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Back to the welcome dinner.

Although there were more than twenty people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, the auditorium suddenly felt crowded.

Clothes of different colors are integrated into the mainly black Hogwarts school uniforms, creating some different colors.

Harry sat upright, glancing at Ravenclaw's Qiu Zhang from time to time. No matter how beautiful Fleur was, she couldn't catch his eye.

Until Harry saw his mother floating to the extended end of the line between him and Qiu Zhang, and smiled meaningfully at him.

Harry quickly looked away in embarrassment, like a Muggle child caught by his parents watching a movie. He looked towards the professor's chair and suddenly discovered something.

“Why four more chairs?”

Harry asked,

"The principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have already taken their seats. Whose are the two extra chairs now?"

"what?"

Ron was a little absent-minded. His eyes were on Fleur Delacour for a while, and then on Viktor Krum.

But thinking of Krum losing to Lin Lan, he unconsciously looked at Lin Lan.

Seeing Ron like this, Harry could only curl his lips and bury his doubts in his heart.

"Ladies and gentlemen, oh, and of course the ghosts,"

Dumbledore said,

"Everyone is very welcome to Hogwarts. I hope, and I believe, that you will live comfortably and happily here."

"We will conduct the warrior selection ceremony later, but for now, please let us eat and drink to our heart's content!"

The banquet began. The rich menu of Hogwarts now greatly amazed the teachers and students of the other two schools. Even the picky ladies of Beauxbatons had to admit that the cooking level of the current Hogwarts kitchen was very high. Above Beauxbatons.

“Isn’t there no delicious food in Britain?”

A Beauxbatons girl asked,

"What are they good at? Fish and chips?"

Fleur sneered,

"Shut up if you are ignorant and don't embarrass our school,"

She looked at the food on the table and explained,

"These are Chinese dishes, and they are one of the few cuisines in the world that can rival our French cuisine."

With that said, she ignored her favorite fish soup and scooped a large spoonful of fish-flavored shredded pork onto her plate.

"Look, Ron! That's your dad!"

"what?"

Ron heard Harry's exclamation and followed his finger to look towards the professor's chair.

Sure enough, Arthur Weasley and Ludo Bagman sat in the seats that had been vacant just now.

"Why did dad come to school? We haven't done anything bad recently?"

Ron muttered and looked at the twins.

Fred laughed and threw a piece of bread into Ron's face.

"Ron, what are you thinking about? Dad was promoted to Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department at the beginning of this month, taking over from Barty Crouch Sr.!"

"What? Why didn't I know!"

George smiled and said:

"Of course you don't know, you only remember making money lately!"

Harry glanced at Errol who was surrounded by little badgers. Miss Owl must have played a very important role in Mr. Weasley's promotion, right?

"Then isn't Percy working under daddy?"

"Isn't that right?"

"I think it must be hard for Percy to be led directly by his father, whom he has always looked down upon."

"Oh, no matter how sad it is, how sad is it to be called Pusey Weatherby?"

……

But after the food on the table was cleared away, Dumbledore stood up again,

The hall was suddenly filled with a pleasant tense atmosphere——

Harry was shaking a little with excitement, thinking about what would happen next;

Fred and George leaned forward and stared at Dumbledore intently. To be honest, the twins were also eager to be selected as warriors - aside from the attraction of a thousand gold galleons in the original work, which Granville actually Fendo doesn't want to be in the limelight at this time.

"The time has come, everyone. But before the warrior selection ceremony begins, let me say a few words."

Dumbledore said,

"First of all, let me introduce them to those friends who don't know them: Mr. Arthur Weasley, Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department (there was fierce applause from the Gryffindor side, Slytherin side, Germany Rakko Malfoy rolled his eyes and snorted), and this is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports."

Ron yelled, "Look, that's my dad!"

Draco turned his face away and said to Goyle and Crabbe: "This is the only time he can show off his father."

Probably feeling that Ron was too embarrassed, Errol made a move to zip up his mouth. The next moment, Ron was horrified to find that his mouth was missing.

His embarrassment immediately caused Gryffindor to burst into laughter.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Weasley have worked tirelessly to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament,"

Dumbledore continued,

"They will form the referee team together with me, Professor Karkaroff and Madam Maxim."

When Dumbledore was teaching Madame Maxime her name, Rubeus Hagrid couldn't help but cast an astonishing look at the tall woman.

He had never seen such a tall woman who matched him so well.

"Okay, Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

No one noticed how long Filch had been in the corner of the hall, walking towards Dumbledore holding a large ancient jeweled box.

The students immediately started talking excitedly.

Filch glanced sideways at the four long tables, and the noise suddenly died down by half. Filch's strong performance over the past week has made his intimidation among the students skyrocket.

"Thank you, Mr. Filch."

Dumbledore motioned to Filch to put the box on the table, and then said:

"Mr. Weasley and Mr. Bagman have already planned the content of the Triwizard Tournament. They have provided three challenges for the warriors,"

"Three challenges will run throughout the school year and will test contestants in different ways - testing their magical talents, courage, reasoning and, of course, ability to deal with danger."

Now the whole hall was silent, and the little wizards pricked up their ears for fear of missing a word.

"As we all know, there will be three contestants."

Dumbledore's voice was very calm and unhurried,

"Each participating school has one warrior. And we will score each player's performance in each competition task. After the three competition tasks are completed, the one with the highest total score wins. And the warrior candidate that everyone cares about most will be selected by an impartial The selfless chooser—chosen by the Goblet of Fire!”

Dumbledore tapped the jeweled box with his wand.

As the lid of the box opened, a simple wooden cup appeared in front of everyone.

If it weren't for the blue-white flames dancing around the edge of the cup, this cup would really be inconspicuous.

Dumbledore then announced the familiar registration method - put the parchment with the school and name on it into the Goblet of Fire. Within twenty-four hours, that is, before Halloween, the Goblet of Fire will select the participating warriors.

Of course, for the safety of students, the seventeen-year-old age line still exists.

Harry and Ron were slightly frustrated, while the twins were eager to try.

Only Errol, holding her chin in her hands, looked at the Goblet of Fire——

Well boy, there's more than one wizard soul trapped in this Goblet of Fire! No wonder he was under the Confusion Curse, and no wonder he was so smart.

But what does this have to do with Errol?

She wasn't going to participate anyway,

At this moment, she was thinking that she would use the time corona to see what she would look like when she grew up when she returned to her dormitory.

When I grow up, will I still overwhelm all sentient beings like Shifang Continent?