Chapter 416 Goblet of Fire?It's funny!
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Yan Shan Hu Po
Chapter 416 Goblet of Fire?It's funny!
"By the way, what are you doing with a basin? Washing your face?"
Just when Fu Rong was about to take her seat, Bell suddenly asked.
Seeing the big basin that Fu Rong held in both hands, Bell was very puzzled.By the way, why does this pot look so familiar?
"...This is French bouillabaisse! How on earth do your eyeballs look like they are used to wash your face!"
Fu Rong said frantically.
She almost stumbled and fell to the ground just now.
"Fish soup?"
Bell stretched his neck, glanced into the basin, and found that it was indeed a light layer of milky white fish soup, not the water for washing his face as he thought before.
"So, with such a shallow layer of fish soup, can't you get a few small bowls to hold it? As a result, you French insist on getting a washbasin.
The same is true for other dishes, which are obviously just the one in the middle, but they have to be served on a spicy~ big plate.
It's not overpackaged. "
Bell pouted.
These Frenchmen are not real at all.
"You... you... that's better than you Brits who can't cook!"
Furong's chest trembled wildly, she really wanted to put the fish soup basin in her hand on Bell's head.
"Ha ha……"
Bell put a piece of steak in his mouth and chewed it slowly, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Facts speak louder than words, and he doesn't even bother with this ignorant woman.
Seeing Bell's beating, Fu Rong couldn't bear it anymore, and finally decided that she couldn't bear it anymore!
"Go to hell you!"
With a loud roar, Furong picked up the basin in her hand and threw it at Bell's head.
Even if it was said that it was destroying the friendship between the two schools, she would admit it. Anyway, there was no friendship between Beauxbatons and Hogwarts.
In short, she must give a good lesson to Bell, the damn brat, today!
If Professor McGonagall knew what Fu Rong was thinking at this time, the old professor might hold Fu Rong's hands with tears in his eyes and talk with her all night long.
'Snapped! '
Bell snapped his fingers lightly, and then saw the basin in Fu Rong's hand suddenly broke free from her hands and floated into the air.
Controlling the basin to fall on the dining table, Bell looked at Furong jokingly and said:
"It's shameful to waste food, didn't your sister teach you that?"
This is because of the face of little Gabriel, and because the other party is a beautiful girl, otherwise if it is a man who dares to do such an excessive thing to him, Bell would have done the other party long ago.
"My... my... old lady's wand!"
Fu Rong was about to go mad with anger.
The occasion and demeanor were all forgotten by her, she just wanted to kill Bell now, at any cost!
"Ahem! Well...the professors are all watching, hurry up and eat, it's almost time."
Seeing that the other party was so angry that he wanted to take out his wand regardless, Bell hurriedly spoke out to comfort him.
It would be difficult for him to explain to little Gabriel if he hurt Fleur.
Fu Rong looked towards the professor's seat, and found that, including Mrs. Maxim, the professors were all looking at this side curiously.
Taking a deep breath, Fu Rong managed to regain her sanity.
She didn't want to lose her composure in front of Madam Maxim.
Sitting hard on the chair, Fu Rong quickly ate the food in front of her without saying a word.
She swore that she would never say a word to that damn kid next door again in her life!
Shrugging his shoulders, Bell didn't care about Furong's attitude, and started eating madly.
……
The pleasant (?) dinner was over, and after the desserts on the table disappeared, Dumbledore stood up and introduced the two extra people around him who did not know when to the young wizards present.
The two are: Barty Crouch, Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic, and also Percy Weasley's most admired boss; Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, and also A bad gambler.
Then, Dumbledore took another box from Filch.
He opened the box and took out a cup with a blue-white flame burning inside.
According to Dumbledore, that cup is called the Goblet of Fire, and it is also the 'selector' of the warriors participating in this Triwizard Tournament.
Little wizards who want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament need to write their names and school names on a piece of parchment and throw them into the Goblet of Fire.
Then, after the Halloween dinner tomorrow night, the Goblet of Fire will select warriors who belong to the three magic schools, and it will symbolize the official start of the Triwizard Tournament.
