Chapter 536 Warriors (1)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 536 Warriors ([-])
When McGuffin and the others arrived at the auditorium, it was already dark.
The restaurant was lit by candlelight and was almost full of people.
All eyes were on... the Goblet of Fire in the old classroom.
Some principals of the magic school and staff of the Ministry of Magic have already sat on the rostrum, such as Akinbad, Mrs. Maxim, Crouch, Bagman... and others.
MacGuffin even caught sight of a well-known reporter,
This guy Rita Skeeter has really made it big with Fudge, and now she's followed by three photographers, all dressed in jewels that sparkle like a string of colored light bulbs on a Christmas tree.
They came to the auditorium together, and placed a camera stand away from the students.
Rita Skeeter was standing in the back corner of the auditorium, talking to Karkaroff excitedly.
McGuffin looked away.
The students in the auditorium kept looking at the rostrum, they were waiting for the appearance of Dumbledore or Fudge... Every face was extremely anxious.
——Who will be chosen as a warrior?
——After the selection of these seed players, can anyone really participate in the second Warriors election?
Weasley's twins, George, Fred is gearing up and can't wait.
Soon, Dumbledore sat down, and the principals of other schools also sat down one by one, but Fudge did not appear.
(McGuffin recalled the conversation he overheard last night... It seems that the Minister of Magic has really returned to London to deal with the incident there.)
Special delicacies from various countries appeared on the golden plate as usual, but it was obviously not as rich as yesterday's banquet.
When McGuffin was [-]% full, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the restaurant immediately boiled, and everyone's voice rose a lot.
Then Dumbledore stood up, and the Great Hall fell silent again.
"Okay, the time is coming... Students who meet the age, no one really wants to run for the Warrior?" Dumbledore finally asked, "This is the last chance."
No one answered, everyone sat in their seats, looking at the old classroom...on the stone platform...the wooden cup with blue and white flames dancing.
After repeating the question, Dumbledore said, "Then after the selection of this batch of warriors is completed, there is no age limit...even the students who failed in this batch of elections can re-enter the election...as long as you defeat the phantom left by the Big Four and pass our test."
Dumbledore looked at the other magic principals with a smile. Most of the principals nodded in approval. Only Karkaroff and the magic principal named Torres in Castello Busche, Brazil, looked serious... It seemed that he wanted to approve the selection method that everyone had a chance.
Ludo Bagman was also smiling, blinking at the students below,
Barty Crouch looked at Connery Fudge's original empty seat with a dull and impatient expression.
Afterwards, Dumbledore flicked his wand sharply.The candles above the auditorium and other magic lights on the walls were extinguished, and the hall immediately became extremely dark and the light was very dim.
But then, the Flame Gate suddenly began to shine generously, and the flames in the two completely different goblets in the auditorium and the old classroom shone dazzlingly.
One is dark green, the other is blue and white...they spit out flames, connecting to the flame door, shining brightly like the sun.
It was constantly beating and flickering, making it hard for people to keep their eyes open.
Suddenly, the flame in the goblet in the old classroom turned fiery red, sputtering out sparks.
Then a tongue of flame jumped into the air, like a quill, began to dance on the space plane in the Flame Gate... and wrote flame words one after another...
Dumbledore said aloud: "Congratulations, Wilktor Krum! - Champion of Durmour Strong!"
Immediately, applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium.
Krum stood up from Slytherin and his classmates, expressionless, and bowed slightly proudly.
(In the passageway near the wall of the auditorium... Rita Skeeter jumps up and down, directing the cameramen,
The cameras next to him clicked and clicked, and a puff of purple smoke came out... Finally, this guy simply asked one of the photographers to take a camera not far from Krum and take a close-up photo. )
Karkaroff on the rostrum roared, "That's great, Wilcodo, I knew you were destined to be a warrior."
Ron exclaimed, "That's no surprise, I knew it was him!"
The applause lasted for a long time and could not be dispersed for a long time.
Dumbledore had to wave his wand again and let out a huge thunderbolt before he managed to suppress it.
At this time, the dark green flame in the goblet in the auditorium suddenly became translucent, and it spit out a stream of flame like a flamethrower, directly covering all the flame characters in the middle of the flame door, rubbing them one by one like an eraser, eliminating all traces.
Afterwards, the translucent flame was retracted again.
Yanmen is like a blackboard that has been wiped clean.
Then the same thing happened in the old classroom. Tongues of fire came out from the goblet of fire over there, and another warrior's name began to be written in the flame door.
"The Champion of Beauxbatons!" cried Dumbledore. "It's Fleur Delacour!"
