[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

After all the students entered the auditorium and took their seats at the tables in their respective houses, the faculty came in and they filed over to the guest of honor seat and sat down.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and distinguished guests," Dumbledore said, looking at the foreign students with a smile, "it is with great joy that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here.”

A Beauxbatons girl still wrapped her scarf tightly around her head and let out an unmistakable sarcastic sneer.

"No one forced you to stay!" Hermione whispered. She was annoyed by the girl. Winter agreed with Hermione's statement and gave the girl a hard look.

"The Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet," said Dumbledore. "I now invite everyone to eat and drink as much as they like at home!"

Winter had never seen such a rich variety of dishes placed in front of them. "Will this tire the elf to death..." After Winter finished speaking, Hermione slapped her hard.

"What's that?" Ron asked, pointing to a large plate of what looked like a seafood chowder next to a chunk of steak and kidney pudding.

"French bouillabaisse. This is a French dish," Hermione said. "I had it during the summer vacation last year. It was delicious."

"Then let me try it." Winter filled a lot for himself.

At this moment, a voice said: "Excuse me, do you still want to eat this plate of fish soup?" It was the Beauxbatons girl who laughed when Dumbledore was talking. She finally took off her scarf.

Her long, waterfall-like silver hair reached her waist. She has a pair of big blue eyes and a set of white and even teeth. This must be Fleur.

"Okay, you take it." Harry said, pushing the plate to the girl. "Have you finished eating?"

"It's done," Ron said breathlessly. "It's done. It's delicious."

"I haven't finished eating yet!" Winter shouted in pain, and began to poke at the pudding unhappily.

The girl carefully carried the plate and walked to the Ravenclaw table. Ron was still staring at the girl with wide eyes, as if he had never seen a female classmate before, and Harry laughed. The sound seemed to bring Ron suddenly to his senses.

"She's a Veela!" he croaked. "I said, that girl is really extraordinary!" Ron said, turning sideways so that he could still see her clearly, "There is no such person in Hogwarts!"

"Definitely not!" Hermione said sharply, "I didn't see anyone staring at her like an idiot! You look at everyone like that, and that's how you looked at Winter back then!" Harry nodded in agreement.

"Ah, really?" Winter's face turned red.

"Yes, when you were up there, our dear brother almost vomited with excitement." After George finished speaking, he and Fred recreated the scene at that time. They deliberately pretended to be excited and took a deep breath, "Oh! She She must be sorted into Gryffindor! She is so beautiful!"

"Can you two shut up!" Ron said, but suddenly he didn't dare to look at Winter.

"I think the girls at Hogwarts are pretty good," Harry said, glancing at Winter secretly.

"Look who's coming in." Winter pointed to the staff table.

Mr. Crouch sat next to Madame Maxime, and Ludo Bagman sat on the other side of Professor Karkaroff.

"You two won't rush up and beat him, right?" Winter looked back at Fred.

"Miss, I promise you, I really want to do this, but if I do, our Galleons will be completely hopeless." Fred whispered.

The second course came, with many sweets they had never seen before. Ron looked at it carefully, then he carefully moved it to his right so that it could be clearly seen by the Ravenclaw table.

"It seems that Winter's charm has become less." Fred said, "But I guarantee that you are still extremely attractive to me, even more so than the Beauxbatons girls."

"Fred, don't take advantage of the situation," George said.

After finishing the meal, Dumbledore stood up. "The moment has finally arrived," Dumbledore said, smiling at the uplifted face. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I want to explain a few things first. , then bring the box in."

"This is Mr. Barty Crouch." There was sparse applause in the auditorium. "This is Mr. Ludo Bagman." The applause was more enthusiastic than that given to Mr. Crouch, Winter secretly said He glanced at Moody, but was caught by his gaze. (Being stared at... so scary...)

"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the past few months to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued. "They will join me, Professor Karkaroff and Mark Together with Mrs. Sim, we formed a panel of judges to judge the efforts of the warriors.”

No one noticed that Filch had been lurking in a corner of the auditorium just now. Now he was walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels in his hand. The box looked very old.

"What do you think is in this?" Winter poked Fred with his elbow.

"It won't be the head of a troll anyway."

"As you already know, there will be three warriors competing," Dumbledore continued calmly, "representing one participating school. We will rate them according to the quality of each event they complete, and when the three events are over, The Warriors with the most points will win the Trifecta. The Warriors are selected by a fair picker, and it's the Goblet of Fire."

Having said this, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times. The lid slowly opened. Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet, but it was filled with dancing blue-white flames.

"Every student who wants to run for the title of 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 a Warrior can do so within twenty Sign up within four hours. Tomorrow night, the Goblet will select three students.”

"In order to prevent underage students from being tempted," said Dumbledore, "I will draw an age line around it. No one under seventeen years of age can cross this line."

"Age limit!" Fred's eyes were shining. "That's easy to handle. You can definitely be fooled by the age-enhancing agent, right? As long as your name goes into the cup, it can't tell who is full. Seventeen years old, who is under seventeen years old!"

