Chapter 379 Warriors (Modified, Sincere Thanks to Ksg and Huan Yu of Silver Alliance)

"Soon." Michael sat next to Allen, looking more nervous than anyone else.

"Did you put your name in?" Alan asked in surprise.

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

"It must be me." Allen's voice was filled with unquestionable confidence.

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

Then, a tongue of fire jumped into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from it - everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Allen clearly heard Michael's gasp beside him and couldn't help but laugh.

Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away. This way he could see the words clearly by the light of the flames. The flames now returned to blue-white color.

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

There was polite applause in the auditorium.

This result was not surprising at all. Allen looked at Karkaroff, who was clapping his hands vigorously with a smile on his face, "Well done Viktor, I knew it was you!"

Viktor Krum stood 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 table, 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 focused on the Goblet of Fire.

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

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

Fleur stood up gracefully, shook her silver hair, gave Alan a big hug, and then walked lightly between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

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

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

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

The word "sad" is too light. 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 comment like this on girls, because even if they were convinced by Fleur, they might cry.

What's more, Furong looks so jealous!

When Fleur Delacour also entered the next room, the auditorium fell silent again, and this time the silence was filled with intense excitement that could be tasted. Now it’s the turn of the Hogwarts warriors…

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

Cedric Diggory has a warm smile on his face. This upright and cheerful young man looks extremely calm, but only if you ignore his hands that hold the knife and fork backwards and show the veins in his hands.

Gryffindor's Angelina put her hands on the long table, stared at the Goblet of Fire, and muttered something unknown.

Malfoy, who was sitting on the Slytherin table, raised his chin high and looked at the Goblet of Fire with special concentration.

"The Champion of Hogwarts," he shouted, "is Alan Harris!"

"Oops!" Ron shouted, but no one heard him except Harry. The cheers on the table next to him were deafening.

Every Ravenclaw was jumping up and down, screaming and stamping their feet.

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

The Slytherins and the students in the training class all stood up. Like a wave, the students in the entire auditorium stood up, and applause and cheers resounded throughout the auditorium.

At this moment Alan walked past them, with a bright smile on his face, and walked towards the room behind the staff desk.

Indeed, the cheers for Alan lasted for a long time, and it was a long time before Dumbledore silenced everyone and listened to him.

"Great!" Dumbledore exclaimed happily when the noise finally died down. "Well, now our three warriors have been chosen. I know I can count on you all, 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 suddenly stopped talking, and everyone saw what attracted his attention.

The flame in the goblet turned red again. Sparks crackled and flew out. A long tongue of fire suddenly shot into the air and held up another piece of parchment.

As if subconsciously, Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand and grabbed the parchment. He held it far away and stared at the name written on it. There was a long silence, Dumbledore stared at the note in his hand, and everyone in the auditorium stared at Dumbledore. Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read loudly——

"Harry Potter."

"Why is there a fourth name? Aren't there only three schools?" Michael scratched his head, looking very confused. But Allen was not 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, like countless angry bees chirping.

Harry walked into the room stiffly, UU reading www.uukｎshu． net As he entered, all the faces in the portraits turned to look at him. He saw a crumpled witch swipe out of her frame and into the frame next to hers, where a wizard with a walrus beard appeared. The wrinkled witch began to bite his ear quietly.

Alan Harris, Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour were all gathered around the fire. Against the backdrop of the flames, the three figures made a particularly strong impression.

Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, hunched over and thinking about something, slightly distancing himself from the other two people. Alan stood with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire. When Harry walked in, Fleur Delacour turned her head and shook her cascading silver hair.

"What's wrong?" she said, "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

Fleur thought Harry had come in to deliver a message.

Alan turned his head, saw Harry, and gave a gentle smile.

Seeing this familiar smile, Harry seemed to suddenly fall from the sky to the ground. Harry became grounded and the corners of his mouth opened slightly.

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