"It's her! I knew it was her... Hermione!" Ron shouted with great joy, as if he had been elected a warrior, "So her name is Fleur Dracor! What a beautiful name!"
Ron murmured.
Hermione rolled her eyes angrily, and pointed to the student representative office next to Fu Rong, "Look, not everyone is happy."
Among Beauxbaton's students, except for two male students, all the female students had ugly expressions...or it could be said to be particularly ugly. They glared at Fleur, and two of the witches burst into tears, crying sadly.
And Fleur Delacour stood up like Krum, nodding and greeting everyone gracefully. (The same sound of the camera clicking, but not as loud as before, and more rapid and intensive.)
Madam Maxim also nodded to Fleur with a serious face to express her affirmation.
"Look at Hagrid!" Hermione whispered.
McGuffin and Harry turned their heads to see that this guy was staring at Madam Maxim closely, his little eyes... confused, foggy...
Although this is not a good analogy, for Hagrid, Madam Maxime can now be compared with fire dragons and eight-eyed spiders... Fortunately, everyone is now focusing on the warriors and the Goblet of Fire, otherwise... who knows what rumors will spread among the Hogwarts students.
After Fleur Delacour sat down slowly under the fascinated eyes of many wizards, the auditorium returned to calm.
"Morita Chiko!"
"Magic Shrine!"
Dumbledore continued.
Chiko Morita stood up from the rostrum and bowed slightly.
"Can it still be like this? She is both a referee and a warrior?" Hermione asked in surprise.
McGuffin was equally surprised.
People in the auditorium were also discussing, and everyone obviously had this question.
The principals of other magic schools also exchanged glances, but Morita Chiko actually spoke English at this moment, and seemed to be fluent... After a little discussion with the other principals and Crouch, the representative of the Ministry of Magic.
Judging from the expressions of the principals on the rostrum, they seemed to have solved this problem.
It's just that Akagi Eiichi, who was sitting on the long table not far from Harry and the others, who was wearing a golden robe... the representative of another faction of Japanese wizards obviously didn't look so pretty.
He looked at Chiko Morita above in surprise, his eyes began to become fierce and vicious, and he couldn't even hide it.
Dumbledore then exclaimed: "The champion of Hogwarts is—Cedric Diggory!"
"Ah? How is it possible?" Ron wondered loudly.
But obviously his voice was not as good as Hufflepuff's cheers. The screams of the students over there almost drowned out all the voices. McGuffin saw that Ernie and the others were almost jumping on the dining table, they cheered loudly and stomped their feet.
Fairy, the always honest Hufflepuff student, was almost crazy, and some even secretly waved their wands, spraying streamers on Cedric Diggory's head and making loud noises.
Cedric stood up and smiled at everyone. He stared affectionately at Ravenclaw's side... that is, Cho Zhang's position.
Harry looked a little disappointed when he saw it.
Dumbledore also clapped his hands and congratulated Cedric with a smile.
After a long time, he calmed everyone down and continued the selection of warriors.
"Let us welcome the brave New Zealander - Narnia Makehoo!"
"Sri Lankan Sub-Magical Secret Society!"
As Ron said before, this is a weird witch with piercings all over her body, nose rings, earrings, lip rings... There are even holes in the arms, and some white bone rings pass through them.
Unlike Fleur, Chiko Morita, and those Brazilian witches are full of femininity... This witch is thin and thin, even shorter than Hermione, not only that, but her whole appearance looks like a witch in the third or fourth grade.
It's just slightly different...Narnia Makehu had some strange blue-black magic lines faintly tattooed on her chin and both sides of her cheeks.
And this witch's behavior is very strange, no matter what time she always moves with her eyes closed, even now... this witch of Narnia still keeps her eyes closed.
Her headmaster, Jessica Gray, was waving at her.
(This is a witch with an extremely serious and cold expression, with many bone rings hanging on her body. The black wizard robe she is wearing is very old, like a dementor's cloak... torn into pieces, wrapped tightly around her body.
It looked like the wizard's robes hadn't been mended for hundreds of years... just passed down like that.
There are also some purple-black magic lines on her cheeks, but they are more complex and thicker than Narnia's, making people feel fearful at first glance.
Its magic wand is also very special, as if it was broken directly from a tree, it is crooked, and the handle it holds is actually made of stone, which looks unusually heavy. )
As if he could sense his headmaster's greeting, Narnia suddenly stood up, stood there for a while, closed his eyes and sat down again after saying hello.
For a while, there was silence in the auditorium.
Only the other New Zealanders and the students of Ilvermorny School applauded here and there.
