Hogwarts traditions.

On Halloween, swap all the magic torches for pumpkin heads with triangular eyes.

Because of the Triwizard Tournament, two sister schools arrived, and Hogwarts was even more prepared.

In addition to the lights that have become pumpkin monsters, pumpkin monster battles that fight every day.

The armor that tirelessly patrolled the castle was also torn apart by the house-elves.

For this new novelty added this year, Sir Nick, who almost lost his head, expressed full praise.

The visible joy in him was felt by all.

The armoured soldiers with their heads tucked between their arms flew around Sir Nick many times.

Everyone knows that Sir Nick, who almost lost his head, did not break off because his head and neck were hung with a little skin.

As a result, the Headless Knights rejected its application for membership, and every time it was rejected, it would always be depressed for many days.

Looking at his happy appearance around the helmet armor, everyone knew that he was fantasizing that his head could be taken off like a helmet, so that he could join the group in a bright light.

Peeves, who has always been mischievous, no one cares about its pranks today, or rather, its pranks make the Halloween atmosphere a lot stronger.

After its prank, there will always be a few good students, standing not far away, cheering with their hands raised high.

Whether it throws a smoke bomb or suddenly emerges from the wall, startling people, it can be praised by others.

Beauxbatons doesn't have Peeves, so the ladies from Beauxbatons are curious.

God knows, Peeves, who are naturally mischievous, can even be depressed.

According to the Fat Friar, it was Peeves who felt that it had lost its meaning of existence.

It likes to watch others get angry but can't help it because of their pranks.

The ladies of Beauxbatons taught it a good lesson, and completely deprived it of the pleasure of succeeding in its pranks.

The strong men of Durmstrang always look cold, and I don't know if it is the Nordic wind that has frozen their expression system.

With the exception of Victor Krum, as a Seeker for the Bulgarian Quidditch national team, his personality really attracts fans.

Whoever approached him for an autograph would give him a warm smile.

A Quidditch fanatic of Terry, he even received a special autograph from Krum: this autograph is for Mr. Terry of Hogwarts Ravenclaw.

Terry was so excited for a whole day, shouting that he would always be a fan of the Bulgarian Quidditch national team.

Gretel declined to comment on this statement, but he knew that Terry's favorite national team could cover the walls of the entire dormitory.

His favorite players are countless, or in other words, as long as he is a member of the Quidditch team, there is no one he doesn't like.

As night falls, Hogwarts Triwizard Tournament's special Halloween dinner begins.

Walking into the dinner hall, you can see a giant pumpkin monster, floating beneath the transparent ceiling, spitting out a cloud of smoke every time it opens its mouth.

I don't know how many monsters lurked in the smoke, and the mixed roars, like thunder, echoed over the long table of the dinner party

However, this did not prevent everyone from enjoying the dinner, and the magic turned what should have been a deafening sound into a Halloween background sound.

However, from Gretel's point of view, it seems that no one has their minds set on the dinner.

The food prepared by the house-elves seems to have lost its appeal, and most people have a match, or poke the steak on the plate, or stir the pudding in the cup.

Of course, absent-minded people don't include Gretel, and most of the Hufflepuffs.

In his spare time, Glitter even noticed that a few badgers had sneaked up on the tables of other colleges.

Took away some precious ingredients in limited quantities.

Judging by the way they squinted and snickered, you could guess that they should wish they had a goblet of fire every day, so that they could feast on it every day.

Durmstrang didn't know what death orders he had given to the students of his school before he came, and even when it came to rare food, they seemed to be forbidden.

Sit up straight and put the food in your mouth.

Karkaroff was clearly pleased with his student's performance, and he felt that purebloods should have the pride of purebloods.

You can't be like the jumble Hufflepuffs at Hogwarts, where a little food can make them smile.

Karkaroff proudly looked at his empire, the students who had been raised by him, Durmstrang's greatest headmaster ever.

Looking at the way he glanced at Dumbledore from time to time, you knew that he was comparing himself to Dumbledore in his mind.

Rector Maxim of Beauxbatons, not in the eyes of him, the great Karkaroff.

Those delicate little girls can't be the opponent of the Durmstrang Warriors.

He's watching others, and they're watching him.

