Chapter 376： Goblet of Fire (modified)

Just in the middle of the lake, a large vortex appeared, like a huge plug suddenly pulled out from the bottom of the lake ...

Something like a long black rod slowly rose from the center of the vortex ...

"It's a mast!" Michael said to Allen excitedly.

Slowly, with extraordinary style, the big ship rose out of the water and shone in the moonlight.

It looks weird, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a shipwreck that had just been salvaged. The porthole shimmered in dim, misty shimmer and looked like ghost eyes.

Finally, with the sound of splashing water in Xili, the big ship came out completely, bumped on the undulating water and started to drive towards the lake shore.

After a moment, they heard a thump, an iron anchor was thrown into the shallow water, and then with a snap, a plank of wood laid on the shore of the lake.

A lot of extraordinarily large wizards walked off the boat. When they approached, everyone realized that the reason they looked tall was because they were wearing a fur cape and their hairs were tangled and tangled.

But the man who led them to the castle was wearing another kind of silver-white fur, soft and smooth, much like his hair.

Dumbledore! The man shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the slope. "My dear old man, how are you?" "

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Kakalov." Dumbledore replied.

Kakarov's voice was round and sweet. When he walked into the light from the main entrance of the castle, they saw him as tall and thin as Dumbledore, but his white hair was short and his goatee (with a small curl on the tip) was not completely covered Live his thin chin.

While the eyes of the little wizards were attracted by Kakarov, Allen's eyes were caught by Kakarov, a wizard with a striking eagle nose and two thick and dark eyebrows. Attracted-Krum.

Krum's thick eyebrows frowned, and his eyes stared at Allen unabashedly.

Although Allen didn't care about Krum's view of him, he was a little curious, and Krum's hostility towards him was stronger than during the World Cup.

At least then, Krum remained polite to him. Now, his hostility is almost naked without any cover.

For the Hogwarts wizards, Krum ’s arrival is not a fuss. He is just a top Quidditch player, and the world ’s best looking player is in Hogwarts. Among them.

In order to welcome the guests, the entire auditorium was renovated. The enchanted ceiling shone with stars, goblets and plates shone. Administrator Filch put on his moldy old tuxedo and arranged the teacher seat.

"My perception of Slytherin has changed." Edward exclaimed.

Allen turned his attention from the teacher's seat to the Slytherin long table, and Victor Krum and his Destrom alumni were already seated at the Slytherin table.

Allen was pleased to see Malfoy entertaining these guests from afar, being both polite and thoughtful, and not too flattering and full of manners.

"Can I sit here with you?" A clear voice sounded, and a long, cascading silver hair hung down her waist. Her big blue eyes stared at Michael.

Michael's face flushed suddenly, and he stared blankly at the Booth Barton girl in front of him, opening his mouth to answer, but only made some strange small sounds, as if his throat was stuck.

"Of course, Hibiscus." Allen pushed Michael with a smile.

Michael, who finally recovered, stood up with a frown, and made a place.

The other Booth Barton girls also followed Furong ’s long table at Ravenclaw

"She's a meiwa." Ron sat on the long table at Gryffindor hoarsely. The voice said to Harry, "Allen was fascinated by her."

"Surely not!" Hermione said sharply. "I didn't see Allen staring at her like an idiot!"

After speaking, Hermione raised her head proudly, glanced at Ron, and took the plate away.

Although Hermione knew clearly, Furong sat next to Allen, mostly for Albert. But after hearing Ron say Allen, she couldn't help but sit where she could easily observe Allen and Fleur, and glanced at Allen and Luna from time to time.

Luna, sitting at the Ravenclaw table, looks no different than usual, and she even put desserts in front of her. She started to play by herself, using spoons to constantly pick out the strawberries in the creamy sponge cake and pile them into small towers.

Hermione will soon have no need to worry, because the three people who appeared on the teacher's seat attracted the attention of the entire wizard.

And one of them is Albert.

Crouch, Ludo Bagman, and Albert appeared in the teacher's seat.

