All things are three at Hogwarts

Right in the middle of the lake, a large whirlpool appeared, as if a huge plug was suddenly pulled out from the bottom of the lake...

A long black rod-like thing slowly rises from the center of the vortex...

"It's a mast!" Michael said excitedly to Alan.

Slowly, with great grandeur, the great ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight.

It looked eerily, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a wreck that had just been salvaged, and the portholes flickered with a dim, misty gleam that looked like ghostly eyes.

Finally, with a rumble of splashing water, the big boat came out completely, tossed over the undulating water, and began to head towards the shore of the lake.

Moments later, they heard a thud, an iron anchor dropped into the shallow water, and then another thud, a plank on the shore.

A lot of wizards with extraordinarily large sizes got off the boat. When they got closer, everyone realized that the reason why they looked tall was that they were all wearing a kind of fur cloak with tangled fur.

But the man who led them towards the castle was wearing a different kind of fur: silver-white, soft and smooth, much like his hair.

Dumbledore! cried the man enthusiastically as he walked up the slope, "how are you, my dear old fellow?" "

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice was mellow and sweet. As he stepped into the light coming from the castle's front entrance, they saw that he was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short and his goatee was not completely covered by the ringlets at the end. That thin chin.

While the little wizards' eyes were attracted to Karkaroff, Alan's eyes were attracted by a wizard with a striking hooked nose and two thick black eyebrows behind Karkaroff. Attracted by Krum.

Krum's thick eyebrows knitted into a frown, and he stared at Allen unabashedly.

Although Allen didn't care what Klum thought of him, he was a little curious in his heart. Compared to the World Cup, Klum was more hostile to him.

At least then, Krum was still outwardly polite to him. Now, his hostility was almost naked and unconcealed.

For the little wizards at Hogwarts, Krum's arrival is not a big surprise. He is just a top Quidditch player, and the best seeker in the world is in Hogwarts, right there. among them.

In order to welcome the guests, the entire auditorium was decorated. The enchanted ceiling sparkled with stars, and goblets and plates sparkled. Administrator Filch put on his musty old tuxedo and was decorating the teachers' desk.

"My view of Slytherin has changed." Edward praised.

Alan turned his gaze from the teacher's chair to the Slytherin table, where Viktor Krum and his fellow Durmstrang alumni had already taken their seats.

Alan was very pleased to see that Malfoy entertained these guests from afar without being impolite and thoughtful, without being too flattering, and with full grace.

"Can I sit here with you?" A crisp voice sounded, and her long, waterfall-like silver hair hung down to her waist. Her big blue eyes stared at Michael.

Michael's face turned red all of a sudden. He stared blankly at the Beauxbatons girl in front of him. He opened his mouth to answer, but he only made some strange little sounds, as if his throat was stuck.

"Of course Fleur." Alan smiled and pushed Michael.

Michael, who finally came to his senses, stood up and made room with a wink.

The other Beauxbatons girls followed Fleur at the Ravenclaw table.

"She's a Veela." Ron croaked, sitting next to him on the Gryffindor table. The voice said to Harry, "Ellen is smitten with her."

"Definitely not!" Hermione said sharply, "I didn't see Alan staring at her like an idiot!"

After saying that, Hermione raised her head proudly, glanced at Ron, picked up the plate and walked away.

Although Hermione knew in her heart that Fleur sitting next to Alan was probably going towards Albert. But after hearing Ron say that about Allen, she couldn't help but sit down where it was convenient to observe Allen and Fleur, and glanced at Allen and Luna from time to time.

Luna, who was sitting at the Ravenclaw table, looked no different from usual. Desserts had even been placed in front of her. She started playing by herself, using a spoon to pick out the strawberries from the cream sponge cake and pile them into small towers.

Hermione soon no longer had to worry, because the three people who appeared on the teacher's bench attracted the attention of all the wizards in the room.

And one of them was Albert.

Crouch, Ludo Bagman, and Albert appeared at the teachers' table.

"You didn't tell me he would come!" Fleur looked at Albert at the teacher's table intently.

"I didn't know he would come over." Allen smiled and placed a plate of delicious Welsh roast rabbit in front of Fleur.

"Is there rabbit meat in it?" Fleur looked at the plate of Welsh roast rabbit with golden sauce and fragrant aroma suspiciously.

"It's not even a meat dish. Brush slices of bread with butter, bake them until they're fragrant and crispy, put them on a delicate porcelain plate, and then top them with cheddar cheese, ale, mustard, chili, and white sauce. With the sauce, a delicious Welsh rabbit is ready! It will be crunchy when you take a bite." Allen's introduction made Fleur interested in this dish.

"I guess they are here to witness the opening ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament." Fleur once again extended her fork to the Welsh rabbit.

When Dumbledore stood up again.A mixture of excitement and tension seemed to pervade the auditorium.

Dumbledore briefly introduced the three Alberts and asked Filch to bring up the box.

The audience was full of people, and the little wizards were all guessing what was in this ancient box.

This is a large wooden box inlaid with jewelry and looks very ancient. Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times.

The lid slowly creaked open. Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet. The cup itself was unremarkable at all, but it was filled with dancing blue-white flames.

While talking to Fleur about some interesting things about Albert, Allen listened to Dumbledore introducing the rules of the Goblet of Fire and the Triwizard Tournament.

"As you already know, three warriors will be selected to represent his magic school in the competition. After the three events, the warrior with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup. The person responsible for selecting the warriors is a fair selector Or, it is the Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore closed the box and placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the Great Hall could clearly see it.

Every student who wants to be a warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," Dumbledore said. "Those who are aspiring to become warriors can do so on the twenty-fourth Sign up within hours. Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the Goblet will select the names of three classmates it believes best represent the three schools. Tonight, the goblet will be in the foyer, accessible to all students willing to run for office.

"In order to prevent underage students from being tempted," said Dumbledore, "when the goblet is placed in the hall, I will draw an age line around it. No one under seventeen years of age can cross this line. Age line.”

After the dinner, the topic on the lips of the little wizards who returned to the dormitory, without exception, was how to get through.

For Allen, strength is the best key, especially with Dumbledore's permission.

Early the next morning, Alan and Albert met in the tower. Before going to bed last night, Allen sent Benny to send a text message to Albert and made an appointment to have breakfast together today.

"Albert, do you remember that beautiful French witch who came to our house to express her gratitude during the World Cup?" Allen's smile made Albert's face burn.

"Fleur Delacour." Albert blurted out, then turned his head and coughed a few times.

"Why did you mention her?" Albert put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at Allen.

"She is one of the candidates for Beauxbatons." Allen paused, looked at Albert's expression, and found that he was listening carefully, so he continued, "You should have no other plans this weekend. Go to Huo Huan." If Germode goes away, she will go too.”

Allen winked, looking very strange. Albert's ears were red.

"Why don't you sign up for the Three Witches Tournament now? With your strength, if you want to compete for the championship, you have a good chance of winning." Albert stood up and refilled the milk glass in front of Allen.

In Albert's mind, as long as his brother wants to accomplish something, he will never fail, no matter how many obstacles there are.

"Of course I want to participate. You know the agreement between Dumbledore and I, right?" Allen drank the milk in the cup.

"I know something from my father." Albert said.

Allen told Albert the details and plans of his agreement with Dumbledore.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Albert leaned forward slightly and looked at Allen with concern.

"Yes." Allen nodded firmly, "Albert, you arrested many troublemakers and sent them to Azkaban. I need you to provide me with your memories of your time in Azkaban."

Albert pointed the wand at his temple without hesitation, and wisps of white memory emerged from his temple and poured into a white porcelain bottle.