Harry and Hermione were also at a loss, only Ron was still talking, "Look... I'm right, although this guy looks inconspicuous, he is definitely a favorite to win the championship, and he is much more ruthless than Cedric."
Dumbledore obviously got stuck too, and he didn't react until the flame gate suddenly lit up, and he finished writing the name of the next warrior, and shouted: "Camilla Paula!"
"From Castello Busche!"
A loud cheer broke out in the auditorium immediately, suppressing the silence just now.
However, as long as you pay attention, you can know the source of these cheers... Most of them are wizards,
Including McGuffin, Harry, Ron... They all applauded desperately, looking at the feminine Camilla Paula.
This Brazilian witch named Camila Paula has a good figure, dark skin, beautiful and mature appearance, and slightly exaggerated makeup... She is sprayed with very strong perfume, which McGuffin and the others can smell even here.
Moreover, whether it is in terms of figure or personality...Compared with Narnia Makehu, Camilla is simply two sides of the magnetic pole, completely opposite.
Camilla stood up, bent down and cheered loudly. Compared with other warriors, this witch's character was more exposed.
She blows kisses to the wizard fans who applaud her wildly.
With the Brazilian witches on the same table, they shook their bodies and danced, looking very happy.
And the atmosphere among the students of Castrobuscher is much better than other schools.
Those witches expressed their congratulations one after another. They stood up and hugged each other, feasting the eyes of many nearby wizards.
Under the pressure of their magic principal, Auguste Jean Torres, these crazy Brazilian witches were slightly restrained.
August is also a very oppressive wizard,
This wizard has a stocky figure, dark skin, and a weird beard. He is comparable to Hagrid before he is dressed up, and there is a scar like a centipede from his ear to his neck, which adds a bit of viciousness to his face.
No wonder they were able to suppress these extremely extroverted and passionate witch students.
"Muhammad Nasser!"
"Nile Temple!"
Nasser was tall and thin, with a short stubble beard on his chin, wearing some extremely gorgeous gold ornaments, and a pure white wizard robe... He stood up and nodded normally to the wizards around him, and saluted the principals on the rostrum. He looked very shy and shy.
He is a warrior from the Egyptian school of magic.
Next, Dumbledore called out the name of the next warrior:
"The champion of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is..."
"—Donald Eastfork!"
(The camera bursts into a purple fog that almost fills the auditorium over there near the wall.)
(End of this chapter)
When McGuffin and the others arrived at the auditorium, it was already dark.
The restaurant was lit by candlelight and was almost full of people.
All eyes were on... the Goblet of Fire in the old classroom.
Some principals of the magic school and staff of the Ministry of Magic have already sat on the rostrum, such as Akinbad, Mrs. Maxim, Crouch, Bagman... and others.
MacGuffin even caught sight of a well-known reporter,
This guy Rita Skeeter has really made it big with Fudge, and now she's followed by three photographers, all dressed in jewels that sparkle like a string of colored light bulbs on a Christmas tree.
They came to the auditorium together, and placed a camera stand away from the students.
Rita Skeeter was standing in the back corner of the auditorium, talking to Karkaroff excitedly.
McGuffin looked away.
The students in the auditorium kept looking at the rostrum, they were waiting for the appearance of Dumbledore or Fudge... Every face was extremely anxious.
——Who will be chosen as a warrior?
——After the selection of these seed players, can anyone really participate in the second Warriors election?
Weasley's twins, George, Fred is gearing up and can't wait.
Soon, Dumbledore sat down, and the principals of other schools also sat down one by one, but Fudge did not appear.
(McGuffin recalled the conversation he overheard last night... It seems that the Minister of Magic has really returned to London to deal with the incident there.)
Special delicacies from various countries appeared on the golden plate as usual, but it was obviously not as rich as yesterday's banquet.
When McGuffin was [-]% full, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the restaurant immediately boiled, and everyone's voice rose a lot.
Then Dumbledore stood up, and the Great Hall fell silent again.
"Okay, the time is coming... Students who meet the age, no one really wants to run for the Warrior?" Dumbledore finally asked, "This is the last chance."
No one answered, everyone sat in their seats, looking at the old classroom...on the stone platform...the wooden cup with blue and white flames dancing.
After repeating the question, Dumbledore said, "Then after the selection of this batch of warriors is completed, there is no age limit...even the students who failed in this batch of elections can re-enter the election...as long as you defeat the phantom left by the Big Four and pass our test."
Dumbledore looked at the other magic principals with a smile. Most of the principals nodded in approval. Only Karkaroff and the magic principal named Torres in Castello Busche, Brazil, looked serious... It seemed that he wanted to approve the selection method that everyone had a chance.
