Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

From day to night, many students at Hogwarts tried to break through the magic set by Dumbledore, and even Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had a few students. Hope to prove myself through this method.

But most of them failed, not even touching the body of the Goblet of Fire, and while a few Durmstrang students were trying, Karkaroff was sitting at the long table with a glass he had taken from school. The rum he brought was tasted comfortably, but after they failed, the man's face became worse and worse, until he broke out, and began to swear in a lack of grace, training those students to dare not look up, perhaps thinking of this It was not this school that Karkaroff restrained himself and stopped lecturing, but the chill in his eyes still lingered. It is foreseeable that these poor students who have disgraced their own school (in Karkaroff's opinion) ) After returning to the 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 small number of people Cheers and applauds for him in the auditorium.

Several Slytherin students, Gryffindor's Quidditch Chaser, Anrilina Johnson, and Hufflepuff's Cedric D. Diggory.

The students all succeeded, and they all received applause from their respective houses as parchment strips were thrown into blue-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 radiance, the sunset began to emit its last afterglow, and evening came, when the last student eager to try reluctantly accepted the consequences of failure, shook his head, from When the red line left, a thick and heavy bell rang just not far away, and the bell rang six times in total.

The bell rang at six o'clock in the afternoon, which means that today's dinner is about to start, and the candidates for the warriors are about to be announced.

Since then, students and teachers have been pouring in from the door. Some people are in a hurry and they are in a hurry, for fear of being late. His heart was devoted to Malfoy's order, and he was quite light on the candidates for the Goblet of Fire.

The students of Beauxbatons 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 there are attentive people, they will find that Durmstrang has a few fewer students. It is estimated that this is the punishment Karkaroff gave to those students, and it also reflects his pride in his students from the side - Wei Kedol Klum is quite confident, after all, if the Warriors are not there when the Goblet of Fire spews its name, it would be really embarrassing to the extreme.

After all, last night, all the students from the two schools had already registered.

Soon, the setting sun completely sank below the horizon, and the last trace of pale golden light disappeared. The auditorium was lit by candles, and it was almost full of people. The Goblet of Fire has now been removed from its protective magic. Under the supervision of Professor McGonagall, Filch, the janitor, moved the cup, and it was now standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff's desk.

The students were all eagerly awaiting the final result, and kept whispering about who might be the warriors.

"Maybe Cedric," said Hermione speculatively at the long table in Gryffindor. She was used to thinking rationally, and these days she was focused on S.P.E.W's activities and didn't care too much about the Goblet of Fire. She was 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 brought to the table, I don't know how much more time the house-elves will work.

"Hogwarts certainly did not protect the rights of the house-elves at the labor intensity of the eight-hour day.

"She was still thinking in her heart that Hermione was still accustomed to using Muggle laws to get these house-elves to work.

"It's him, I can accept it now, as long as it's not someone from Slytherin who plays for Hogwarts, and the annoying Malfoy also cast his name in." Ron sighed, while using the knife The fork knocked on the long table. He went to sign up with Harry, but he failed. After walking a few steps, he couldn't do anything, and then returned to the same path.

"Of course, it would be better if Harry could be a warrior," he said heartily.

"Thank you," Harry responded, and no one noticed that his hands under the table were suddenly clenched into fists, and his legs were actually trembling under the cover of his robes.

"Yes, is it? I hope so." Hermione then responded 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 he chose the guide that day, it was not so difficult for him to accept, but she just chose Malfoy, and even seemed quite active.

He angrily inserted a piece of lamb chops with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it hard, as if this would release his jealousy.

Perhaps because of the dinner party for two consecutive days, the enthusiasm of the classmates for these sumptuous food was not so high. The people in the auditorium kept turning their necks to look at it, and every face showed an anxious look. Everyone was fidgeting, standing up every now and then to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.

But this kind old man seemed to be deliberately trying to whet his appetite, eating slowly, and laughing with the other two principals.

After a long wait, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the voices in the auditorium suddenly rose a lot. Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again. Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on either side of Dumbledore looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else. Ludo Bagman was smiling and winking at the students of the various schools, while Mr. Crouch looked uninterested, almost bored.

"Okay, the Goblet is about to be decided," said Dumbledore. "I estimate it'll take a minute. Listen, when the Warriors' names are announced, I want them to go to the top of the auditorium and follow the staff. The desk goes over and goes into the room next door—" he pointed to the door behind the instructor's desk, "—where they'll get their initial instructions."

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