Chapter 376 Goblet of Fire (Modified)

Right in the middle of the lake, a large whirlpool appeared, as if a huge plug had been pulled out from the bottom of the lake suddenly...

A long black rod-like thing slowly rises from the center of the vortex...

"It's a mast!" Michael said excitedly to Allen.

Slowly and majestically, the great ship rose out of the water, shining brightly in the moonlight.

It was eerie, skeletal, as if it were the wreck of a freshly salvaged ship, and the portholes shone with dim, misty lights that looked like ghostly eyes.

At last, with a splash and splash, the ship emerged fully, bobbing on the choppy water, and began to drive towards the shore.

A moment later they heard a splash as an anchor was thrown into the shallow water, and with another snap a plank hit the shore.

A lot of wizards with extraordinarily large sizes stepped out of the boat. When they got closer, everyone realized that the reason why they looked huge was that they were all wearing a kind of fur cloak with tangled fur on them—and they had the same posture as before. Unlike the elegant Beauxbatons, they looked more like an army with their neat steps.

But the man who led them to the castle wore a different kind of fur: silvery white, soft and smooth, much like his hair.

Dumbledore! ' cried the man enthusiastically, as he came up the slope, 'how are you, my dear old chap? "

"Very well, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice was mellow and sweet. When he stepped into the light from the castle's main entrance, they saw that he was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short and his goatee, which ended in little curls, didn't quite cover his face. Thin jaw.

When the eyes of the little wizards were all attracted by Karkaroff, Alan's eyes were caught by a wizard with a striking hooked nose and two thick and black eyebrows behind Karkaroff. Attracted—it was Krum.

Krum's thick eyebrows frowned, and his eyes stared at Allen unabashedly.

Although Alan didn't care what Krum thought of him, he was a little curious in his heart. Compared with the World Cup, Krum was more hostile to him.

At least at that time, Krum was still polite to him on the surface. Now, his hostility is almost naked and undisguised.

For the little wizards at Hogwarts, the arrival of Krum is not a big surprise, he is just a top Quidditch player, and the best Seeker in the world is at Hogwarts, in the among them.

In order to welcome the guests, the entire auditorium was decorated. The enchanted ceiling twinkled with stars, goblets and plates glistened, and Filch, the administrator, put on his musty old tuxedo to set up the teacher's bench—and then, to Alan's embarrassment, Huo Under the leadership of their headmaster, Dumbledore, the students of Gewarts started the school song chorus to welcome the guests of the other two magic schools-and the lyrics were sung by the students in their favorite tunes, and they also needed to be accompanied by Some simple and childish waving movements cooperate.

"Hogwarts~ Hogwarts~ Hogwarts, please teach us, whether we are bald old people or children with broken knees, our minds can accept all interesting things, because now our minds Empty, full of air, dead flies and trivialities."

The scene once fell into a very embarrassing situation because the Weasley twins used the tune of the funeral march-Alan just moved his mouth, and he could feel that Krum seemed to be observing him, but he could barely maintain it For the sake of his dignity, he refused to look at him.

Draco in Slytherin first heard a scream from the Ravenclaw long table, as if a wild boar stepped on a trap, and then the noise from around him made him kick the maker of the sound directly. Fatty Vincent Crabbe, he sang so devotedly and HAPPY that he attracted the attention of many Beauxbaton students.

At the end of the performance, amidst mechanical applause from other houses, Dumbledore invited them to their seats—the expressions of the students from the other two houses seemed a little uncertain whether this was a kind of prank Hogwarts played on them.

"Well, at least my perception of Draco has changed." Edward glanced sideways at Draco and praised.

Allen turned his gaze from the teacher's seat to the long Slytherin table. Viktor Krum and his Durmstrang alumni had already taken their seats at the Slytherin table.

Allen was very happy to see that Malfoy entertained these guests from afar without being too polite and considerate, without being too flattering. He was much better at dealing with people than he was in the first grade—at least he would not appear to want to communicate with others. A situation where friends turn out to be sworn enemies.

"Can I sit here with you?" A crisp voice sounded, and a long waterfall of silvery hair hung down to her waist. Her big blue eyes were fixed on Michael.

Michael's face turned red all of a sudden, he stared blankly at the Beauxbaton girl in front of him, and opened his mouth to answer, but only made some strange small sounds, as if his throat was stuck.

"Of course, I think Michael will be very happy, Fleur." Allen smiled and pushed Michael.

Finally regaining his senses, Michael winked and stood up, making room for himself.

The other Beauxbaton girls followed Fleur and sat down at the Ravenclaw table.

"She's a Veela." On the Gryffindor table, Ron sat next to him hoarsely, and said to Harry, "Ellen is fascinated by her."

"Certainly not!" said Hermione sharply. "I didn't see Ellen staring at her like an idiot!""