Ludo Bagman was also smiling, blinking at the students below,
Barty Crouch looked at Connery Fudge's original empty seat with a dull and impatient expression.
Afterwards, Dumbledore flicked his wand sharply.The candles above the auditorium and other magic lights on the walls were extinguished, and the hall immediately became extremely dark and the light was very dim.
But then, the Flame Gate suddenly began to shine generously, and the flames in the two completely different goblets in the auditorium and the old classroom shone dazzlingly.
One is dark green, the other is blue and white...they spit out flames, connecting to the flame door, shining brightly like the sun.
It was constantly beating and flickering, making it hard for people to keep their eyes open.
Suddenly, the flame in the goblet in the old classroom turned fiery red, sputtering out sparks.
Then a tongue of flame jumped into the air, like a quill, began to dance on the space plane in the Flame Gate... and wrote flame words one after another...
Dumbledore said aloud: "Congratulations, Wilktor Krum! - Champion of Durmour Strong!"
Immediately, applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium.
Krum stood up from Slytherin and his classmates, expressionless, and bowed slightly proudly.
(In the passageway near the wall of the auditorium... Rita Skeeter jumps up and down, directing the cameramen,
The cameras next to him clicked and clicked, and a puff of purple smoke came out... Finally, this guy simply asked one of the photographers to take a camera not far from Krum and take a close-up photo. )
Karkaroff on the rostrum roared, "That's great, Wilcodo, I knew you were destined to be a warrior."
Ron exclaimed, "That's no surprise, I knew it was him!"
The applause lasted for a long time and could not be dispersed for a long time.
Dumbledore had to wave his wand again and let out a huge thunderbolt before he managed to suppress it.
At this time, the dark green flame in the goblet in the auditorium suddenly became translucent, and it spit out a stream of flame like a flamethrower, directly covering all the flame characters in the middle of the flame door, rubbing them one by one like an eraser, eliminating all traces.
Afterwards, the translucent flame was retracted again.
Yanmen is like a blackboard that has been wiped clean.
Then the same thing happened in the old classroom. Tongues of fire came out from the goblet of fire over there, and another warrior's name began to be written in the flame door.
"The Champion of Beauxbatons!" cried Dumbledore. "It's Fleur Delacour!"
"It's her! I knew it was her... Hermione!" Ron shouted with great joy, as if he had been elected a warrior, "So her name is Fleur Dracor! What a beautiful name!"
Ron murmured.
Hermione rolled her eyes angrily, and pointed to the student representative office next to Fu Rong, "Look, not everyone is happy."
Among Beauxbaton's students, except for two male students, all the female students had ugly expressions...or it could be said to be particularly ugly. They glared at Fleur, and two of the witches burst into tears, crying sadly.
And Fleur Delacour stood up like Krum, nodding and greeting everyone gracefully. (The same sound of the camera clicking, but not as loud as before, and more rapid and intensive.)
Madam Maxim also nodded to Fleur with a serious face to express her affirmation.
"Look at Hagrid!" Hermione whispered.
McGuffin and Harry turned their heads to see that this guy was staring at Madam Maxim closely, his little eyes... confused, foggy...
Although this is not a good analogy, for Hagrid, Madam Maxime can now be compared with fire dragons and eight-eyed spiders... Fortunately, everyone is now focusing on the warriors and the Goblet of Fire, otherwise... who knows what rumors will spread among the Hogwarts students.
After Fleur Delacour sat down slowly under the fascinated eyes of many wizards, the auditorium returned to calm.
"Morita Chiko!"
"Magic Shrine!"
Dumbledore continued.
Chiko Morita stood up from the rostrum and bowed slightly.
"Can it still be like this? She is both a referee and a warrior?" Hermione asked in surprise.
McGuffin was equally surprised.
People in the auditorium were also discussing, and everyone obviously had this question.
The principals of other magic schools also exchanged glances, but Morita Chiko actually spoke English at this moment, and seemed to be fluent... After a little discussion with the other principals and Crouch, the representative of the Ministry of Magic.
Judging from the expressions of the principals on the rostrum, they seemed to have solved this problem.
It's just that Akagi Eiichi, who was sitting on the long table not far from Harry and the others, who was wearing a golden robe... the representative of another faction of Japanese wizards obviously didn't look so pretty.
He looked at Chiko Morita above in surprise, his eyes began to become fierce and vicious, and he couldn't even hide it.
Dumbledore then exclaimed: "The champion of Hogwarts is—Cedric Diggory!"
"Ah? How is it possible?" Ron wondered loudly.
