Chapter 401 Goblet of Fire
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
After the main course, it’s dessert time.
There were many snacks that I had never seen before on the table. There was a weird, white blancmange that tasted very good.
Just as Soul put the last mouthful of blancmange into his mouth, the golden plates were being cleaned. Principal Dumbledore, who was chatting with the people around him, wiped the corners of his mouth with a square handkerchief and stood up with a smile. Get out of body.
The moment Dumbledore stood up, everyone automatically stopped communicating, and a mixture of excitement and nervousness filled the auditorium.
"This moment is finally coming." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I believe everyone is looking forward to this highly anticipated competition after so many years."
"Before I officially announce the rules, I want to give you a few words."
"First of all, I would like to introduce two guests. Some of you may not know them yet," Dumbledore said. "This is Ms. Dolores Umbridge, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic."
Dolores Umbridge, who was wearing an exaggerated pink wizard hat, had a smile under her drooping cheeks. She straightened the pink ribbon on her chest and stood up.
Sur could see at a glance that a look of astonishment clearly flashed across Dumbledore's face when she stood up. He had to swallow back the second sentence he originally had in his mouth, and the smile at the corner of his mouth stiffened slightly.
Obviously, this woman's speech was not part of the planning process, but Umbridge didn't care at all that she had ruined the process. Instead, she coughed lightly, glanced at the faces of all the little wizards in the auditorium, and waved. Enough majesty.
"Hello everyone." Her voice was high and sharp, and breathy. Many people couldn't help but rub their arms. "I'm very happy that after so many years, I can stand here again as a senior official of the Ministry of Magic. Identity, standing on this land that has thousands of years of history and is full of vitality.”
"A traditional event is about to start on this land... On behalf of the Minister of Magic, Minister Cornelius Fudge, I would like to extend my heartfelt welcome to all the distinguished guests who have come from afar, and welcome you to Hogwarts. .”
"...We will effectively and effectively protect the safety of participating students..."
"...we will..."
"...we must..."
"Finally, I wish everyone present can happily enjoy this grand event, which will surely be recorded in the history of magic, and strive for glory for the school to which they belong!"
Umbridge's speech lasted for 15 minutes, and she finally sat back down with satisfaction, a fake smile on her face.
Dumbledore still had a smile on his face. He stood stiffly for a full 15 minutes and didn't react when Umbridge sat down. He spoke after a few seconds.
"Haha, Ms. Umbridge's speech was very meaningful."
"The next person I want to introduce is Mr. Ludo Bagman, the Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, sitting on my left."
Ludo Bagman stood up with a smile, waved to the little wizards and sat down without making a speech, which earned him applause from the little wizards.
Dumbledore waited for a while, and then continued when the applause died down,
"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and the Department of International Magical Cooperation have done a lot of work to arrange the Triwizard Tournament."
"They will join me, Professor Karkaroff, and Ms. Maxim to form a judging panel to judge the warriors' achievements."
As soon as the word 'warrior' came out, the little wizards held their breath and looked at Dumbledore intently.
Fortunately, Dumbledore was not in the habit of whetting his appetite, and he quickly asked Filch to walk from the corner of the auditorium to the podium with a large, old wooden box inlaid with jewels.
"There are three events in this year's competition." Dumbledore took the box and gently placed it on the table in front of him. "The events for this year's warrior competition will be held at different times during this school year. They will be held from many aspects. Test the warriors’ magical talents and courage, as well as their reasoning abilities.”
"As I said before." Dumbledore pulled out his wand, "Three warriors from different schools will be selected. The judging panel will score the warriors at each stage. The student with the highest score will be selected based on the three events. Will get the Triwizard Cup.”
Dumbledore said, tapping the box with his wand, and the lid creaked open.Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet.
The cup is not eye-catching at all, but if you add the blue-white flame dancing in the cup, it looks very magical, because no one saw Dumbledore lighting the fire with the wand. This fairy-like flame seemed to have been there a long time ago. It was burning inside and had not been extinguished in all these years.
Dumbledore closed the box and placed the wooden cup on the lid.
"Then, what you are most concerned about next is the method of selecting warriors."
"It's very simple. You just need to write your name and school on a piece of parchment within the next 24 hours and throw it into this goblet."
"Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the Goblet will select the names of three classmates it believes best represent the three schools."
"Please remember that according to the rules we have established, only students in third grade and above can participate in the selection, in order to prevent students who are not old enough from being unable to withstand the temptation."
Dumbledore raised his wand and flicked it, and the invisible magic disappeared in a flash.
"I have set up a year line, just around the goblet. No one under the age of 13 can pass this line. Please continue. It is useless in any way, including ageing agents, or any magical meaning. No magic that can increase your age can pass this line."
"Finally, I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the election that this competition is not a child's play. Please give full consideration and do not participate rashly."
"Once a warrior is chosen by the Goblet of Fire, they must see the game through to the end."
"Whoever puts his name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be observed. No one can bear the consequences of violating the contract."
“So please think twice before you put your name in the cup and make sure you are truly committed to competing.”
As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, there was a buzz of discussion in the auditorium.
Everyone was talking about trying their luck and throwing their names into the cup. Sule even heard some second-year students trying to make a move. They were discussing how they could hide it from the senior leaders, completely ignoring Dumbledore's information. Take the warning to heart.
Dumbledore waited for a while, his gentle eyes scanning the whole place, and Soul clearly felt that he paused slightly at Hufflepuff.
