A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

At the Halloween dinner, Hermione's appetite was full, and she said in surprise: "Oh, is it true? Warren ran into your dormitory and exchanged an hourglass in exchange? I bet she felt bad... "

She happily took a chunk of pork chops for herself.

"You're happy now," said Ron. Neither he nor Harry's ageing agent worked.

"Of course I'm glad," Hermione put down her knife and fork and looked at the two of them solemnly, "you heard this afternoon, too, that Hagrid was able to lift his head from a bucket of creamy softener and tell us that he was looking forward to the first project. ...you should know how dangerous the Tournament is!"

The fork in Ron's hand shook, and he was somewhat persuaded by this argument: "What's the last one that makes Hagrid happy?"

"Broken-tailed snails." Seamus said unhappily on the side.

On the professor's chair, Felix stopped after drinking the last sip of seafood soup in the bowl, and his eyes swept over the hundreds of jack-o-lanterns in the corner and the bats that were constantly flapping on the ceiling, landing on the restless little wizards.

He could totally feel the restlessness that permeated the auditorium, which was one of the things he had learned from the Dementors.

"A little choking," he muttered.

Flitwick glanced at him curiously, and withdrew his outstretched hand, losing interest in the bowl of seafood soup in front of Felix.

There was one more person on the professor’s chair today than yesterday—Mr. Barty Crouch, with a sickly face, hurriedly ate a few bites of mashed potato patties, then leaned back in his chair, looking absent-minded, with Lu, who was beaming beside him. Do Bagman is a stark contrast.

"...when I was with the Hornets, I got a bunch of flowers after every game, and there were foreign fans...Which country? I don't know...don't know, it's a bunch of names, I guess female fans , the note smelled of perfume... If only Barty was here, he could translate for me, couldn't he?"

Bagman turned to look at Mr. Crouch, who snorted sternly.

"Oh, Barty, you don't seem to be in good shape, maybe you should take a while..."

"I'll think about it." Mr. Crouch said with no interest. Even if his face was bad, he still took care of his clothes carefully. There was no wrinkle in his clothes, which looked very similar to the style of Principal Ilvermorny. resemblance.

Most of the students had finished their meal, and Dumbledore stood up amid the eagerly-anticipated eyes.

He waved his wand and made the auditorium completely darkened. The Goblet of Fire had been moved to the front of the professor's chair. At this moment, the light suddenly burst into flames, the flames soared high, the blue and white flames turned dazzling red, and sparks splashed everywhere.

A half-charred parchment flew out.

"Drmstrong's first warrior," he said in a clear, powerful voice, "was Victor Klum."

There was thunderous applause in the auditorium, Krum stood up from his seat, and under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, turned to the room next to the auditorium.

"There is still hope, there are still two places!" The Durmstrang student next to him encouraged himself.

After a while, another piece of parchment flew out.

"Durmstrong, Als Polyac," Dumbledore read.

The boy who had just spoken burst into tears with joy, and he roared gaily, "I knew it!" He stood up, threw his fists so hard that he nearly tripped over the table, and Durmstrang's principal snorted dissatisfiedly.

Next came the third Durmstrang warrior--

"Durmstrong, Adim Burwick."

Dumbledore wiped the corner of his eyes and said emotionally: "How touching! The three warriors will unite and fight for the honor of the school..."

In the next period of time, the Goblet of Fire appeared with signed notes, and the warriors of the remaining four schools were selected.

"Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour--

Jacqueline Bourgeois -

Francois Lafontaine. "

The three warriors of Beauxbatons walked to the room next to the auditorium to rest one after another, but the students' minds were all in a mess, as if time was still standing at the moment when the veela-like girl stood up.

The girl named Furong elegantly shook her silver hair and walked between the two dining tables with light steps, like an elf...

It can be expected that this picture will be imprinted in the hearts of many students and will never be forgotten for a lifetime.

"Then the warrior of Ilvermorny, Victor Percival Graves--

Ann Lunn --

And the third warrior, Biers Bach. "

Byers stood up beaming and walked into the small room next to the auditorium under the farewell of the Gryffindor students.

