Chapter 180：

"Yes, but we are not that familiar with Principal Karkaroff."

Heinrich stood up, completely ignoring Karkaroff's ugly expression.

He bowed slightly to John and walked straight out the door.

Karkaroff also walked out with a dark face.

When he arrived at the door, he met the three little ones.

Karkaroff paused.

His eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible, which made him stunned.

"Yes, that's Harry Potter!"

An angry roar sounded, and Moody stood behind him, leaning on his crutch with his heavy body, staring at Karkaroff with his blue magic eyes.

Seeing Moody, Karkaroff thought of something and his face quickly turned pale.

This scene also made other people see it, and Heinrich had a sarcastic look on his lips.

"Are you scared, Principal Karkaroff?"

His voice was not loud, but it was extremely harsh.

Karkaroff looked at Moody with wide eyes: "Is that you?"

"Unless you have something to say to Potter, just move on."

A group of people from Durmstrang blocked the door, but Karkaroff didn't say anything. He turned back and glared at Heinrich before walking forward without saying a word.

"Behold, our great Potter will travel with a nanny as always."

Harry was about to leave, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but look over.

It was Malfoy, and he laughed so hard that he deserved a beating.

He pretended to faint, while Goyle and Crabbe pretended to be nannies and cared for Malfoy in every possible way.

This scene made Harry's anger well up in his heart. Moody came over and pulled him, and said in a rough voice but softly: "Ignore them."

Harry turned around and walked away without saying a word.

Moody took two steps and looked back deeply in the direction of Slytherin.

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The secret room of the Star Club.

The lights were dimmed, and a patch of starlight was projected from the dome. Texts of various colors floated in the air. If you reach out and touch them, the words would spread out and then rejoin.

The hazy beauty is fascinating.

The Yingbai wine liquid shimmered and fell into the crystal wine glass. The sweet and fruity aroma spread out, which was very wonderful.

This was the first time for Furong to enter the secret room of the Star Club, and she felt magical about the things inside.

Except for the seat facing John, the round table was already full of people.

"I'm very happy," John held the crystal cup and chuckled: "The stars have gathered together. This cup is dedicated to Fleur Delacour, our good friend who is here."

He raised the crystal glass, and the others also smiled.

The wine in the glass slides into the throat, the sweet taste is slightly sour. It feels cold after drinking it, but it warms the body.

It was the first time for Furong to drink this kind of wine, and she couldn't help but reminisce about it.

A meteor fell from the dome into the cup, and the meteor turned into wine.

"This drink is dedicated to our graduated friend Percy Weasley."

Percy had a smile on his face. He went out to work for a while, and he became a little more mature that he didn't have in school.

At this party, they were talking about their own topics.

About the situation of each school, and some things about work.

While talking, the final topic came to the Triwizard Tournament.

As Barty Crouch's assistant, Percy knew a lot of inside information.

Malfoy drank a few glasses of wine, burped and asked John, "John, are you going to this tournament?"

The three qualified people at the party all stopped moving. They looked at John with a look in their eyes, a desire to compete, and eagerness to try.

John took a sip of wine, shook his head and chuckled: "I won't end up."

The three of them were a little disappointed. They had no doubt that John could pass Dumbledore's age line.

Whether it’s Fleur, Heinrich, or Cedric, they, no, the Stars Society has confidence in John.

The party is over.

The next day is Saturday.

Those students who used to like to sleep in late got up very actively this time.

In the foyer, there were at least twenty people gathered around.

They were all looking at the Goblet of Fire carefully.

The three little ones were also here. Seeing this, Ron eagerly asked a third-grade girl: "Has anyone put their name in?"

"Yes, the Durmstrang group," the girl replied, "I haven't seen anyone sign up for Hogwarts yet."

"Someone must have put their names in while we were sleeping last night," Harry said. "That's what I would do if it were me."

They watched around, and there was laughter behind them.

It was Fred and George, and Lee Jordan.

The three people walked down the stairs excitedly.

"It's done," Fred said proudly to the three little ones: "Just drink it."

He and George proposed using age-enhancing drugs yesterday.

Already drank it.

They were only a few months apart, and they were even more confident this time.

