Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 297 Goblet of Fire
"It's my pleasure."

That face was beautiful, but the expression of Klein, who was immune to charm, hardly changed.

Taking the quill, he wrote a paragraph on the scented soft parchment, and handed it to the other party.

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

Fleur looked quite happy.

She hugged Klein's signature tightly, her eyes watery.

"You're welcome."

Klein showed a gentle and polite smile, and there was nothing wrong with his etiquette.

Furong couldn't help but be amazed.

Although he was very handsome just now when he was angry with the crown, in her opinion, only now is the real Klein Grindelwald.

"Cough cough!"

Such a flower-like person who can't move beside Klein naturally attracted a lot of people's attention.

Pan Xi brought the girl group of the Snake Academy over with a bad face, and made a lot of noise on purpose.

"I have to go"

After taking a look at it for a while, Fu Rong knew what was going on, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful in her heart.

But it doesn't matter, today she has obtained Klein's signature.

There will be a long time to come, and there will definitely be opportunities in the future.

"Goodbye."

A certain "Master of the Asura Field" waved his hand, pretending to be very dull.

Ugh.

It's not a good thing to be too popular~
"Hmph! Count her running fast!"

Pansy and the rest of the Slytherin girls despised the unruly behavior of girls from other schools who tried to get close to Klein.

After a brief internal exchange, they didn't stay too long, and returned to their seats angrily.

Draco and the others felt that Klein was like a princess, and all the girls in the school were knights who protected the princess.

But then again, that girl from Beauxbatons just now is really pretty.
"Huh, Hu Meizi!"

Seeing Fleur go, Hermione, who had been staring at the Slytherin table, muttered under her breath.

"what?"

Harry didn't hear clearly, so he couldn't help asking back.

"She's definitely a Veela, or has Veela blood in her body, and I'll bet you my final grades.

Just now, many boys were quietly staring at her, which is an obvious feature of charm spells. "

Hermione has read many magic books and is knowledgeable.

Such a beautiful "inhuman" posture is absolutely abnormal!
"Really?"

Harry scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

He was far away just now, just glanced at it briefly and continued to eat.

However, whether Veela is not Veela has nothing to do with me, this is a problem between Klein and those girls.

For an irrelevant person like him, just eat melons in silence
"Ding."

The little wizards were still chatting, when suddenly, Dumbledore on the high platform knocked his silver wine glass with a knife.

The old man obviously used some magic, so that the small voice easily spread throughout the auditorium.

When everyone's eyes were on him, he cleared his throat and said loudly.

"Everyone be quiet, be quiet. Okay, let me say a few words next."

Dumbledore swept across the stage and deliberately stayed in Klein's direction for a few seconds.

"Students, put the tableware away for now. Cough cough, I am honored to introduce the next guest to you. He is the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, Mr. Barty Crouch."

Little Barty is here?
Klein's heart moved, and he looked along the place Dumbledore falsely invited.

At the door, a serious wizard wearing a yarmulke entered the auditorium in a hurry.

He didn't speak, but greeted the principals on the high platform with his eyes, and then stood at the front of several long tables, straightened his bow tie, and said sternly.

"I am Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation, Ministry of Magic, England.

For this "Triwizard Tournament", I, the three principals, and Mr. Luca Bagmon, the director of the Department of Magical Sports, will set up a judging panel to serve as the referees. "

Uninteresting, stereotyped.

This is the first impression of the little wizards on "Barty Crouch".

Klein remained calm on the face, but pondered in his heart.

It stands to reason that he has already told Dumbledore that there is a problem with "Barty Crouch", and the old man should be wary.

He's not old enough to be stupid, there's no reason to let a "Death Eater" be the referee of the game.

Klein glanced at Igor Karkarov on the high platform.

This guy was originally a "Death Eater".

He scratched his eyebrows and looked at the old man who was always smiling.

Could it be that Mr. Principal is trying to play a big game and deliberately sell flaws to Voldemort?
"Ok?"

Feeling someone watching him, Dumbledore's heart moved.

After discovering that it was Klein, his smile became even brighter.

That's right, he just wanted to play big.

Doing the math, he is already over 100 years old, and at most he will live another ten or twenty years.

But Voldemort, the Horcrux is immortal, and the soul is immortal.

He can't afford it!
Now that you already know that Barty Jr. has a problem, why not follow the trend and give Voldemort and the "Death Eaters" a hard blow.

Anyway, with Klein behind him, he has nothing to be afraid of.

The older a person is, the weaker his heart is.

Dumbledore smiled, a kind and gentle smile.

"Ah."

Although there was no secret language exchange, Klein felt that he had guessed Dumbledore's mind very closely.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, when the time comes, just figure it out.

It would be fine if Voldemort didn't come to be a demon.

If he dares to act as a demon, he must let the Dark Lord (♀) know the dangers of this world.

"For the past few months, Mr. Bagmon and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly in preparation for the Triwizard Tournament.
All right, Filch, get the Goblet of Fire out. "

Dumbledore smiled and thanked Barty Jr. and Luca Bagmon, who was busy with the International Quidditch League, and then winked at the little Filch.

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Upon hearing this, Filch showed a large box inlaid with all kinds of orbs.

No one noticed how long he had been in the corner of the hall, and the students chattered excitedly as the little school patrol walked towards Dumbledore.

It's here, it's finally here.

It's time to pick a school warrior!
"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagmon have already gone over the mission statement that this year's champions will face."

While Filch was putting the Goblet of Fire on the chair, Dumbledore spoke again.

"We have made the necessary preparations for each challenge.

The three tasks will run through the entire school year. We will use different methods to test the players, and test their magic talent, courage, and reasoning ability.

Of course, there is also the strength to deal with danger. "

The old man was talking, and the little wizards in the audience gradually became quiet.

"Now, let's choose the real warrior!"

(End of this chapter)