"It's the turn of Valgardu's champion, Rashaun Elifendi—

Nona Raibert --

Panagiota Brands Igo. "

The warriors of Vagado stood up. They did not follow the previous procedure to act individually, but waited until all three were selected before leaving together.

The Hogwarts students looked at their backs - one of the two wizards was tall and burly, looking like a walking wall, and he was at least a foot taller than Cedric, you know, Cedric Kerr was already tall among the students at Hogwarts; the other, with his hawk-like haircut, was not small, but stood like a dwarf next to him.

The only girl among the three was tall and tall like Furong, but her body was full of strength. In the not-warm weather, she wore a thin leopard-skin cloak.

"Finally, the warriors from Hogwarts," Dumbledore said happily, reading the name on the note thrown by the Goblet of Fire: "Cedric Diggory—"

"Oops!" exclaimed Ron, thankfully no one but Harry and Hermione heard the cheers on the next table that would knock the roof off, and Dumbledore had to wait a while with the second note in hand. , While waiting, the third note also came out with a tongue of flame.

"The second and third warriors are Roger Davis and Collins Foley, let's cheer for them." He said the names of the remaining two people in one breath.

There was another deafening applause, and the students of Gryffindor clapped their hands, which was a little uncomfortable. None of the three warriors was Gryffindor, and they couldn't be happy at all.

When the noise subsided, Dumbledore said with a smile: "Okay, please go to the room next to the auditorium for the last three warriors to rest for a while. I am happy to announce to everyone that the Goblet of Fire has successfully completed its task. Next, I believe Everyone will support the warriors of their own schools and contribute their strength to this event, then—”

He suddenly stopped talking, and the goblet of fire that should have been extinguished became dazzling again, and the blazing fire made his face flush red.

A note flew out, he caught it subconsciously, looked down at it, and after a brief silence, he cleared his throat and read aloud—

"Harry Potter."

There was no cheering, and the auditorium was silent. Gradually, the buzzing sounded, and everyone looked at Harry, including the classmates sitting next to Harry, all looking at him with incredible eyes.

"I didn't put my name in," Harry said blankly, looking at Ron and Hermione. "You know I didn't, I've been with you all the time."

Hermione's mouth was still open, her eyes were round, and Ron forced a smile. "Yeah, we've been together. Congratulations, Harry."

"It's not a question of congratulations!" Harry shouted, his voice echoing throughout the Great Hall.

On the other hand, Professor McGonagall hurriedly stood up from her chair and tripped as she passed Felix. "Be careful, Minerva," he said. But McGonagall didn't pay attention at all, she hurried to Dumbledore and said something fiercely.

Dumbledore said solemnly, "I know, Minerva, but..." He raised his voice and held up the half-burned note in his hand. "Harry Potter, go next door to the Great Hall first."

Harry stumbled to his feet, looking at the stunned faces, feeling that he didn't belong here, he walked up to Dumbledore, Dumbledore nodded at him, pointed him in the direction, he took a few steps and listened. There was a sigh of inhalation behind him.

He turned his head sharply—as in disbelief as the others—to watch the Goblet of Fire turn red again, followed by a second one after the first.

It must be broken, Harry thought, there was something wrong with the tattered wooden cup, and maybe a third unlucky one would be called out later.

Dumbledore swiftly picked up the note and read out the name on it in a deep voice, "Hermione Granger."

There was a scream from the Gryffindor seat, and Hermione covered her mouth, unable to believe her ears. But at this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the Goblet of Fire, and there was an inexplicable expectation in their hearts.

Even Dumbledore did the same, staring silently at the Goblet of Fire, a bottomless blue behind the half-moon-shaped lens.

Harry stayed where he was, blinded by the blue-white flames, but he forced himself to look at it, as if to see the innermost part of the wooden cup, the last note ready to go.

finally--

Dumbledore grabbed the flying note, and in the deep and solemn silent auditorium, he said calmly, "Ronald Weasley."