It took a long time to take pictures.

There are two main problems that they have to solve.

First of all, Madame Maxim, no matter where she stands, blocks others, she is too tall.

The second problem was that there were too many people, and the obese photographer didn't carry a camera specifically designed to take large photos.

Eventually, at Dumbledore's suggestion, the school-based shooting was taken, and the photographer seemed to be particularly keen to have Fleur in front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up and pulled the Hogwarts team to a more prominent position.

It took a long time for them to finally get out, and it wasn't until Rita Skeeter started asking them about the week they were going to compete, and they reacted that the first event was about to start.

The next morning, there was hardly any sound in the school auditorium, and everyone was staring intently at the newspaper in their hands.

Rita Skeeter really didn't lie, the Super Goblet of Fire is currently the hottest topic in the entire wizarding world, and everyone is eager to know more about the details of the Goblet of Fire.

For example, what are the competitions? Who are the Warriors? Are there any interesting things that the warriors have in private?

The Daily Prophet was overwhelmed by this, because the secrecy was so good that the Daily Diaothsayer had no choice but to report on the situation that was not within the scope of secrecy.

Instead, he began to introduce the representative teams of each school, and several editions were added specifically to tell wizards about other schools.

It turned out to be a very wise choice, and the newspaper sold like crazy and was reprinted several times, because even adult wizards don't know anything about schools other than their own.

Many people even think that there is only one magic school in the world - the one they attend.

They held the newspaper and watched the reports and interviews with the Warriors in amazement, imagining what other schools were like.

The Hogwarts team was questioned, with only Cedric being the sixth year and the rest of the team being fourth years as the youngest team with an average age.

While the teams of other schools are almost all in sixth or seventh form, the peculiarity of the Goblet of Fire allows the students to see another possibility in addition to the ultimate wizard exam.

If you do well in the Goblet of Fire, are you afraid that you won't be able to find your favorite place after graduation?

Wizards who have also gone to school are well aware of the gap between the fourth grade and the sixth and seventh grades, and wizards in England have gone from the excitement of hosting the Goblet of Fire to the bottom.

They excitedly wrote to the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, demanding that they be re-elected, and that they had 'seen Hogwarts in the world's disgrace'.

This was unacceptable to the proud English wizard.

As a last resort, Barty Crouch made a special speech, assuring that the selection would be fair and just, and begging the people to be a little more patient with their warriors.

This calmed down a bit, and the doubts remained, but it didn't have any effect on the young wizards.

Because Dumbledore is like a that will never burst, keeping all this raging malice out of Hogwarts.

"Your spell has grown stronger, and it's a lot stronger, what's going on these days?"

Zhang Xiao shook the wand in his hand, turned it into a long sword in an instant, pulled a sword flower, and said to the glove lady floating aside:

"Just figured something out."

This reason, which seemed ridiculous to outsiders, was easily accepted by the glove lady.

Lines of handwriting appeared quickly on the parchment:

"Congratulations, it's not a simple matter to break through the confusion in your heart, your 'field' has indeed become bright and pure."

Field? What is that?

The lady did not sell the guanzi, but explained in the next sentence:

"It's something that has to be observed in a special state, everyone's color is different, but dark wizards are all black."

Zhang Xiao became more and more curious, she had always guessed that Miss Glove was very likely to be a Horcrux, and it was because of Dumbledore's guarantee that she chose to believe her, maybe this is the special perspective of Horcruxes?

"Ma'am, it's funny, I want to know, what color am I?"

"It was yellow at first, with some red on it. It's not pure, but I can feel that you're not a bad person. ”

Zhang Xiao: Vivid, vivid! (Note 1)

"And now?"

"White," she paused, "like the sun." ”

Zhang Xiao stopped talking, he danced the long sword, the sword light flowed, his steps were light, like the wind caressing, suddenly, his body froze, exhaled and slashed.

Ten meters away, the wooden man's target suddenly split into two sections, the cutting surface was as smooth as a mirror, and the invisible cutting force hit the wall, leaving a long trace.

If my father was here, I would be stunned and feel that my son was a genius, and he had comprehended the profound move of sword qi at a young age.

But only Zhang Xiao himself knew that it was not a sword qi at all just now.

It's [Divine Blade].

A clever combination of magic and swordsmanship, invisible sword energy.

When you are full of fear of something and wish that time would slow down, time will not fulfill your wishes, but will speed it up.

It's a strange thing, the days before the first project passed in the blink of an eye, as if someone had doubled the clock.

Although Harry, Malfoy, and the others felt that they were ready, as the time approached, their hearts were filled with uncontrollable panic, and they followed them wherever they went.

Malfoy's pale face had two large dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like he had been punched twice, and Zhang Xiao looked at him like a robot, stiffly drinking cereal.

There was the sound of falling ping-pong from behind, and Zhang Xiao didn't have to look back to know that it must have been Ron and Harry, because this was the third time in the morning.

Hermione was better off because she didn't have to go on stage right away, so she kept cleaning up the mess for the two of them.

"Zhang, you say. You say," Malfoy turned his head to his lips covered with a circle of cereal, "Am I inappropriate to be the captain of the Hogwarts team?"

I think. I felt like I wasn't qualified, like the newspaper said, I was only in the fourth grade. Isn't it. It would be better to hand it over to the seventh grade students.

I'm going to find Deng—"

"Draco Malfoy!" Zhang Xiao's voice suddenly became stern, and the little wizards around him were startled, and one of them even poured a glass of milk directly on his face.

Zhang Xiao shook his hand without replying, and the milk on the little wizard's body disappeared directly, he touched his face in confusion, and even began to wonder if he was delusional just now.

He stood up and stared at the startled Malfoy, and there were many things he wanted to say, harsh, persuasive, and reprimanding, but when the words came to his lips, they became:

"Don't make me look down on you."

Malfoy's face suddenly turned extremely pale, and he couldn't see any blood, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out, just stared blankly at Zhang Xiao strode over to Gryffindor, stared at Ron and Harry, who were also nervous, and said the same thing:

"Don't forget your training on the eighth floor, don't forget what you've been through so far, and don't forget that no matter what the newspapers say, the Hogwarts students always have expectations for you."

Zhang Xiao's fingers drew a circle in a void, and Harry and Ron's eyes followed his fingers, and they saw faces full of anticipation and confidence, regardless of grade or house. This is the most beautiful flower that they have put in in the past three years.

There is always something to expect from them

Eyes swept over the chests of the young wizards, and everywhere they saw was the badge on their chests - Champions of Hogwarts! Hogwarts wins.

Their bodies began to tremble, and there was something violently surging in their hearts, something that wanted to break through the ground.

"Don't make me look down on you."

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1. Commuter pass 2, recommended ticket

Note 1: Some foreign departments that do not do personnel have made a lot of free ladders to distribute in China, and hope that Aurora netizens will use the ladders to go outside the wall to see those nonsense things.

Unexpectedly, most of the netizens who went out over the wall were not interested in those things at all, and went straight to a certain color website, while the sage time was busy fighting with some embarrassing black Chinese people with extreme cerebral palsy.

It is commonly known as yellow with a little red.

(End of chapter)