Chapter 357: Unexpected Contestant, Something Happened on Halloween Eve

On Halloween Eve.

After the dinner started, the Goblet of Fire was moved to the Great Hall.

Facing a banquet that was even more sumptuous than yesterday, most people seemed absent-minded, constantly looking at the blue-white flame burning in the front of the Great Hall.

The 24-hour registration time was approaching the end, and everyone was anxiously waiting to know who would be selected as the champion of the Triwizard Tournament.

Finally, after everyone had eaten and drunk enough, Dumbledore stood up, "Now is the long-awaited champion selection, and the Goblet of Fire will make a decision."

He drew out his wand and waved it at the pumpkin lanterns and burning torches in the Great Hall. All the flames were extinguished, and only the Goblet of Fire released blue-white flames.

The next moment, the flame suddenly turned red, and the hot air waves gushed upwards.

A piece of burnt parchment flew out of the flame and landed in Dumbledore's hand.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the parchment, expecting Dumbledore to read out the name of the first champion.

"Viktor Krum, the champion of Durmstrang."

Applause and cheers suddenly resounded throughout the hall. It was natural for Krum to be selected. All the students of Durmstrang were very excited, and Headmaster Karkaroff almost broke his hand.

Krum stood up from his seat at the Slytherin table, shook hands with Dumbledore, and walked to the door behind the staff table.

A few seconds later, the flames turned red again, and the second burnt parchment was caught in Dumbledore's hand.

"Fleur Delacour, the champion of Beauxbatons."

The students of Beauxbatons all applauded and cheered. The silver-haired girl stood up gracefully, walked to Dumbledore, nodded and greeted, and entered the next room.

At this time, the third parchment was sprayed out by red flames, and Dumbledore read loudly: "Hogwarts's champion, Cedric Diggory."

The Hufflepuff table gave a deafening cheer, and Cedric smiled embarrassedly, walking into the next room amid the cheers of all Hufflepuffs and most Hogwarts students.

"Why is it Hufflepuff?" Draco looked unhappy, "Only Slytherin can represent Hogwarts."

As soon as the voice fell, the Goblet of Fire burned red flames again, and the name of the fourth champion was about to appear.

Everyone focused on the falling paper, even the two headmasters Maxim and Karkaroff were no exception.

Although the Triwizard Tournament is no longer limited to three students, everyone knows that the champions selected by the Goblet of Fire are all geniuses of the same level.

This fourth champion is probably not worse than the first three. If it is someone from their school, the chances of winning the championship will increase by one point.

Dumbledore grabbed the piece of paper in his hand, looked at the name on it by the light of the fire, and couldn't help but smile, "Hogwarts warrior, Aaron Gaius."

Aaron sighed slightly, asked Draco to take Abe back to the common room, and then walked to Dumbledore under hundreds of envious and jealous eyes.

"I knew it would be you, Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore patted Aaron on the shoulder, "Looking forward to your performance."

Aaron smiled far-fetchedly and looked at Adrian on the staff desk. Seeing her smile, he was so depressed that he almost spit out blood.

She is worthy of being my sister. She can be so at ease to plot against her brother, and she doesn't feel guilty at all.

"Mr. Gaius, the other three warriors are waiting for you in that room!" Dumbledore reminded.

Aaron nodded slightly, and as soon as he took a step, red flames gushed out of the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore subconsciously grabbed a piece of burnt paper. Aaron leaned over to take a look and felt relieved for no apparent reason.

As expected, it was a bit strange that nothing happened on Halloween.

"The fifth champion."

"I wonder who it is."

"Is there a sixth one?"

......

Whispers were heard in the hall. Many people stood on tiptoe to look at Dumbledore. Maxim and Karkaroff looked at each other, unable to suppress their curiosity.

Hogwarts already had two people participating in the competition. If the fifth place was not a student from their school, it would be somewhat disadvantageous to them.

"Harry Potter." Dumbledore read.

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table. When he heard his name, he looked confused and his head was buzzing.

He didn't know why he heard his name. He didn't throw his name into the Goblet of Fire.

Although he had imagined that he could successfully register and gain eternal glory, he was mostly terrified at this moment. After all, he had a clear understanding of his own level, which was no match for those warriors.

The Gryffindor students couldn't help but cheer. Hermione and Ron were incredulous. They didn't expect Harry to register without telling them.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Draco shook his head in disbelief. He never thought that Harry Potter would have the courage to sign up, and he never thought that he would be selected as a warrior.

"Harry Potter." Dumbledore shouted again, "Harry, please come here."

Harry was still in a daze, and Hermione next to him pushed him to come back to his senses.

He stood up from his seat and walked to Dumbledore in a daze under the gaze of everyone.

