Chapter 243 - 243 Goblet of Fire

Chapter 243: Chapter 243 Goblet of Fire

Soon, the two empty seats near Dumbledore were filled in the professors' seats.

Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Magical Sports and Magic, sat on the other side of Karkaroff, and Barty Crouch, Percy's immediate superior and the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, sat next to Madame Maxime.

"What are these two people from the Ministry of Magic doing here?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Is it because they organized the Four Finals Tournament?" Hermione guessed, "I guess they are guests and are ready to witness the opening ceremony of the tournament with their own eyes."

At this time, they noticed that Dracula suddenly stood up from his seat, walked to Bagman and pressed his shoulder.

"Oh, Fred, look!" An excited voice sounded next to the Gryffindor table. George was slapping Fred's arm like crazy, "Professor Dracula dragged Bagman away!"

"Well done, Professor Dracula!" Fred jumped up and waved his fist excitedly.

Others looked at the twins in bewilderment, wondering what they were so excited about.

Some officials of the Ministry of Magic are indeed abominable, but this Director Bagman didn't seem to have done anything that would anger the heavens and the people, except for not handling the Quidditch World Cup very well? Why are these two Weiss so happy?

"What happened to your two brothers?" Seamus Finnigan, who shared a dormitory with Harry and Ron, approached Ron and asked curiously.

Ron still didn't want to take his eyes off the silver-haired girl, but just glanced at his two brothers hurriedly, and said vaguely:

"They won the bet... Bagman owed them a lot of money, and Professor Dracula should help them get it back."

"What a pity, why didn't I bet everything I had with them?" He muttered with some regret.

After listening to Ron's explanation, the other little wizards of Gryffindor stared at Professor Dracula and Ludo Bagman with wide eyes, wanting to see what method their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would use to collect the debt.

However, the process was destined to disappoint the little wizards.

Ludo Bagman had no ability to resist Dracula at all. He didn't even persist until the next dish was served under Dracula's cold eyes. He was defeated and took out an exquisite metal key from his pocket and handed it over.

Then, Dracula didn't know what to say to Bagman. He walked around in a dejected manner, moved from the professor's seat to the front of the Gryffindor long table, and handed a metal key to the Weiss twins.

"This is the key to warehouse No. 592 of Gringotts. The wealth inside is enough to pay for the Galleons you won." Bagman looked at the key held in Fred's hand reluctantly and said disappointedly.

"Are there really enough Galleons here?" George looked at him suspiciously, "We know that you still have a lot of gambling debts that have not been repaid... You won't lie to us, will you?"

"Who do you two think I am?!" Bagman said dissatisfiedly, "As the director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, I promised to pay you enough Galleons, and I will definitely not regret it!"

After that, he turned his head away with a heartache and no longer looked at the key.

"I should have thought of it earlier. How could the first professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts who was re-elected and even re-elected for several years be easy to mess with..." Bagman was still mumbling on the way back to the professor's seat.

"It's still easy to deceive those greedy goblins. They only need to show their identity as Ministry of Magic officials to borrow enough Galleons to pay back the professor..."

Bagman made up his mind to start a big bet in this semi-final match and make back all the losses before!

...

The banquet is still going on.

The following dishes were served one after another. Not only the French fish soup, but also a strange white milk jelly and many other dishes that the young British wizards did not recognize.

Ron guessed that they should be foreign dishes, so he carefully moved the plates a few inches away from his right hand so that they could be clearly seen from the Ravencrouch table.

But his little trick did not succeed.

The girl who looked like a Veela might have eaten enough, or these dishes might not be from France, and she had no intention of coming to serve these foods...

When the golden plates became brand new under the effect of magic, Dumbledore stood up again and smiled at the students from various schools who were gradually quieting down below the stage.

A mood of excitement and nervousness seemed to permeate the hall.

"To put it another way, whoever casts his name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be observed. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind."

"Therefore, please think twice and make sure that you really want to participate in the competition before casting your name into the cup..."

After repeatedly emphasizing it many times, Dumbledore looked down at the time and smiled again:

"Okay, it's almost time, I think everyone should go to bed. Good night everyone!"

The dinner finally ended in the students' expectant, nervous, or anxious eyes.

Dumbledore's repeated warnings did dispel the idea of ??many young wizards to participate in the competition. Of course, this idea of ??thinking twice before acting has no effect on the little lions of Gryffindor.

"Age limit!" Fred patted the table, his eyes sparkling, "That's easy, we can definitely be fooled by the aging drug, right, George?"

"That's right!" George's expression was also full of excitement, "As long as our names are in that cup, it will be completely successful - it can't tell who is over 17 and who is under 17!"

At this time, the students had already passed through the auditorium and walked towards the two doors leading to the lobby.

"But I don't think it's possible for someone under seventeen to win," Hermione advised as they walked on the road, "We haven't learned enough..."

"Not really, didn't you hear what Dumbledore just said?" George retorted, "The semi-finals test all-round abilities, and people like us who are particularly proficient in unconventional things certainly have our own advantages!"

"Where is he?" Ron was the only one who was still confused among the people present, and he said in confusion, "Dumbledore didn't say where the representatives of Durmstrang slept, did he?"

He didn't hear a word of Fred's conversation, and was only busy searching for Krum in the crowd.

However, his question was answered almost immediately.

Karkaroff didn't look too good, and was hurriedly walking towards his students.

"Well, let's go back to the ship. Are you planning to stay overnight in the castle?" he said. "Viktor, how do you feel? Have you eaten enough? Do you want me to send some warm wine from the kitchen?"

Harry saw Krum shook his head and put his fur cloak back on.

...

The next day was Saturday. Generally speaking, students would get up late to have breakfast.

However, many people got up much earlier than usual this weekend.

When Harry, Ron and Hermione went downstairs and entered the entrance hall, more than 20 people were already gathered there to watch the show.

Several young wizards were still eating bread taken out of the hall, carefully looking at the Goblet of Fire burning with blue and white flames.

The cup was now placed in the center of the entrance hall, on the stool where the Sorting Hat was usually placed. A thin golden line was drawn on the floor, and the golden line was shining with magical brilliance, surrounding the Goblet of Fire in the middle.

"Has anyone put their name in?" Ron asked eagerly to a young wizard who had been waiting here to watch the show.

"Yes, all representatives from Durmstrang," the young wizard replied, "but I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts sign up yet."

"Someone must have put their name in while we were sleeping last night," Harry said hesitantly, "If it were me, I would do that... If the Goblet of Fire doesn't accept you and throws your name out in a ball, how embarrassing!"

Suddenly, someone behind the young wizards laughed.

They looked back and saw Fred, George and Lee Jordan hurried down the stairs, all three of them looked extremely excited.

"It's done!" Fred whispered to Harry, Ron and Hermione in a proud tone, "We successfully brewed a cup of aging potion and just drank it."

"I haven't seen you two have such a good talent for potions..." Ron complained.

Fred and George ignored him, but walked excitedly towards the age line surrounding the Goblet of Fire.

"Watch out, it's time to witness a miracle!"