Dynavale and Hogwarts

"Professor, I didn't see anyone using curses during the competition. Is it because the competition doesn't allow it?" Dana asked.

At this time, the three of them had returned to Hogwarts and were exchanging views on the game in Professor Flitwick's office.

"No, as long as you can figure it out and don't violate the rule." The professor explained: "The main reason is that by this time, everyone's level is relatively similar, and their magic power is not much different. It is difficult to curse, and if you fail, you will still It has backlash, so few people use it.”

After listening to the professor's words, Dana felt relieved. He is not afraid of real swords and guns, but he is afraid of weird methods such as curses.

Penello said: "I thought I was pretty good at school, but when I went out I realized how far behind I was."

The professor said with a smile: "Knowing your own shortcomings is also a kind of gain. Okay, it's been a tiring day. You go back to rest and prepare for today's Halloween dinner. Who is the school's warrior will be revealed tonight. "

The two of them said goodbye and went back to the common room of their college. During the walk together, Dana asked, "Penello, did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"I voted. I voted early this morning." Penello glanced at him and said, "Why, do you have an opinion whether you look down on me or girls?"

Darling, this hat will be buckled as soon as it is said to be put on, and it is really on the line. He firmly denied it and said, "Nothing. I wish you will come true and become a warrior in the school." After that, he ran away. I couldn't afford to offend him, so I had to stay away.

Entering the lounge and seeing the happy faces of his Hufflepuff classmates, he relaxed from the bottom of his heart. After the day of intrigues outside, he was particularly greedy for the peaceful and simple life in school.

Talking and laughing with the roommates, I was overjoyed to hear that the Weasley brothers had not passed the age limit and had grown white beards.

The dinner was naturally very good, and the house elves showed their special skills. It's just that everyone is a little absent-minded, and their eyes are always looking towards the Goblet of Fire with blue and white flames, as if something will jump out there at any time.

Justin reluctantly looked back at the goblet and asked Dana for the eleventh time: "Do you think Cedric will be selected as the school's warrior? I heard that Angelina of Gryffindor has also signed up. She is also very strong.”

"I think if you don't eat, your steak will be smashed by you." He reminded kindly.

Maybe he reminded her too late. Looking at the piece of steak that was pierced with a fork, Justin suddenly lost his appetite, put down his knife and fork, and sighed plaintively: "I can't eat any more. I really hope the results come out now."

Justin's words resonated with the roommates around him. They all put down their knives and forks and looked at the Goblet of Fire eagerly, as if if they looked at it like this, the Goblet of Fire would reveal the answer in advance.

Shaking his head, he did not persuade these roommates. Anyway, after Cedric is elected, there will be a celebration party, and there will be plenty of food to eat, so there is no need to worry about them going hungry.

He paused with the knife and fork in his hand, and suddenly thought, without Crouch pretending to be Moody, would Harry still be a warrior? Then he continued to eat. Whether Harry was a warrior or not, it had nothing to do with him. .

Although the time feels long, I still move forward unswervingly. Under everyone's gaze, the blue-white flames of the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red, and the flames rolled out the parchment with the names of the elected warriors.

First came the warrior Viktor Krum, who represented Durmstrang, and then the warrior Fleur Delacour, who represented Beauxbatons. At this time, he felt that the air was stagnant, and the Hufflepuff students were all expressionless. Looking seriously at the Goblet of Fire.

Finally, when Dumbledore announced Cedric as the Champion of Hogwarts, the Hufflepuff students all started cheering, banging on the tables, stamping their feet on the floor, and clapping in every way they could to make a sound.

Justin shouted to him with a smile: "I told you that Cedric would become the school's warrior, didn't I?"

I don’t know who asked this question fifteen times just now, but who still cares about it now. Being infected, he also joined the celebration. It was not just the Hufflepuff table that cheered, the other three houses were also celebrating

Since he entered the school, the hearts of the students in the four colleges have never been so united as at this moment.

But unlike other classmates who were so happy that they forgot about themselves, Dana was still waiting in his heart, waiting for the other boot to fall.

Dumbledore stopped mid-speech and reached out to take another piece of parchment that was spit out from the Goblet of Fire. Dumbledore read: "Harry Potter."

The boots finally hit the ground, and I could do whatever I needed to do. Some things have changed, and some things still stubbornly continue to run along the established track. His eyes vaguely glanced at Barty Crouch, who was sitting upright on the staff bench.

He deeply suspected that Mr. Barty Crouch was now played by his son Crouch Jr. As a facilitator and negotiator of the Triwizard Tournament, there are so many opportunities to have access to the Goblet of Fire and influence it.

As a referee, he can continue to influence the results of the game and ensure that subsequent plans can be implemented smoothly. And he lives alone with his son, pretending not to be easily discovered.

Also living alone, Voldemort chose Old Crouch instead of Sirius, probably out of fear of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore had been very familiar with Sirius since his school days. The risk of exposure was too high if he pretended to be him and appeared in front of Dumbledore every day. It would be safer to choose Old Crouch.

It just seems like I don’t need to do anything. Not to mention that there is no evidence to expose a senior official of the Ministry of Magic as someone else pretending to be someone else. Even if there is evidence, there is no need to do a thankless task.

He turned around and saw the ugly expressions of his roommates, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about Harry Potter, Cedric is already a warrior of Hogwarts, right? How are we going to celebrate later?"

His new topic successfully attracted everyone's attention, and the students decided to do their best to hold the grandest celebration. Since the Quidditch Cup and House Cup last school year, Hufflepuff has another An honor worth remembering

In fact, the celebration started before Cedric came back. When he came back, there was a small climax. Everyone danced to the music and poured what they thought was delicious to him. Stuffed in hand.

After that, one climax followed another, until midnight, when Cedric patiently persuaded them to stop.

go to bed. Halfway through his sleep, he suddenly woke up from his sleep, dripping with cold sweat.

After destroying the underground altar in Azkaban, he always felt that he had forgotten something. He just couldn't remember it. No, it wasn't that he couldn't remember it, but that he didn't think about it subconsciously.

It is indeed a bit strange to see the space ring with the characteristics of the Tru School and not think of it. Or in my sleep, I connected everything that happened during the day with what happened recently, and finally remembered it.

No, for such a big matter, I need to find an opportunity to talk to Dumbledore tomorrow morning and listen to his opinion.