HP Dawn Night

This discovery made me suddenly feel slightly guilty about Harry Potter, but I haven't shared this thought with my friends yet.I don't think they'll change their ingrained prejudices against Gryffindors anytime soon - just as Gryffindors don't like Slytherins.

The next morning, we walked into the Great Hall as usual, only to find the long Slytherin table almost empty.

"Strange, aren't they all up yet?" Not only Slytherins, but there were not many people at the remaining three long tables.

"Hello, do you know where everyone has gone?" Pansy walked to the end of the long table and asked a freshman I recognized as the one I had spoken to in the hall.

"Is there any special event today?" Draco said to himself, and suddenly, he patted his head with a sudden realization, "Goblet of Fire! They must have all gone to the hall to see it."

"You're right," Pansy hurried back to us and picked up a piece of toast from the dining table. "Go and see, maybe you can find out who the candidates are in advance."

"I'm glad it's not too late, after all, we don't have the habit of staying in bed." Blaise said jokingly.

There were about thirty or forty people gathered in the foyer, and students from different colleges gathered together to mutter and communicate, not knowing what to say.

The Goblet of Fire was placed in the middle of the hall, on the same stool where the Sorting Hat used to be.A thin gold line was drawn on the floor, ten feet long on each side, round the cup.

"Did someone put a name in?" Draco asked Daphne Greengrass eagerly.

"Yes, all representatives of Durmstrang," she answered absently.

Pansy screamed excitedly, and then asked anxiously, "Where's Hogwarts?"

"Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff, Angelina Johnson from Gryffindor, and Pusey and Warrington and Montague," she replied.

"Three people from Slytherin have signed up, which sounds really good." I sighed a little.

"Assuming Derek and Bol had the guts, there would be five candidates in Slytherin." Draco looked at Derek and Bol who were watching in the corner, they seemed to have no interest in participating.

"Come on, maybe they're just...just not sure."

Draco snorted, "Stop making excuses for them, Vio. You have to admit they're just cowards, too."

Blaise stared at the golden thread on the ground with interest: "That's the age test set by Dumbledore, right?"

"Would it keep underage people out?"

"Oh, actually, it was thrown out, and then a white beard appeared on his chin." Theodore Nott appeared out of nowhere, and he explained with a smile.

Pansy looked around sensitively, then poked me in the arm to signal to me that Astoria Greengrass was there.

"Has anyone experienced its power?"

"A Ravenclaw girl, a Hufflepuff boy, and the Weasley twins." Knott folded his arms and looked at a group of people walking from the grass to the foyer, "The representatives of Beauxbatons are here." .”

Madame Maxime led her students into the foyer, and the crowd stepped back to make way for them.The students of Beauxbatons lined up, crossing the age line one by one, throwing the parchment into the blue and white flames.Every time a name is thrown in, the flame will quickly turn red and sparks will appear.

"Those who are not selected should stay to watch the game, right?" Draco asked.

"Probably, after all, Madame Maxime is still going to be the referee here, isn't she?" Blaise replied, as if he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, Draco, is it right for you to ask that? Do you have any other plans?"

At this time, the suspected Veela girl just threw her parchment into the Goblet of Fire.

"Zabini!" Draco was almost growling, and then he quickly lowered his volume and said something to Blaise very quickly, "You... know..."

"What?" Pansy turned around. "What are you talking about?"

"Probably something Blaise knows." I answered casually, and Blaise smiled slightly:

"Yeah, something I know."

To say that the most exciting moment of the day must not be when the students put their names into the Goblet of Fire in the morning, but in the evening-at the Halloween dinner, the Goblet of Fire will choose the three most suitable people it thinks to become the winners of the Triwizard Tournament. warrior.

"I hope it's one of Warrington, Pusey, and Montague." I fiddle with the potatoes on my plate anxiously, and it's not just me, it seems that no one in the auditorium is in the mood for dinner.Everyone was eager to finish their food so that Dumbledore could announce who had been chosen as a champion.

"Me too!" said Pansy irritably. "Well, maybe we'll find out soon."

Finally, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the voice in the auditorium suddenly increased a lot.Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again.Madame Maxime and Professor Karkaroff, sitting on both sides of Dumbledore, looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else.Ludo Bagman was smiling and winking at us.Mr. Crouch, on the other hand, showed a lack of interest, which could be called boredom.

