Chapter 357 An unexpected contestant, something happened on the eve of Halloween
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Jing Shen Tian Si
Halloween Eve.
After the feast began, the Goblet of Fire was moved to the Great Hall.
Faced with a banquet that was even richer than yesterday, most people seemed absent-minded, and kept looking at the goblet burning with blue and white flames at the front of the auditorium.
The 24-hour registration time is coming to an end, and everyone is anxiously waiting to know who will be selected as the warrior of the Triwizard Tournament.
Finally, when everyone was full of food and drink, Dumbledore stood up, "Now is the long-awaited selection of warriors, and the Goblet of Fire will make a decision."
He drew out his wand and waved it around the pumpkin lanterns and burning torches in the auditorium. All the flames were extinguished, only the Goblet of Fire released blue-white flames.
The next moment, the flames suddenly turned red, and fiery air waves gushed upwards.
A piece of charred parchment flew out of the flames and landed in Dumbledore's hands.
Everyone held their breath, staring at the parchment, expecting Dumbledore to pronounce the name of the first warrior.
"Durmstrang's Champion, Viktor Krum."
Applause and cheers immediately resounded throughout the auditorium. Everyone took it for granted that Klum was selected. All the students in Durmstrang were very excited, and the principal Karkaroff almost lost his hand. It was scrapped.
Krum stood up from his seat at the Slytherin table, shook hands with Dumbledore, and walked towards the door behind the staff desk.
Seconds later, the flames turned red again, and Dumbledore clutched a second charred parchment.
"The champion of Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour."
Beauxbaton's students applauded and cheered. The silver-haired girl stood up gracefully, walked up to Dumbledore, nodded and entered the next room.
At this time, the third parchment was sprayed with red flames, and Dumbledore read aloud: "Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts warrior."
The Hufflepuff table let out deafening cheers, Cedric smiled shyly, and walked into the next room amidst the applause of all the Hufflepuffs and most of the Hogwarts students.
"How could it be Hufflepuff?" Draco looked unhappy, "Only Slytherin can represent Hogwarts."
As soon as the words fell, the Goblet of Fire burned with red flames again, and the name of the fourth warrior was about to appear.
Everyone focused on the falling piece of paper, even the two principals, Maxim and Karkaroff.
Although the Triwizard Tournament is no longer limited to three students participating, everyone knows that the warriors selected by the Goblet of Fire are all geniuses of the same level.
The fourth warrior probably won't be worse than the top three. If it's someone from their school, they will be able to increase their chances of winning the championship by one point.
Dumbledore held the piece of paper in his hand, glanced at the name on it by the firelight, and couldn't help showing a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Hero of Hogwarts, Aaron Gaius."
Aaron sighed slightly, and asked Draco to take Abe back to the common room, and then walked up to Dumbledore under hundreds of pairs of envious and jealous eyes.
"I knew it would be you, Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore patted Aaron on the shoulder, "Looking forward to your performance."
Aaron smiled far-fetchedly, and turned his attention to Adrian who was on the teacher's long table. Seeing her smiling, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood in his heart.
As expected of my elder sister, I can feel at ease even if I plan on my younger brother, without any guilt at all.
"Mr. Gaius, the other three warriors are waiting for you in that room!" Dumbledore reminded.
Aaron nodded slightly, and as soon as he took a step, red flames gushed out from the Goblet of Fire.
A scorched piece of paper was subconsciously grabbed by Dumbledore. Aaron leaned over and glanced at it, feeling inexplicably relieved.
Sure enough, it's a little unaccustomed not to have anything to do on Halloween.
"Fifth Warrior."
"I don't know who it is."
"Is there a sixth place?"
......
There were whispers in the auditorium, and many people tiptoed to look at Dumbledore. Maxim and Karkaroff looked at each other, and they couldn't hold back their curiosity.
Hogwarts is already two people participating, if this No.5 is not a student of their school, it will be somewhat disadvantageous to them.
"Harry Potter," Dumbledore said.
Harry sat on the seat of the Gryffindor long table, his face was stunned when he heard his name, and his brain was buzzing.
He didn't know why he heard his name, he didn't throw his name into the Goblet of Fire.
Although he also fantasized that he could successfully sign up and obtain eternal glory, but at this moment, he was mostly afraid. After all, he still had a fairly clear understanding of his own level, which was incomparable with those warriors.
The Gryffindor students couldn't help cheering, and Hermione and Ron couldn't believe it. They didn't expect Harry to sign up without telling them.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Draco shook his head in disbelief. He never thought that Harry Potter would have the courage to sign up, let alone that he was actually selected as a warrior.
"Harry Potter," Dumbledore called again, "Harry, please come up here."
Harry was still dazed until Hermione, who was next to him, gave him a nudge to bring him back to his senses.