No need to guess, everyone can see it.

Mad-Eyed Moody had a threatening look in his eyes and hadn't left his back much since yesterday.

The vicious gesture of the knife and fork when cutting the meat was as if it were cut on Karkarov's body.

But even this kind of sharp eyes on his back could not change the color of Karkaroff, who felt that he could compare with Dumbledore.

Anyway, the Magic Law Council more than ten years ago has pardoned his sins, and no matter how crazy Madman Moody is, there is nothing he can do about him.

Besides, he's now at Hogwarts as a guest at Triwizard Tournament, and Dumbledore needs to keep him safe.

It's hard to say that he turned his head to talk to Dumbledore from time to time, just to remind 'Moody' that I was the headmaster, not a criminal.

For the first time, someone wondered why the Halloween dinner lasted so long.

You know, in the past, they longed for dinner parties to be held until they were old, so that they could digest them before eating.

Although the food served in the restaurant on weekdays is good, in front of the dinner, it can only be regarded as fast food.

Many people stopped the knives and forks in their hands early, raised their heads frequently, and looked at the three principals who were talking very happily on the stage.

They tried to use their gaze to remind Dumbledore that we had eaten enough and that it was time for the dinner to end.

The naughty ghosts also took advantage of the lack of attention, picked up the knife and fork, and landed on the empty plate with a clang.

But this kind of behavior does not make the dinner party end early, but will attract his own dean to send a threatening gaze with slightly squinted eyes.

Even Professor Sprout, who is usually the most amiable, or Professor Flitwick, who gets along most harmoniously with the little wizards, does not hesitate to smile and send danger signals.

However, if the list is not announced, this group of people will feel like they are on pins and needles.

The Dean's threats can only last for a while, not for a lifetime, and often as soon as they look away, they will repeat their old tricks, trying to attract Dumbledore's attention with small movements.

When Gretel put down the dishes in his hand, he saw that almost everyone in the hall had impatience on their faces.

Every now and then, someone stood up uncomfortably, and after observing it, they lowered their heads and discussed with the students around them when the three principals on the stage would be able to empty the plates in front of them.

In anticipation of everyone, the plates in front of everyone were finally spotless.

At that moment, Gretel heard their uncontrollable cheers, and the noise of the entire hall instantly rose by several decibels.

They can't wait to hear who the Champion is chosen by the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore was finally willing to get up from the soft chair, and when he did, the whole dinner hall felt like a pause button had been pressed.

With everyone's nervousness, the whole hall fell into extreme silence.

The principals of the three major magic schools were also visibly nervous on their faces, after all, the winner of the Triwizard Tournament would win the crown of the strongest magic school in Europe in the next five years.

Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Magical Sports, smiled and winked at the students, who was a popular hitter on the Wembourne Hornets team before becoming director.

After becoming the director, he did not lose this likable character.

However, on an occasion like today, no one cared about his pleasing eyes, everyone clenched their fists, waiting for the principals to announce this year's candidates.

——

Dumbledore swung his wand, and the candles along the path were extinguished, leaving only the candle protected by the pumpkin head, swaying in the waves of magic.

The blue-white flame of the Goblet of Fire, swaying tirelessly, the light flickered, and the dazzling blue and white fire stinged the eyes.

"One minute left." As a Quidditch narrator at Hogwarts, Lee Jordan's voice is so loud.

Even if he thought he was meditating on the slightest.

The moment the time came, Li Jordan's voice was irrepressibly excited.

The flames in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and sparks flew everywhere, and after a while, tongues of fire rushed up, and a piece of charred parchment flew over.

Those present couldn't help but take a breath.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and the half-charred parchment, which had just been freed, came into his hand.

"The warriors representing Durmstrang are," Dumbledore's voice was loud and powerful, pronouncing the name clearly, "Victor Krum." ”

Amid thunderous applause, Krum lazily stood up and walked towards the room Dumbledore had agreed upon.

"Krum is so charismatic, and deserves to be my favorite Quidditch player." Terry whispered to Gretel.

Gretel nodded, indeed, this confident look, he looked like he had known that he would be selected.

If it weren't for Gretel's noticing the shadow of his fingertips trembling slightly in the candlelight as he stepped on the steps.