"You didn't tell me he would come!" Furong looked at Albert in the teacher's seat intently.

"I don't know if he will come." Allen smiled and put a plate of roasted Welsh roast rabbits in front of Furong.

"Is this rabbit meat inside?" Furong looked at the plate of golden roasted Welsh rabbits dripping with golden sauce.

"It doesn't even count meat dishes. Brush the slices of bread with butter, bake them until they are fragrant and crispy, put them in a delicate porcelain dish, and then drizzle with cheddar cheese, ale, mustard, chili, white sauce Sauce, a delicious Welsh rabbit is ready! A bite is crunchy. "Allen's introduction made Furong interested in this dish.

"I guess they came to witness the opening ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament." Furong reached out to the Welsh rabbit again.

When Dumbledore stood up again. An excited and nervous emotion seemed to permeate in the auditorium.

Dumbledore briefly introduced the three of Albert and asked Filch to take the box up.

The crowd was crowded, and the little wizards were wondering what this old box contained.

This is a large wooden box inlaid with jewelry, which looks very old. Dumbledore pulled out his wand and knocked three times on the lid of the box.

The lid slowly creaked open. Dumbledore reached into his hand and pulled out a large wooden goblet with a rough cut. The cup itself was not at all eye-catching, but it was full of beating blue and white flames.

While talking to Furong about some interesting things about Albert, Allen listened to Dumbledore's introduction to the rules of the game between the Flame Cup and the Triwizard Tournament.

"You already know that three warriors will be selected to represent his magic school to participate in the competition. After the three projects, the highest scoring warrior will win the top three. The selection of the warriors is a fair selection. It ’s the goblet of fire. ”Dumbledore closed the box and put the cup on the lid so that everyone in the auditorium could clearly see it.

Every classmate who wants to run for the Warriors must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment paper and throw it into this stemware, "said Dumbledore." People who want to become warriors can be Sign up within hours. Tomorrow evening, on Halloween night, the Goblet will choose the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, the stemware is placed in the hall, and all students who are willing to participate in the campaign can get in touch with it.

"In order to avoid students under the age who can't stand the temptation," Dumbledore said, "I will draw an age line around it when the stemware is placed in the hall. No one under the age of 17 can cross this. Age line. "

After the dinner, the topics of the little wizards who returned to the dormitory were no exception, just how to get through.

For Allen, strength is the best key, especially with Dumbledore ’s permission.

Early the next morning, Allen and Albert met in the tower. Before going to bed last night, Alan sent Benny to send a text message to Albert and agreed to have breakfast today.

"Albert, do you remember the beautiful French witch who came to the house to thank you at the World Cup?" Allen's smile made Albert's face burn.

"Furong Drakul." Albert blurted out, then coughed slightly.

"Why did you mention her?" Albert lowered his knife and fork and looked at Allen.

"She is one of Booth Button's candidates--" Allen paused, looking at Albert's expression, and found that he was listening carefully, so he continued, "You should have no other arrangements this weekend. Go to Hogsmeade and she will go too. "

Allen frowned, making it look strange. Albert's ears were all red.

"Why don't you sign up for the Three Witch Contest now? With your strength ~ www.novelhall.com ~ If you want to compete for the championship, the chances are great." Albert stood up and continued the milk glass in front of Allen full.

In Albert's mind, as long as his brother wanted to do something, he would never fail, even if there were no more obstacles.

"I naturally want to participate. Do you know my appointment with Dumbledore?" Allen sipped the milk out of the glass.

"I got some information from my father." Albert said.

Allen told Albert the details and plans he had agreed with Dumbledore.

"Is there anything I can help?" Albert leaned forward slightly, looking at Allen with concern.

"Yes." Allen nodded decisively. "Albert, you caught a lot of troublemakers at Azkaban at that time. I need you to provide me with your memory when you were in Azkaban."

Albert didn't hesitate to point his wand at his temple, and a ray of white memory emerged from his temple and poured into a white porcelain bottle.

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