Chapter 542 Moody and Karkaroff

Perhaps Dumbledore noticed their sudden silence, and then smiled and said, "Now, Mr. Filch, please bring me the jewel box."

No one noticed how long Filch had been in the corner of the hall. What was different from the past was that Filch was not holding his red-eyed cat, and he was trying to straighten his back...

It looks like this is very painful.

Filch is a squib. Without the assistance of magic, it is very difficult for a person to change his fixed body.

Filch tried to look dignified. He walked towards Dumbledore holding a large ancient jeweled box. The students talked excitedly.

In fact, in order to see the jewelry box, Dennis, Colin's younger brother, had already stood on the chair. Unfortunately, he was too small and his view was blocked by others.

Fanlin's gaze seemed to want to penetrate the jewelry box.

In the Muggle world, such an ancient jewelry box would be priceless, not to mention the contents inside.

The Goblet of Fire, the selection tool for the Tri-Wizard Fighting Competition, is actually the most important part.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagmon have already checked the mission statement that this year's champions will face." While Dumbledore was speaking, Filch had carefully placed the box on the table in front of him. "They The necessary preparations have been made for each challenge. Three tasks will take place throughout the school year and will test the contestants in different ways, testing their magical talents, courage, reasoning ability and, of course, their ability to deal with danger.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole hall fell into silence, so quiet that it seemed like no one was breathing.

"As you know, there will be three contestants participating." Dumbledore continued calmly, "One from each participating school. We will score each contestant's performance in each competition task. After the three competition tasks are completed, The contestant with the highest total score will be selected by an impartial selector - the Burning Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the jewelry box three times. The appearance of the box seemed to have melted. Fan Lin had seen this before. This was an alchemy method that Nicoléme was fond of using.

All the outer linings were stacked on the table, and a dark gray wooden goblet was revealed. If it weren't for the blue and white flames jumping around the edge of the wooden goblet, it would be really inconspicuous.

Dumbledore carefully placed the flaming goblet on the table so that everyone could see it clearly.

"Applicants must carefully write down their name and school on the parchment paper, and then throw the parchment paper into the cup," Dumbledore said: "Those who are interested please put their names into the cup within 4 hours. Tomorrow night, too It's just before Halloween, and the Goblet will give out the name of the player it selects who is most qualified to represent their school. The Goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, and anyone who wants to sign up can enter, in order to prevent minors from being blocked. Tempted to sign up…”

Dumbledore paused for a moment, and then said: "After the goblet is placed in the entrance hall, I will draw an age line around it. No one under 17 years old can cross this line. Finally, I would like to remind you Everyone, this competition is not just for casual participation. Once selected by the burning goblet, he or she must continue the competition to the end because putting the name into the cup will naturally form a binding magic power. Once you become a player, you cannot change your mind. Therefore, before throwing your name into the cup, you must consider whether you are really ready to fight. Okay, I think it's time for everyone to rest. Good night. "

"An age line!" Fred Weasley said, his eyes sparkling, as they walked through the hall to the entrance hall.

"Well, it can be fooled by the age agent, can it? Once your name is in the cup, you'll laugh - it doesn't know if you're 17 or not."

"But I don't think those under 17 will have any chance." Harry said, "We haven't learned enough..."

"Speak for yourself," George asked Harry immediately, "you will find a way to get in, right?"

Harry thought that Dumbledore had said that those under seventeen were not allowed to sign up, but soon his mind was filled with the wonderful scene of himself winning the Triwizard Cup.

He couldn't imagine how angry Dumbledore would be if he found out that anyone under seventeen had found a way to cross the age line...

"Where is he?" Ron asked. He didn't listen to them at all, he was looking for Krum in the crowd to see how he was doing.

"Dumbledore didn't say where the Durmstrang people slept, did he?"

The answer to that question came almost immediately, as they were now on the same level as the Slytherin table. Karkaroff was urging his students just now.

"Go back to the ship," Karkaroff said. "How are you, Viktor? Are you full? Do you want me to send someone to the galley to get some wine with sugar and spices?"

Harry saw Krum shaking his head and putting on his leather jacket.

"Professor, I'd like some wine." Another Durmstrang boy said hopefully.

"I'm not talking to you." Karkaroff said sternly, his kind fatherly demeanor disappearing immediately, "I found that you left food all over your clothes again, disgusting child..."

Karkaroff turned and led his student toward the door.

It happened that the four of them were there too.

Harry let him pass first.

"Thank you." Karkaroff glanced at him casually.

Karkov was stunned. He stared back at Harry, unable to believe his eyes.

Behind him, Durmstrang's students also stopped.

Karkaroff's eyes slowly looked at Harry's face from bottom to top, and finally stopped at the scar.

Durmstrang's students also stared at Harry curiously, and of course, Fanlin, two well-known figures.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw looks of realization on some of their faces.

The boy with food stuck to the front of his robe lightly touched the girl next to him and pointed openly at the four people in front of him.

"Yes, it's Harry Potter." A roar came from behind.

Karkaroff turned around, and there stood Mad-Eye Moody, leaning against his student, his magic eye glaring unblinkingly at the headmaster of Durmstrang.

Karkov's face changed color, showing a terrifying look of anger and fear.

"You!" He stared at Moody, as if he didn't believe his eyes.

"What's wrong with me," Moody said gloomily, "If you have nothing to say to Harry, Karkaroff, you should step aside. You blocked the door."

Karkaroff said nothing and led his students away. Moody guided him out of sight, then stared at his back with his magic eyes, a look of extreme disgust on his broken face.

Indeed, half the students in the hall were waiting behind him, craning their necks to see what was causing the blockage. (To be continued)