Harry Potter and the Old Ones

When the banquet came to an end, a huge thing was carried to the banquet hall and placed directly in front of the teacher's seat.

"The moment has finally arrived." Dumbledore stood up happily and said, smiling at the suppressed faces, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin, but before it officially begins, I would like to explain a few things - "

"——I want to explain our activity procedures for this school year. But first, please allow me to introduce two guests, because there are still some people who don't know them. This is Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic."

——There was sparse applause in the auditorium.

"This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Physical Education and Sports at the Ministry of Magic."

The applause for Bagman was much louder than for Mr. Crouch, perhaps because of his reputation as a batsman, or perhaps simply because he was much more approachable in appearance. He waved his hand cheerfully in thanks.

When Barty Crouch's name was introduced just now, Crouch neither smiled nor waved, but just nodded indifferently, even as a greeting.

"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the past few months to arrange the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore continued, "They will work with me, Professor Karkaroff and Mark Together with Mrs. Sim, we formed a panel of judges to judge the efforts of the warriors.”

As soon as they heard the word "warrior", the students seemed to be more attentive. Dumbledore seemed to notice their sudden silence. He smiled slightly and said:

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific events for this year's Warriors competition. They have also made many necessary arrangements for each event. There are three events in total, each at different times throughout the school year. Going on, they will test the warriors in many different ways...testing their talents in magic! Their courage, their ability to reason, and, of course, their ability to overcome danger."

After hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and it seemed that everyone stopped breathing.

"As you already know, there will be three warriors participating in the competition." Dumbledore continued calmly, "each representing a participating school. We will rate them based on the quality of their completion of each competition event. After the three events, The champion with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup, which is chosen by an impartial selector, the Goblet of Fire."

Having said this, Dumbledore waved his hand and waved at the huge box placed in front of the teacher's chair——

The lid slowly creaked open, like a pagoda, and smaller boxes rose up from the big box layer by layer, until finally——

A heavy, roughly carved stone cup rose from it.

The cup itself was unremarkable, but blue-white flames danced inside.

"Every student who wants to be a warrior must write his name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet." Dumbledore said loudly, "Those who are aspiring to become a warrior can do so within twenty years. Sign up within four hours. Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the Goblet will pick the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, the Goblet will be in the foyer and anyone willing to participate It’s accessible to all the students running for election.”

"In order to prevent underage students from being tempted," said Dumbledore, "when the goblet is placed in the hall, I will draw an age line around it. No one under seventeen years of age can cross this line. Boundaries.”

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the election to note that this competition is not a child's play. Do not participate rashly. Once the warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must persist in the competition to the end. Whoever puts himself Putting your name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be abided by. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. Therefore, please think twice and make sure that you really want to participate in the game wholeheartedly. Throw your name into the cup again. Well, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night to everyone."

"Age limit!" Fred Weasley said on the way to the dormitory, his eyes sparkling, "That's easy to handle, you can definitely be fooled by the age-enhancing agent, right? As long as your name is in that Cup, just smile happily, it can't tell who is over seventeen years old and who is under seventeen!"

By this time the students were walking through the auditorium and toward the two doors leading to the foyer.

"But I don't think anyone under seventeen can win," said Hermione. "We haven't learned enough -"

"That's for yourself," George said impatiently. "You will also strive to participate, right, Tiera?"

"That's a reward of one thousand gold galleons!" Fred said again.

"I, oh no, I-" Tiera said as she walked, but suddenly-

Tiera was stunned for a moment.

Because just now, just now.

Tiera suddenly felt someone or something passing by in this crowded corridor.

Tiera paused, but then accelerated her pace——

At the same time stop looking around.

I don't know why, just when Tiera wanted to look around, his mental wall that had completed seven layers seemed to be in danger at that moment.

So Tiera curbed her curiosity and prepared to leave here quickly.

"Where is he?" Ron asked dreamily, "Dumbledore didn't say where Durmstrang's representatives slept, did he?"

Ron didn't listen to a word of what they said, and just looked for Krum in the crowd.

However, his question was answered almost immediately——

They saw Karkaroff hurrying up to his students.

"Okay, let's get back to the boat," he said. "How are you feeling, Victor? Are you full? Do you want me to send someone to bring some warm wine from the galley?"

Harry saw Krum shake his head and put his fur cloak back on.

"Professor, I would like to drink some wine." Another boy from Durmstrang said with salivation.

"I didn't ask you, Polyarko," Karkaroff said sternly—

His fatherly and gentle expression disappeared immediately, "I noticed that you dripped food on the front of your robe again, you annoying boy-"

Karkaroff turned around and led his students towards the door. They happened to arrive at the door at the same time as Tiera, Harry, Ron and Hermione. Harry stopped and let Karkaroff pass first.

"Thank you," Karkaroff said casually, glancing at Harry.

Suddenly, Karkaroff was completely stunned.

He turned his head back to Harry and stared at him, as if he didn't believe his eyes.

Durmstrang's students followed the principal and stopped. Karkaroff's eyes slowly moved to Harry's face, staring at the scar.

Durmstrang's students also looked at Harry curiously. From the corner of his eyes, Harry could see expressions of understanding on several of their faces.

The boy with soup stains on his chest poked the white-haired girl next to him and pointed unabashedly at Harry's forehead.

"Come on, Karkaroff!" At this time, Mrs. Rosier pushed Karkaroff and said impatiently, "What's there to see about a little boy who defeated the village terrorists? Even if Voldemort is not affected by this If you kill the kid, you will be killed by your own stupidity, so don’t stand here blocking the way!”

"Oh... yes, yes, Mrs. Rosier." Karkaroff said timidly like a deflated ball, and then continued walking out of the gate without looking back.

The other Durmstrang students also followed, but they all looked at Harry curiously——

Especially the two white-haired girls, one looked curious and the other looked at Harry with disdain.