v5 Chapter 111： X-Power Tournament!

A grand firework attracted everyone to the playground.

Dumbledore stood in the crowd, raised his head, and clapped softly:

"It's so beautiful, I haven't seen such beautiful fireworks for a long time.

I heard that the World Cup finals also have such fireworks displays. Unfortunately, I wasn't there at the time. "

Madam Maxime looked at the fire dragon pattern in the sky, shook her head and said, "Professor Dumbledore, I have no intention of blaming your school governance philosophy.

But if this kind of violation of school rules happened in Beauxbatons, I would definitely make the troublemaker... regret doing this kind of thing! "

Dumbledore smiled slightly:

"A wise man told me: Madness is a young man's game.

Why be too harsh? "

"That person must be called a wise man." Maxim snorted and said, "The 'wise man' you are talking about, shouldn't it be you?"

"No, it's Nico."

Maxim rolled his eyes at Dumbledore and said quickly, "When I didn't say it."

Nicole LeMay is not only a distinguished Beauxbatons alumnus, but also their school's most-donated alumnus.

Why is Beauxbaton's scholarship higher than Hogwarts?

By the French Ministry of Magic?

That school was already closed.

Their own finances are in short supply. I heard that the 10,000 Galleons to compensate William and Hermione last year were still deducted from the Auror Stability Maintenance Fund.

The Ministry of Magic's education investment is not high, and Beauxbatons mainly rely on Nico's donations, so the benefits are so high.

This kind of wizard who is close to hundreds of millions...he is the first wise man of Beauxbatons! !

"Professor Dumbledore, who do you think the warriors of Hogwarts will be?" Maxim took the initiative to change the subject.

"Hmm... that's hard to say." Dumbledore crossed his fingers and tapped lightly.

"So many outstanding students at Hogwarts ... many children can be warriors."

"But there can only be one champion, isn't it? Could there be two at Hogwarts?"

"Of course not, I can make sure of this..." Dumbledore smiled:

"There will never be two warriors at Hogwarts."

"Unfortunately... no matter who it is, it can't beat Krum." Karkaroff couldn't help but interrupted.

"Really? Maxim sneered: "Since Krum is so powerful, why do you oppose Stark's participation? "

"Am I the only one who objected?" Karkaroff said gloomily. "You are not against it!"

After seeing the Venice massacre, Maxim immediately objected.

Her meaning is translated as:

If you don't ban Stark, the old lady will quit the game.

This has been strengthened by dozens of rounds, surpassing other little wizards... n versions of heroes, you have played at Hogwarts... Others will have no game experience.

This is not a real Peerless lawn mowing game! It's an authentic game!

Pay attention to being evenly matched.

Karkaroff thought so too.

Don't talk about those warriors, he doesn't think he is a Stark opponent!

This kind of evildoer... participating in the competition is the biggest unfairness!

"I'm against it, because I know that William is powerful, and I knew it after the Paris incident..." Maxim laughed and said sarcastically:

"But I'm not as confident as you, thinking that my school will definitely win.

Besides...you object to Stark's participation, but you are using adult wizards in their thirties to compete..."

"Krum is only seventeen years old, his birthday before the summer vacation!" Karkaroff growled. "How many times do you want me to say, he's just getting older!"

"Oh." Maxim laughed, "I didn't say Krum, look at you... what's the hurry?"

Looking at Maxim with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, Karkaroff really jumped up and beat her knees.

But it is impossible to fight.

With such a small body, at such a close distance, he might be picked up directly and torn apart!

Dumbledore, who had provoked the whole topic, took a step back silently and continued to look at the gorgeous fireworks leisurely.

Even secretly stole the gods.

Annie once asked him about his retirement plans, and he said he would go to Sunset Red Community to spend his old age in peace.

Annie said...you can come to her house.

Dumbledore thought it was really good, and of course it was not bad to be an old wizard who sold fireworks.

He wore a tall, pointed blue hat and a long gray robe, pulled a carriage full of fireworks, and wandered around the world...

After the fireworks, the Halloween dinner begins again.

Two days in a row were banquets, and everyone was not as fond of the well-prepared and hearty dishes as usual.

Of course, the more important reason is that everyone's attention is not on the food, but on the Goblet of Fire.

The Goblet of Fire had been moved and stood in front of an empty chair on the staff's desk.

The students discussed in low voices, staring at the Goblet of Fire.

Everyone wonders who the Warriors will be.

As time went by, the people in the auditorium kept poking their necks and looking out, anxious expressions appeared on every face.

