Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Dumbledore pulled his wand out from his pocket and waved it gently.

In an instant, the candlelight in the auditorium suddenly went out, leaving a few pumpkin lanterns swaying in the semi-darkness, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

As the young wizards watched with bated breath, the flame of the Goblet of Fire rose rapidly, and the blue-white flame illuminated the dim hall as if it were daytime.

In an instant, the blue-white flames turned into a blazing red, sparks flew everywhere, and drew several brief bright marks in the air.

Along with a tongue of fire, a curled piece of parchment was spat out.

Dumbledore took the note steadily, paused for a moment, glanced at the expectant students, and slowly read out the name on it.

"The first champion of Durmstrang has appeared," his voice was loud and clear, "Viktor Krum."

There was a burst of warm applause at the Slytherin table, and many people at the tables of other colleges also followed suit.

These are all loyal fans of Krum. They were so excited when they heard Krum's name, as if they were chosen as warriors themselves.

Krum waved his fist vigorously, jumped up from his seat, and then, under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, walked into the waiting room in a heroic manner.

After watching Krum leave, the rest of the Durmstrang students stared at the Goblet of Fire, hoping that their names would be the next.

Soon, the second piece of parchment was sent out by the flames.

"Drmstrang—Christin Helgason."

As Dumbledore spoke, a heroic girl stood up. With an expression of joy that could not be concealed, she walked quickly towards the waiting room.

Next up is the third Durmstrang warrior.

"Tobias Vesta."

Over the next period of time, the Goblet of Fire continued to spit out parchments with signatures on them.

Fleur Delacour, Jacques Dupont, and Camille Monet of Beauxbatons.

The three warriors stood up one by one and walked gracefully into the room next to the auditorium to rest.

However, when Furong walked through the hall, her tall figure, silver hair, and light steps once again attracted the attention of all the students.

Next up are the warriors of Ilvermorny: Carl Johnson, Megan Smith and Nick Brown.

When the three stood up, the headmaster of Ilvermorny was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. It was obvious that these three students met his expectations.

"Here are the warriors of Uajadu," Dumbledore called out, "Musa... Bakari... Amusu."

The warriors of Uagadu stood up. This was the first team consisting of three men, two of whom were extremely tall and looked even stronger than Krum.

The third person was much shorter, with a pair of bright eyes and looked very clever.

They hugged each other, shouted two slogans that no one could understand, and then walked together to the room behind the professor's seat.

"Finally, let us welcome the warriors of Hogwarts." Dumbledore smiled and accurately caught the falling parchment.

The young wizards at Hogwarts held their breath, not daring to even breathe, for fear that they would not be able to hear clearly what Dumbledore said.

They had been waiting all night and finally it was their school's turn.

"The first champion," Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, "Harry Potter!"

There was a deafening cheer, so loud that it almost blew the ceiling apart.

The Harry Potter fan support group, led by the Colin brothers, shouted slogans in unison.

"Harry, Harry, you're the best, like Mars hitting the Earth!"

"Harry Potter, the greatest warrior in our hearts!"

"come on, come on, come on!"

This time, no one questioned Harry like in the original book, and no one was surprised that Harry became a warrior.

After all, no one would be so tactless as to question the person with the highest win rate and the most dazzling record in the canyon.

In the eyes of the young wizards, it was natural for Harry to become a warrior. It would be a conspiracy if he was not selected.

"Congratulations, Harry." Hermione said with a smile.

"I knew you could do it, buddy." Ron also patted Harry's shoulder.

"Thank you, good luck to you too, Ron." Amid everyone's blessings, Harry stood up, glanced in the direction of Slytherin, and then slowly walked towards the professor's seat.

As he passed the professor's seat, he saw Snape clapping expressionlessly, his eyes showing both relief and deep worry.

"Harry," Mia said, tears welling in her eyes, and she gave a thumbs up, "Your mother would be proud of you."

"Go ahead, Harry," Sebastian pointed to the door next to him, "Go and have a rest and calm down."

Sebastian was not at all surprised that Harry was chosen as the warrior.

Over the past three years, Harry has never been deprived of all kinds of rare potions and supplements. In Sebastian's opinion, Harry's magic power is undoubtedly the best.

Coupled with the one-on-one tutoring every summer vacation, the boy's practical level is even more outstanding.

After watching Harry walk into the room, Sebastian leaned back in his chair with a satisfied look on his face.

However, no one knew that his satisfaction was not because Harry became a warrior, but because he finally found the trace of Barty Jr.

Since the banquet ended last night, Sebastian had arranged for the house-elves to help keep an eye on the Goblet of Fire and to record everyone who approached the Goblet of Fire.

As a result, after arriving at school today, I learned from the elves' feedback that no one approached the Goblet of Fire last night.

Several suspects, such as Moody, Crouch, and Ludo, have never appeared.

After his covert inspection during the day, there were no traces of any spells on the Goblet of Fire.

This result made Sebastian lose confidence. He thought Voldemort and Barty Jr. were not going to take action in the championship.

As a result, the moment Harry's name appeared, Barty Crouch's emotions fluctuated abnormally.

There was happiness, a strong sense of malice, and also a sense of relief.

This is definitely Barty Jr. pretending to be someone else. If it was Barty Sr. controlled by the Imperius Curse, he wouldn't have so many complicated emotions.

interesting!

It was remarkable that he had managed to hold back until now from showing any ill will towards Harry.

If it weren't for this emotional fluctuation, I really wouldn't have discovered any flaws.

Also, how dare this guy not do anything? Isn't he afraid that Harry will be eliminated?

Or is it that Harry's record in the Dueling Gym is too famous, and Voldemort heard about it and asked Little Barty to remain unchanged in the face of all kinds of changes?

No wonder I feel relieved now.

Anyone who saw this smile that came from the heart would feel that the other person was happy for Hogwarts.

In addition to Little Batty showing his chicken feet, there was another person whose reaction was beyond Sebastian's expectations.

That is the headmaster of Durmstrang - Igor Karkaroff.