My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 253 Goblet of Fire

"I thought that Hogwarts would always offer something good to entertain them when foreign schools came to visit."

In the auditorium, Tom held a fork and rummaged through the dishes in front of him, trying his best to find something different. He had been doing this for several minutes, waiting for the principals of the three schools to finish their conversation. During this period of time, whether it was the bright and colorful Beauxbatons or the gloomy Durmstrang, all the students in the auditorium maintained this fidgeting appearance, not because they were nervous, but because they were excited.

After understanding the meaning of the Triwizard Tournament warriors, everyone is eager to represent their academy as a warrior. Maybe they have different purposes—— honor, fame and fortune, or maybe the bonus of one thousand Galleons. is consistent.

"It's better to put some rare fruits!"

Tom kept stirring in the dishes, not knowing what he was looking for.

"As a country with a long history, Britain has at least some distinctive cuisine," Nelson said, "like, uh..."

"Like what? You don't know, do you?"

"I mean, I mean... I really don't understand very well." Nelson was momentarily at a loss for words. In order to ease the embarrassment, he had to raise his head, pretending to pay attention to the round table above the high platform.

The long desk for faculty and staff in the past has been removed, and what is placed there is a round table with a simple shape. Three high-back chairs with different characteristics strictly divide the table into three equal parts. In the fan-shaped area, the legends of each school's founding are depicted.

Dumbledore sat on a high-backed chair divided into four colors, with the school badge above his head surrounded by snakes, eagles, badgers and lions. On the table in front of him, four wizards, two men and two women, led a group of flustered children to She hid in a valley and was determined to turn it into a paradise for little wizards.

A scale is carved on the chair behind Sigmund's face, with a wand on one side and a black thing on the other. The table in front of him depicts a meeting attended by thirteen people. Some people are focused, some are looking around, some are secretly laughing, and some are worried.

Constance sits on a chair depicting a Pegasus chasing something that has escaped into the clouds, and behind Constance, a witch on a white horse stands on top of a floating castle, protecting Looking at the little wizards behind him.

"This is really an amazing set of cultural relics," Nelson sighed, holding his chin, "it will be of great significance to the study of school history."

"Is there anything special?" Tom pouted and asked, "Why don't you read the school history of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons? Don't they have something similar to "Hogwarts, a School History" Such a book? Anyway, they will be here for a semester, if you are interested, I can help you buy a copy."

"Yes, there are, but sometimes the records in the history books are still a bit insufficient compared to the direct cultural relics." Nelson spread his hands, thought for a moment, and said, "For example——"

"For example, I saw that Merlin was buried in the park behind Grimmauld Square in the diary of an ancestor of our family, but I found out that it was not credible after I went to dig it." Alphard replied quickly.

"Uh...you can say that." Nelson scratched his head, and followed Tom's gaze to look at the two newly added long tables for students from the two schools. They will be placed here for a semester.

Beauxbaton's long table is next to Ravenclaw, in the center of the auditorium. I don't know if it's because the French are inherently superior in aesthetics. The students in this school look a little better than the people around them. Of course, it's also possible. It is because one of the criteria for Constance to select accompanying students is appearance, and the weight is relatively high.

Beauxbaton's students are mainly girls, which made Nelson think that the school was a girls' school, but he realized that something was wrong when he thought that Mergan Wertning once studied in Beauxbaton. They sat elegantly at the long table, looking curiously at the starry sky dome of the auditorium, while discussing in low voices.

In addition to the principal, Beauxbaton had three accompanying teachers, one male and two female, who looked at ease.

On the other hand, Durmstrang on the side is very different. Perhaps considering that they only recruit pure-blood wizards, Dumbledore specially arranged them next to Slytherin.

But the scene of eager communication that Dumbledore imagined did not happen. The Slytherin students sat at the long table coldly, too lazy to talk to the long table next door. Durmstrang was even more exaggerated, and they seemed to have no communication at all. Wrapped in black robes as if they were going to attend their principal's funeral, their eating movements seemed to be carved out of the same mold, and Nelson couldn't even tell which of them was the teacher and which was the teacher. student.

Nelson thought about it carefully. Except for his strange "admirer" in Durmster, no one seemed to have communicated with the outside world.

"It's so cruel." Nelson looked away.

"That's not indifference," Tom said jokingly, "I've studied this school, and their school ethos is like this, you can't eat during meals, you can raise your hand to ask questions during class, and you have to be locked up for two hours if you go to the bathroom during curfew." Days of confinement, and they even made requirements for students' hairstyles."

"I know that," Nelson shrugged. "I'm just curious why they must start eating from the plate in front of them. You see, that guy has already eaten two cold dishes, and he might have a stomachache."

"Hehe," Alphard raised his head, looked at Durmster's area over the opposite Slytherin students, and commented, "Maybe it's because they haven't eaten cold dishes there, after all, look, their school uniforms are It has a fur collar."

His voice was a bit loud, and several Durmster students raised their heads to look at him, and were stared at by a few similar-looking crew-cut heads. Anyone would feel terrified. Alphard shrank his neck and asked, "They won't assassinate me, will they? I heard that the study of black magic is encouraged in that place."

"That's not the case, Durmster doesn't encourage assassination," Nelson patted Alphard's shoulder gloatingly, shaking his head, "But in their spare time, their most common way of pastime is dueling, so after dinner they may Someone will come to invite you to participate in the wizard duel, don't forget, Durmster encourages the study of black magic."

"Can I admit defeat directly?"

