if i am not me

October 31st is destined to be a lively day, and almost everyone is talking about those who have signed up all day long.Whether you're in the common room, on the Quidditch pitch, on the hunting grounds or by the lake, you hear a lot about them.

Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory is said to be one of the most promising candidates, and Durmstrang's Krum is rumored to be Karkaroff's secret weapon.For Beauxbaton, everyone has their own supporters. After all, for Beauxbaton, who is all girls, everyone seems to pay more attention to their looks than their own superb skills.

After all the people finally made it to the evening banquet, everyone felt that the time for eating seemed a little too long.

Perhaps it was because this was the second feast within two days, so everyone did not pay attention to the exquisite food, including Harry, who had always been calm, and they just looked forward to that moment.After all, the temptation of the Warriors is too great, and they really want to know who will get the three final places.

Finally, all the golden dinner plates disappeared on the already clean and tidy table, and the noise in the hall continued unabated, because everyone knew that the most exciting moment had finally arrived.

Dumbledore stood up abruptly, and in an instant, all voices disappeared completely, and everyone quietly waited for his next speech.

"I believe that everyone has the same expectation as me. Well, I won't be long-winded, let's start." Dumbledore said with a smile, "In 1 minute, we will welcome the first warrior. And the students who become warriors Please enter the back room, where you will receive your first instructions."

After finishing speaking, he quickly waved his wand, and in an instant, the auditorium was darkened, only the candle placed in the carved pumpkin was still faintly emitting a faint yellow light, but it set off the only dazzling light in the hall. The Goblet of Fire became more and more dazzling.

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on the dancing blue-white flames, and regardless of whether their eyes were stinging from the dazzling light or not, they just stared at the Goblet of Fire intently, without blinking their eyes.Of course, some people put their eyes on the pocket watch in their hands and began to count down silently.

Taking a deep breath, Blaise stared at the pointer on the pocket watch tightly, and said to the people around him in a somewhat hoarse voice, "There are still 10 seconds... 9... 8... 7..."

Following his voice, a small countdown began to appear in the hall, "4...3...2..."

"It's here!" In an instant, the blue-white flame in the Goblet of Fire in the center of the hall suddenly turned bright red, and the tongue of flame suddenly expanded, almost reaching the ceiling.After a burst of brilliant jumps, amidst the exclamation of the crowd, the first burnt parchment slowly fell from the flames, and was finally gently pinched by Dumbledore in his hand.

This is the first piece of parchment, representing the first quota. All eyes are on Dumbledore's hand, and in the anticipation of everyone, he sees the blue-white flame that has turned back into the Goblet of Fire. read, "The warriors of Durmstrang—"

"Victor Krum!"

Hearing his own name, Krum didn't seem to be surprised. There was an obvious smile on his usually gloomy face, and his tall physique made people feel that he was a warrior for granted.The corner of his mouth curled up to accept the congratulations and blessings from several Durmstrang students sitting beside him, as well as Drake and others, he got up and left the Slytherin table, and nodded to Karkaroff who was clapping vigorously After that, he went straight to the designated room at the end of the hall.

When his back disappeared behind the closed brown wooden door, the roaring applause gradually stopped, and everyone's attention returned to the Goblet of Fire.Perhaps it was because of the first foreshadowing. After another round of countdown, no one showed surprise when the flame turned red. They just watched the second piece of parchment fall steadily on the ground with wide eyes. In the hands of Dumbledore, waiting for the announcement of the second warrior.

"The warrior of Beauxbatons - Fleur Delacour!"

There was another round of applause, this time the movement was even more violent than the last time, because of the man who became a warrior.

When Ron saw the person standing up from the Ravenclaw table, he couldn't help opening his mouth in surprise, "It's her!" That girl was as beautiful as Veela.

At this time, Ron was in the same mood as many boys. They didn't expect that she, who was so beautiful, would have the ability to become a warrior, so while they were excited, they also slapped their palms red.

Hearing this, Hermione also looked at the beautiful figure who stood up, and a slight movement flashed in her always calm eyes.She really didn't expect that this rather delicate looking girl is not only not a vase, but actually has some real skills.But soon, her eyes left Fu Rong who was smiling slowly and confidently, and turned to look at the other girls who were sitting next to Fu Rong Delacour.The appearance of them holding back their tears at this time can indeed arouse the pity of many people, and at the same time, it also arouses the feelings of some people.

