Chapter 379: Warrior (modified, sincerely thank Ksg, Silver League ...

"It's almost there." Michael sat beside Allen, looking nervous than anyone else.

"You cast your name in?" Allen asked in surprise.

"No, but I hope that the Warriors of Hogwarts are you." Michael watched the Goblet intently, clenching his fists in both hands.

"It must be me." Allen's voice was undoubtedly confident.

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and the crackling Mars burst out.

Then, a tongue of fire burst into the air, and a charred parchment flew out of it—all the people in the auditorium held their breath.

Allen clearly heard Michael's breathing sound around him, and couldn't help laughing.

Dumbledore took the parchment and lifted it away. Only then can he see the words above in the light of flames. The flame returned to blue and white again.

"Drmstrong's warrior," he said in a clear and powerful tone, "It's Victor Krum."

Polite applause came from the auditorium.

The result was not surprising. Allen looked at Kakarov, who was slapping his palm vigorously, with a big smile on his face. "Good Victor, I know you!"

Viktor Krum stood up from Slytherin's table and walked towards Dumbledore listlessly.

Under the guidance of a Gryffindor, he turned to the right and walked forward along the staff table, through the door into the next room.

The auditorium quickly returned to quiet, everyone wanted to know who the next warrior would be, and the audience focused on the goblet of fire.

After a few seconds, the flames turned red again. The second piece of parchment was pushed out of the cup by the flame.

"The Warriors of Booth Barton," said Dumbledore, "It's Fleur Delacour!"

Fleur stood up gracefully, flicking her shiny hair, she gave Allen a big hug, and walked lightly between the tables of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

"Maybe her strength is not particularly good." Michael said softly to Allen.

"How do you know?" Allen asked in surprise.

"Look over there, if her strength is really outstanding, the two girls will not be so sad." Michael's chin lifted to the right of the Ravenclaw table.

The word "sad" was used too lightly, and the two unselected girls burst into tears and buried their heads in their arms, crying sadly.

Allen felt that Michael ’s words were not unreasonable, but the girls could not be evaluated in this way, because even if they were convinced of Furong, they might cry.

Moreover, Furong looks so jealous!

When Fleur Delacour also entered the next room, the auditorium was quiet again, and this time there was a strong excitement that could be tasted. The Warriors of Hogwarts are next ...

Although everyone knows that Allen is super powerful, but everyone hopes that the Warriors can come from their own college.

With a gentle smile on Cedric Diggory's face, this upright and juvenile boy looks extremely calm, but the premise is that you should ignore his gripped hands with a knife and fork.

Gryffindor's Angelina leaned her hands on the long table, her eyes fixed on the goblet of fire, her mouth mumbled not knowing what she was saying.

Malfoy on Slytherin's long table raised his chin high, his eyes focused on the Goblet of Fire.

"The Warriors of Hogwarts," he said aloud, "It's Alan Harris!"

"Oops!" Ron said loudly, but no one but Harry heard it. The cheers on the table next to them were deafening.

Every Ravenclaw classmate was jumping up and down, screaming and stomping.

Hermione stood up excitedly with a bright smile on her face, clapping desperately.

The Slytherins and the students in the training class stood up like a wave, and the students in the entire auditorium stood up, applause and cheers rang through the auditorium.

At this time Allen walked past them, with a bright smile on his face, and walked towards the room behind the staff table.

Indeed, the applause for Allen lasted a long time, and after a long time, Dumbledore calmed everyone down and listened to him.

"Great!" When the noise finally subsided, Dumbledore exclaimed happily, "Okay, now our three warriors have been selected. I know I can trust you all, including Booth Button and The other students of Destrom, you will definitely support your warriors with all your strength. By cheering for the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event— "

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and everyone saw what attracted his attention.

The flame in the goblet turned red again. Mars splashed out cracklingly. A long tongue of fire suddenly jumped into the air, and he held out a piece of parchment.

Dumbledore seemed to subconsciously stretch out a slender hand and grabbed the parchment. He lifted it far, staring at the name written on it. After a long silence, Dumbledore stared at the note in his hand, and everyone in the auditorium stared at Dumbledore. Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud—

"Harry Potter."

"Why is there a fourth name? Isn't there only three schools?" Michael scratched his head, his expression looked very confused. But Allen was not around, and naturally no one had puzzled him.

It was not just him who was puzzled. There was no applause in the auditorium. A buzz began to diffuse in the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were crying.

Harry walked stiffly into the room and read the book. uukanshu.com When he entered, all the faces in the portrait turned to look at him. He saw a crumpled witch whizzing out of his picture frame and got into the picture frame next to it, on which was a wizard with a walrus beard. The crumpled witch began to bite his ear quietly.

Alan Harris, Victor Krum and Furong Drakul were all around the fire. Against the background of the flames, the three figures gave a particularly strong impression.

Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bowed his waist and meditated on something there, and pulled away slightly from the other two. Allen stood there with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the fire. When Harry walked in, Fleur Delacour turned his head and shook his long silver hair like a waterfall.

"What's the matter?" She Hibiscus, "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

Fleur thought Harry had come in to spread the word.

Allen turned his head and saw Harry, with a gentle smile.

Seeing this familiar smile, Harry seemed to fall from the air to the ground all at once, Harry stepped on his feet, and the corner of his mouth slightly ripped open.

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