Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard

Chapter 90 Eighty-nine The Late Lion King (Get ready to set sail)

Hogwarts traditions.

Come Halloween, replace all the magic torches with triangular-eyed pumpkin heads.

Because of the Triwizard Tournament, two friendly schools arrived, and Hogwarts was even more prepared.

In addition to the light that turned into a pumpkin monster, there was a daily fight with pumpkin monsters.

The armor that tirelessly patrolled the castle was also torn to pieces by the house elves.

Nearly Headless Sir Nick expressed full praise for this new and novel look added this year.

Everyone could feel his visible happiness.

The armored soldiers with their heads in their arms were flown around by Sir Nick many times.

Everyone knows that Sir Nick was almost headless because his head and neck were hung with a little bit of skin, which was not disconnected.

Therefore, the Headless Knights rejected its application to join the group. Every time it was rejected, it would always be depressed for many days.

Seeing him happily circling the headless armor, everyone knew that he was imagining that his head could be taken off like a helmet, so that he could join the regiment openly.

Peeves has always been a mischief-maker, but no one will care about his pranks today. In other words, his pranks have made the Halloween atmosphere a lot richer.

After it pranks, there will always be a few good-hearted students standing not far away, cheering with their hands raised high.

Whether it throws smoke bombs or suddenly emerges from the wall and scares people, it will always receive praise from others.

There is no special ghost like Peeves in Beauxbatons, so the ladies from Beauxbatons are curious about Peeves.

God knows, Peeves, who is naturally mischievous, can also be depressed.

According to the Fat Monk, it was Peeves who felt that it had lost the meaning of its existence.

It likes to watch other people get angry but helpless because of its pranks.

The ladies of Beauxbatons gave it a good lesson, and it completely lost the pleasure of succeeding in its pranks.

The strong men of Durmstrang always have a cold look. I don't know if it is the strong wind in Northern Europe that has frozen their expression system.

The exception is Viktor Krum, whose character as the Seeker for the Bulgarian national Quidditch team has really attracted fans.

No matter who approached him for an autograph, he would always smile warmly.

Quidditch fanatic Terry, he even got a special autograph from Krum: This signature is dedicated to Mr. Terry of Hogwarts Ravenclaw.

Terry was excited for the whole day, shouting that he would always be a big fan of the Bulgarian Quidditch national team.

Grete did not comment on this statement, but he knew that Terry's favorite national team could cover the walls of the entire dormitory.

There are countless players he likes the most. In other words, as long as they are Quidditch players, there is no one he doesn't like.

As night falls, the special Halloween dinner for the Hogwarts Triwizard Tournament begins grandly.

When you walk into the dinner hall, you can see a huge pumpkin monster floating under the transparent ceiling. Whenever it opens its mouth, it will spit out a cloud of smoke.

I don’t know how many monsters are hidden in the thick smoke, and the mixed roars are like thunder, echoing over the long dinner table.

However, this did not affect everyone's enjoyment of the dinner. The magic turned the deafening sound into a Halloween background sound effect.

However, from Gretel's perspective, it seemed that no one was paying attention to the dinner.

The delicacies prepared by the house elves seemed to have lost their appeal. Most people had something to eat, either poking at the steak on the plate or stirring the pudding in the cup.

Of course, the absent-minded people did not include Gretel, and most of the Hufflepuffs.

In his spare time, Grete even noticed that a few little badgers quietly sneaked into the dining tables of other colleges.

Some limited quantities of precious ingredients were taken away.

Judging from their squinting eyes and snickering, you can guess that they must be eager to have the Goblet of Fire every day so that they can feast every day.

Durmstrang didn't know what kind of orders he had given to the students in his school before he came. Even when faced with rare delicacies, they seemed to follow the orders and prohibitions.

Sit up straight and put the food into your mouth again.

Karkaroff is obviously very satisfied with the performance of his students. He feels that pure bloods should be proud of pure bloods.

You can't be like the noisy Hufflepuffs at Hogwarts, where a little delicious food can make them smile.

Karkaroff surveyed his empire with pride, the students who had been trained by him, the greatest headmaster Durmstrang had ever had.

Judging from the way he glanced at Dumbledore from time to time, you could tell that he was comparing himself with Dumbledore in his mind.

