Chapter 526 Goblet of Fire

Although, but.

The headmaster of Durmstrang was beaten to the ground by a second-year Hogwarts student, and in an absolutely crushing way. Although Dumbledore finally stopped the other party from trying to rip off his headmaster's head and go to the Ministry of Magic to claim credit, and sincerely apologized.

But the more sincere Dumbledore apologized, the more uncomfortable Durmstrang felt.

Among the three major magic schools in Europe, no one obeys anyone. Although the notice for this Triwizard Tournament was hasty, the other two companies came eagerly. In fact, they just wanted to compete and compete.

Durmstrang has a black magic class. Looking at the other two schools is like looking at flowers in a greenhouse. I was a little disdainful, but I didn't expect that before the game started, they got off to a good start.

Although it was not Beauxbatons who was targeted, all the teachers and students at Beauxbatons felt heavy after seeing Li Zhuoguang's strength. There is such a monster in the other school. What kind of project must we encounter to have a chance of winning? Beauty pageant?

Especially Mrs. Maxim, when she saw the wand in Li Zhuoguang's hand, she had a look of horror on her face. She always felt phantom pain in her right hand, and she almost couldn't scream.

It wasn't until Dumbledore saw that Madam Maxime's expression was not right and explained in a low voice that she relaxed slightly.

At night, the students in the other two schools were a little lifeless, but the students in Hogwarts were all happy. Even the people in Gryffindor were very pleased with Li Zhuoguang.

During the dinner, two directors from the Ministry of Magic came to Hogwarts to announce the competition. But this time it wasn't just them, there was also a team of Aurors escorting an iron box.

The iron box was carried to the table in the staff seat, and Dumbledore opened it himself. He pulled out a cup burning with indigo flames.

"As you already know, there will be three warriors participating in the competition." Dumbledore continued calmly, "each representing a participating school. We will rate them based on the quality of their completion of each competition event. After the three events are completed, The warrior with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup. The one responsible for selecting the warriors is the Goblet of Fire."

"Every student who wants to be a warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," Dumbledore said: "Those who are aspiring to become a warrior can do so within twenty years. Sign up within four hours.

Tomorrow night, Goblet will select the names of three classmates it believes best represent the three schools. Tonight, the goblet will be in the foyer, accessible to all students willing to run for office.

Of course, for safety reasons, people under the age of seventeen are not allowed to register..."

When they heard this, the teachers and students from the other two schools raised their heads excitedly, with expressions of surprise on their faces. If there was an age limit, wouldn't that monster be unable to compete? But soon, they found that they were happy too early.

"Ahem." Barty Crouch cleared his throat, interrupting Dumbledore's lecture. Then he nodded apologetically at Dumbledore, and continued: "According to the original intention of the Ministry of Magic, and for everyone's safety, young wizards under the age of seventeen are prohibited from signing up to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. But..."

Having said this, Barty Crouch glanced at Li Zhuoguang specifically: "However, the Ministry of Magic also believes that the Triwizard Tournament has not been held for more than a hundred years. There are many young wizards with amazing talents who should not be restricted by age. .

After all, the Goblet of Fire is the fairest selector, isn't it? He will select the best little wizards. By the way, the winner of this competition will receive a prize of one thousand gold galleons. "

Hearing the news, the whole hall was excited. After all, except for some people, a thousand gold galleons is considered a huge amount of money. The little wizards didn't know what they had to face as warriors in the competition. At this moment, when they thought of a thousand gold galleons, their chests were burning.

A big black dog panting passed by the castle lawn and heard cheers coming from the hall. The slender dog's face couldn't help but reveal a hint of human nostalgia.

Soon, he shook his head and carefully walked around the castle in the night, arriving at the greenhouse behind the castle. If he remembered correctly, there was a secret passage leading into the castle.

Although many years had passed, he still knew the secret passages in the castle. His plan was simple. He would hide in the secret passage during the day and sneak out at night to find food and Wormtail.

But when he passed by the chicken coop in Hagrid's hut, he found that the roosters inside had been attacked by something unknown, and two of them died. He thought for a while, they were already dead anyway, so he might as well not waste it, he could take it to the secret passage and roast it.

Immediately, he jumped into the chicken coop, opened his big mouth, picked up two dead chickens, and prepared to dig out the chicken coop. But he was too thin, and the rooster that Hagrid fed was extremely fat. It took him three attempts to jump out of the chicken coop, and it also made some noises.

Hagrid heard the sound and walked out of the hut, and saw a black shadow flying away with two chickens in its mouth. Although he was tall, he was not very fast when running, and he could not catch up with him.

In addition, his modified small umbrella and stone crossbow were placed in the house, and it was too late to go back to get them now. He could only let the black shadow take away the chickens he had fed.

Hagrid looked back at the chicken coop and decided to reinforce it after getting up early every morning to feed Beauxbatons' twelve-legged horses. When I think of Pegasus, I think of that strong and beautiful figure.

Then Hagrid shook his head. Although he now owns a dragon farm, his mindset has not changed. He just feels that he is just a gamekeeper, not a teacher in the school, and is not worthy of the headmistress of Beauxbatons.

The voting time is 24 hours in total. Most people who can see themselves clearly still account for the majority. Except for a few who don’t know how to count, such as a Weasley who was dazzled by the gold galleons, most of them are the best of the three schools.

And Li Zhuoguang, who is the focus of Slytherin, or Hogwarts, did not vote at all. There is no other reason, it is pure laziness.

Li Zhuoguang is not anxious, but Malfoy is anxious. He is so anxious that he scratches his head when he sees his good brother so unmotivated. If his brother is not motivated, how can he make progress? If his brother is not motivated, how can he lead him to success?

He held the parchment with Li Zhuoguang’s name written on it in his hand, and swung it in front of the Goblet of Fire several times, but he didn’t dare to vote. First, he was not sure whether others' voting on his behalf would be effective. Second, Li Zhuoguang had waved his fist to warn him after seeing his intention.

If he really dared to vote on his behalf, Li Zhuoguang promised to use his proud platinum-blond hair as a mop to mop all the toilets in the school. After spending so much time with Li Zhuoguang, Malfoy knew that Li Zhuoguang never boasted.