Chapter 554

Maybe Dumbledore noticed that they were suddenly quiet and then said with a smile, "now, Mr. filch, please bring the jewel box."

No one noticed how long filch had been in the corner of the hall. Unlike before, filch didn't hold his red eyed cat and tried to keep his back straight

It looks like this is very painful.

Filch is a squib, without the aid of magic, it is very difficult for a person to change his fixed body.

Filch tried to make himself solemn. He was walking towards Dumbledore with an old box of jewels. The students talked excitedly.

In fact, Dennis, Colin's younger brother, had already stood on the chair in order to see the jewel box, but he was too small to be seen.

Van Lin's eyes seemed to be trying to penetrate the jewelry box.

If placed in the Muggle world, such an ancient jewelry box is priceless, let alone the things inside.

Goblet of fire, the selection tool of the three witches fighting contest, in fact, is the most important part.

"Mr. crouch and Mr. bagmond have already examined the mission statements that the champions will face this year," filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him as Dumbledore spoke. "They have made the necessary preparations for each challenge. Three tasks will run through the school year, and they will test players in different ways, to test their magic ability, courage, reasoning ability and, of course, their ability to deal with danger

As soon as the voice dropped, the whole hall was silent as if no one was breathing.

"You know, there will be three contestants." Dumbledore went on calmly, "one for each participating school. We will mark the performance of each player in each competition task. After the completion of the three competition tasks, the one with the highest total score wins. The contestants will be chosen by an impartial choice - the flaming Goblet of fire. "

Dumbledore took out his wand and knocked three times on the jewel box. The appearance of the box seemed to melt, as Fanlin had seen before, and this was the alchemy that nicoleme liked to use.

All the outer linings are stacked on the table, and a dark gray wooden goblet is exposed. If it wasn't for the blue and white flame jumping around the edge of the wooden cup, it would be nothing.

Dumbledore carefully placed the burning goblet on the table so that everyone could see it clearly.

"Applicants must write down their names and schools on parchment, and then throw the parchment into the cup," Dumbledore said. "Those who want to put their names in the cup within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, that is, Halloween, the goblet will give the name of the player it chooses to represent their school. The goblet will be put in the entrance hall tonight, and anyone who wants to sign up can go in. In order to avoid the temptation of the underage to sign up for participation... "

Dumbledore paused a little, and then said, "when the goblet is in the population hall, I'll draw an age line around it that people under 17 can't cross. Finally, I would like to remind you that this competition is not just for you to join. Once you are selected by the burning goblet, he or she must carry on the competition to the end. Because putting the name in the cup naturally forms a binding magic contract. Once you're a player, you can't change your mind. So before you throw your name into the glass, make sure you're really ready to fight. Well, I think it's time for everyone to rest. Good night. "

"An age line!" Fred Weasley said his eyes were shining as they walked through the hall to the entrance hall.

"Well, then it won't be fooled by age agents, will it? Once your name is in that cup, you laugh - it doesn't know if you're 17. "

"But I don't think anyone under 17 will have a chance." Harry said, "we haven't learned enough..."

"Say it yourself," George asked Harry at once, "you'll find a way to get in, won't you?"

Harry thought Dumbledore had said that anyone under the age of 17 could not sign up, but soon he was full of the wonderful scene of his own winning the three wizard cup.

He couldn't imagine how angry Dumbledore would be if he found out that people under 17 had figured out a way to cross the age line

"Where is he?" Asked Ron. He didn't listen to them at all. He looked for Krum in the crowd and saw what happened to him.

"Dumbledore didn't say where the durmstrand people slept?"

This question was answered almost immediately, and they were now on the same level as Slytherin's table. Kakarov was just urging his students.

"Go back to the boat." Kakarov said, "how are you, Viktor? Are you full? Shall I send someone to the kitchen for some wine with sugar and spices? "

Harry saw Krum shaking his head and putting on his fur coat.

"Professor, I'd like some wine." Another boy in demstrand is hopeful.

"I'm not talking to you." Kakarov snapped, and his kind fatherly expression soon disappeared. "I found you've got food all over your clothes again, disgusting child..."Kakarov turned and led his students to the door.

It happened that the four of them were there.

Harry told him to go first.

"Thank you." Kakarov gave him a casual look.

Kakrov was stunned. He looked back at Harry and couldn't believe his eyes.

Behind him, demstrand's students stopped.

Kakarov's eyes slowly looked at Harry's face from bottom to top, and finally stopped on the scar.

Durmstrand's students also stare curiously at Harry, and, of course, van Lin, two well-known figures.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Harry saw some of them have a sudden realization on their faces.

The boy with food on the front of his robe gently touched the girl next to him and openly pointed to the four people in front of him.

"yes, it's Harry Potter." There was a roar from behind.

Kakarov turned, and mad eye moody stood there, leaning against his students, his magic eyes staring at the headmaster of demstrand without blinking.

Kakrov's face changed color, showing a look of horror mixed with anger and fear

"you He glared at Moody as if he didn't believe his eyes.

"What's the matter with me," moody said sullenly. "If you don't have anything to say to Harry, kakarov, you should have made way. You've blocked the door."

Without saying a word, kakarov led his students away. Moody walked him out of sight. The devil's eye looked at his back again, and his broken face showed a look of extreme disgust.

Indeed, half of the students in the hall were waiting behind him, stretching their necks to see what was causing the obstruction.

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