Chapter 379 Warriors

"It's coming soon." Sitting beside Allen, Michael looked more nervous than anyone else.

"Did you vote in your name?" Allen asked in surprise.

"No, but I hope that the Hogwarts warrior is you." Michael looked intently at the Goblet of Fire and clenched his fists.

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out.

Then, a flame shot into the air, and a piece of charred parchment flew out of it-everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Allen clearly heard Michael's gasp beside him, and couldn't help laughing.

Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away. That way he could see the writing clearly by the light of the flame. The flames were now blue and white again.

"The champion of Durmstrang," he said clearly and emphatically, "is Viktor Krum."

There was polite applause from the auditorium - presumably there would have been more applause if Krum had caught the Snitch in the world.

This result was not surprising at all. Allen looked at Karkaroff, who was slapping his hands vigorously and smiling all over his face: "Good Viktor, I knew it was you!"

Viktor Krum got up from the Slytherin table and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore.

Under the guidance of a Gryffindor, he turned to the right, walked along the staff desk, and entered the next room through the door.

The auditorium quickly returned to silence. Everyone wanted to know who the next warrior would be, and all eyes were on the Goblet of Fire.

After a few seconds, the flames turned red again. Pushed by the flames, the second piece of parchment jumped out of the cup.

"The champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Fleur stood up gracefully amid the strong applause from the boys, flicked her shiny silver hair, and gave Alan a big hug, and then lightly moved from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Walked between the tables.

"Maybe her strength is not particularly good." Michael said softly to Allen.

"How do you know?" Allen asked in surprise.

"Look over there, if her strength is really outstanding, those two girls won't be so sad." Michael raised his chin to the right side of the Ravenclaw table.

The word "sad" is used too lightly, and the two girls who were not selected burst into tears, buried their heads in their arms, and cried sadly.

Allen felt that Michael's words were reasonable, but he couldn't judge girls like this, because even if they were convinced by Fleur, they might cry.

What's more, Fleur is so envied by others—the expressions of the little witches when she was elected as a warrior were not friendly.

When Fleur Delacour also entered the next room, the auditorium fell silent again, and this time there was a strong excitement that could be tasted in the silence. Now it's the turn of the Hogwarts warriors...

Although everyone knows that Allen is super strong, everyone hopes that the Warriors will come from their own academy.

Cedric Diggory had a warm smile on his face. This upright and hearty young man looked extremely calm, but the premise was that you ignored his blue-veined hands with the knife and fork reversed.

Angelina of Gryffindor rested her hands on the long table, her eyes were fixed on the Goblet of Fire, and she muttered in her mouth without knowing what she was reading.

Malfoy on the long Slytherin table raised his chin high and looked at the Goblet of Fire with special concentration.

"Hero of Hogwarts," he said loudly, "is Alan Harris!"

"Oops!" cried Ron, but no one heard it except Harry, and the cheers from the nearby table were deafening.

Everyone in Ravenclaw was jumping up and down, screaming and stomping.

Hermione stood up excitedly, with a bright smile on her face, and clapped desperately.

The Slytherins and the students in the intensive training class all stood up, like a wave, and the students in the entire auditorium also stood up,

Applause and cheers resounded through the auditorium.

At this time Allen walked past them, smiling brightly, and walked towards the room behind the staff desk.

Indeed, the applause for Alan lasted a long time before Dumbledore silenced everyone to listen to him.

"Great!" Dumbledore exclaimed cheerfully when the uproar finally died down. "Now, our three warriors have been chosen. I know I can count on all of you, including Beauxbatons and Other Durmstrang students, you will definitely support your warriors with all your strength. By cheering for the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event—”

But Dumbledore stopped talking suddenly, and everyone could see what had attracted his attention.

The flames in the goblet turned red again. Sparks crackled and splashed out. A long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was pulled out.

Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand as if subconsciously, and grabbed the parchment. He held it far away, staring at the name written on it. There was a long silence, with Dumbledore staring at the note in his hand, and everyone in the Great Hall staring at Dumbledore. Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud—

"Harry Potter."

"Why is there a fourth name? Isn't there only three schools?" Michael scratched his head, looking very confused. But Alan wasn't around, so naturally there was no one to answer his questions.

He was not the only one who was confused. There was no applause in the auditorium, and a buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping.

Harry walked stiffly into the room, and the faces in the portraits all turned to look at him as he entered. He saw a crumpled witch whoosh out of her frame and into the frame next to a wizard with a walrus beard. The wrinkled witch began to whisper to him.

Alan Harris, Viktor Klum, and Fleur Delacour were all gathered around the fire. Against the backdrop of the flames, the impression of those three figures was particularly strong.

Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bowed his waist and meditated there, and slightly distanced himself from the other two. Allen stood there with his hands behind his back, staring at the fire. When Harry entered, Fleur Delacour turned and tossed her cascading silver hair.

"What's the matter?" Fleur asked Harry. "Are they telling us to go back to the Great Hall?"

Fleur thought Harry had come in to deliver a message.

Allen turned his head and saw Harry with a gentle smile.

Seeing this familiar smile made Harry feel as if he fell from the air to the ground all of a sudden. Harry became more at ease, and the corner of his mouth opened a slight arc in response.