From the day to the evening, many Hogwarts students tried to break through the magic set by Dumbledore, even Beauxbaton and Durmstrang had a few students, happy to see you, Hope to prove myself through this method. 』』『Tian Lai Novels www『w. ⒉3txt. com
But most of them failed, not even touching the body of the Goblet of Fire. When a few Durmstrang students were trying, Karkaroff was sitting at the long table, holding a glass of fire that he had brought from school. They tasted the rum they brought comfortably, but after they failed, the man's complexion became worse and worse, until he exploded, and began to yell without grace, which made the students dare not look up, maybe it was because of this thought It wasn't this school, so Karkaroff restrained himself and stopped his lectures, but the chill in his eyes still lingered. It was predictable that these poor students who had disgraced their school (in Karkaroff's view) ) After returning to this school, there will be no good fruit to eat.
It is also worth mentioning that Harry Potter of Gryffindor also put his name into the cup with his own efforts. Unfortunately, it was noon at that time, and most of the students were on their lunch break. Only a few of them Cheers and applause for him in the auditorium.
After that, several Slytherin students tried to put their names into the Goblet of Fire, Gryffindor's Quidditch Chaser - Angelina Johnson and Hufflepuff's Cedric Dee Gorey.
The students succeeded, and they all received applause from their respective houses when the strips of parchment were thrown into the blue-and-white flames, splashing red sparks.
One student after another went up to try.
I don’t know when it started, the floor near the entrance of the auditorium began to reflect a pale golden light, the sunset began to shed its last rays, and the evening came, when the last student who was eager to try reluctantly accepted the consequences of failure, shook his head, from When the red thread left, a thick and heavy bell rang from not far away, and the bell rang six times in total.
The bell rang at six o'clock in the afternoon, which meant that today's dinner was about to start, and the candidates for the Warriors were about to be announced.
Since then, students and teachers have been pouring in from the door, some are in a panic and in a hurry, for fear that they will be late, and some are strolling in the garden, looking quite at ease, such as the Weasley brothers, who are now fully covered. His heart was devoted to Malfoy's order, and he was quite indifferent to the candidate for the Goblet of Fire.
The students of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang also approached the auditorium in an orderly manner under the leadership of the two principals, and took their seats one by one.
If someone is careful, he will find that there are a few fewer students in Durmstrang. It is estimated that this is Karkaroff’s punishment for those students, and it also reflects his respect for his favorite student—Wick Dole Krum is quite confident. After all, if the warrior was not present when the Goblet of Fire sprayed out his name, it would be extremely embarrassing.
After all, last night, all the students from the two schools had signed up.
Soon, the setting sun sank completely below the horizon, and the last trace of pale golden light disappeared. The candlelight in the auditorium was almost full of people. The Goblet of Fire had been disarmed at the moment, and under the supervision of Professor McGonagall, the janitor Filch moved the goblet, and it was standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff table.
At this time, the students were waiting eagerly, looking forward to the final result, and kept whispering, discussing who the possible warriors would be.
"Maybe it's Cedric." Beside the long table in Gryffindor, Hermione speculated. She is used to thinking from a rational point of view. These days, she is concentrating on SPE activities and doesn't care too much about the Goblet of Fire. She is still thinking about related matters, maybe holding the Goblet of Fire, and also increasing the workload of those house elves - those delicacies that are constantly being carried to the table, I don't know how much time the house elves will have to work.
"Hogwarts certainly didn't protect the rights and interests of the house-elves according to the labor intensity of the eight-hour work system." She was still thinking silently in her heart, and Hermione was still used to using Muggle laws to trap these house-elves. work.
"It's him, and I can accept it now, as long as it's not someone from Slytherin who fights for Hogwarts. The annoying Malfoy also voted in his name." Ron sighed, while using the knife He knocked on the long table with a fork. He went to sign up with Harry, but he failed.
"Of course, it's better for Harry to become a warrior." He said sincerely.
"Thank you," Harry replied, no one noticed that his hands under the table were suddenly clenched into fists, and his robes made it impossible to see that his legs were actually shaking.
"Yes, is it? I hope so." Hermione finally came to her senses and said with a forced smile.
"I still can't figure out why that girl fell in love with him." Ron said gloomily. Even if Fleur chose Cedric when choosing the guide that day, he didn't have that hard to accept, but she just chose Malfoy, and she even seemed to be quite active.
He resentfully inserted a piece of lamb chops with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it fiercely, as if this would release his jealousy.
Maybe it was because of the dinners for two consecutive days, the enthusiasm of the students for these sumptuous food was not so high, and the people in the auditorium kept looking up, with anxious expressions on every face. Everyone fidgeted, standing up from time to time to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.
But this kind old man seemed to be deliberately whetting people's appetite, eating slowly, and chatting and laughing with the other two principals at the same time.
After a long wait, the golden plate was restored to its original spotless state, and the voice in the auditorium suddenly increased a lot. Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again. Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on both sides of Dumbledore looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else. Ludo Bagman was all smiles, winking at the students from various schools, while Mr. Crouch looked uninterested, almost bored.
"Well, the Goblet is about to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I reckon it will take another minute. Listen, when the names of the champions are announced, I want them to walk to the top of the Great Hall and walk along the staff The desk goes over into the adjoining room—" he pointed to the door behind the instructor's desk, "—they'll get their initial instructions there."