Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

For the first time, everyone felt that Saturday would be so long.

Time seemed to be slowed down all of a sudden, and the wizard chess and crackling explosion cards that I usually couldn't play enough became boring at this time. Every time they play for a while, they will raise their heads to see if the sky outside is getting darker.

From morning to noon, to afternoon...it felt like a month had passed, and the sky finally got dark.

When the moon rose, everyone couldn't wait to go to the auditorium.

Perhaps because there were banquets for two consecutive days, the sumptuous dishes that were carefully prepared were not so popular.

Everyone just took a few bites and put down their utensils, and then stood up from time to time to see if Professor Dumbledore had finished eating.

"Sit down quickly." When Ron stood up for the third time, Hermione finally couldn't help but said: "It takes time for the Goblet of Fire to make a decision. Even Principal Dumbledore cannot announce the result in advance."

"How do you know?" Ron said, "Does it mean that after you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, you will know the time?"

"Of course not!" Hermione said impatiently, "Have you never read "Hogwarts: A School History"? This is all written in it."

"I don't think many people will read such a thick book." Ron muttered in a low voice, but when he saw Hermione showing signs of anger, he quickly changed his words: "Okay, can you please tell me What time is it for us?"

Everyone around also looked over.

"The book only mentions that the Goblet of Fire will be extinguished after one day." Hermione said, "But the Goblet of Fire was only taken out at the end of the banquet yesterday. According to the time, it should be around seven-thirty."

Ron looked at the time. It was now ten minutes past seven...meaning they had to wait twenty minutes?

He took a plate of pudding a little irritably, but didn't eat it. He just poked it with his fork and asked at the same time:

"Tell me who will be the champion of Hogwarts."

Harry looked around and found Fred and George on the other side of the table, then lowered his voice and said, "I hope it's Angelina."

"I think it's good that Fred was chosen." Ron said, "In this way, I can be regarded as the younger brother of the Warriors. Maybe Krum will give me an autograph."

Hermione let out a sarcastic sneer.

"But I think it might be Hermione." Harry suddenly remembered that there was another person beside them who also put in his name, and immediately said, "Your final grade is higher than Angelina's."

Hermione blushed rarely and tried to look the same as usual.

"That's because I chose all the courses last year, so my score seems to be higher."

"No, I think what Harry said makes sense." Ron nodded seriously, "You are the first to complete the professor's tasks every time, and even Snape can't find any mistakes in you."

Hermione turned her head and looked at Ron in surprise, as if she had met him for the first time.

In fact, after knowing that she threw her name into the Goblet of Fire, although Ron didn't say anything, Hermione could tell that he was still a little uncomfortable... It was obvious that Ron had been feeling uncomfortable since morning. He didn't take the initiative to talk to her.

So Hermione never expected that he would actually say this now.

But Ron didn't notice this. He poked the pudding and continued: "If you really become a warrior...can you get Krum's autograph for me?"

Hermione's face quickly turned cold, she grabbed a book and threw it away.

The thick copy of "The Evolution of Medieval Magic Texts" hit the table in front of Ron, and he was so frightened that he almost threw the fork in his hand.

"What are you doing? That book almost hit me." Ron yelled angrily.

But Hermione had already turned her head to the side and didn't look at him again.

Finally, twenty minutes later, the last dessert was gone.

Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent.

"Well, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision." Dumbledore said, and he seemed to be as nervous and expectant as everyone else.

Then he waved his magic wand, and most of the candles in the auditorium were extinguished, leaving only those in the jack-o'-lanterns.

In this half-dark state, the Goblet of Fire looked brighter than ever, its bright blue-white flames emitting a dazzling light.

At the Hufflepuff table, Cedric kept breathing, "I've never been so nervous."

"Coming soon." Mikel, who had been looking at the time, said.

When the time came to half past seven.

Under everyone's gaze, the flame in the goblet suddenly turned red, and sparks burst out like a volcano about to erupt.

Then, a tongue of fire jumped into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from it... The auditorium fell silent for an instant, and everyone held their breath.

A large hand caught the parchment.

"The warrior of Durmstrang..." Dumbledore said loudly: "It is Viktor Krum!"

"marvelous!"

"It's Krum..."

"That's not surprising at all!"

Applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium.

Krum stood up from the Slytherin table, and Ludo Bagman immediately stepped forward and took him to the next room.

"That's great, Viktor!" Karkaroff said in a loud voice.

When the applause gradually subsided, a second piece of parchment jumped out of the Goblet of Fire.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons..." said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Next to Connor, Fleur stood up gracefully and walked lightly between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables.

The applause this time was not as enthusiastic as before, because many people looked at her blankly. Ron's mouth was open and he was completely stunned.

When they came to their senses, Fleur also walked into the next room.

The auditorium fell into silence again, but unlike the previous two times, this silence was filled with extremely clear and intense excitement.

Now it’s time to get to Hogwarts Warriors…

When the third piece of parchment appeared in Dumbledore's hand, nearly half of the people couldn't help but stand up.

"The Champion of Hogwarts..." Dumbledore looked at the name on the parchment and suddenly smiled, "It's Kyle..."

Without any warning, Kyle just felt a buzz in his head, as if there were hundreds of Billywig bugs having a dance party, making it so noisy that he couldn't hear anything.

In fact, no words can be heard in the auditorium now.

The deafening cheers surged like a tsunami, as if they were about to overturn the ceiling.

"I knew it!"

Kyle felt like he was being hugged...it was Connor. She screamed and jumped with excitement, and even her ears turned red.

"You said that without considering my feelings?" Cedric felt helpless.

Although he said this, he hugged Kyle equally excitedly, "That's great, I knew you could do it!"

At the same time, Qiu, Fred and George also rushed over, and several people surrounded Kyle.

"Sorry to disturb you." Dumbledore had to remind: "The other two warriors are still waiting. You'd better let him pass quickly."

Everyone immediately separated to make way for Kyle.

At the guest of honor seat, Chris looked at him with a smile, pointed in the direction of the side door, and asked him to hurry over.

Next to him, Karkaroff couldn't help laughing after hearing Kyle's name.

After the regulations for the Triwizard Tournament were finalized, he specifically investigated the situation of the students at Hogwarts.

The first of them was Kyle, who received the Order of Merlin Level 2.

But Karkaroff didn't think it was a big deal.

A big man over three meters tall, plus the famous magical animal expert Silvanos Kettleburn. With these two people, even a Muggle can take care of the werewolf.

So in his opinion, Kyle's second-level medal was nothing more than a lucky boy and two generous wizards, plus Dumbledore's influence... nothing more.

What he was more concerned about was Kyle's age... He had just turned fifteen, and he almost passed the age line.

And Krum is already eighteen years old. For two students who have not yet graduated, the gap of three years is too big... What is the difference between this and pushing the championship into their arms.

Durmstrang wins!

At this moment, Dumbledore turned around.

"Albus." Karkaroff couldn't help but laugh: "He must be the youngest member of Sir Merlin. Hogwarts is really full of talents."

"Igor, when it comes to talent, the most popular legendary seeker is in Durmstrang."

The two just looked at each other, and then both smiled from the bottom of their hearts.