"Excuse me, do you two have any other ideas?" Winter asked.

"Miss, what do you mean by a clever idea? This is a great plan! You will know when the time comes!" Fred said.

By this time the students were walking through the auditorium and toward the two doors leading to the foyer. "But I don't think anyone under seventeen can win," Hermione said. "We haven't learned enough..."

"That's for yourself," George said impatiently, "You will also try to participate, right, Harry?" Winter pinched George secretly, "Don't talk to girls like that!"

"I know...Miss." George rubbed his waist in pain.

Back in the lounge, Winter said to Harry: "Harry, I think you can do it too, if you want to participate."

"I...I'm not old enough." Harry blushed and scratched his head, "But thank you for your trust, Winter."

The next day is Saturday. Generally speaking, students go to have breakfast very late. However, when the four of them went downstairs and entered the foyer, there were more than twenty people gathered around, looking carefully at the Goblet of Fire.

Winter heard laughter behind him and saw Fred, George and Lee Jordan hurried down the stairs, all three of them looking extremely excited.

"It's done," Fred said in a proud tone, "just drank it."

"What?" Ron asked. "Age-enhancing drugs, you idiot," Fred said.

"A drop each," George said, rubbing his hands together happily, "We only have a few more months to grow up."

"I don't think it's going to work," Hermione warned. "I'm sure Dumbledore will take that into consideration." Fred, George and Lee ignored her.

"Are you ready?" Fred said to the other two people, trembling with excitement, "Come on, I'll go in first."

"Be careful." Winter subconsciously held Fred's hand in worry. Harry was secretly unhappy at the side. If he had been standing there, Winter would have held Fred's hand.

"Don't worry!" Fred patted the back of her hand to reassure her.

Fred walked to the edge of the age line, stood there, teetering on tiptoe, and then, with every eye in the hall watching, he took a deep breath and crossed the line.

For a moment, everyone thought Fred had succeeded, and George must have thought so too. He shouted triumphantly and jumped forward with Fred, but then there was a hissing sound, and a pair of The twins were thrown outside the golden circle, as if an invisible shot putter had thrown them.

They fell painfully to the cold stone ground ten feet away, and with a loud crack, identical long white beards sprouted from their chins.

The people in the foyer roared with laughter. Even Fred and George couldn't help laughing when they got up and saw each other's white beards.

"I warned you." A low, amused voice said. Everyone turned their heads and saw Professor Dumbledore walking out of the auditorium. He looked at Fred and George with a twinkle in his eye, "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey's. There are a lot of people there already, but I must say, their beards are far less impressive. Yours are beautiful.”

"I'll go with you two." Winter couldn't stop laughing, and together with Li Qiaodan, they were sent to the school doctor's office.

"You both look like Dumbledore now," Winter said.

"Oh, we underestimated Dumbledore." George touched his beard.

"Okay, I'm going back to have breakfast. I'm hungry and I'm going to give it to you two! Look how good I am to you two!"

"That kind lady, can you comfort us again?" Fred said miserably to Winter.

"No problem." Winter pulled both of their white beards hard.

Winter happened to run into Cedric on his way back. "Where are you going, Winter?"

"I was about to go to the auditorium for dinner. I just sent the twins to the school doctor's office." Winter said helplessly.

"It just happened. Let's drop by and let's go together. What's wrong with them?" Cedric and Winter walked side by side.

"It's okay, they are just a little more mature." Winter's stomach suddenly growled, "I'm sorry, I'm really hungry." Cedric smiled softly, "What's the need? Apologetic."

"Why don't you sign up? You are old enough." Winter regretted it after saying this. She should have pretended not to know.

"I just want to sign up now." Cedric and Winter walked into the auditorium next to each other. Harry and Ron had varying degrees of surprise on their faces, and only Hermione smiled calmly.

"Come on, see if I can succeed." Cedric invited Winter to come with him to see him sign up. Cedric threw his name into the Goblet of Fire. There was a burst of cheers from Hufflepuff, and many people gathered around Arriving at Cedric's side.

"I'm going to eat first, bye." Winter quickly ran back to the Gryffindor table and sat down, "Did I miss anything?"

"Nothing, Angelina and Ron's Beauxbatons best friend also signed up." Hermione said in a mocking tone.

"Winter, you can't be that close to Cedric!" Ron said loudly, as if he was telling Cedric on purpose.

"What's the matter?" Winter said puzzledly.

"He's a Hufflepuff, you're a Gryffindor!"

"Humph, that girl is from Beauxbatons!" Hermione crossed her arms and said, "Ignore him, Winter, you are free to make friends with whom you want!"

They finished breakfast and were about to leave the Great Hall. "We haven't gone to see Hagrid yet." " Harry said.

"I have something to do, so I won't be with you today." Winter rubbed oil on her soles and ran away. She didn't want to see the Blast-Ended Skrewt at all.