"Okay, I think you should go to bed in the dormitory now. Good night to everyone."
There were many snacks that I had never seen before on the table. There was a weird, white blancmange that tasted very good.
Just as Soul put the last mouthful of blancmange into his mouth, the golden plates were being cleaned. Principal Dumbledore, who was chatting with the people around him, wiped the corners of his mouth with a square handkerchief and stood up with a smile. Get out of body.
The moment Dumbledore stood up, everyone automatically stopped communicating, and a mixture of excitement and nervousness filled the auditorium.
"This moment is finally coming." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I believe everyone is looking forward to this highly anticipated competition after so many years."
"Before I officially announce the rules, I want to give you a few words."
"First of all, I would like to introduce two guests. Some of you may not know them yet," Dumbledore said. "This is Ms. Dolores Umbridge, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic."
Dolores Umbridge, who was wearing an exaggerated pink wizard hat, had a smile under her drooping cheeks. She straightened the pink ribbon on her chest and stood up.
Sur could see at a glance that a look of astonishment clearly flashed across Dumbledore's face when she stood up. He had to swallow back the second sentence he originally had in his mouth, and the smile at the corner of his mouth stiffened slightly.
Obviously, this woman's speech was not part of the planning process, but Umbridge didn't care at all that she had ruined the process. Instead, she coughed lightly, glanced at the faces of all the little wizards in the auditorium, and waved. Enough majesty.
"Hello everyone." Her voice was high and sharp, and breathy. Many people couldn't help but rub their arms. "I'm very happy that after so many years, I can stand here again as a senior official of the Ministry of Magic. Identity, standing on this land that has thousands of years of history and is full of vitality.”
"A traditional event is about to start on this land... On behalf of the Minister of Magic, Minister Cornelius Fudge, I would like to extend my heartfelt welcome to all the distinguished guests who have come from afar, and welcome you to Hogwarts. .”
"...We will effectively and effectively protect the safety of participating students..."
"...we will..."
"...we must..."
"Finally, I wish everyone present can happily enjoy this grand event, which will surely be recorded in the history of magic, and strive for glory for the school to which they belong!"
Umbridge's speech lasted for 15 minutes, and she finally sat back down with satisfaction, a fake smile on her face.
Dumbledore still had a smile on his face. He stood stiffly for a full 15 minutes and didn't react when Umbridge sat down. He spoke after a few seconds.
"Haha, Ms. Umbridge's speech was very meaningful."
"The next person I want to introduce is Mr. Ludo Bagman, the Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, sitting on my left."
Ludo Bagman stood up with a smile, waved to the little wizards and sat down without making a speech, which earned him applause from the little wizards.
Dumbledore waited for a while, and then continued when the applause died down,
"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and the Department of International Magical Cooperation have done a lot of work to arrange the Triwizard Tournament."
"They will join me, Professor Karkaroff, and Ms. Maxim to form a judging panel to judge the warriors' achievements."
As soon as the word 'warrior' came out, the little wizards held their breath and looked at Dumbledore intently.
Fortunately, Dumbledore was not in the habit of whetting his appetite, and he quickly asked Filch to walk from the corner of the auditorium to the podium with a large, old wooden box inlaid with jewels.
"There are three events in this year's competition." Dumbledore took the box and gently placed it on the table in front of him. "The events for this year's warrior competition will be held at different times during this school year. They will be held from many aspects. Test the warriors’ magical talents and courage, as well as their reasoning abilities.”
"As I said before." Dumbledore pulled out his wand, "Three warriors from different schools will be selected. The judging panel will score the warriors at each stage. The student with the highest score will be selected based on the three events. Will get the Triwizard Cup.”
Dumbledore said, tapping the box with his wand, and the lid creaked open.Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet.
The cup is not eye-catching at all, but if you add the blue-white flame dancing in the cup, it looks very magical, because no one saw Dumbledore lighting the fire with the wand. This fairy-like flame seemed to have been there a long time ago. It was burning inside and had not been extinguished in all these years.
Dumbledore closed the box and placed the wooden cup on the lid.
"Then, what you are most concerned about next is the method of selecting warriors."
"It's very simple. You just need to write your name and school on a piece of parchment within the next 24 hours and throw it into this goblet."
"Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the Goblet will select the names of three classmates it believes best represent the three schools."
"Please remember that according to the rules we have established, only students in third grade and above can participate in the selection, in order to prevent students who are not old enough from being unable to withstand the temptation."
Dumbledore raised his wand and flicked it, and the invisible magic disappeared in a flash.
"I have set up a year line, just around the goblet. No one under the age of 13 can pass this line. Please continue. It is useless in any way, including ageing agents, or any magical meaning. No magic that can increase your age can pass this line."
"Finally, I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the election that this competition is not a child's play. Please give full consideration and do not participate rashly."
"Once a warrior is chosen by the Goblet of Fire, they must see the game through to the end."
"Whoever puts his name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be observed. No one can bear the consequences of violating the contract."
“So please think twice before you put your name in the cup and make sure you are truly committed to competing.”
As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, there was a buzz of discussion in the auditorium.
Everyone was talking about trying their luck and throwing their names into the cup. Sule even heard some second-year students trying to make a move. They were discussing how they could hide it from the senior leaders, completely ignoring Dumbledore's information. Take the warning to heart.
Dumbledore waited for a while, his gentle eyes scanning the whole place, and Soul clearly felt that he paused slightly at Hufflepuff.
"Okay, I think you should go to bed in the dormitory now. Good night to everyone."