After finishing speaking, Hermione raised her head proudly, glanced at Ron, picked up the plate and walked away.

Although Hermione knew in her heart that Fleur sat next to Allen, most likely for Albert. But hearing Ron say that about Alan, she still couldn't help but sat in a convenient position to observe Alan and Fleur, and glanced at Alan and Luna from time to time.

Luna, who was sitting at the long Ravenclaw table, looked no different from usual, and desserts had even been placed in front of her. She played on her own, picking strawberries out of the trifle with a spoon and stacking them into towers.

Hermione soon had nothing to worry about, because the three people who appeared on the teacher's table attracted the attention of all the wizards in the audience.

And one of them was Albert.

Crouch, Ludo Bagman, and Albert appeared in the teacher's seat.

"You didn't tell me he would come!" Fleur looked intently at Albert on the teacher's bench, then suddenly remembered the Hogwarts school song just now and started giggling to herself: "So, Albert Have you sung like this before? Or do you like to fool around like you?"

"I didn't know he would come, but Albert is much more open about singing than me..." Allen smiled awkwardly, and covered a plate of deliciously baked sauce with a layer of sauce The toast with sauce was placed in front of Fu Rong, "This is a Welsh roast rabbit."

"Is this rabbit meat?" Furong looked suspiciously at the plate of Welsh roasted rabbit covered in golden sauce and fragrant.

"It's not even a meat dish. Brush slices of bread with butter, bake them until they are fragrant and crispy, put them on a delicate porcelain plate, and then top them with cheddar cheese, malt wine, mustard sauce, pepper, and white sauce. Sauce, a delicious Welsh rabbit is ready! Take a bite and it will be crunchy." Allen's introduction made Fu Rong interested in this dish.

"I guess they came to witness the opening ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament." Fleur once again extended her fork to the Welsh rabbit.

When Dumbledore stood up again. A mixture of excitement and tension seemed to pervade the auditorium.

Dumbledore briefly introduced the three of Albert and asked Filch to bring up the box.

The audience was full of people, and the little wizards were all guessing what was in this ancient box.

It was a large wooden box inlaid with jewels, which looked very old. Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped the box lid three times.

The lid creaked slowly open. Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, rough-hewn wooden goblet. The cup itself was inconspicuous, but it was filled with dancing blue and white flames.

Allen told Fleur some interesting stories about Albert while listening to Dumbledore introduce the rules of the Goblet of Fire and the Triwizard Tournament.

"As you already know, three warriors will be selected to represent his magic school to participate in the competition. After the three events are over, the warrior with the highest score will win the Tri-Strong Cup. The one responsible for selecting the warriors is a fair selection Or, it is the Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore closed the box and put the cup on the lid so that everyone in the Great Hall could see it clearly.

Every student who wants to run for a warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," Dumbledore said, "Those who want to become a warrior can start at twenty-four Sign up within hours. Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the goblet will select the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, the goblet sits in the foyer, accessible to all students who wish to run.

"In order to avoid the temptation of underage students," said Dumbledore, "I will draw an age line around the goblet when it is placed in the hall. No one under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line." age line."

After the dinner, the young wizards who returned to the dormitory talked about how to get away with it without exception.

For Allen, strength is the best key, especially with Dumbledore's permission.

Early the next morning, Allen and Albert met in the tower. Before going to bed last night, Allen sent Benny to send a text message to Albert, and made an appointment to have breakfast together today.

"Albert, do you still remember the beautiful French witch who came to the house to thank you during the World Cup?" Allen's smile made Albert's face burn.

"Fleur? Delacour." Albert blurted out, and then realized that he blushed because he answered too quickly, and coughed a few times, "Why did you mention her?" After calming down a little, Albert Burt put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at Allen.

"She is one of Beauxbaton's candidates—" Allen paused, looked at Albert's expression, and found that he was listening carefully, so he continued, "You should have no other plans for this weekend, right? Go to Hogsmeade, and she'll go too."

Allen winked, looking very strange. Albert's ears were red.

"Why don't you sign up for the Three Witches Tournament now? With your strength, if you want to compete for the championship, you have a great chance of winning." Albert stood up and refilled the milk cup in front of Allen.

In Albert's heart, as long as his younger brother wants to accomplish something, he will never fail, no matter how many obstacles there are.

"Of course I want to participate. You know the agreement between me and Dumbledore, right?" Allen drank the milk in his glass.

"I learned something from my father." Albert said.

Allen told Albert the details and plans of his agreement with Dumbledore.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Albert leaned forward slightly, looking at Allen with concern.

"Yes." Allen nodded firmly, "Albert, you captured a lot of troublemakers to Azkaban at that time, and I need you to provide me with your memories of your time in Azkaban."

Albert nodded, pointing his wand at his temple without hesitation, wisps of white memories emerged from his temple and poured into a white porcelain bottle.