Everyone was fidgeting, standing up every now and then to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.

The principal didn't know if it was intentional or not, but he ate slowly and chatted with other people from time to time.

Finally, the golden plate returned to its spotless state, and the voices in the auditorium suddenly rose a lot.

Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again.

Karkaroff and Madame Maxim on both sides were as nervous and full of expectations as everyone else.

They are all looking forward to the unique warrior of their own school!

"Well, the goblet is about to make a decision," said Dumbledore.

"When the warriors' names are announced, I want them to go to the top of the auditorium, walk over the staff desk, and go into the room next door."

He pointed to the door behind the instructor's desk.

"They will have initial guidance there."

Dumbledore took out his wand and gave it a wide swing.

Except for the candle in the jack-o-lantern, all the other candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a state of semi-darkness.

The Goblet of Fire radiated dazzling light, brighter than anything in the entire Great Hall.

The blue-and-white flames shot out of Mars, which were dazzling, like a laser pointer.

Everyone watched and waited.

The blue and white flames suddenly turned red, and the crackling sparks burst out.

A tongue of flame shot into the air, and from it flew a piece of charred parchment.

Dumbledore caught the parchment.

"Durmstrong's warrior," he said in a clear and forceful tone, "Victor Krum."

Applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium.

Krum got up from the Slytherin table and walked towards Dumbledore.

"Excellent, Viktor!" Karkaroff roared loudly.

"I know you are destined to be a warrior! No one else can compare to you!"

Many of Durmstrang's students pouted, waiting for Karkaroff to be devoured.

After a few seconds, the flames turned red again. The second parchment leaped out of the cup, propelled by the flames.

"The champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

"I'm going first, William!" Fleur hugged William excitedly, then stood up and walked lightly between the tables of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

The two female students burst into tears, buried their heads in their arms, and cried sadly.

William narrowed his eyes.

He now suspects... Annie and Gabriel, the students of Beauxbatons chosen, are the weak ones.

Soon, the hall was quiet again, and it was the turn of the Hogwarts warriors...

The goblet turned red again, sparks splattered, and the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and Dumbledore drew a third parchment from the tip of the flame.

"The Warriors of Hogwarts," he exclaimed, "it's Cedric Diggory!"

Every Hufflepuff classmate was jumping up and down, screaming and stomping.

William and Qiu also applauded.

Cedric is indeed the strongest Hogwarts adult wizard.

But then again, apart from William and Hermione, there is no underage wizard who is more powerful than him.

With a big smile on his face, Cedric walked towards the room behind the staff's desk.

It was a long time before Dumbledore quieted everyone down and listened to him.

But before he opened his mouth, the flame in the goblet turned red again.

Sparks splattered, and a long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, holding a piece of parchment on it.

Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand and grabbed the parchment, showing a "shocked" expression.

"Fourth Warrior...Hermione Granger!"

Hermione stood up calmly, raised her chin slightly, glanced at William in the distance, smiled at him, and walked towards the small room.

William applauded, and Qiu followed suit.

Gryffindor seemed to explode, and everyone immediately cheered.

Hermione Granger... the youngest recipient of the French Order of Valor, the Italian Order of Magic, First Class, and the Doge of Venice.

In the past two years, the most popular witch in the UK has become famous all over the world.

And Stark and known as England's genius Gemini.

The original Hogwarts warrior is worthy of Stark.

He did not participate, and should have won the medal twice, saving Granger in Paris and Venice respectively.

But unfortunately...she is also underage.

Everyone thought Hermione wouldn't participate. Unexpectedly, she was worthy of the legendary witch, who really broke through Dumbledore's age line.

This is totally unexpected, but it makes sense.

Dumbledore raised his hand and was about to say something.

I saw the Goblet of Fire burst into flames again.

"The fifth warrior... Qiu Zhang!"

This time, everyone didn't cheer, but stared at Qiu in amazement.

what's the situation?

Granger can still understand who makes her so powerful and has a huge reputation. But who is this Qiu Zhang?

fraud! !

Before everyone could get angry Dumbledore had another piece of parchment in his hand.

"Sixth Warrior...George Weasley!"

"I'm sorry, brother. Looks like I'm better than you."

George patted Fred's hair proudly, and ran quickly towards the hut.

No one was angry now, and the students were dumbfounded.

Okay, the Triwizard Tournament, you have six warriors!

But then, something more dramatic came:

A dozen sheets of parchment, like bullets, shot out of the goblet of fire.

There was dead silence in the auditorium.

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(Ask for a recommendation ticket, everyone.)