Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The Goblet of Fire began to jump and burn one after another, becoming particularly active.

The second piece of parchment was quickly pushed out of the cup by the flames.

"The champion of Beauxbatons is!" Dumbledore said loudly, "Fleur Delacour!"

A beautiful girl stood up from the Ravenclaw table. Her silver hair stood out in the darkness, like a light butterfly, passing through the aisle between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. passed.

There were faint stabbing sobs from the Ravenclaw table.

Claudia still had the leisure and elegance to hand a handkerchief to the long table behind her.

"I thought you might need this."

Helles glared at her.

The girl sitting at the Ravenclaw table quickly looked up from her sobs, turned around, took the silver-rimmed handkerchief, and whispered her thanks.

"The days are long, miss." She nodded politely at her. The girl rubbed her handkerchief and seemed to be in a better mood.

"Do you still have the heart to see these?"

"I just happened to have an idea..." Claudia responded to her in a low voice, "You don't want to be seen crying around us for a while, right? Miss?"

"That's right." Helles turned his head back.

The Goblet of Fire quickly turned red again.

A third piece of parchment flew out of the flames.

It's a piece of burnt paper.

"..." Dumbledore did not read the name immediately, and anyone could understand the reason for the sudden stop.

The parchment was burnt black and almost turned into a piece of coke.

"...Potter..." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, "Cologne..."

"There is no such person." Dumbledore gathered the paper in the palm of his hand, "There is no such person in Hogwarts."

he said affirmatively.

"Are you sure?" Karkaroff stood up, "Porter Cologne!"

No one at the four long tables stood up.

In less than a second, another piece of paper flew out.

"The Goblet of Fire never makes mistakes!" Karkaroff sat back unhappily and began to look around. Dumbledore had no choice but to hand him the dark paper and look at the new paper in his hand again.

Karkaroff didn't see it clearly. He had never seen such a thing. He slapped the crispy piece on the table, which made it break even more seriously.

Snape glanced at the paper, which made his mouth purse, but his expression soon returned to normal.

"Champion of Hogwarts!" Dumbledore breathed out, "Cedric Diggory!"

The Hufflepuff students began to scream loudly.

"Alas..." Helles sighed, "I should have thought of it earlier."

"The Goblet of Fire must be broken." Hellus said unhappily, "Or maybe he is old and confused."

Cedric stood up from the Hufflepuff long table, and his friends rushed to shake his hand. He looked very excited. He turned his head and raised a brow at Claudnia, looking very high-spirited.

Claudia clapped too, and she laughed too.

"Great!" It took a long time for Dumbledore to calm down the students from their excitement. "Okay, now that our three warriors have been selected, I know that I can completely trust you all. Including other students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, you will definitely go all out to support your warriors. By cheering for the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event... "

Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and everyone saw what attracted his attention.

The flame in the Goblet of Fire turned red again, and sparks burst out.

A long tongue of fire suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was held up on it.

As if subconsciously, Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand and grabbed the parchment.

He held it far away and stared at the name written on it.

There was a long silence as Dumbledore stared at the note in his hand. Everyone in the auditorium stared at Dumbledore.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore said loudly.

There was an uproar.

No one would not know his name, or in other words, no British wizard would not know this name.

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on the top of Griffin's long table.

Helles did not.

"I've said it before." Hellas raised his head proudly, "I've said it before, the Goblet of Fire must be in disrepair. Dumbledore shouldn't use a broken object as a prop for an important competition!"

"I don't think Dumbledore is stingy to this extent. If a magic object is damaged, there will be many signs. If there is no error in the magic circle, there will be no error." Claudia answered her question, "Physics It will not damage the magic circle, unless the magic power supply is insufficient - but this is impossible to happen."

"Which one?" Lorenz wanted to stand up and take a closer look.

"Lorenz!" Rodolfo pulled him down.

"I'm very curious - the legendary savior of Britain..."

...

Harry remained frozen in his seat.

"He looked surprised." Amelia whispered in surprise, "Why don't you go up? What will happen next?"

Yeah, what's going on? Although Harry Potter was very interested, he could never fool Dumbledore's magic. He never thought about actually participating in this game that might cost him his life.

Claudia felt that things were getting more complicated.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore urged loudly again, "Harry! Please come here!"