Principal Maxim of Beauxbatons was not in the eyes of him, the great Karkaroff.

Those pretty little girls are no match for the Durmstrang warriors.

He is observing others, and others are observing him.

No need to guess, everyone can see it.

Mad-Eye Moody's threatening eyes never left his back since yesterday.

The vicious gesture when cutting the meat with the knife and fork seemed to be cutting into Karkaroff's body.

But even this sharp look like a gleam on his back couldn't change the color of Karkaroff, who felt he could be compared with Dumbledore.

Anyway, the Magical Law Council had pardoned his sins more than ten years ago. No matter how crazy Mad Eye Moody was, there was nothing he could do against him.

Besides, he was now at Hogwarts as a guest of the Triwizard Tournament, and Dumbledore had to protect his safety.

It's hard to say that he turned his head to talk to Dumbledore from time to time just to remind 'Moody' that I am the headmaster, not a criminal.

For the first time, someone wondered why the Halloween dinner took so long.

You know, in the past, they wished that the dinner party would last forever so that they could digest it before eating.

Although the food provided by the restaurant is good on weekdays, before dinner, it can only be regarded as fast food.

Many people stopped holding knives and forks early, raised their heads frequently, and looked at the three principals who were chatting happily on the stage.

They were trying to remind Dumbledore with their looks that we were full and the dinner was over.

The naughty guys picked up the knife and fork without anyone paying attention, and dropped it on the empty plate with a clang.

But this kind of behavior will not make the dinner end early. Instead, it will attract the slightly narrowed eyes of the dean and send him a threatening look.

Even Professor Sprout, who is usually the kindest, or Professor Flitwick, who gets along most harmoniously with the little wizards, does not hesitate to send danger signals with a smile.

However, if the list is not announced for a day, this group of people will feel like they are sitting on pins and needles.

The dean's threat could only last for a moment, not a lifetime. Often, as soon as they looked away, they would repeat their old tricks, trying to attract Dumbledore's attention with small tricks.

When Gretel put down the tableware in his hands, he saw impatience on the faces of almost everyone in the hall.

Every moment someone stood up uneasily. After observing, they lowered their heads and discussed with the classmates around them when the three principals on the stage would clear the plates in front of them.

Under the eager expectation of everyone, the dinner plates in front of everyone finally returned to being spotless.

At that moment, Gretel heard their uncontrollable cheers, and the noise in the entire hall instantly increased by several decibels.

They can't wait to hear who will be the chosen champion of the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore finally stood up from the soft chair. When he stood up, the entire dinner hall seemed to have pressed the pause button.

With everyone nervous, the entire hall fell into extreme silence.

The principals of the three major magic schools also had visible tension on their faces. After all, the winner of the Triwizard Tournament would be crowned the strongest magic school in Europe for the next five years.

Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Magical Sports, smiled and winked at the students. Before becoming Director, he was a very popular batsman for the Wimbourne Hornets.

After becoming the director, he did not lose his lovable character.

However, on today's occasion, no one paid attention to his pleasing eyes. Everyone clenched their fists, waiting for the principals to announce this year's candidates.

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Dumbledore waved his wand, and all the candlelight along the road was extinguished, leaving only the candle protected by the pumpkin head, swaying in the fluctuation of magic power.

The green-white flame of the Goblet of Fire swayed tirelessly, the light flowers flickered, and the dazzling blue-white fire stung the eyes.

"One minute left." As the Quidditch commentator at Hogwarts, Li Jordan's voice was so loud.

Even if he thought he was silently reciting it very slightly.

The moment the time came, Li Jordan's voice became uncontrollably excited.

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and sparks shot out. After a while, tongues of fire shot up, and a piece of burnt parchment flew over.

The people present couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and the half-burnt parchment that had just been freed came into his hands.

"The warrior who represents Durmstrang is" Dumbledore's voice was loud and powerful, and he pronounced the name clearly, "Victor Krum."

Amidst the thunderous applause, Krum lazily stood up and walked towards the room Dumbledore had agreed to.

"Krum is so charming. He is indeed my favorite Quidditch player." Terry whispered to Gretel.

Grete nodded. Indeed, with this confident look, he looked like he knew he would be selected.

If Gretel hadn't noticed the shadow of his fingertips trembling slightly in the candlelight when he stepped on the steps.

