By the time they returned to Hermione's small two-story building, Mrs. Granger had prepared a table of rich food.

At the dinner table, Mr. Granger once again drank too much, insisting that Zhang Xiao had made a mistake to study magic and that he should become a dentist.

Mrs. Granger didn't look right at her, and she invited him to stay in the guest room after the meal.

I also learned to speak in Chinese style without a teacher - the big night, I came here.

You can't stay, if you don't have this mind, it's best not to give the wrong signal.

Under Madame Granger's regretful gaze, the Ferrari's taillights were fading away.

Claridge's Hotel, Zhang Xiao handed the key to the parking officer, this hotel called Claridge is the only hotel in London that Zhang Xiao knows.

Because my wife and girlfriend in my previous life came to live here in the UK, almost 10,000 yuan a night, and I came back and blown it to the sky.

What has hosted royal family members and celebrities including Queen Victoria, former Prime Minister Winston Churchill, Audrey Hepburn, Grant and so on.

There is something about the Art Deco style of the 20s of the 20th century that makes people feel as if they are in frozen time. The confident, well-trained, and well-mannered waiters are impeccable.

Zhang Xiao remembered that she was about to vomit, and when she went to play in the Suzhou garden, she said that the garden soil was going to die, why didn't this old thing die.

Like many five-star hotels, the first thing that catches your eye is the magnificent high ceiling lobby.

Dazzling crystal vases, gilded columns, and key-like black-and-white rhombic floors reflect the soft glow of the low-hanging chandeliers.

A staircase with carved balustrades covered with printed carpets spirals majestically, and in each of the old elevators, there is a sofa for lounging.

Zhang Xiao smacked her lips, overall, the feeling here is indeed enough to bluff, for example, the elevator can be changed to the latest is not changed, and there is a little brother in uniform with white gloves to press for you.

Isn't this style coming up all at once?

When I got to the room, I cleaned the bed and bathtub again.

The old-fashioned vinyl record player in the room was turned on, accompanied by a rattling sound similar to 'fried beans'.

The melodious tune of "Blue Danube", which is somewhat distorted, resounded in the room.

This sound was once considered a failure and an intolerable impurity at this time.

But after a few decades, it has become a 'retro sound' that everyone loves and misses.

Accompanied by the cheerful music of the Danube, Zhang Xiao gently shook her body.

Contemptible is not talented, I also learned the national standard in school in my last life, and I took this opportunity to hold the hands of several female classmates.

It's a pity that none of them became girlfriends.

The 3/4 waltz was originally a kind of self-entertaining dance, and it was nothing to dance alone, Zhang Xiao turned in a circle mellowly.

His clothes jumped off on his own, as if he were still wearing them on a human body, and danced.

The bathtub was quickly filled with a gurgling spring from nowhere, and after a while, it bubbled again.

Zhang Xiao spun again, waved goodbye to his clothes, and jumped into the bathtub.

The drinks and fruits in the fridge jumped into the tray.

In the crystal glass, the pale green wine of mint liqueur is slightly rippling, and the entrance is cool.

Zhang Xiao sighed beautifully, her arms rested on both sides of the bathtub, and the window was the brightly lit London.

The streets are full of traffic and people, but there is a leisurely tranquility in the room.

Zhang Xiao was in it, feeling this rare atmosphere, and actually looked into the gods for a while.

I don't know how long it took, but the noise outside gradually quieted down, and the whole city fell into a deep sleep.

The water in the bathtub was still warm under the influence of magic.

"Doot, doot."

Zhang Xiao came back to her senses and beckoned casually to the Qiankun bag placed aside, and the clairvoyant mirror slowly floated over.

Well, it's true that I haven't been in touch with my parents for a while, and I don't know if the family is still as busy as before.

"Grandpa?" Zhang Xiao was taken aback, and instinctively wanted to stand up, but then he thought that he was naked, and the stirring splash showed how fast he was.

"Yo, what about a bath?"

Zhang Cunyi stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Grandpa, why are you today? What about Mom and Dad? ”

Zhang Xiao turned the mirror around, hurriedly got out of the water, and his body shook, shaking away the remaining water droplets on his body.

I found a soft and comfortable robe to put on, and then I saluted the Heavenly Master in the mirror in a proper manner.