"Professor, you, you may not believe it, but I really didn't put my name in."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously clenched the paper in his hand. He wanted to ask more questions, but it was not appropriate in public.

"I believe you, but...

You go next door with Aaron first, and we'll talk later."

Aaron smiled and shrugged. He was still very depressed, but compared with Harry, he felt that he was not particularly miserable.

At most, he was forced to do something, and he knew everything about him, but Harry was obviously set up by someone, and what was even more sad was that he didn't even know who set up him.

The two walked into the next room along the long staff table. Except for Adrian who waved to Aaron, everyone else looked at Harry Potter in disbelief.

After passing through several gates, the two came to a room that was neither big nor small.

The walls on both sides were covered with portraits of wizards, and sets of trophies and gold and silver utensils were neatly placed here. A blazing fire was burning in a fireplace. Viktor Krum, Fleur Kuradel, and Cedric Diggory were sitting around the fire, keeping a distance from strangers.

"Good evening, everyone." Aaron waved his hand very familiarly, and then sat by the fire, "Let me introduce myself, Aaron Gaius, a fourth-year student at Hogwarts Slytherin College, and the fourth warrior of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Expected." Fleur snorted lightly.

Aaron didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He knew from Fleur's attitude that he couldn't take off the hat of a relative for a while.

"Hello." Viktor nodded expressionlessly.

Cedric smiled brightly, "Welcome, but I really didn't expect it to be you."

"Actually, I understand very well. In the eyes of many people, I am just an excellent fourth-year wizard." Aaron laughed self-deprecatingly, and then changed the subject and said, "But after participating in this competition, many people's impression of me will probably change!"

"Who is this?" Fleur looked at Harry, who was standing uncomfortably beside her, with a flash of disdain in her eyes.

"Harry?" Cedric said with some surprise, "Why are you here too?"

Aaron pulled Harry to the front of the three people, "I solemnly introduce to you, this is Harry Potter, a fourth-year wizard from Hogwarts Gryffindor College, and the fifth warrior of the tournament."

Fleur and Krum glanced at the scar on Harry's forehead at the same time, and their eyes were a little more solemn.

To be honest, they didn't care about Harry Potter's reputation. A fourteen-year-old wizard was not a big threat to them, but Hogwarts actually had three warriors, which made them seem alone.

Harry stood there awkwardly, hesitant to speak, not knowing how to explain.

After about ten minutes, a flurry of footsteps came over.

The six judges headed by Dumbledore, as well as Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody, and Professor Snape all walked in.

"Ms. Maxime." Fleur frowned slightly, "Are there no other warriors?"

Maxime knew Fleur was asking her if there were other people in Beauxbatons, but she could only shake her head regretfully. After Harry Potter's name came out, the Goblet of Fire had no movement at all.

"This is somewhat unfair to us." Karkaroff said coldly, "Even if Hogwarts is the organizer, aren't three warriors a bit too many?

Professor Dumbledore, if possible, I hope you can give us an explanation. I think the other three referees will also find it inappropriate."

"Ah this..." Barty Crouch said after hesitating for a while, "Anyone whose name spews out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the championship."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood Mr. Crouch." Karkaroff showed two rows of yellow teeth, "I mean that our two schools should recruit more students to participate in the registration until the number of people is Equality, that's fair. "

"But the Goblet of Fire has gone out." Bagman said embarrassedly, "It won't be rekindled until the next Triwizard Tournament."

"That's not necessary at all, Professor Karkaroff." Adrian smiled faintly, "If you know the competition items, you will know that the Triwizard Tournament is not about the number of people, but about personal ability.

In this kind of competition, there is no possibility of group warmth. If the contestants are not capable enough, they will only become the foil of other warriors. "

"Humph! It's easy to say, Miss Klein.

Your brother is one of the five warriors. Who knows if you will help him secretly. "

"If you can withdraw, that would be great!" Aaron whispered.

"It's a pity that you don't have the chance to withdraw." Adrian said playfully, then looked at Karkaroff, "I can promise that I will not provide any help to the contestants in any way. If you don't believe it, we can make a contract. How about the Fidelius Charm?

If you think it's not enough, the Unbreakable Vow is fine."

"Haha! You are really my sister."

"Cousin." Adrian emphasized, "Then what kind of contract does Mr. Karkaroff want to make?"

"Just ignore what I said just now." Karkaroff said with a red face, and the Unbreakable Vow was even pulled out. He had to believe that Adrian would not be partial.

But Adrian would not help the contestants by using his identity as a referee, which did not mean that he would give up. If he could, he would definitely help Krum.

Not only Karkaroff thought so, Maxim also thought so. After all, it was related to the honor of the school. It was natural for the two principals to help their own contestants within the scope of conditions.