v5 Chapter 107： Hermione, do you want to be a warrior?

After the dinner was over, Dumbledore stood up again.

Without him speaking, the auditorium fell silent automatically. Excited and nervous emotions permeated the crowd.

Everyone knows that the main event is coming. Dumbledore is about to announce how the Warriors will be selected.

The selection methods expected by the top students are the same; the selection methods expected by the scumbags are different.

The former wants to fight for grades; the latter... fights for dad, contacts, fights, or fights for looks... as long as it's not for exams.

There are also people who can't fight for anything, such as Ron...hope to draw lots!

Only by luck.

Wait...it's not the Sorting Hat, is it?

The students at Hogwarts all remembered the ragged hat.

Dumbledore didn't ask everyone to wait, and ordered, "Bring the box here."

Filch immediately ran towards a cabin.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore exclaimed.

The twins sneered. Crouch and the others don't know, but Ludo is all kinds of gambling and owes a lot of debt.

This old liar.

Dumbledore continued: "They will form a jury with me, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime to judge the efforts of the warriors."

Filch trotted over, agitated and out of breath. That funny look made everyone laugh.

Dumbledore took the wooden box and placed it gently on the table in front of him.

"Mr Bagman and Mr Crouch have worked out three interesting projects with the Warriors.

Before the game, no warrior will know the game!

And these projects, which take place at different times throughout the school year, will test warriors in many different ways.

Test their magical talent, guts, reasoning skills - and, of course, the ability to overcome danger! "

Hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and everyone seemed to stop breathing.

"You already know that there will be three warriors participating in the competition, selected from three schools." Dumbledore said calmly.

"We'll rate each person based on the quality of the project they've completed, and to be fair, we'll drop one of the highest marks and one of the lowest marks."

Karkaroff pouted, and seemed very dissatisfied with this regulation.

Yes, when Dumbledore proposed this rule, he strongly objected.

But strangely, the more he opposed it, the more everyone agreed.

Can you disagree? You are so opposed to it, doesn't it mean that you will give low marks to others and high marks to your own students?

There is no quality at all!

Sitting in the chair, William looked at Karkaroff and couldn't help but laugh.

This was what he suggested, in case Karkaroff was so shameless.

Rita did not think highly of him. Maxim's evaluation is also very appropriate: bully the soft and fear the hard!

Such unscrupulous people should be more guarded.

Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped three times on the wooden box lid.

The lid creaked open slowly. He reached in and pulled out a rough-cut wooden goblet.

The cup itself was inconspicuous, but there was a bluish-white flame throbbing inside.

"The person responsible for selecting the warriors is a fair selector, the Goblet of Fire."

Everyone stared at the cup curiously, feeling unremarkable.

What everyone doesn't know is that there are two dragons living in it, and one of them ruins... Venice.

The two of them were bound in the Holy Grail by Merlin's magic as a core for energy.

They couldn't escape, and their power was completely suppressed, almost becoming one with the Holy Grail.

"Every student who wants to run for the Warriors must write their name and school on parchment and throw them into this goblet."

Dumbledore said.

"Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the Goblet will select the names of the students it thinks best represent the three schools."

"Ah—" Dumbledore seemed to suddenly remember something. He smiled and said:

"To avoid the temptation of underage students," said Dumbledore, "after the goblet is in the hall, I'm going to draw an age line around it.

No one under the age of seventeen can cross this line.

I'll make sure... no underage wizard can be a warrior! "

The students immediately roared and discussed the selection method loudly.

It seems that the Goblet of Fire can pick out every school...the most powerful wizard!

At the Slytherin table, a group of Durmstrang students whispered and whispered to each other.

"This time we are not in vain, the students of Hogwarts are all Krum's fans... and chasing stars, these rubbish!" A wizard named Poliako looked at Krum jealously.

"Yeah, I just asked that idiot named Malfoy, and Hogwarts has a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor every year." Another person said.

"Our school can negotiate with black magic, as long as we can choose... we will win, hehe."

"Yes, brothers, we have to work hard... Come to Hogwarts, we must let them know how good we are!"

At the Slytherin table, several Durmstrang students whispered.

"Ha~ I saw a few Slytherin students holding Krum, do you think all Hogwarts students are like this?"

Judy Crouch, not far away, folded her arms and sneered.

"Let's talk about the one who has won the most!"

Poliako touched his scalp and asked, "Who is the best at Hogwarts?!"