He stood up from his seat, and walked to Dumbledore in a daze under everyone's gaze.
"Professor, you, you may not believe it, but I really didn't put my name in."
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously clenched the piece of paper in his hand. He wanted to ask more questions, but it was not appropriate in the public.
"I trust you, but...
You go to the next door with Aaron first, and talk about things later. "
Aaron shrugged with a smile. Originally, he was still in a depressed mood, but compared with Harry, he felt that he was not particularly sad.
At most, he was driven to the shelves, and he knew the basics, but Harry was obviously designed by someone, and what's even more sad is that he didn't even know who the person who designed him was.
The two walked along the faculty table into the next room. Except for Adrian who waved at Aaron, everyone else looked at Harry Potter in disbelief.
After passing through several gates, the two came to a small room.
The walls on both sides are covered with portraits of wizards, sets of trophies and gold and silver utensils are neatly placed here, a raging flame is burning in a fireplace, Viktor Krum, Fleur Curadel, Seymour The three of them, Derek Diggory, were sitting together around the fire, keeping a stranger's distance.
"Good evening, everyone." Aaron waved his hands very familiarly, and then sat down by the fire, "Let me introduce myself, Aaron Gaius, a fourth-year student at Hogwarts Slytherin College, He is also the fourth warrior of the Triwizard Tournament."
"I expected it." Furong snorted softly.
Aaron didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing Furong's attitude, he knew that the relationship hat on his head would not be able to be removed for a while.
"Hello." Viktor nodded expressionlessly.
Cedric showed a bright smile, "Welcome, but I really didn't expect it to be you."
"Actually, I understand very well. In the eyes of many people, I am just an excellent fourth-year wizard." Aaron laughed at himself, and then changed the topic: "But after participating in this competition, I am afraid that many people will have an impression of me. Everything will change!"
"Who is this?" Fleur looked at Harry who was standing aside awkwardly, with a flash of disdain in her eyes.
"Harry?" Cedric said in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Aaron pulled Harry to the front of the three of them, "I solemnly introduce to you, this is Harry Potter, a fourth-year wizard of Hogwarts Gryffindor College, and the fifth warrior of the Tournament. "
Fleur and Krum glanced at the scar on Harry's forehead at the same time, and their eyes were a little more serious.
To be honest, they don't care about Harry Potter's name, and 14-year-old wizards are not very threatening to them, but Hogwarts has three warriors, which makes them look alone.
Harry stood there awkwardly, hesitant to speak, not knowing how to explain.
After about 10 minutes, there was a burst of hurried footsteps.
Six referees headed by Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody, and Professor Snape all walked in.
"Ms. Maxim." Fleur frowned slightly, "Aren't there any other warriors?"
Maxim knew that Fleur was asking her if there was anyone else in Beauxbatons, but she could only shake her head regretfully. After Harry Potter's name came out, the Goblet of Fire didn't move at all.
"It's somewhat unfair to us." Karkaroff said coldly, "Even if Hogwarts is the organizer, aren't three warriors too many?
Professor Dumbledore, if you can, I would like you to give us an explanation. I think the other three referees will also find it inappropriate. "
"Ah..." Barty Crouch said after hesitating for a while, "Anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Tournament."
"No, no, no, you misunderstood Mr. Crouch." Karkaroff showed two rows of yellow teeth, "What I mean is that our two schools should invite more students to sign up until the number of students is equal. , that's fair."
"But the Goblet of Fire has been extinguished." Bagman said in embarrassment, "It won't be rekindled until the next Triwizard Tournament."
"There is no need for that at all, Professor Karkaroff." Adrian said with a light smile, "If you know the competition items, you will know that the Triwizard Tournament is not based on the number of people, but on individual ability.
In this kind of competition, there is no possibility of huddling together to keep warm. If the contestants are not capable enough, they will only become a foil for other warriors. "
"Hmph! It's easy to say, Miss Klein.
Your brother is one of the five warriors, who knows if you will help him secretly. "
"If you can quit, that's really wishful!" Aaron whispered.
"Unfortunately, you have no chance to quit." Adrian played with taste, and then looked at Karkaroff, "I can guarantee that I will not provide any help to the contestants in any way. If you don't believe it, we can make a contract. How about the Fidelity Curse?
The Unbreakable Vow is okay if it doesn't feel like enough. "
"Hehe! You are really my own sister."
"Cousin." Adrian emphasized, "Then what kind of contract does Mr. Karkaroff want to make?"
"Pretend I didn't say what you said just now." Karkaroff said with a blushing face, pulling out the unbreakable oath, and he had to believe that Adrian would not be selfish.
But Adrian will not help the contestants as a referee, which does not mean that he will give up. If he can, he will definitely help Krum.
It's not just Karkaroff who thinks this way, Maxim also thinks the same way. After all, it's about the honor of the school. It's only natural for the two principals to help their contestants as far as conditions permit.