Fleur Delacour, the mixed-blood Veela who stirred up the emotions of countless teenagers.

When Dumbledore read her name, she shook her long satin-blond hair and disappeared elegantly from everyone's eyes.

Even though Gretel trained Penelo for three years, there was no strange change in the world line.

Mr. Cedric, in the eyes of everyone, represented Hogwarts and stepped into the door representing the warriors.

As the home team, Cedric received far more cheers than Krum and Fleur.

The whistles and celebrations once made people feel that the dinner hall would be overturned by the cheers.

Everyone was celebrating and laughing, and Gretel helplessly shrugged towards Penello.

No way, if Mr. Cedric hadn't become a member of the team, maybe this year's warrior would have been Miss Penello.

Although she was a little disappointed for a moment because she failed to become a warrior, she turned into the heroic butler again in an instant.

Penello almost held up half the sky of Ravenclaw's cheers.

Just when everyone thought that everything had settled, the Goblet of Fire, which should have fallen into silence, spewed out flames once again.

Dumbledore frowned and stared for a while before shouting "Harry Potter."

Harry was stunned. He didn't vote for his name. He wasn't old enough or capable enough.

Although he had fantasized about it, he was self-aware after all.

Even the Weasley twins, who were just short of reaching the age limit, failed to cheat before Dumbledore's age curse.

How could he do something so doomed to failure?

Not only Harry was stunned, but everyone present except Gretel and 'Moody' fell into a daze at the same moment.

The Triwizard Tournament has been going on for so many years, and there has never been such a strange thing.

When Harry stood up, he was in a daze and almost fell down because he stepped on the wizard's robe.

"Harry, charge bravely."

Gretel did not send a suspicious look like a searchlight, but just silently encouraged Harry in his heart.

Gretel's eyes only glanced at Harry for a brief moment, and then he was firmly fixed on the Goblet of Fire.

If Barty Crouch Jr. dared to risk his life, it would be to help Voldemort realize his wish to be resurrected and get Gretel at the same time.

He, Grete, dared to flip the table directly.

At worst, he wouldn't need Voldemort to attract the attention of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix.

Although it is difficult to be tough, it is not impossible.

Anyway, now, he is not very afraid of Dumbledore. If he waits for a few years, he might still be able to control Dumbledore.

Fishing in troubled waters only facilitates the development of their nascent organization, but it does not mean that they can only develop in troubled waters.

He could sit back and watch others help Professor Fu resurrect, but that kind of thing couldn't happen in front of him.

After all, crazy violent terrorists like Voldemort were originally within the organization's daily attack range.

For the sake of the justice and purity of the organization, it would be fine if Professor Fu didn't show up. If he did, he would inevitably be cursed by him.

Fortunately, Barty Crouch Jr. knows what is most important after all.

He didn't bother to put Gretel's name into the crazy burning Goblet of Fire.

Onlookers who don't know why may think that it was Harry Potter's vanity that led to the accident.

But for Dumbledore, he knew that this was a conspiracy against Harry without even thinking about it.

Gretel hoped that the great Principal Dumbledore would face up to this conspiracy and bravely say no to the mastermind behind this matter.

Barty Crouch Jr. was able to use a confusion spell to make the Goblet of Fire forget that there were only three schools participating.

There was no way Dumbledore couldn't do anything to get the Goblet of Fire to be re-elected.

However, Gretel was disappointed in the end. The White Devil, who was once famous for his strength, was old after all, and he became hesitant.

Faced with the insistence of old Barty Crouch, he chose to retreat and lost the tenacity and decisiveness that once defeated Grindelwald.

Even though Dumbledore was standing there, he was still calm, as if everything was under control.

Gretel still saw the twilight Lion King in his shadow.

Thanks to book friends Ruixi and Aijiujiu for their monthly support, 哐哐哐~

PS: Dumbledore has never been a bad guy or a villain. In the author's books, he just represents old age, hesitation, and tradition.

There are not so many conspiracy theories. The author thinks that Dumbledore's age curse was originally intended to protect Harry, but I didn't expect that someone took advantage of it after all.

(Poor Harry, something always happens to him every year. If she were Harry, maybe it would be a different story.)

When the light of the new era comes out, everything in the old era will become a fantasy.

Set sail for a new era!