Chapter 165: warrior

The sound of the discussion lasted for nearly two minutes, and Dumbledore knocked on the podium, and the clear echo suppressed the sound of the discussion.

When the auditorium was quiet again, Dumbledore continued: "The Triwizard Tournament is a series of magic competitions between three schools. Each school only selects one student to participate in the competition."

Next, Dumbledore spoke roughly about the intensity of the game.

After speaking, Dumbledore raised the volume and announced loudly: "Now, please welcome everyone with me, the lovely ladies from the'Boothbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry', and their principal-Mrs. Maxim!"

When the voice fell, the door of the auditorium suddenly opened.

A group of girls wearing'cyan silk skirts' lined up into the auditorium.

These girls wear lady hats of the same color as the long skirts, their calves under the long skirts are wrapped in black stockings, and the same cyan high heels are worn on their feet. They trample the ground with a neat and crisp sound.

On the way, the girls are all enchanting and charming, just like actors performing on an opera stage, and their movements delicately exuding girly hormones toward both sides of the aisle.

In conjunction with the action, some magic butterflies suddenly flew out of the girls, circling and flashing around the girls, making them appear to be walking out of a call.

This caused the students on both sides of the dining table to subconsciously admire, of course, only male students did this, and the girls seemed to have seen natural enemies, and they all appeared very alert.

Before reaching the ceremony stage, the girls danced to the two sides, and again danced a few movements neatly, and then they exited the hall to salute.

Suddenly, the Hogwarts boys in the auditorium began to applaud and cheer, and occasionally some whistles sounded.

Dumbledore personally stepped forward to greet Principal Maxim, and after a cordial greeting, arranged a seat for him.

Returning to the center of the auditorium again, Dumbledore raised his arms, pressed his right hand down to signal for silence, and pointed his left hand to the hall door, and continued to announce loudly: "Friends from the north, please! Let us welcome from Durmstrang The proud sons of the Magic School, and their principal-Mr. Karkaroff!"

As everyone turned their heads, at the entrance of the auditorium, a group of young people in thick plush overcoats lined up into the auditorium.

The teenagers looked serious, their eyes were slightly arrogant, and the half-length wooden staff in their hands kept beating the ground as they marched, just like the sound of war drums.

When they walked to the stage, they spread out and performed some performances. Unlike the dance steps of the girls before, they performed some fighting actions and some magic with very beautiful visual effects.

Now, the girls at Hogwarts started screaming.

Dumbledore greeted him again, greeted Principal Karkaroff with a hug, and then arranged a seat.

Before long, the students from the other two colleges were all arranged to take their seats.

Next, Dumbledore invited the director of the "International Magic Cooperation Department" of the Ministry of Magic and read out the specific rules of the "Triwizard Tournament".

However, one of the rules that ‘only students over the age of 17 can participate’ has caused a lot of protests in the auditorium.

Dumbledore suppressed the protests with the'Amplification Curse', and then let someone put the'Goblet of Fire' of the'Triwizard Tournament' onto the ceremonial stage and announced: "I want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament' Students, please write their names on the parchment and drop them into the Goblet of Fire before this Thursday night to register."

Finally, a few words of warning, let everyone be cautious when choosing whether to sign up or not, and then Dumbledore announced the start of the dinner.

This year’s dishes are a bit special, with ice cream and ice cream sandwiches occupying a lot of space on the table.

There are also many desserts, such as puddings of various flavors.

Obviously, to take care of the students of the other two colleges.

Kewen couldn't help thinking that, with such an alternation of hot and cold, many people might be going to the infirmary to treat their toothaches tonight.

Just as he was about to add some food to the plate in front of him, Kewen couldn't help but stop.

Because almost all the students around are looking at him.

"What's the matter?" Kewen looked around and asked in surprise.

"Of course it's the'Triwizard Tournament'!"

The roommate Selter sitting opposite said excitedly: "Apart from you, Cowen, who else in the entire academy is more qualified than you? The Goblet of Fire will only choose you!"

Hearing this, Kewen shook his head helplessly: "I didn't say to participate..."

"Merlin's cup! How can you think so!"

Benedict Shaq, who was in the same grade, picked up the topic and said incredulously, "That's the Triwizard Tournament! It represents the honor of the entire Hogwarts! Cowen, how can you not participate?"

"Yeah yeah……"

The students around him all agreed.

"Forget it." Kewen smiled and shook his head again, while filling himself with food, said: "I am about to graduate in seventh grade, so let's give this opportunity to the younger brothers and girls."

No longer worrying about the condemnation and persuasion of the surrounding students, Kewen routinely went to the meat first, grabbed a whole lamb chop, and occasionally tasted some patches, but did not move on the ice cream...

