Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen took the plate of blancmange.

He leaned slightly towards Fu Rong, lowered his head and said "Thank you", there was a rare wave in his sea blue eyes, and his neck was still as bright as snow under the light of the torch.

That's a really nice picture.

The handsome and majestic crown prince, and the calm girl with unsurpassed beauty...

Seems like another Diana Sharp.

Professor McGonagall suddenly remembered the rumor, oh well - maybe it was a follow-up from Dumbledore.

The Sharp family was burned and Diana was badly burned.

The engagement wedding that had been rumored was finally eliminated for no reason.

Professor Maomao felt a little sad, and brought himself a piece of strawberry milk pudding.

When the golden plate showed its background again, Dumbledore stood up again.

The auditorium suddenly fell silent.

But a tense feeling like the tension of the strings spread in the auditorium along with excited anticipation.

Fleur took a deep breath.

Of course, everyone is the same, except Alan.

"The moment has finally come!"

Dumbledore smiled, watching the rapt faces of the students.

He raised his hand and announced, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin, but before announcing the selection rules for the warriors, I have to introduce two guests.

"—this is Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic."

That Mr. Crouch stood sternly in that wizard robe, with his hair unkempt.

The applause in the auditorium was sparse, perhaps because he was so serious that he didn't even wave to the crowd in such a scene.

But the other one was much more lively.

Maybe it's his soft looks and his cheerful waving at the students.

"—this is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Sports and Sports at the Ministry of Magic."

There was a loud applause in the hall.

Draco subdued his arrogance, restrained his excitement and said, "Theodore, he's a pretty good hitter!"

On the side of Alan's eyes, seeing Draco completely restrained, he lowered his eyes slightly.

He also knows this.

It sounds a little strange, after all, he has no interest in Quidditch.

But this Mr. Bagman was not a man of integrity.

He was one of the first officials to accept bribes from Blair.

Which chess player ignores the pieces he wants to control?

As for Crouch...

That person was really serious and upright, not only sternly rejected Jin Gallon's overtures, but also turned away Lance who was going to lobby.

He emphasized that he will make judgments based on truth and justice.

... If Alan didn't know that he was harboring his Death Eater son, he might really think that he was pure and rare in the world.

But this is inevitable.

Few people can give up the relationship between father and son.

He looked at Dumbledore on the high platform, and heard the old headmaster announce,

"These two, together with me, Professor Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim, will form the referee team for the Triwizard Tournament to score the performance of the warriors."

The little wizards became more focused.

They even leaned forward, as if as long as Dumbledore took out the registered object, they could immediately run up to the high platform.

Allen leaned on the backrest surrounded by magic power, his sea blue eyes turned slightly, seeing the same expectation on everyone's faces.

It seems that just one step can develop into endless frenzy.

That is the power of glory.

Finally, Dumbledore walked towards the magnificent tower in the center of the stage.

He raised his wand and tapped it three times.

The tower is like melting edible gold leaf, or like mellow chocolate, melting layer by layer in front of everyone's eyes, revealing the ugly goblet inside.

It seemed to be made of wood.

It also has rough scratches on it.

Dumbledore said lightly, "Don't underestimate it, children—it is an absolutely fair and fair warrior selector, we call it...

"'Goblet of Fire'."

The cup was beating with blue and white flames, which seemed colder than the Fiendfire Alan had inherited from Grindelwald.

Those sea blue eyes reflected the cold flames.

Allen raised his finger silently, hiding under the table and drawing a small alchemy formation.

The suppressed Yinglan jumped lightly.

The blue light spot became transparent, flew to the Goblet of Fire, suddenly opened into a net, and almost swallowed the Goblet of Fire.

however……

It fails.

Those unique sea blue eyes raised slightly, and temporarily gave up the plan to study the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore paused insignificantly, his blue eyes looked around the Goblet of Fire, and then looked at Allen calmly.

The kid listened carefully to his introduction.

There seems to be nothing unusual.

Pretending to clear his throat, he continued,

"In short, there are three items in the Triwizard Tournament, but each item will be kept secret.

"Of course, we will also select three warriors. At that time, the warriors need to use their magic talent, reasoning ability, and supplemented with the necessary courage to overcome those dangers."

"They each represent a school, and we will rank them according to their performance ratings, and the person who ranks first in the end--

"He is the owner of this Tri-Strong Cup!"

The hall was silent.

There was a fighting spirit in the eyes of the little wizards.

If it is said that they love glory, but under Alan Ruoyou's laissez-faire and guidance, they wish they could have glory too.

Pursue glory.

That's the job of a knight.

Dumbledore looked into hundreds of shining eyes.

"Attention everyone—

"If you want to be a warrior, you need to write your name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this Goblet of Fire."

He blinked.

"On the eve of Halloween, the Goblet of Fire will select the three students it thinks best represent the three schools, and that is our three warriors!"

"tonight--

Dumbledore raised his voice, opened his hands and said,

"The Goblet of Fire stands here, and any student who is willing to participate in the selection of warriors can get in touch with it."

He spoke lovingly and solemnly, with long white beard and long hair shining brightly under the light of the torch, like a lion king with no attack power.

Grindelwald pouted.

He stamped his feet thinking—

Can he sign up?

As soon as this idea came out, the former demon king slowly raised his eyebrows.

He took out the contact badge he got from Allen for nothing, and tapped twice to connect his nephew's magic line.

Grindelwald asked softly,

"Stupid boy, let's go down for a walk?"

Allen: ...!

He looked in the direction of Grindelwald in disbelief. The devil's cousin was hidden in the semi-dark twilight, which made him unable to see clearly, but that outrageous idea could never come from his brain.

He looked slowly at Dumbledore, and sold his uncle without hesitation.