At this time, Dumbledore's eyes glanced slightly in the direction of the Slytherin table inadvertently, and exchanged glances with Malfoy. "Tian Lai Novel www"w. ⒉3txt. com
Then Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it wildly.
In an instant, except for the candles in the jack-o-lanterns hanging above the students' heads that were still on, the rest of the candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a state of semi-darkness. The Goblet of Fire now emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything else in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames bursting out with sparks were almost dazzling. Everyone is watching and waiting... A few people keep looking at their watches...
The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out. Then, a flame shot into the air, and from it flew a piece of charred parchment—everyone in the auditorium held their breath.
Dumbledore took the parchment and held it far away so that he could read the words on it by the light of the flames. The flames were now blue and white again.
"The champion of Durmstrang," he said in a clear and forceful tone, "is Viktor Krum."
Suddenly there was thunderous applause in the auditorium. No matter which school the students were from, they all applauded this warrior from the bottom of their hearts. However, he seemed to be in a slump, probably because his cold hadn't fully healed. Standing up, he walked listlessly towards Dumbledore, then turned to the right, walked along the staff desk, and entered the next room through the door.
"Great, Viktor!" Karkaroff roared loudly, and despite the loud applause in the auditorium, everyone could hear his voice, "I know you are destined to be a warrior!"
Now Karkaroff looked happy. He had been a little worried about Krum's physical condition before, but now that the Goblet of Fire had sprayed out his name and the dust had settled, he was relieved a lot.
The applause and chatter gradually subsided. Now everyone's attention was once again on the goblet, and a few seconds later the flames were red again. Pushed by the flames, the second piece of parchment jumped out of the cup.
"The champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"
Fu Rong stood up very calmly at this time, and the expressions of her and Mrs. Maxime appeared relatively calm, which was what they expected.
It's just that the other Beauxbaton students didn't feel very well, and even a few female students were so emotional that they burst into tears, buried their heads in their arms, and sobbed sadly.
"I know you'll be walking into that room soon." Fleur paused as she passed the long table in Slytherin, shaking her silver hair as if on purpose, and smiled at Malfoy said.
"Thank you." Malfoy replied simply.
Afterwards, Fu Rong walked straight and briskly into the next room.
Afterwards, the atmosphere in the auditorium became even more heated, because after the second warrior was selected, it meant that the home Hogwarts warrior was about to be born.
On the long Hufflepuff table, many students looked at Cedric expectantly, and he himself took a deep breath, his handsome face looked very calm, only a few beads of sweat on his forehead, and The clenched fist still exposed his current emotions.
He is very nervous.
The situation in Slytherin was similar. Those students also looked forward to and nervously watching the leader of the academy who had helped them win many honors, but the behavior of the people who were paying attention was slightly different.
Malfoy seemed very calm, and he didn't know whether he had absolute confidence in himself, or he didn't care about the result at all.
"Hero of Hogwarts," said Dumbledore loudly, "it's Draco Malfoy!"
"My God!" Ron covered his face in pain, not wanting to accept this reality.
Hermione looked at the long table of Slytherin with a complicated expression, and didn't know what words to comfort Harry now.
It seems that I am also a little happy in my heart
"I'm going to talk to Professor Dumbledore about the treatment of house-elves!" Hermione shook her head, getting the somewhat "happy" mood out of her mind, and began to think about how to save the house-elves. Those house-elves who lost their freedom.
Immediately there was an astonishing burst of cheers from the long Slytherin table, and the screaming and stomping spread like a contagion to all the students at a table.
Some students even made provocative gestures in the direction of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. The academies are full of gunpowder these days. As long as there are more competitive players among the registered players, Students from several colleges will quarrel, but now is the time for Slytherin House to enjoy the fruits of victory.
This blatantly provocative behavior did not subside until Dumbledore coughed a few times.
"Congratulations, Malfoy." When passing by Hufflepuff's long table, Cedric said kindly. At this time, his clenched hands had been released, and he had adjusted his emotions and accepted it calmly. With this result, it seems very elegant.
"I'm just lucky." Malfoy said modestly, and his heart was also a little complicated: "The seat of warrior that everyone is rushing to, who would have thought what would happen in the future after getting it?"
What he lost was temporary glory, but he got his life back because of it, so it should be a suitable deal.
It's just that only Malfoy knows about this "exchange". If he speaks out, it will only be regarded as crazy talk similar to Professor Trelawney's practice, and may be interpreted as "sarcasm" by the people in front of him. .
"You have to thank me very much. If I hadn't become a warrior, you would have died." Once such words are said, no matter how well-mannered a person is, it is impossible not to be angry.
"Great!" Dumbledore exclaimed cheerfully when the uproar finally subsided. "Now, our three warriors have been chosen. I know I can count on all of you, including Beauxbatons and To the rest of Durmstrang, you will definitely give your all to support your warriors. By cheering on the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event—"
But Dumbledore stopped talking suddenly, and everyone could see what had attracted his attention.
The flames in the goblet turned red again. Sparks crackled and splashed out. A long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was lifted out of it.
Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand as if subconsciously, and grabbed the parchment. He held it far away, staring at the name written on it. There was a long silence, Dumbledore staring at the note in his hand, everyone in the Great Hall staring at Dumbledore. Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud—
"Harry Potter."
Beside the faculty seat, Mad-Eye Moody, who was dozing with his head buried, suddenly opened his eyes, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, and then quickly closed his eyes again, as if sleeping again past.
No one would believe that the always upright Mr. Moody would show such a "treacherous" expression.