A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Halloween Eve.

After the dinner began, the Goblet of Fire was moved to the Great Hall.

Facing a banquet that was even more sumptuous than yesterday, most people seemed absent-minded and kept looking at the goblet with blue and white flames burning at the front of the auditorium.

The twenty-four-hour registration period is approaching, and everyone is waiting anxiously to know who will be selected as the champion of the Triwizard Tournament.

Finally, after everyone had eaten and drank, Dumbledore stood up and said, "Now is the selection of warriors that everyone has been waiting for. The Goblet of Fire will make a decision."

He pulled out his wand and waved it in a circle at the jack-o-lanterns and burning torches in the auditorium. All the flames were extinguished, and only the Goblet of Fire released blue-white flames.

The next moment, the flame suddenly turned red, and hot air waves spurted upward.

A piece of burnt parchment flew out of the flames and landed in Dumbledore's hands.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the parchment, expecting Dumbledore to read out the name of the first warrior.

"Durmstrang's Champion, Viktor Krum."

Applause and cheers suddenly resounded throughout the entire auditorium. It was natural for everyone to be selected. All the Durmstrang students were very excited, and Principal Karkaroff almost lost his temper. The photo shoot was ruined.

Krum stood up from his seat at the Slytherin table, shook hands with Dumbledore and walked towards the door behind the staff desk.

After a few seconds, the flames turned red again, and a second piece of charred parchment was caught in Dumbledore's hand.

"Champion of Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour."

The Beauxbatons students all clapped and cheered. The silver-haired girl stood up gracefully, walked to Dumbledore, nodded and entered the next room.

At this time, the third piece of parchment was ejected by red flames, and Dumbledore read loudly: "The Champion of Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory."

The Hufflepuff table let out deafening cheers, and Cedric smiled sheepishly and walked into the next room amid the cheers of all Hufflepuffs and most of the Hogwarts students.

"How could it be Hufflepuff?" Draco looked unhappy, "Only Slytherin can represent Hogwarts."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Goblet of Fire burned with red flames again, and the name of the fourth warrior was about to appear.

Everyone was paying close attention to the falling piece of paper, even the two principals Maxim and Karkaroff were no exception.

Although the Triwizard Tournament is no longer limited to three students, everyone knows that the warriors selected by the Goblet of Fire are all geniuses of the same level.

This fourth warrior will probably not be worse than the top three. If he is from their school, his chances of winning the championship will increase by one point.

Dumbledore held the piece of paper in his hand and looked at the name on it by the firelight. A smile appeared on his lips, "The Champion of Hogwarts, Aaron Gaius."

Aaron sighed slightly, asked Draco to take Abe back to the common room, and then walked up to Dumbledore under the eyes of hundreds of envious and jealous eyes.

"I knew it would be you, Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore patted Aaron on the shoulder, "Looking forward to your performance."

Aaron smiled forcefully and turned his attention to Adrian on the dean's desk. Seeing her smiling face, he was so depressed that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

As expected of my sister, she can feel so at ease even though she is scheming against my younger brother, and I don’t feel any guilt at all.

"Mr. Gaius, the other three warriors are waiting for you in that room!" Dumbledore reminded.

Aaron nodded slightly, and as soon as he took a step, red flames spurted out from the Goblet of Fire.

A piece of burnt paper was subconsciously held in Dumbledore's hand. Aaron leaned over and took a look, feeling inexplicably relieved.

Sure enough, I'm not used to anything happening on Halloween.

"The fifth warrior."

"I don't know who it is."

"Is there a sixth one?"

...

There were whispers in the auditorium, and many people stood on tiptoes to look at Dumbledore. Maxim and Karkaroff looked at each other, unable to suppress their curiosity.

Hogwarts already has two people participating, and if the fifth person is not a student from their school, it will be somewhat disadvantageous for them.

"Harry Potter," Dumbledore read.

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, his face confused when he heard his name, and his head was buzzing.

He didn't know why he heard his name. He didn't throw his name into the Goblet of Fire.

Although he had also imagined that he could successfully register and achieve eternal glory, at this moment he was mostly terrified. After all, he still had a very clear understanding of his own level, and he was incomparable to those warriors.

The Gryffindor students couldn't help cheering. Hermione and Ron felt unbelievable. They didn't expect that Harry signed up without telling them.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Draco shook his head in disbelief. He never thought that Harry Potter would have the courage to sign up, let alone that he would be selected to become a warrior.

"Harry Potter," Dumbledore shouted again, "Harry, please come up here."

Harry was still in a daze, and Hermione next to him gave him a push to bring him back to his senses.

He stood up from his seat and walked to Dumbledore in a daze under everyone's gaze.

"Professor, you, you won't believe it, but I really didn't put my name in."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously clenched the piece of paper in his hand. He wanted to ask more questions, but it was not appropriate in such a large crowd.