"Disciple of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Xiao walks in the world, and has seen the old heavenly master."

"Okay, okay, here is our grandfather and grandson, don't be so troublesome, your parents just came back from the Gobi, tired can't do it, go to sleep first."

Gobi? What's going on in the Gobi again?

Zhang Xiao smacked her lips, why did she think that her parents were protecting herself by not letting her go back during this time in her hometown?

The more I think about it, the more I think it's possible, don't underestimate the name of walking in the world, since you enjoy the convenience of the name of walking in the world.

Then you have to take responsibility accordingly.

If you are in the country, if you encounter something real, you have to spare your life.

If you cower and are timid, don't talk about other disciples of Longhu Mountain, even Zhang Xiao himself looks down on himself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiao suddenly asked, "Grandpa, don't let me return to China during the summer vacation. Isn't that what you mean? ”

Zhang Cunyi in the clairvoyant mirror nodded slightly:

"Yes, I gave the order."

"Why? I'm not afraid to fight those monsters. ”

Zhang Cunyi couldn't help laughing: "Of course I know that Xiaoxiao is not afraid, but it naturally makes sense to let you stay over there."

Let's not talk about this for a while, Xiaoxiao, I'm afraid you're going to hold an event over there, what is it called the Goblet of Fire, which includes schools in many places. ”

Zhang Xiao's attention was immediately attracted by what his grandfather said, Goblet of Fire? Includes a lot of schools?

That's right, the fourth grade does have to hold a Goblet of Fire, but how did Grandpa know about it? Is there a change to the Goblet of Fire?

"Ahem, although our Daomen didn't go to the seminar of Nalaoshzi, there are still people from several nearby countries who participate.

They told me that they were going to make the Goblet of Fire a global tournament. ”

Zhang Xiao listened silently, but she was really shocked by the news in her heart.

A global goblet of fire? Why is there such a big change?

The Heavenly Master in the Clairvoyant Mirror was silent for a while, and then said slowly:

"Grandpa wants you to do one thing."

Zhang Xiao nodded, cheering up:

"Grandpa, you say."

"It doesn't matter if you can win the Goblet of Fire or not, but at least it should be in the top three."

Opening her mouth, Zhang Xiao wanted to say that if she remembered correctly, the Goblet of Fire had to be at least 17 years old to sign up.

But since Grandpa said it, then there is no way to create a way, isn't it a Goblet of Fire!

"Yes, mission guaranteed!"

Zhang Xiao nodded solemnly, then his expression relaxed again, rubbed his hands and said with a smile:

"That. Grandpa, can you ask why I have to participate in the Goblet of Fire—"

It's not a joke, the Goblet of Fire with the strength of his previous life is not difficult for him at all, and he can even suppress other people's heads to the point that they can't lift their heads.

So I really didn't plan to participate in it at the beginning, so I couldn't sing a one-man show by myself, and I had to leave the opportunity to other young people.

I thought that the Heavenly Master would still be a riddler, and chose not to say anything.

Unexpectedly, he thought for a while and slowly said two words.

"Prestige!"

Ministry of Magic, a meeting room dedicated to the Minister of Magic.

Dumbledore finally agreed to Barty Crouch and moved the Goblet of Fire global tournament forward.

The Minister of Magic of the country where each of the schools of magic is located, or he or herself, has sent a representative to gather in the United Kingdom to discuss the global event of the Goblet of Fire, which has been officially put on the agenda.

"Minister Crouch—" A bald man with a rich accent set aside the cigar in his hand:

"I have one more question here, if a global Goblet of Fire is really held, it will become a grand event for the entire wizarding world.

At that time, it will be completely more than the number of spectators of the World Cup, and the World Cup has ticket restrictions, but the Goblet of Fire does not.

The British Ministry of Magic - does it have the capacity to host so many wizards? ”

Crouch nodded and said solemnly:

"Thank you for the reminder, but I have also consulted with Mr. Albus Dumbledore, and his friend, the famous alchemist Mr. Nick Lemay, is willing to provide a new alchemy item.

It is possible to project real-time game footage, and we will use live tickets to combine this projection method.

