HP Magic Biography

It is possible that Dumbledore noticed their sudden silence, and then smiled and said, Now, Mr. Filch, fetch the jewel case, please.

No one noticed how long Filch had been in the corner of the hall, and unlike usual, Filch wasn't hugging his red-eyed cat while trying to keep his back as straight as possible...

It looks like this is very painful.

Filch is a squib, without the aid of magic, it is very difficult for a person to change a fixed body.

Filch tried hard to be dignified. He was walking towards Dumbledore with a large old jeweled box. The students chattered excitedly.

In fact, in order to see the jewelry box, Dennis, Colin's younger brother, had already stood on the chair, but unfortunately he was too small to be blocked by others.

Fan Lin's eyes seemed to want to penetrate the jewelry box.

In the Muggle world, such an ancient jewelry box is invaluable, not to mention the contents.

The Goblet of Fire is the selection tool for the Three Witches Fighting Competition. In fact, this is the most important part.

Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagmon have already checked the mission statement that this year's champions will face, while Dumbledore was speaking, Filch had carefully placed the box on the table in front of him, They Necessary preparations have been made for each challenge. Three missions will run throughout the school year, and they will test the contestants in different ways, testing their magical talents, guts, reasoning skills, and of course, the ability to deal with danger.

As soon as the voice fell, the entire hall was silent, so quiet that no one seemed to be breathing.

You know, there will be three contestants. Dumbledore continued calmly, One from each participating school. We will give each contestant a score for their performance in each competition task. After the three competition tasks are completed, The one with the highest total score wins. Contestants will be chosen by an impartial selector—the Burning Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the jewel chest three times. The appearance of the box seems to be melting. Fan Lin has seen this scene before. This is the alchemy method that Nicolas Lemer likes to use very much.

All the outer linings were stacked on the table, revealing a dark gray wooden goblet. If it weren't for the blue and white flames dancing around the edge of the wooden cup, it would be really inconspicuous.

Dumbledore carefully placed the burning goblet on top of the stand so that everyone could see it clearly.

Applicants must write their names and schools neatly on the parchment,

Then throw the parchment into the cup, Dumbledore said: Those who are interested, please put their names in the cup within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, which is the eve of Halloween, the goblet will give the most qualified representative it has chosen. The names of the players from their school. The goblet is placed in the entrance hall tonight, and anyone who wants to sign up can go in, in order to prevent minors from signing up because they can't resist the temptation...

Dumbledore paused slightly, and then said: After the goblet is placed in the population hall, I will draw an age line around it, and those under the age of 17 cannot cross this line. Finally, I would like to remind you Ladies and gentlemen, this competition is not just to participate in. Once selected by the burning goblet, he or she must carry out the competition to the end. Because after putting the name into the cup, it will naturally form a binding magic power Once you become a player, you cannot change your mind. Therefore, before throwing your name into the cup, you must consider whether you are really ready to fight with all your heart. Well, I think everyone should rest, good night .”

A line of age! said Fred Weasley, his eyes sparkling, and they walked across the hall to the entrance hall.

Well, then it's going to be fooled by the age potion, isn't it? Once your name is in that glass, you're going to laugh - it doesn't know if you're 17 or not.

But I don't think the under-17s have much of a chance, said Harry. We haven't learned enough...

Say it yourself, said George at once to Harry, that you'll find your way in, won't you?

Harry thought Dumbledore had said that no one under the age of seventeen could enter, but his mind was soon filled with the fantastic vision of himself winning the Three Witches Cup.

He couldn't imagine how annoyed Dumbledore would be if he found out that people under the age of 17 figured out how to cross the age line...

Where is he? Ron asked. He didn't listen to them at all, looking for Krum among the crowd to see how he was doing.

Dumbledore didn't say where Durmstrang's men slept?

That question was answered almost immediately, they were now at the same level as the Slytherin table. Karkaroff was still urging his students just now.

Go back to the ship, said Karkaroff. How are you, Viktor? Have you eaten enough? Shall I send someone to the galley for some wine, sweetened and spiced?

Harry saw Krum shaking his head, putting on his leather jacket.

Professor, I'd like some wine. Another Durmstrang boy was hopeful.

I'm not talking to you, Karkaroff snapped, his kindly paternal demeanor disappearing immediately, I see you've got food all over your clothes again, disgusting child...

Karkaroff turned and led his student towards the door.

It just so happened that the four of them were there too.

Harry let him go first.

Thank you. Karkaroff glanced at him casually.

Karkeroff was stunned. He stared back at Harry, unable to believe his eyes.

Behind him, Durmstrang's students also stopped.

Karkaroff's eyes slowly scanned Harry's face from bottom to top, and finally stopped on the scar.

Durmstrang's students also stared at Harry curiously, and of course, there were Van Lin, two well-known figures.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw the look of enlightenment on some of their faces.

The boy with food stuck to the front of his robe lightly touched the girl next to him and pointed openly at the four people in front of him.

That's right, it's Harry Potter. A roar came from behind.

Karkaroff turned, and there Mad-Eye Moody stood, leaning against his pupils, his magic eye staring unblinkingly at Durmstrang's Headmaster.

Karkeroff's face changed color, revealing a terrifying expression mixed with anger and fear

You! He stared at Moody as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

What's wrong with me, said Moody darkly, if you have nothing to say to Harry, Karkaroff, you should step aside, you blocked the door.

Karkaroff led his students away without a word. Moody watched him walk out of sight, and his magic eyes stared at his back again, with an expression of extreme disgust on his fragmented face.

Indeed, half the students in the hall were waiting behind him, craning their necks to see what was causing the blockage.