"In order to prevent the younger students from being tempted, I will draw an age line around the Goblet of Fire. Anyone under the age of 17 will not be able to cross this line!"
Hearing Dumbledore's announcement of the screening method for wizards under the age of 17, Bell's gaze at the other party became meaningful again.
He was no longer interested in listening to what Dumbledore said afterwards.Because he was thinking now, what the hell is Dumbledore planning to do?
Before today, he didn't know how the Warriors were selected.
When he just heard that 3 warriors would be selected by the Goblet of Fire, he felt something was wrong.
Let alone such a broken cup, how to judge a little wizard's magic power, spellcasting level, combat power, and other abilities just by the name written on a piece of parchment.
(At least Bell can't imagine how it would be done.)
Just say that this simple, even sloppy selection method is too boring!
You know, this Triwizard Tournament, which was held again after hundreds of years, has attracted the attention of the entire European magic community.
As a result, in the selection of important warriors, without looking at the results, and without a duel, it only takes one day to make such a playful decision?
Is there any difference between this and the World Cup qualifying teams relying on guessing games?
Luck is also a part of strength, and it is a very important part, okay?
And if it is said that the selection method of the Triwizard Tournament warriors is determined by the Ministry of Magic and has nothing to do with Dumbledore, then the final age line is completely ridiculous.
Indeed, Bell believed that with the level of little wizards, it was impossible for anyone to break the magic cast by Dumbledore.
But the question is, who said you can't throw parchment into the Goblet of Fire if you don't know the age line?
You can also cast it from a distance!You can also ask senior seniors to help you invest in it!Well enough……
In short, as long as the thinking is not slippery, there are always more ways than difficulties!
From Bell's point of view, Dumbledore's actions seemed to be blatantly saying: 'Come and cheat! '.
Otherwise, there are many more simple and effective screening methods than this.For example, let the little wizard who wants to sign up give the parchment to the professor, and then the professor will throw it into the Goblet of Fire.
It's impossible for the professors to get the little wizard's age wrong, right?
The school has detailed records of each student's date of birth.
(End of this chapter)
"By the way, what are you doing with a basin? Washing your face?"
Just when Fu Rong was about to take her seat, Bell suddenly asked.
Seeing the big basin that Fu Rong held in both hands, Bell was very puzzled.By the way, why does this pot look so familiar?
"...This is French bouillabaisse! How on earth do your eyeballs look like they are used to wash your face!"
Fu Rong said frantically.
She almost stumbled and fell to the ground just now.
"Fish soup?"
Bell stretched his neck, glanced into the basin, and found that it was indeed a light layer of milky white fish soup, not the water for washing his face as he thought before.
"So, with such a shallow layer of fish soup, can't you get a few small bowls to hold it? As a result, you French insist on getting a washbasin.
The same is true for other dishes, which are obviously just the one in the middle, but they have to be served on a spicy~ big plate.
It's not overpackaged. "
Bell pouted.
These Frenchmen are not real at all.
"You... you... that's better than you Brits who can't cook!"
Furong's chest trembled wildly, she really wanted to put the fish soup basin in her hand on Bell's head.
"Ha ha……"
Bell put a piece of steak in his mouth and chewed it slowly, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Facts speak louder than words, and he doesn't even bother with this ignorant woman.
Seeing Bell's beating, Fu Rong couldn't bear it anymore, and finally decided that she couldn't bear it anymore!
"Go to hell you!"
With a loud roar, Furong picked up the basin in her hand and threw it at Bell's head.
Even if it was said that it was destroying the friendship between the two schools, she would admit it. Anyway, there was no friendship between Beauxbatons and Hogwarts.
In short, she must give a good lesson to Bell, the damn brat, today!
If Professor McGonagall knew what Fu Rong was thinking at this time, the old professor might hold Fu Rong's hands with tears in his eyes and talk with her all night long.
'Snapped! '
Bell snapped his fingers lightly, and then saw the basin in Fu Rong's hand suddenly broke free from her hands and floated into the air.