Regarding the ‘Triwizard Tournament’, Kewen treated it with an attitude of watching the excitement.

However, he wants to be a happy melon-eater, but many people disagree.

In the past two days, not only his classmates persuaded him to sign up, but the four branch deans also expressed their expectations of him.

In addition, after Snape knew the whole plan of the last school year, he seldom verbalizes Kewen. Obviously, he has a lot of affection.

However, Kewen still politely declined the expectations of the professors.

Until after eating at noon on Thursday, Penello came over, sat down beside Cowen and asked: "I heard, you are not going to sign up for the competition?"

"Yes." Cowen nodded while eating the dessert pudding after the dinner, "After all, we are already in seventh grade, and I'm going to the east after the holiday, so I don't plan to mix it in."

"In other words, you didn't put the registration slip into the Goblet of Fire?"

"Of course, what's the matter?"

Penello shook his head, stood up and said: "It's nothing, I just want to find out about the situation with you."

After speaking, Penello said goodbye and turned away.

Kewen watched his friend walk away, then shook his head and continued to taste the dessert puddings with different flavors.

Soon the afternoon passed. In the evening, teachers and students from the three schools gathered in the auditorium to reveal the final list of participants.

The goblet of flame was placed in the center of the ceremony table, and a blue flame rose above the mouth of the cup.

Dumbledore stepped forward, walked to the side of the goblet of fire, turned to face the stage, and then raised his hand several times and waved lightly to extinguish the candle in the entire auditorium.

At this time, the entire auditorium looked gloomy, and only the flame on the goblet of fire became the only light source, reflecting the entire auditorium like a haunted house, a dark blue color.

Dumbledore turned to the Goblet of Fire again and raised his hand to release the spell of ‘Start’.

The next moment, the flame on the goblet of fire suddenly turned blood red, and it soared for a moment with a ‘hu’, and a note was spit out from the flame.

Dumbledore raised his hand to take the note, carefully distinguished from the burning note, and then announced loudly to the audience: "The warrior of Durmstrand is-Victor Crewe Hm!"

There was a sudden cheer from the Durmstrang crowd. Amidst the cheers of the classmates, Krum clenched his fists and waved vigorously, and then walked to the podium amidst the applause of everyone.

"Congratulations, Mr. Krum." Dumbledore shook hands with the other party, and after congratulating him, motioned Krum to go to the back room of the auditorium and wait.

Soon, the Goblet of Fire spit out a second note.

"The warrior of Boothbarton is-Fleur Delacour!"

Amidst the applause and whistles of the Hogwarts boys, Fleur, who was bulging and curled, kept a reserved smile and stepped forward to shake hands with Dumbledore.

Next, the note representing the Hogwarts players was sprayed out by the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore accurately took the note from mid-air again, and when he looked down, a big smile appeared on his face for an instant.

Lifting the note aloft, Dumbledore's tone was full of unconcealable joy, and he announced loudly: "The warrior representing the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the Triwizard Tournament is... Covin! Quinn! ——"

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All the students of Hogwarts College stood up at the same moment, and the applause almost overturned the roof.

All kinds of screams, cheers, and shouts of excitement filled the entire auditorium.

Kewen was sluggish at this time, he didn't sign up at all!

In a daze, a figure suddenly broke through the surrounding wall of congratulations to Kewen, and rushed **** him.

Subconsciously, he hugged the offender and just pushed him away, but stopped after hearing the sound.

"Haha! Corvin! Congratulations!" Penello hugged Corvin's neck firmly, face to face, jumping and laughing: "I knew it! You will be selected by the Goblet of Fire to become a warrior! "

Kewen pushed Penello slightly away in disbelief, supported his friend's arms with both hands, and asked in amazement: "Is it you?"

"It's me!" Penello nodded heavily with a big smile: "In the afternoon, I put your name in it! I just tried it casually~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I thought the Goblet of Fire was only I can sign up in person, but I didn’t think I could sign up for you!"

Kewen opened his mouth and responded with a wry smile: "Why is this..."

"Go!" Penello backed away half a step away from Cowen's hands, then pushed Cowen and said: "Since I'm going to graduate, why don't I leave the deepest memory for myself? The principal is waiting for you, quickly Go, my warrior!"

Looking at the proud smile on Penello’s face and the look of trust in the other’s eyes, Cowen suddenly put a bitter smile away, raised his hand to caress the top of Penello’s head, and said softly: "Fight for you, my lady !"

"Oh--"

A roar of laughter suddenly sounded around.

Penello was taken aback for a moment, and then his pretty face blushed.

Kewen took a deep breath and straightened up and walked forward through the road that the classmates gave way.

In the fierce applause and cheering along the way, Cowen came to Dumbledore and stood still...