Strictly control the number of people on site, and place this kind of picture as an auxiliary at the characteristic gathering point, which can effectively relieve the pressure. ”

Everyone present nodded thoughtfully, if so, then there is really no problem, as for whether this kind of thing exists, no one doubts.

Nick Lemay is a well-known golden signboard.

France's Minister of Magic shrugged his shoulders, Beauxbatons was already one of the traditional participants in the Triwizard Cup.

He was happy to see the Goblet of Fire expand its influence, and was even a little happy.

Ever since Grindelwald nearly set Paris on fire, the prestige of the French Ministry of Magic has plummeted.

It was urgent to rebuild France to glory, and he was confident that Beauxbatons, led by Madame Maxime, would achieve an excellent result.

Japan's Minister of Magic sat in the corner with his head brunched, not daring to squeak at all.

In the history of the magic institute, according to the tradition of their own country, they boasted about themselves, and they almost wrote that they annihilated 30 million Daomen and turned into Iwo Jima in victory.

They also did not expect that the 'historical record' they had written for their own amusement would one day attract the review of the British Ministry of Magic.

Just look at it, the key is that you really believe it?

The British Ministry of Magic, which was miserable, couldn't wait to skin these little dwarfs of the Japanese Ministry of Magic alive, where did they dare to give their opinions.

Being able to sit here is already a consequence of Fudge's resignation and Crouch's ascension.

Brazil's Minister of Magic tapped a rattan cane on the table, where Castrobusche was sitting.

"What about the format? What about the number of participants?

If it is still the old method of only one warrior per school, I don't agree, because it doesn't reflect the real strength of the school at all.

If the warriors of Castrobusche were eliminated early due to some accidents, it means that Castrobusche is not the best school of magic in the world?

It's too frivolous for I can agree with. ”

Oh? Worldwide. Best School of Magic and Magic?

Dumbledore looked up at the somewhat agitated Minister for Magic.

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

Several other ministries of magic immediately raised their hands, and the speaker of the Magical Congress of the United States looked left and right, whispering in support:

"Seconded."

"Format. Tournament Mode"

Barty Crouch wrote the line on parchment seriously.

Then he raised his head, looked around at everyone, and asked solemnly:

So, aside from the format and format, do you agree with holding a global Goblet of Fire event?

The voting will now be opened. ”

After saying that, he raised his hand first, and Dumbledore withdrew his gaze from staring at the Minister of Magic of Brazil, and raised his hand slowly in the same way.

The rest of the Ministry of Magic representatives looked at each other and raised their arms as well.

"The French Ministry of Magic agrees—"

"The United Magical Tribes of Africa agree—"

"The Russian Magic Duma agrees—"

"The Brazilian Ministry of Magic agrees—"

"The Magical Congress of America agrees-"

"Japan. Japan's Magical Cabinet agrees—"

"Bang!"

Under the small gavel, Barty Crouch's face finally smiled, which also made everyone realize that the British Minister of Magic, who looked so old-fashioned, could still laugh?

"Unanimous vote, let's move on to the next topic, the format and mode of the Goblet of Fire!"

When Dumbledore finally finished the meeting and returned to Hogwarts, he sat down in his high-backed chair a little tiredly, chuckled at Fawkes and said:

"Fawkes, how nice it would have been if Fudge had worked a little harder and taken all my positions."

He shook his head, feeling a little ridiculous, the countries were arguing with each other, and the afternoon meeting was nothing more than the determination of the Goblet of Fire.

There was no consensus on the rest, and everyone was coming up with a plan that was beneficial to them.

Castrobusche, for example, insisted on increasing the proportion of herbs and plants.

Vagado, on the other hand, tried to turn the transformation of the human body into an important project.

Even the magic office secretly rubbed to indicate whether it could be something distinctive, such as magic dance, magic ukiyo-e and the like.

It's just that their presence is too weak and they are completely ignored.

Dumbledore looked at the thick mail on his desk, and pinched the bridge of his nose with some headaches, and every time he looked forward to retirement.

"I'll take a look - an invitation from the Alchemy Society. Don't go, Gobshi's final speech? An invitation to the Velvet Friendship Club."

After flipping through the letters, Dumbledore's fingers stopped.

He picked up a letter and looked at the "Zhang" on it and the familiar handwriting.

I couldn't help but laugh softly.

This letter deserves to be taken seriously.

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)