Controlling the basin to fall on the dining table, Bell looked at Furong jokingly and said:
"It's shameful to waste food, didn't your sister teach you that?"
This is because of the face of little Gabriel, and because the other party is a beautiful girl, otherwise if it is a man who dares to do such an excessive thing to him, Bell would have done the other party long ago.
"My... my... old lady's wand!"
Fu Rong was about to go mad with anger.
The occasion and demeanor were all forgotten by her, she just wanted to kill Bell now, at any cost!
"Ahem! Well...the professors are all watching, hurry up and eat, it's almost time."
Seeing that the other party was so angry that he wanted to take out his wand regardless, Bell hurriedly spoke out to comfort him.
It would be difficult for him to explain to little Gabriel if he hurt Fleur.
Fu Rong looked towards the professor's seat, and found that, including Mrs. Maxim, the professors were all looking at this side curiously.
Taking a deep breath, Fu Rong managed to regain her sanity.
She didn't want to lose her composure in front of Madam Maxim.
Sitting hard on the chair, Fu Rong quickly ate the food in front of her without saying a word.
She swore that she would never say a word to that damn kid next door again in her life!
Shrugging his shoulders, Bell didn't care about Furong's attitude, and started eating madly.
……
The pleasant (?) dinner was over, and after the desserts on the table disappeared, Dumbledore stood up and introduced the two extra people around him who did not know when to the young wizards present.
The two are: Barty Crouch, Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic, and also Percy Weasley's most admired boss; Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, and also A bad gambler.
Then, Dumbledore took another box from Filch.
He opened the box and took out a cup with a blue-white flame burning inside.
According to Dumbledore, that cup is called the Goblet of Fire, and it is also the 'selector' of the warriors participating in this Triwizard Tournament.
Little wizards who want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament need to write their names and school names on a piece of parchment and throw them into the Goblet of Fire.
Then, after the Halloween dinner tomorrow night, the Goblet of Fire will select warriors who belong to the three magic schools, and it will symbolize the official start of the Triwizard Tournament.
"In order to prevent the younger students from being tempted, I will draw an age line around the Goblet of Fire. Anyone under the age of 17 will not be able to cross this line!"
Hearing Dumbledore's announcement of the screening method for wizards under the age of 17, Bell's gaze at the other party became meaningful again.
He was no longer interested in listening to what Dumbledore said afterwards.Because he was thinking now, what the hell is Dumbledore planning to do?
Before today, he didn't know how the Warriors were selected.
When he just heard that 3 warriors would be selected by the Goblet of Fire, he felt something was wrong.
Let alone such a broken cup, how to judge a little wizard's magic power, spellcasting level, combat power, and other abilities just by the name written on a piece of parchment.
(At least Bell can't imagine how it would be done.)
Just say that this simple, even sloppy selection method is too boring!
You know, this Triwizard Tournament, which was held again after hundreds of years, has attracted the attention of the entire European magic community.
As a result, in the selection of important warriors, without looking at the results, and without a duel, it only takes one day to make such a playful decision?
Is there any difference between this and the World Cup qualifying teams relying on guessing games?
Luck is also a part of strength, and it is a very important part, okay?
And if it is said that the selection method of the Triwizard Tournament warriors is determined by the Ministry of Magic and has nothing to do with Dumbledore, then the final age line is completely ridiculous.
Indeed, Bell believed that with the level of little wizards, it was impossible for anyone to break the magic cast by Dumbledore.
But the question is, who said you can't throw parchment into the Goblet of Fire if you don't know the age line?
You can also cast it from a distance!You can also ask senior seniors to help you invest in it!Well enough……
In short, as long as the thinking is not slippery, there are always more ways than difficulties!
From Bell's point of view, Dumbledore's actions seemed to be blatantly saying: 'Come and cheat! '.
Otherwise, there are many more simple and effective screening methods than this.For example, let the little wizard who wants to sign up give the parchment to the professor, and then the professor will throw it into the Goblet of Fire.
It's impossible for the professors to get the little wizard's age wrong, right?
The school has detailed records of each student's date of birth.
(End of this chapter)