But obviously his voice was not as good as Hufflepuff's cheers. The screams of the students over there almost drowned out all the voices. McGuffin saw that Ernie and the others were almost jumping on the dining table, they cheered loudly and stomped their feet.
Fairy, the always honest Hufflepuff student, was almost crazy, and some even secretly waved their wands, spraying streamers on Cedric Diggory's head and making loud noises.
Cedric stood up and smiled at everyone. He stared affectionately at Ravenclaw's side... that is, Cho Zhang's position.
Harry looked a little disappointed when he saw it.
Dumbledore also clapped his hands and congratulated Cedric with a smile.
After a long time, he calmed everyone down and continued the selection of warriors.
"Let us welcome the brave New Zealander - Narnia Makehoo!"
"Sri Lankan Sub-Magical Secret Society!"
As Ron said before, this is a weird witch with piercings all over her body, nose rings, earrings, lip rings... There are even holes in the arms, and some white bone rings pass through them.
Unlike Fleur, Chiko Morita, and those Brazilian witches are full of femininity... This witch is thin and thin, even shorter than Hermione, not only that, but her whole appearance looks like a witch in the third or fourth grade.
It's just slightly different...Narnia Makehu had some strange blue-black magic lines faintly tattooed on her chin and both sides of her cheeks.
And this witch's behavior is very strange, no matter what time she always moves with her eyes closed, even now... this witch of Narnia still keeps her eyes closed.
Her headmaster, Jessica Gray, was waving at her.
(This is a witch with an extremely serious and cold expression, with many bone rings hanging on her body. The black wizard robe she is wearing is very old, like a dementor's cloak... torn into pieces, wrapped tightly around her body.
It looked like the wizard's robes hadn't been mended for hundreds of years... just passed down like that.
There are also some purple-black magic lines on her cheeks, but they are more complex and thicker than Narnia's, making people feel fearful at first glance.
Its magic wand is also very special, as if it was broken directly from a tree, it is crooked, and the handle it holds is actually made of stone, which looks unusually heavy. )
As if he could sense his headmaster's greeting, Narnia suddenly stood up, stood there for a while, closed his eyes and sat down again after saying hello.
For a while, there was silence in the auditorium.
Only the other New Zealanders and the students of Ilvermorny School applauded here and there.
Harry and Hermione were also at a loss, only Ron was still talking, "Look... I'm right, although this guy looks inconspicuous, he is definitely a favorite to win the championship, and he is much more ruthless than Cedric."
Dumbledore obviously got stuck too, and he didn't react until the flame gate suddenly lit up, and he finished writing the name of the next warrior, and shouted: "Camilla Paula!"
"From Castello Busche!"
A loud cheer broke out in the auditorium immediately, suppressing the silence just now.
However, as long as you pay attention, you can know the source of these cheers... Most of them are wizards,
Including McGuffin, Harry, Ron... They all applauded desperately, looking at the feminine Camilla Paula.
This Brazilian witch named Camila Paula has a good figure, dark skin, beautiful and mature appearance, and slightly exaggerated makeup... She is sprayed with very strong perfume, which McGuffin and the others can smell even here.
Moreover, whether it is in terms of figure or personality...Compared with Narnia Makehu, Camilla is simply two sides of the magnetic pole, completely opposite.
Camilla stood up, bent down and cheered loudly. Compared with other warriors, this witch's character was more exposed.
She blows kisses to the wizard fans who applaud her wildly.
With the Brazilian witches on the same table, they shook their bodies and danced, looking very happy.
And the atmosphere among the students of Castrobuscher is much better than other schools.
Those witches expressed their congratulations one after another. They stood up and hugged each other, feasting the eyes of many nearby wizards.
Under the pressure of their magic principal, Auguste Jean Torres, these crazy Brazilian witches were slightly restrained.
August is also a very oppressive wizard,
This wizard has a stocky figure, dark skin, and a weird beard. He is comparable to Hagrid before he is dressed up, and there is a scar like a centipede from his ear to his neck, which adds a bit of viciousness to his face.
No wonder they were able to suppress these extremely extroverted and passionate witch students.
"Muhammad Nasser!"
"Nile Temple!"
Nasser was tall and thin, with a short stubble beard on his chin, wearing some extremely gorgeous gold ornaments, and a pure white wizard robe... He stood up and nodded normally to the wizards around him, and saluted the principals on the rostrum. He looked very shy and shy.
He is a warrior from the Egyptian school of magic.
Next, Dumbledore called out the name of the next warrior:
"The champion of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is..."
"—Donald Eastfork!"
(The camera bursts into a purple fog that almost fills the auditorium over there near the wall.)
(End of this chapter)
