Chapter 174 Please Call Me Potter (Resigned as Leader for CK, 440)

"Harry Potter?" The silver-haired witch calmed down quickly, she nodded and smiled, "You are even better than the rumors say. Let me introduce you. I am Fleur Delacour. You can call me."

"I'm not interested in what your name is." Harry interrupted, "And now, you shouldn't be introducing yourself."

A playful smile appeared on Fleur's face: "Then what should I do, give you a kiss?"

"Apologise." Harry said succinctly.

Furong was startled, with some surprise in her eyes.

Is your charm no longer working? Is this little boy really so straight?

She thought this was a unique way of being ambiguous in Great Britain. After all, grandma said that people in Great Britain were a bit old-fashioned.

"Apologise." Harry spoke again, a touch of magic welling up in his eyes, and he waved his hand gently.

Yaksi Dharma Seal!

Fleur was in a daze, bent over to apologize to Ron: "I'm sorry, sir, I shouldn't have done it."

She woke up quickly: "Silent wandless magic spell, can you do this?"

Harry said nothing.

Fleur quickly smiled coquettishly again and walked to the opposite side of Harry. This time she didn't use magic. Her appearance was enough to receive preferential treatment, and she easily persuaded the two little lions to give up their positions: "Mr. Potter, you are so interesting. ”

"Can we get to know each other now?"

Hermione gritted her teeth: "Are all Beauxbatons students so familiar with each other?"

"French women have always been famous for their straightforwardness." Fleur casually looked at Hermione. She was also a very beautiful girl, but she was still young and her figure was far inferior to hers, so she did not pose a threat. "Most of Beauxbatons' warriors are me. You It should be the Warriors of Hogwarts, too?”

"Ms. Maxim has specifically told you many times to ask Mr. Dumbledore to specifically set the rule that outstanding students under the age of seventeen can participate with the professor's permission."

Harry said in an indifferent tone: "It's not time for the dust to settle yet."

"So unsure of yourself?" Furong pressed forward step by step.

Hermione answered for him: "Harry can see the brilliance of others in his eyes. He will not be so arrogant that he thinks he is the best and spreads his charm like a peacock."

"Why not if you are attractive?" Fleur smiled slightly and played with her hair, "A woman who is attractive and willing to show her charm is the most charming. What do you call this lady?"

"Granger." Hermione said in a colder tone than Harry.

Furong sighed in disappointment: "Is there only one surname? I really hope to call you by your first name."

Ron stupidly continued: "My name is Ron Weasley, you can call me Ron."

"Or Ronnie." Fred suddenly interrupted, "That's the most endearing term."

"George!" Ron grinned.

"He's Fred." Harry reminded kindly.

Fleur covered her mouth and chuckled: "You guys are so interesting. Can I be your friend?" When she said it was you, her eyes stayed on Harry.

Hermione thought about what to say.

Harry tapped on the table: "My advice is to shut up, Mr. Dumbledore is going to speak."

At the teachers' table, Maxim and Karkaroff had already taken their seats, with the latter sitting next to Snape. Only Dumbledore was still standing.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." Dumbledore greeted with a smile.

Nearly headless Nick flew high into the air, playing with his nearly headless head.

"Oh, yes, there are ghosts." Dumbledore nodded kindly, "And the distinguished guests from afar!"

"I guess everyone hasn't had dinner, so I won't talk nonsense and let's start dinner!"

After finishing speaking, he immediately sat down.

Food also suddenly appeared on the plate, some unusual dishes that could only be seen when Ron or some Hufflepuffs who were good at eating went to the kitchen to order.

Fleur looked at Dumbledore in surprise: "Is he always so brief?"

Ron nodded: "Mr. Dumbledore has never liked to talk too much before eating."

Fleur picked up the knife and fork, a little at a loss. It was a great opportunity just now, but it was interrupted by Dumbledore's two unclear words. If you miss that moment, it would be difficult to say such words again.

Hermione raised her head and hummed a tune she had learned from the Sorting Hat.

Let Fleur grit her teeth.

In the first round of confrontation, I had the advantage, but in the end I lost.

"Harry, I heard that you chopped off one of the professor's arms last semester?" Fleur asked casually.

"Please call me Potter." Harry responded to her, "And Beauxbatons likes to hear rumors?"

"That professor is missing an arm." Fleur raised her head and looked at Snape.

Snape was very keen and noticed Fleur's gaze almost immediately, which was sharp and full of malice.

Fleur trembled: "That professor of yours is a bit fierce."

"You should be glad you're not a Hogwarts student." Hermione snickered.

Furong said "hmm" in confusion: "Why?"

"Professor Snape is an excellent potion master." Hermione subconsciously imitated Harry's cold tone. "He strives for excellence in potions, and you happen to be the type he likes to scold most."

There was a lot of tension between the two of them.

Except for Ron who was immersed in the delicious food, the little wizards around him all noticed that something was not right.