"I believe you, but...

You go next door with Aaron first, and we'll talk about it later if you have anything to do. "

Aaron smiled and shrugged. Originally, he was still in a depressed mood, but compared with Harry, he felt that he was not particularly miserable.

At best, he was pushed to the shelves, and he knew the basics, but Harry was obviously set up. What was even sadder was that he didn't even know who the person who set him up was.

The two walked along the staff table and walked into the next room. Except for Adrian who waved to Aaron, everyone else looked at Harry Potter in disbelief.

After passing through several gates, the two came to a medium-sized room.

The walls on both sides are covered with portraits of wizards, sets of trophies and gold and silver utensils are neatly placed here, a fireplace is burning with blazing flames, Viktor Krum, Fleur Currader, Se Derek Diggory The three of them were sitting together around the fire, keeping a stranger's distance.

"Good evening, everyone." Aaron waved his hands very familiarly, and then sat beside the fire, "I would like to introduce myself, Aaron Gaius, a fourth-year student of Slytherin House at Hogwarts. He is also the fourth warrior in the Triwizard Tournament."

"It was expected." Fleur snorted lightly.

Aaron didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Looking at Fu Rong's attitude, he knew that he would not be able to take off the hat of being a related person for a while.

"Hello." Viktor nodded expressionlessly.

Cedric actually showed a bright smile, "Welcome, but I really didn't expect it to be you."

"Actually, I understand very well. In the eyes of many people, I am just an excellent fourth-year wizard." Aaron smiled self-deprecatingly, and then changed the subject: "But after participating in this game, many people may have different impressions of me. Everything will change!”

"Who is this?" Fleur looked at Harry, who was standing awkwardly aside, with a trace of disdain in her eyes.

"Harry?" Cedric said in surprise, "Why are you here too?"

Aaron pulled Harry to the three of them and said, "I would like to solemnly introduce to you that this is Harry Potter, the fourth-year wizard of Gryffindor House at Hogwarts and the fifth warrior in the Tournament. "

Fleur and Krum glanced at the scar on Harry's forehead at the same time, and their eyes became a little more solemn.

To be honest, they didn't care about Harry Potter's name. The fourteen-year-old wizard was not much of a threat to them, but there were actually three warriors in Hogwarts, which made them seem alone.

Harry stood there awkwardly, hesitating to speak, not knowing how to explain.

Almost ten minutes later, a burst of busy footsteps came over.

Six referees headed by Dumbledore and Professors McGonagall, Moody, and Snape all walked in.

"Ms. Maxim." Fleur frowned slightly, "Are there no other warriors?"

Maxim knew that Fleur was asking her if there was anyone else in Beauxbatons, but she could only shake her head regretfully. After Harry Potter's name came out, there was no movement in the Goblet of Fire.

"This is somewhat unfair to us." Karkaroff said coldly, "Even if Hogwarts is the host, are three warriors too many?

Professor Dumbledore, if you can, I would like you to give us an explanation. I think the other three judges will also find it inappropriate. "

"Ah..." Barty Crouch said after hesitating for a moment, "Anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Tournament."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood Mr. Crouch." Karkaroff showed two rows of yellow teeth, "What I mean is that our two schools should call more students to register until the number is equal. , this is fair.”

"But the Goblet of Fire has been extinguished." Bagman said awkwardly, "It will not be rekindled until the next Triwizard Tournament."

"That's not necessary at all, Professor Karkaroff." Adrian smiled lightly, "If you know the competition items, you will know that the Triwizard Tournament is not about the number of people, but personal ability.

In this kind of competition, there is no possibility of teaming up to keep warm. If the contestants are not capable, they will only become a foil for other warriors. "

"Hmph! That's easy to say, Miss Klein.

Your brother is one of the five warriors, who knows if you will help him secretly. "

"If you can quit, that's really what you want!" Aaron whispered.

"It's a pity that you don't have the chance to quit." Adrian said playfully, then looked at Karkaroff, "I can promise that I will not provide any help to the contestants in any way. If you don't believe it, we can make a contract, How about the Red Bold Loyalty Charm?

If that's not enough, Unbreakable Vow doesn't matter. "

"Haha! You are really my sister."

"Cousin." Adrian emphasized, "Then what kind of contract does Mr. Karkaroff want to make?"

"Pretend that I didn't say what I just said." Karkaroff said with a red face, and even the unbreakable vow was drawn out. He had to believe that Adrian would not show favoritism.

But just because Adrian won't help the contestants as a referee doesn't mean he will give up. He will definitely help Krum if he can.

Not only Karkaroff thinks so, but Maxim also thinks so. After all, it is about the school's honor, and it is natural for the two principals to help their contestants within the scope of conditions.