"I don't think this will necessarily succeed," Hermione was not optimistic. It was the magic left by Dumbledore. "I'm sure Dumbledore will consider this."

The three of them ignored her, trembling with excitement.

The Weasley twins took out the parchment with their names written on it and jumped in like diving in front of everyone.

There was no response at first, they laughed proudly.

The next second, the person was ejected and grew the same white hair and beard.

The two people sat up, laughing at first, and then couldn't help but start fighting with each other.

After Dumbledore saw it, he touched his beard, as if comparing whose beard was better.

He was a friendly reminder that there were already a few idiots like them trying to use age-enhancing drugs to get through.

Dumbledore went in.

John brought Malfoy over. He couldn't help laughing when he saw the beard, but Malfoy laughed directly.

Walking into the auditorium, it has been transformed into Halloween decorations, with bats and pumpkins being the eternal theme.

They discussed loudly who threw the name in.

John didn't care, picked up the bread and put it in his mouth.

He should be lucky that Daphne slept late today because she was drunk. He heard that she was going to prepare Chinese delicacies for him, pitted cherry steamed buns.

There was loud cheering outside, and someone put their name in.

It is Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor and the Chaser of the Quidditch team.

A tall dark-skinned girl.

The three little ones were very happy, and Seamus Finnegan said: "Yes, I would rather it be you than that little butter boy Diggory."

I don’t know why, but Gryffindor seems to think that people from other houses should not become warriors.

When Malfoy heard this, he couldn't help but mocked: "Young man? Cedric can kill you with one hand. Shouldn't Potter be aware of this?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he successfully attracted all the hatred.

This is one of the top three on the most hated list of Hogwarts.

Ron glared at him and yelled: "That's because of the dementors, you lost to Harry!"

"Yes, but my team won, didn't it?" Malfoy said with hatred: "Unlike you, who exist to set off the savior."

"Also, it's John who drove away the dementors that day, rather than being stunned." Malfoy said as if he had learned a poisonous tongue from Zu An.

"Really, John is so powerful, but he can't become a warrior!" Ron said without hesitation.

After the words fell, everyone else, let alone Slytherin, fell silent.

This weird atmosphere made Ron finally realize that his mouth was in trouble again.

Everyone's eyes fell on John. He swallowed the bread slowly and sighed, feeling uneasy even after eating.

Taking a sip of water, he stood up and walked towards Ron.

This makes the Gryffindors feel like they are facing an enemy.

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Chapter 204 The King and the Four Warriors

"Ron, you raise an interesting question."

John walked to the long Gryffindor table. Even though there were already more than a dozen people, they were still nervous when facing John.

Hermione wanted to say something, but John held out his hand to stop her.

"Warrior? You have to know that not everyone is like you and likes to have fun by trampling on the rules."

In the auditorium, Dumbledore was at the staff table. He looked over and said nothing.

John sighed and said: "Courage does not mean recklessness, and risk-taking does not mean transgression."

Ron's face turned red. He couldn't stand John's tone, which sounded like he was educating a child.

"Really, but you are destined not to be a warrior, aren't you?" He retorted loudly, as if he wanted to prove that he was right.

John looked at him quietly, and just when Ron thought he might be beaten, he smiled.

He said jokingly: "So you want to become a warrior?"

"If there wasn't an age limit, I could definitely do it!" Ron was already convinced.

John nodded when he heard this, and then said loudly: "Maybe the people outside should give way."

People outside didn’t know what was going on. After hearing the sound, someone walked in to watch.

John was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. He looked at Ron and said softly: "I hope you will do what you say."

He raised his hand and took a shot into the sky.

Object photography magic is activated.

"The Goblet of Fire is coming."

The Goblet of Fire that was originally in the foyer shook violently, and the students who sensed something was wrong got out of the way.

The next second, the Goblet of Fire flew out like a cannonball.

It happened to fall into John's hands and was firmly grasped.

The auditorium was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop, and even Dumbledore stared at this scene in shock.

The wooden goblet kept burning with blue flames. He held it like this, and everyone around him subconsciously got out of the way.

John placed the Goblet of Fire in front of Ron, and the blue flames rolled, making Ron's face turn pale.

"Now, you can be your warrior."