You come and go, and their verbal exchanges are sharp.

Fleur was at a disadvantage.

Although her words were sharp, they were far inferior to those of Hermione who had been nurtured by Harry and Snape.

Neville looked at Fleur pitifully.

Do you have to compete with the little lioness of Gryffindor?

The dinner lasted for more than an hour, and they also criticized each other for an hour.

Wait for the last dessert to be removed.

Dumbledore stood up again: "Has everyone eaten and drank enough? Then we should get down to business. This exciting moment has finally arrived."

"After more than a century, the Triwizard Tournament is finally about to begin again. I think I have to explain a few words before bringing in the cup."

"But before I explain the program of activities throughout the school year, I must solemnly introduce to you two guests from the Ministry of Magic."

He waved lightly and pointed at one person, who also stood up immediately: "Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic. He has made great contributions to the re-opening of the Triwizard Tournament."

Ludo greeted them cheerfully.

Dumbledore then pointed to another person: "I think everyone has heard the regrettable news. Our Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Barty Crouch, passed away unexpectedly, so the Ministry of Magic sent Dorothy Ms. Rhys Umbridge takes over."

"It's the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Professor Dumbledore." This short woman wearing a pink coat, with a wide face and an open jaw stood up and interrupted Dumbledore in a high-pitched voice very rudely. .

Dumbledore paused, glanced at her, and then continued: "The Ministry of Magic has sent Ms. Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary of Magic, to take over the duties of Mr. Barty Crouch."

"The two of them, together with the principals of our three schools, will form the judging panel for the Triwizard Tournament, and will make the most fair judgment for each warrior."

Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, and the decorations in front of the teacher's desk flew away, revealing an empty space. He tapped it again, and a square podium appeared out of thin air.

"The Ministry of Magic has made a lot of preparations for the Triwizard Tournament. Throughout the school year, the warriors will go through three events to test their abilities in different aspects, magic, combat, reasoning, and courage."

The Gryffindors roared with laughter.

The students at Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were confused.

Each of these words was directed at Harry.

Dumbledore also smiled: "As for the selection of the warriors you are most concerned about, it is not selected by professors or students, but by the most impartial magic items. Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

Filch excitedly dragged a wooden box inlaid with jewels and stained with ancient traces over, and gently placed it on the podium.

Dumbledore walked over, raised his wand, and tapped the lid of the wooden box three times.

Crunchy——

The wooden box was opened with difficulty, then stretched and rose, surging into a high platform, holding a wooden cup with rough workmanship and standing upright. A faint blue-white flame danced in the cup.

"This magical item is the Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore continued to introduce, "Every student who wants to become a warrior can, within twenty-four hours, submit a note with his or her name and the name of the school they attend. Throw it into the Goblet of Fire, and tomorrow night, it will select the students it thinks best represent the three schools to become the warriors.”

“It will always be here and accessible to all students.”

Students from the three schools were eager to give it a try.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and white threads shook off the tip of the wand, forming a circle around the podium: "I know you have been preparing for two months, but I still have to emphasize it again."

"The Triwizard Tournament is not a child's play. I hope you can think carefully before putting your names into it."

"And students under the age of seventeen cannot put in the note. I have cast magic to ensure that students under the age of seventeen cannot pass. Those students who have obtained the dean's permission should not panic. I will not break my promise and throw away my note." Be ready, the professor will deliver it for you."

"Think about it now, or be prepared. Once the name is submitted, the contract will be reached, and there will be no chance of going back on it."

"Okay, it's getting late now. Let's all take a rest. After all, we still have twenty-four hours, right?"

Durmstrang's students stood up almost immediately. They took out the slips of paper they had prepared and walked to the Goblet of Fire. Krum took the lead and put the slips of paper representing their names into the Goblet of Fire one by one.

Fleur also stood up: "Harry, do you want to come together?"

"Please call me Potter." Harry emphasized again.

Hermione's face was expressionless: "Harry is only fourteen years old, but he is not as old as seventeen."

Fleur's face froze, and after a while, she smiled sweetly: "Miss Granger, seventeen is the most beautiful and beautiful period of adolescence."

She walked to the Goblet of Fire without hesitation and threw the note into it.

Professor McGonagall was afraid that Harry would regret it, so she stood up holding three pieces of paper, walked to the Goblet of Fire, and couldn't wait to drop the three pieces of paper.

There is no need to read the name on the note, all the little wizards at Hogwarts know whose name is written on it.

George, Fred, and Harry Potter.

On the Hufflepuff table, Cedric took a deep breath. He originally planned to submit his name again tomorrow morning, but

He looked back at Harry deeply.

Take out the parchment and quill, write down your name, tear it off carefully, walk to the Goblet of Fire with heavy steps, and cast the note firmly.

Even though he knows the chances are slim, he still wants to try.

Hufflepuff is not without courage.

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