"Well, the Goblet is about to make a decision," said Dumbledore. "I reckon it will take another minute. Listen, when the names of the champions are announced, I want them to walk to the top of the hall and walk along the staff The desk goes over and into the room next door—they'll get their initial instructions there."

He took out his wand and gave it a big flick.Immediately, except for those candles in the jack-o-lantern, all the other candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a semi-dark state.The Goblet of Fire was now emitting a dazzling light, and those blue and white flames illuminated the entire auditorium.Everyone is watching...waiting...Brace keeps looking at his watch...

"That's it!"

Suddenly, the flame in the goblet turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out.Then, a flame burst into the air, and from it flew a piece of charred parchment-everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Dumbledore caught the parchment, and the flames turned blue and white again.

"The champion of Durmstrang—" he said clearly and emphatically, "is Viktor Krum."

"That's it!" Pansy yelled, clapping her hands hard.Without a doubt, Durmstrang's Warriors seem to have no other choice but him.At this time, applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium.Krum stood up, listlessly walked into the room as Dumbledore had ordered.

"Great, Viktor!" Karkaroff roared loudly, his voice could still be heard clearly despite the thunderous applause in the auditorium, "I know you are destined to be a warrior!"

The applause and cheers died down, and now everyone's attention was once again on the Goblet of Fire.After a few seconds, the flame turned red again, and then it pulled out a second parchment.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons," Dumbledore announced loudly, "is Fleur Delacour!"

The Veela-like girl stood up gracefully, flicked her waterfall-like silver hair, and walked over lightly.

"Her classmates are not very happy." I looked at Beauxbaton's students, and two of them even buried their heads in their arms and cried sadly.

"It's almost hopeless." Draco sighed.

The atmosphere in the auditorium has become crazy, and the intense excitement can almost be tasted.Now it's the turn of the last Hogwarts warrior...

The flame turned red for the third time, and it shot up high, spitting out the third parchment.

"Hero of Hogwarts," he cried, "is Cedric Diggory!"

"Oops!" There was a disappointed boo from the Slytherin table, and the Gryffindor students didn't hide the disappointment on their faces.But none of this attracted much attention, as every Hufflepuff was jumping up and down, screaming, stomping, and cheering.Then Cedric Diggory walked past them, a broad smile on his face.Indeed, the cheers for the third warrior were much longer.It took a long time before Dumbledore calmed down the excited students and continued to speak.

"Great!" exclaimed Dumbledore cheerfully. "Now, our three warriors have been chosen. I know I can count on all of you, including Beauxbatons and the rest of Durmstrang. Classmates, you will definitely support your warriors with all your strength. By cheering for the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event—"

But Dumbledore stopped talking suddenly, and everyone noticed that something was wrong.

The flame of the goblet turned red again, and sparks sputtered out.A long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was lifted out of it.

Dumbledore grasped the parchment almost subconsciously, and he held it up high so that he could read the words on it by the light of the Goblet of Fire.

There was a long silence, and there was no sound in the auditorium.Dumbledore stared at the note in his hand, and the others stared at Dumbledore.Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud:

"Harry Potter!"

No applause.

A hum began to fill the Great Hall, and everyone turned to Harry Potter, some even standing up to get a better view of him.Professor McGonagall stood up decisively and walked towards Dumbledore, saying something to him. Dumbledore listened attentively and frowned slightly.

"I didn't put my name in," Harry Potter tried blankly to explain, "you know I didn't."

But his friends and classmates also looked blankly, staring at him blankly.

"Harry Potter!" cried Professor Dumbledore again. "Harry! Come up here, please!"

Hundreds of eyes were on him, including students, professors, Hogwarts guests, and two Ministry of Magic officials.

No one cheered, clapped, smiled or encouraged, and even Hagrid just sat there, stunned like everyone else, watching Potter pass him by.

Even Slytherin, who hated Gryffindor the most, no one could say anything this time.

Pansy turned to me in astonishment, she moved her eyes, and it took a long time before she uttered a few syllables hoarsely.I think she probably needs some time to regain her language skills.Of course, so do I.