After the feast began, the Goblet of Fire was moved to the Great Hall.
Faced with a banquet that was even richer than yesterday, most people seemed absent-minded, and kept looking at the goblet burning with blue and white flames at the front of the auditorium.
The 24-hour registration time is coming to an end, and everyone is anxiously waiting to know who will be selected as the warrior of the Triwizard Tournament.
Finally, when everyone was full of food and drink, Dumbledore stood up, "Now is the long-awaited selection of warriors, and the Goblet of Fire will make a decision."
He drew out his wand and waved it around the pumpkin lanterns and burning torches in the auditorium. All the flames were extinguished, only the Goblet of Fire released blue-white flames.
The next moment, the flames suddenly turned red, and fiery air waves gushed upwards.
A piece of charred parchment flew out of the flames and landed in Dumbledore's hands.
Everyone held their breath, staring at the parchment, expecting Dumbledore to pronounce the name of the first warrior.
"Durmstrang's Champion, Viktor Krum."
Applause and cheers immediately resounded throughout the auditorium. Everyone took it for granted that Klum was selected. All the students in Durmstrang were very excited, and the principal Karkaroff almost lost his hand. It was scrapped.
Krum stood up from his seat at the Slytherin table, shook hands with Dumbledore, and walked towards the door behind the staff desk.
Seconds later, the flames turned red again, and Dumbledore clutched a second charred parchment.
"The champion of Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour."
Beauxbaton's students applauded and cheered. The silver-haired girl stood up gracefully, walked up to Dumbledore, nodded and entered the next room.
At this time, the third parchment was sprayed with red flames, and Dumbledore read aloud: "Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts warrior."
The Hufflepuff table let out deafening cheers, Cedric smiled shyly, and walked into the next room amidst the applause of all the Hufflepuffs and most of the Hogwarts students.
"How could it be Hufflepuff?" Draco looked unhappy, "Only Slytherin can represent Hogwarts."
As soon as the words fell, the Goblet of Fire burned with red flames again, and the name of the fourth warrior was about to appear.
Everyone focused on the falling piece of paper, even the two principals, Maxim and Karkaroff.
Although the Triwizard Tournament is no longer limited to three students participating, everyone knows that the warriors selected by the Goblet of Fire are all geniuses of the same level.
The fourth warrior probably won't be worse than the top three. If it's someone from their school, they will be able to increase their chances of winning the championship by one point.
Dumbledore held the piece of paper in his hand, glanced at the name on it by the firelight, and couldn't help showing a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Hero of Hogwarts, Aaron Gaius."
Aaron sighed slightly, and asked Draco to take Abe back to the common room, and then walked up to Dumbledore under hundreds of pairs of envious and jealous eyes.
"I knew it would be you, Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore patted Aaron on the shoulder, "Looking forward to your performance."
Aaron smiled far-fetchedly, and turned his attention to Adrian who was on the teacher's long table. Seeing her smiling, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood in his heart.
As expected of my elder sister, I can feel at ease even if I plan on my younger brother, without any guilt at all.
"Mr. Gaius, the other three warriors are waiting for you in that room!" Dumbledore reminded.
Aaron nodded slightly, and as soon as he took a step, red flames gushed out from the Goblet of Fire.
A scorched piece of paper was subconsciously grabbed by Dumbledore. Aaron leaned over and glanced at it, feeling inexplicably relieved.
Sure enough, it's a little unaccustomed not to have anything to do on Halloween.
"Fifth Warrior."
"I don't know who it is."
"Is there a sixth place?"
......
There were whispers in the auditorium, and many people tiptoed to look at Dumbledore. Maxim and Karkaroff looked at each other, and they couldn't hold back their curiosity.
Hogwarts is already two people participating, if this No.5 is not a student of their school, it will be somewhat disadvantageous to them.
"Harry Potter," Dumbledore said.
Harry sat on the seat of the Gryffindor long table, his face was stunned when he heard his name, and his brain was buzzing.
He didn't know why he heard his name, he didn't throw his name into the Goblet of Fire.
Although he also fantasized that he could successfully sign up and obtain eternal glory, but at this moment, he was mostly afraid. After all, he still had a fairly clear understanding of his own level, which was incomparable with those warriors.
The Gryffindor students couldn't help cheering, and Hermione and Ron couldn't believe it. They didn't expect Harry to sign up without telling them.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Draco shook his head in disbelief. He never thought that Harry Potter would have the courage to sign up, let alone that he was actually selected as a warrior.
"Harry Potter," Dumbledore called again, "Harry, please come up here."
Harry was still dazed until Hermione, who was next to him, gave him a nudge to bring him back to his senses.
He stood up from his seat, and walked to Dumbledore in a daze under everyone's gaze.