Fleur Delacour obviously didn't care about the faint weeping sound coming from her side. She didn't stop at all. After paying a respectful salute to Madame Maxime who was standing beside Dumbledore , she straightened her back and strolled towards that room.As a matter of course, she inadvertently took away a few more hearts full of love.

And when Furong's back disappeared behind the door, the people who reluctantly turned their heads became quiet again.At this time, the hall also fell into the most silent moment - because the next warrior who appeared would belong to Hogwarts.

The Goblet of Fire turned red again, almost all Hogwarts students held their breath, and they all seemed to hear their own "thud-thud" heartbeats.The tongue of flames began to leap, and several golden lights burst out fiercely, rising and rolling along with the flying flames, and finally fell slowly. The third piece of parchment finally floated down.

Dumbledore pinched the last piece of parchment, and after seeing the name on it, he quickly blinked his eyes hidden behind the lens.

"Heroes of Hogwarts—" Dumbledore read slowly but clearly, and at this moment, Ron's eyes widened suddenly, Fred and George leaned forward slightly, and Digory's handsome face was also covered with fine beads of sweat.

At this moment, almost everyone who put their name in the Goblet of Fire hoped that their own name would be written on that piece of paper.

Finally, Dumbledore's resonant voice announced the final answer, "Draco Malfoy!"

"what?"

Countless gasps sounded, as if he couldn't believe that he heard the name.It wasn't Diggory, it wasn't Flint, it wasn't Wood, it wasn't Longbottom, it wasn't even Weasley... The warrior selected for the Goblet of Fire was actually that Slytherin who was only in the fourth grade!

After hearing that name, Digory slumped back on the chair and closed his eyes. He thought, he really needs to calm down.Ron, Neville and the twins were also surprised, but although they were also a little jealous and unwilling, the loss in their hearts was quickly replaced by joy.After all, Draco was their best friend.

The uncoordinated voices were quickly drowned out by the cheers. People gradually accepted this fact and began to applaud their warriors.Especially Slytherin House, who have always paid attention to elegance, lost their usual hidden reserve at this time. They screamed and stamped their feet, just because the Hogwarts warriors came from Slytherin.This pride even softened Snape's usually gloomy facial features.

Draco was slightly shocked when he heard his name, but then, a pair of warm hands kept him calm.Looking at Harry who was smiling brightly at him, what Draco got was the encouragement in those blue eyes, and the proud look because of him.Smiling proudly, Draco tightened their intertwined fingers, and stood up amid the laughter of Slytherin and the slightly complicated applause of other houses.

After giving a perfect aristocratic salute to Dumbledore and others, Draco walked towards the room with slow but elegant steps.Without the vague urgency of the previous two, he appeared unusually calm, but no one knew, in fact, he just wanted to know whether the Goblet of Fire would change.

However, no matter how slowly he walked, the door behind him always isolated him from the noise of the outside world.Everything was still normal until he entered the door. Of course, this was for the Goblet of Fire.He didn't miss the surprise that flashed in the eyes of Krum and Fleur when they saw him, nor did he miss the scorn they inadvertently showed.

Drake still maintained a smile, but at this time he also put on his aristocratic mask.The innate noble temperament quickly made Fleur restrain her disdain, while Krum hid himself back in the shadow after nodding to him, so that people could not see him clearly. expression.It was just a face-to-face meeting, and Draco could no longer feel the sense of exclusion from them just now.After all, neither of them was stupid. Although they despised him at first because of his age, they knew better that the boy in front of him was chosen by the fairest Goblet of Fire to represent Hogwarts, and he was a qualified opponent for them.

For the rest of the time, the three of them didn't look at each other, each occupied a space and waited for the referees to arrive.Quietly leaning against the cold wall next to the fireplace, Draco did not sit down, but looked at the portraits on the wall by the reddish light of the fireplace.It's just that no one knows, in fact, the corner of his eye has never left the door for even half a minute.

The air in the room condensed like this until the door that isolated the outside world was opened again.

The first person to walk in was Dumbledore, followed by Karkaroff and Madam Maxime, followed by Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman.The faces of these people were either joyful or serious, but these were not what Draco cared about, he was even a little absent-minded about the next speech, just because he was pleasantly surprised to find that there was no Neville behind them.