Alphard said with a face full of horror, but there was even some expectation in his eyes. Alphard in fifth grade seemed to be just a troublemaker pretending to be a Slytherin, a poor student who didn't hand in homework all the year round, but his grades and strength were impressive. Not bad at all, as a descendant of the Black family and a friend of Nelson and Tom, how could he be a weak hand?Alphard has even secretly arranged to sign up for the Triwizard Contest.

"Of course not, this is a 'diplomatic incident'," Tom also patted Alphard on the shoulder, and said, "I will be your assistant."

"Of course, if both of you are dead, then I can consider being the assistant's assistant." Nelson said with a smile, not taking the people at the table behind him seriously at all.

"Students..."

The three people on the stage seemed to have finished chatting. Dumbledore stood up suddenly, followed by the two headmasters. He took a step forward and loudly attracted the attention of other people in the auditorium.

"The guests and judges we invited have arrived. After a while, we will witness the restart of the Triwizard Tournament with them," said Dumbledore, "but before that, I need to make some advance explanations .”

The auditorium fell silent instantly, and everyone looked up at Dumbledore in front of them.

"I'm sorry that I have to pour cold water on all the students who are full of expectations at the very beginning. First of all, the Triwizard Tournament may be the highest-level magic event that you can come into contact with during your studies," Dumbledore said with a serious face. "But at the same time, it is also the most comprehensive and dangerous event. Don't forget the reason why the previous Triwizard Tournament was suspended. I hope that you will register after serious consideration. Don't put yourself in the Dangerously."

The air in the auditorium was scorching hot, probably because the cold air was sucked away.

"For students of Beauxbatons, Hogwarts has arranged empty dormitories for you. After the meeting, Professor Constance will select a temporary prefect for you and inform you of the arrangements for your dormitory." Dumbledore Lido cleared his throat and continued, "You will be placed in classes of the corresponding stage to study with Hogwarts students. In this regard, Durmstrang's students are the same."

Dumbledore looked around and seemed to be counting the number of people. After a while, he continued, "I hope you will like Hogwarts in the next semester."

After all, Dumbledore nodded towards the door of the auditorium, and Nelson turned his head to look, only to see McGonagall standing at the door, waving his wand and opening the door.

"Welcome to all the guests who will join us as guests and referees in this event!"

cried Dumbledore, holding his wand to his throat.

After an unusually lengthy introduction, a group of people whom Nelson had met or had never met stood on the high platform together, including the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, the Directors of International Affairs of the Three Kingdoms, the President of the International Wizards Dueling Association and the previous Most of the dueling contest champions and various world-renowned great wizards will watch the competition as guests, and the judges will be selected by the organizing committee and will not be announced until the start of the competition.

This is completely superfluous. Nelson believes that within a few days, the information about the judges of this year will be spread all over the sky. After all, cheating can be regarded as the second round of the Triwizard Tournament-a and event An equally long-established traditional item.

However, he didn't expect to see Newt here. He stood aside awkwardly carrying the box that never left his body. When Dumbledore pronounced the title "Magic Beast Expert", he was even a little shy. and nervous.

In addition, Nelson also met another acquaintance, Flitwick, the senior who often helped him during school—he was the last champion of the International Wizarding Duel Competition, standing in a group of strangely shaped Among the sorcerers among the wizards, Nelson is not so conspicuous, but Nelson keeps in touch with him, but he doesn't know what he will do after graduation.

After introducing the guests, Mag guided them to sit behind the long table that had just appeared behind the high platform. The three principals took a step forward and walked to the front of the high platform. The silence in the auditorium has never been broken. Everyone knows that the real highlight It's coming.

I saw Dumbledore stepping forward, holding his hands flat, and an old wooden box flew from the dome. It turned out that he had hidden the original wooden box there—it was said to be a wooden box, but in fact it was more like a wooden block , although old, but the whole body can not see any gaps.

Dumbledore caught the wooden box with a serious expression, and then let go of the wooden box. The wooden box was suspended in mid-air. Immediately afterwards, the three principals raised their wands together and pressed them against the top of the wooden box. A few seconds later, With a faint but extremely loud crashing sound in the auditorium, a straight gap was suddenly split in the middle of the perfectly fitted wooden box, and it was opened to both sides, revealing the red inner lining and the rough wooden cup inside.

Nelson saw that Constance's nose wrinkled, as if smelling the stale air of centuries ago, and then, at the gesture of the other two principals, she reached out, took hold of the bottom of the wooden cup, and lifted it up. stand up.

And Dumbledore also walked to the side at the right time, and stretched out his hands to the left and right of Sigmund and pressed the sides of the wooden cup.

This wooden cup may have been carved by the original founder of the event by his son or daughter. The overall artistic style highlights a "casual", asymmetrical, and untidy, but after years of washing, these rough handcrafts left behind On the contrary, the traces seem more and more "magical".

"We have checked, this is the Goblet of Fire," Dumbledore said, "the Goblet of Fire used to select warriors seven centuries ago."

"We will place the Goblet of Fire at the entrance of the auditorium later, and students who intend to participate in the Triwizard Tournament can register through the Goblet of Fire," Sigmund said seriously following behind him, "The way to register is very simple. In the Goblet of Fire Next to it, we prepared some cards with the school badges of the three schools, took the corresponding cards, and used magic to write our full names on them. Note that it is our own full name, and other people’s names, nicknames, and abbreviations will not Recognized by the Goblet of Fire."

"The registration process will continue until next Monday. At eight o'clock on Monday morning, the Goblet of Fire will make its selection," Constance said finally. "Good luck, warriors."

As soon as the words fell, a green flame burst out from the Goblet of Fire, and jumped more than two meters high, as if venting its loneliness for centuries.

(End of this chapter)