperately subdued Moody and risked his life to infiltrate Hogwarts, not just for Voldemort's resurrection.

He could be sure that only him, Voldemort himself, and the little mouse who was now caring for Voldemort knew the news.

So, there must be a traitor among them.

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Barty Crouch Jr.: Damn little mouse, after betraying his friend, is he going to betray his master again?

Damn, the little mouse has a hostage in his hand, otherwise he will send a text message back every minute and let Voldemort kill this two-and-five-boy.

Peter Pettigrew: Big brother, don't make up your brains, I'm innocent, the biggest two or five boys, it's oil-headed kelp!

Barty Crouch Jr.: No way, he was ordered by Voldemort to wait for an undercover agent to infiltrate the Order of the Phoenix, how could it be two or five boys.

You don't want to change the topic, just rush him to the attitude towards Harry Potter in class, he can't be a second or fifth boy.

(End of chapter)