Fleur Delacour, the half-breed girl who stirred up the feelings of a teenager I don't know.

When Dumbledore pronounced her name, she flicked her long satin blonde hair and disappeared gracefully in front of everyone.

Even if Glitter tempered Penelope for three years, the world line did not change strangely after all.

Mr. Cedric, in the eyes of all eyes, represents Hogwarts and steps through the door to represent the Warriors.

As the home field, Cedric received cheers far more than Krum and Fleur.

The sound of whistles and celebrations once made people feel that the dinner hall would be overturned by the sound of cheers.

Everyone was celebrating, laughing, and Gretel shrugged helplessly at Penelope.

No way, if Mr. Cedric hadn't been a member of the squad, maybe this year's Warriors would have been Miss Penelope.

Although she was a little lost for a while because she failed to become a warrior, she became the heroic butler again in an instant.

Penelope almost held up half the sky as Ravenclaw cheered.

Just when everyone felt that everything was settled, the Goblet of Fire, which should have fallen into silence, spewed out flames again.

Dumbledore frowned and stared for a moment before calling out "Harry Potter." ”

Harry froze, he didn't vote for his name, he wasn't old enough, he wasn't capable enough.

Although he fantasized about it, he was self-aware.

Even the Weasley Twins, who were only short of reaching their age, failed to cheat before Dumbledore's age spell.

How could he possibly do such a doomed thing.

Not only was Harry stunned, everyone in the room, except for Glitter and 'Moody', was at a loss at the same moment.

The Triwizard Tournament has been going on for so many years, and there has never been such a strange thing.

When Harry stood up, he was in a trance, and even almost fell because he stepped on the wizard's robe.

"Harry, be brave."

Gretel didn't give him a skeptical look like a searchlight, but just silently cheered Harry on his heart.

Gretel's gaze narrowly flickered at Harry before settling on the Goblet of Fire.

Suppose Barty Crouch Jr. dared to risk his life in order to help Voldemort fulfill his wish to be resurrected and get Gretel at the same time.

He, Gretel, dared to flip the table directly.

Big deal, he didn't need Voldemort to get the attention of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix.

It's hard, but it's not impossible.

Anyway, now, he himself is not very afraid of Dumbledore, and if he waits for a few more years, he will not be able to press the old Dun hammer.

Fishing in troubled waters is only to facilitate the development of their nascent organization, and it is not only possible to develop in troubled waters.

He could sit back and watch others help him resurrect him, but that couldn't happen in front of him.

After all, Voldemort, a crazy terrorist, was originally within the scope of the organization's daily attacks.

For the sake of the justice and purity of the organization, if Professor Fu does not appear, he will inevitably be cursed by a few curses if he appears.

Thankfully, Barty Crouch Jr. finally knows what matters most.

He didn't have much trouble stuffing Gretel's name into the frantically burning Goblet of Fire.

The unknown onlookers may think that it was Harry Potter's vanity that led to the accident.

But for Dumbledore, he didn't have to think twice to know that this was a plot against Harry.

Glitter hoped that the great Headmaster Dumbledore would face up to this conspiracy and bravely say no to those behind it.

Barty Crouch Jr. was able to use the Confusion Charm to make the Goblet of Fire forget about the competition.

There's no way Dumbledore can't get the Goblet of Fire back in action.

However, after all, it was Gretel who was disappointed, and the White Lord, who was once famous for his strength, was finally old, and he became hesitant.

In the face of Barty Crouch Sr.'s insistence, he chose to regress, losing the tenacity and decisiveness that he once beat Grindelwald.

Even Dumbledore was still calm as he stood there, as if everything was under control.

Gretel still saw the twilight lion king in his shadow.

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PS: Dumbledore was never a bad guy, a villain, in the author's book, he just represents the old, hesitant, traditional.

There are not so many conspiracy theories, and the author thinks that Dumbledore's age spell was originally to protect Harry, but I didn't expect to be exploited after all.

(Poor Harry, something happens to him every year, and if she were Harley, maybe that's another story.) ）

When the light of the new era comes out, everything in the old era will become a dream bubble.

Set sail, new era!

(End of chapter)