Chapter 950 4 Warriors
It was no surprise that Krum was elected Durmstrang's champion, and the applause and cheers for him instantly filled the entire auditorium.
"Brilliant, Viktor!" Karkaroff roared from the staff table.
Even though the applause in the auditorium was loud, everyone could hear his voice, "I know you are destined to be a warrior!"
However, Krum seemed a little listless under all the attention, with no expression of sadness or joy on his face, as if being chosen as a warrior was just an ordinary thing.
He stood up from the Slytherin table and seemed to glance at the Gryffindor table from the corner of his eye.
Then he turned right and walked towards the staff table, opened the door and walked in amid countless applause and cheers.
The hall gradually quieted down, and everyone's attention returned to the Goblet of Fire.
After a few seconds, the blue-white flame turned red again.
The second piece of parchment leaped out of the goblet, propelled by the flames.
Dumbledore took it. "The Champion of Beauxbatons is—"
Madame Maxime looked calm and composed on the surface, but in fact her big hands hidden under the table had already twisted a silk handkerchief into a ball.
"Fleur Delacour!"
Fleur at the Gryffindor table was surprised.
"Congratulations." Hermione beside her hugged her tightly.
Furong, whose face was mostly covered by the scarf, opened her eyes wide, "Did I hear correctly? The warrior of our school... is me?"
Hermione patted her on the back, "You heard me right, it's you."
In the entire hall, apart from Madame Maxime and the students of Beauxbatons, few people knew Fleur.
Everyone was looking around the Gryffindor table, searching for the warrior who seemed to be a girl.
Furong quickly calmed down after a brief shock.
"Thank you." After thanking Hermione, she stood up slowly and calmly.
She gently pulled off the scarf that covered most of her face, revealing her silver, smooth hair and her exquisite and perfect beautiful face.
The conversations in the auditorium suddenly became quieter, and almost all the men were staring at her.
Although mixed-blood Veela do not have the lethality of pure-blooded Veela, they can still have a certain impact on men.
Furong gently shook her silver and smooth hair, smiled and nodded at Vincent who was sitting opposite her.
Then she straightened her chest and walked towards the long staff table with light steps.
"Merlin..." Ron's eyes followed her elegant and calm back the whole time. "She is so beautiful, isn't she, Harry?"
Harry nodded dumbly, "Yeah, no wonder she covered her face."
Not only did they have such a reaction, every long table had similar or even more exaggerated reactions.
Draco from the Slytherin table said yesterday that only ugly people would cover their faces, but today his eyes were almost popping out.
"Draco? Draco?" Pansy shook his shoulders hard.
When the door behind the staff desk was closed by Fleur, Draco looked away with reluctance on his face.
Then he saw Pansy's big poodle face.
It's no exaggeration, he felt sick on the spot.
"Draco?"
"That ugly bastard disgusts me."
Having said that, he quickly turned his gaze to the Goblet of Fire.
What's so great about a half-blooded veela? She's just a little prettier.
The hall returned to silence again. While the Hogwarts students were staring at the Goblet of Fire, they would occasionally glance at the Gryffindor table.
Although the possibility is not high, if Vincent really succeeds in signing up, then he will have to be the last warrior.
Soon the blue-white flames turned red again.
Sparks flew, and tongues of flame shot high into the air. From the tip of the flame Dumbledore drew a third piece of parchment.
He took a closer look, his joy evident in his eyes, "The champion of Hogwarts is——"
Vincent and Hermione at the Gryffindor table stared at each other blankly.
There was no problem with Krum, and Fleur's magical level had been recognized by both of them. Dumbledore's reaction was not unexpected at all.
So, what did the Black Cloak do to the Goblet of Fire last night?
"Vincent--" Dumbledore's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at the parchment in his hand in disbelief.
He quickly took off the half-moon glasses on his crooked nose, rubbed his eyes vigorously with his free hand, and looked down at the parchment again.
The ink on it was actually moving rapidly and re-forming a name that made his eyes go dark.
Dumbledore steadied his shaking hands and glared at Vincent angrily.
This young man had no moral principles and actually attacked an old man who was over a hundred years old!
etc--
The frantic look on Vincent's face puzzled Dumbledore.
Isn't it this young man who did this?
"Dumbledore?" Karkaroff patted his thigh lightly from under the table.
Everyone was waiting for him to announce the final champion, and the ancient covenant of the Goblet of Fire had officially come into effect.
It's too late to regret now. As the host, Hogwarts seems to have no chance of winning the Triwizard Cup.
Dumbledore sighed softly and reluctantly announced the last warrior: "Draco Malfoy."
Silence. The auditorium fell into deathly silence.
Suddenly, the Slytherin table erupted in cheers that threatened to blow the ceiling off.
"Ah——" Pansy screamed and rushed towards Draco, "Warrior, you are elected warrior!"
Draco's mind went blank and he let her hold him tightly.
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He didn't even sign up, so how could he be selected as a warrior in the Goblet of Fire?
Could it be Merlin appearing?
right! definitely is!
Draco took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and pushed Pansy away.
He tilted his head back and slowly closed his eyes, fully absorbing the praise from the Slytherin student.
"Cheating! Malfoy must have cheated!" An extremely discordant voice suddenly sounded.
Draco glanced disdainfully towards the Gryffindor table.
This look, as if looking at an inferior creature, made Ron's face instantly turn redder than his hair.
"Malfoy is not even 17 years old! He is not qualified to be a champion of our school!"
"Huh—" Draco raised his chin high and snorted through his nose.
Does the noble Malfoy family need to explain to the lowly pure-blood traitors?
No, because they don't deserve it.
Draco took a deep look at Harry, whose face was full of surprise, and then stood up calmly and confidently.
He swaggered past the Gryffindor table and stopped in front of the door behind the workplace table.
Before opening the door and going in, he looked back at Vincent, who looked frantic.
Tsk tsk tsk - the Goblet of Fire chose him, the noble Malfoy family, Wayne? Just a Muggle-born upstart.
Walking in and closing the door, Draco could no longer suppress the ecstasy in his heart.
"Wow--" He jumped up on the spot, clenched his fists and punched the air around him.
About half a minute later, he calmed down and carefully straightened his messy collar and hairstyle.
On the other side of the door, a fierce verbal fight broke out between the Slytherin table and the Gryffindor table in the hall.
Seeing that the situation was escalating, Dumbledore at the staff table raised the Elder Wand helplessly.
Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are still here. If we continue like this, we will just make a fool of ourselves in front of them.
But before he cast the spell, the blue-white flame on the Goblet of Fire turned red again.
Sparks crackled and a long tongue of fire suddenly shot up into the air, lifting up a piece of parchment.
Dumbledore instinctively reached out and grabbed it.
The entire auditorium fell silent in an instant, and everyone stared at the parchment in his hand.
The smile on Madame Maxime's face froze, and Karkaroff leaned back, as if trying to see the contents of the paper clearly.
But Dumbledore held the parchment far away, his blue eyes frighteningly serious.
He glanced at the confused Vincent at the Gryffindor table, then stared back at the note in his hand.
Everyone stared at him with wide eyes, but he didn't keep them waiting for long.
After clearing his throat, he read aloud the name on the paper: "Harry Potter."
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