"Professor, you, you may not believe it, but I really didn't put my name in."
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously clenched the piece of paper in his hand. He wanted to ask more questions, but it was not appropriate in the public.
"I trust you, but...
You go to the next door with Aaron first, and talk about things later. "
Aaron shrugged with a smile. Originally, he was still in a depressed mood, but compared with Harry, he felt that he was not particularly sad.
At most, he was driven to the shelves, and he knew the basics, but Harry was obviously designed by someone, and what's even more sad is that he didn't even know who the person who designed him was.
The two walked along the faculty table into the next room. Except for Adrian who waved at Aaron, everyone else looked at Harry Potter in disbelief.
After passing through several gates, the two came to a small room.
The walls on both sides are covered with portraits of wizards, sets of trophies and gold and silver utensils are neatly placed here, a raging flame is burning in a fireplace, Viktor Krum, Fleur Curadel, Seymour The three of them, Derek Diggory, were sitting together around the fire, keeping a stranger's distance.
"Good evening, everyone." Aaron waved his hands very familiarly, and then sat down by the fire, "Let me introduce myself, Aaron Gaius, a fourth-year student at Hogwarts Slytherin College, He is also the fourth warrior of the Triwizard Tournament."
"I expected it." Furong snorted softly.
Aaron didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing Furong's attitude, he knew that the relationship hat on his head would not be able to be removed for a while.
"Hello." Viktor nodded expressionlessly.
Cedric showed a bright smile, "Welcome, but I really didn't expect it to be you."
"Actually, I understand very well. In the eyes of many people, I am just an excellent fourth-year wizard." Aaron laughed at himself, and then changed the topic: "But after participating in this competition, I am afraid that many people will have an impression of me. Everything will change!"
"Who is this?" Fleur looked at Harry who was standing aside awkwardly, with a flash of disdain in her eyes.
"Harry?" Cedric said in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Aaron pulled Harry to the front of the three of them, "I solemnly introduce to you, this is Harry Potter, a fourth-year wizard of Hogwarts Gryffindor College, and the fifth warrior of the Tournament. "
Fleur and Krum glanced at the scar on Harry's forehead at the same time, and their eyes were a little more serious.
To be honest, they don't care about Harry Potter's name, and 14-year-old wizards are not very threatening to them, but Hogwarts has three warriors, which makes them look alone.
Harry stood there awkwardly, hesitant to speak, not knowing how to explain.
After about 10 minutes, there was a burst of hurried footsteps.
Six referees headed by Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody, and Professor Snape all walked in.
"Ms. Maxim." Fleur frowned slightly, "Aren't there any other warriors?"
Maxim knew that Fleur was asking her if there was anyone else in Beauxbatons, but she could only shake her head regretfully. After Harry Potter's name came out, the Goblet of Fire didn't move at all.
"It's somewhat unfair to us." Karkaroff said coldly, "Even if Hogwarts is the organizer, aren't three warriors too many?
Professor Dumbledore, if you can, I would like you to give us an explanation. I think the other three referees will also find it inappropriate. "
"Ah..." Barty Crouch said after hesitating for a while, "Anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Tournament."
"No, no, no, you misunderstood Mr. Crouch." Karkaroff showed two rows of yellow teeth, "What I mean is that our two schools should invite more students to sign up until the number of students is equal. , that's fair."
"But the Goblet of Fire has been extinguished." Bagman said in embarrassment, "It won't be rekindled until the next Triwizard Tournament."
"There is no need for that at all, Professor Karkaroff." Adrian said with a light smile, "If you know the competition items, you will know that the Triwizard Tournament is not based on the number of people, but on individual ability.
In this kind of competition, there is no possibility of huddling together to keep warm. If the contestants are not capable enough, they will only become a foil for other warriors. "
"Hmph! It's easy to say, Miss Klein.
Your brother is one of the five warriors, who knows if you will help him secretly. "
"If you can quit, that's really wishful!" Aaron whispered.
"Unfortunately, you have no chance to quit." Adrian played with taste, and then looked at Karkaroff, "I can guarantee that I will not provide any help to the contestants in any way. If you don't believe it, we can make a contract. How about the Fidelity Curse?
The Unbreakable Vow is okay if it doesn't feel like enough. "
"Hehe! You are really my own sister."
"Cousin." Adrian emphasized, "Then what kind of contract does Mr. Karkaroff want to make?"
"Pretend I didn't say what you said just now." Karkaroff said with a blushing face, pulling out the unbreakable oath, and he had to believe that Adrian would not be selfish.
But Adrian will not help the contestants as a referee, which does not mean that he will give up. If he can, he will definitely help Krum.
It's not just Karkaroff who thinks this way, Maxim also thinks the same way. After all, it's about the honor of the school. It's only natural for the two principals to help their contestants as far as conditions permit.