"Of course it's Stark, could it be me?" Judy rolled her eyes.

"Age Boundaries!"

At the Gryffindor table, Fred Weasley's eyes were sparkling.

"That's easy to handle, it should be able to be deceived by age-enhancing agents, right? As long as your name is in that cup, you can laugh happily - it can't tell who is over seventeen and who is under seventeen. !"

Ron leaned over and asked eagerly, "Is it really feasible? Either of you will try it tomorrow."

He was going crazy for wanting to be a warrior.

That girl named Furong is so pretty. As long as he can become a warrior and win a championship, he will confess!

George patted Ron on the shoulder and said seriously: "Since you are so impatient, it's up to you to test whether the age-enhancing agent works tomorrow!"

"No...I don't..." Ron immediately shrank his head in fear.

No, Dumbledore said there is an age line. What if there is danger?

"Little brother, you can't refuse." Fred said with a smile.

"According to the agreement, you are our contract medicine person, otherwise you will repay those Galleons yourself?"

"…"

The students all stood up and walked towards the lounge.

William left with a group of girls, watching others with all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred.

"Furong, are you going back to the carriage?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Maxim requires all students to go back." Furong glanced at the guest of honor and said with some regret, "I still want to visit your dormitory."

Gabriel also leaned into Annie's ear, asking... if she could sneak into Gryffindor's women's dormitory.

She wanted to sleep with Annie in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory.

Annie rolled her eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid it won't work tonight, I'll ask Hermione where she put her invisibility cloak.

I'll steal it tomorrow and you'll come here wearing it. "

Gabrielle glanced sideways at her sister and nodded vigorously.

William is chatting with Treanne.

"Although Karkaroff didn't dare to shoot at you at Hogwarts," William explained. "But be careful."

"It's okay, I really want to start, I don't know who will suffer." Terenei smiled fearlessly.

William sighed inwardly, and found that Professor Barblen was right, that Treanne was indeed suitable to go to the United States to help her.

A few people separated at the intersection, and Anne followed behind William and Hermione, dawdling and refusing to leave. In the end, Hermione was forced to drive away.

In the end it was just him and her.

The two skillfully turned a few corners, avoided the crowd, and walked comfortably in the remote corridor.

"Annie seems to be very obedient today." William said strangely.

Usually seeing him and Hermione wanting to be alone, Annie would destroy them in all kinds of ways, like a dog's skin plaster, she couldn't shake them off.

Hermione raised her eyebrows and smiled, "She wanted to steal my invisibility cloak for Gabrielle, and she didn't want to annoy me, that's why she was so obedient."

"How do you know?" William became curious.

"It's that simple." Hermione couldn't hide the smug smile on her lips.

"During the dinner, Gabriel asked what the girls' dormitory looked like and how many people could live there. Will someone from the school come to check the dormitory.

She had just been whispering to Annie, and Annie was so obedient all of a sudden... She only did this when she asked for me. "

William was a little confused.

When we first met, Hermione, who was unfamiliar with the magical world, was not yet an opponent of Annie. It's not dead yet.

Hermione smiled intoxicatingly, took William's arm, and said proudly, "Am I amazing?"

"Amazing!" William laughed: "Then are you going to give her an invisibility cloak?"

"She can steal it if she can." Hermione hummed, "I'll just pretend I didn't see it. At most...remind Fleur."

Awesome... This time William felt it from the bottom of his heart.

Both sides are not offended, and they can eat both sides.

"Do ageing agents work?" Hermione asked.

"It doesn't work." William shook his head, "Professor Dumbledore has long considered that his age line has an effect similar to that of a trace, and the age-enhancing agent can't hide it."

"I see." Hermione squeezed William's arm, the weight of the mass growing.

She leaned on his shoulder and murmured, "Warrior..."

William put his arms around her waist and suddenly asked, "Hermione, do you want to be a warrior?"

"Huh?" Hermione looked up in confusion. UU reading

"You know, Dumbledore thinks that this competition can train some students." William explained.

Hermione thought about William's words.

"Be confident." William tugged at Hermione's face and smiled.

"You have followed me every night for professional fighting training for more than two years.

If there is no age limit, if I don't participate, you are also the strongest wizard of the three schools, well-deserved... No one is your opponent. "

Hermione hid in his arms and whispered, "Can you?"

William hugged Hermione and said, "With me here, nothing happens at Hogwarts... it's nothing."

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