The little life of a platinum darling

In the middle of their respective meals, the door of the hall was suddenly opened, and two middle-aged men in robes that looked like formal uniforms entered the hall calmly under the gaze of many people, one on the left and one on the left. On the right sat next to Madam Maxim and Karkaroff.

"People from the Ministry of Magic are here, and I really have the feeling that today is the opening ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament. I've been wondering why the Ministry of Magic hasn't sent anyone yet." Feveret said in a low voice.It is impossible to say that the Ministry of Magic does not send someone to intervene in such a grand event, let alone that this is what they planned to hold.

Draco nodded in a serious manner: "I think so too, how could the Ministry of Magic miss it." Then he looked at Feverett, smiled, and pointed to the corner of his mouth.

Feverret was taken aback, and reached out to touch the place on his face where he was pointing.When the fingertips wiped the corner of the mouth and took it off, a small black pepper was stained.Feverret blushed, wiped his fingers with a towel hastily, and smiled shyly towards Draco.

"But couldn't they have come earlier," Pansy frowned somewhat dissatisfied, "It's really rude to wait until halfway through the meal."

"So, this is the so-called efficiency of the Ministry of Magic. It will never appear in front of you until the last moment." Blaise shrugged and ate the last lamb chop in front of him.

It wasn't long before dessert arrived after the original plates had been cleared.

Fivenret carefully picked a small piece of Black Forest cake that looked very attractive. The cake was sprinkled with a lot of chocolate crumbs and dotted with a few small dark red cherries, which looked very appetizing.The Hogwarts house elves don't have the pure German Black Forest taste, but overall it doesn't disappoint.

After the desserts were slowly settled by the students one by one, Dumbledore on the professor's seat stood up from his seat again under the attention of everyone.His actions made everyone turn their heads and put their eyes on him, excitedly anticipating what he would say later.

"This exciting moment, which we all have been looking forward to for a long time, has finally arrived," Dumbledore raised his voice, and smiled at the faces staring at him. The long-awaited Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. But now I want to explain a few words to everyone before bringing the box in."

"What box?" Feverret asked Draco, frowning.He didn't remember that when he read the original book, he mentioned that there were other boxes in the Triwizard Tournament.Or did he remember wrongly?

"Fool," Draco patted the back of his head stealthily, "that's for the Goblet of Fire. The Triwizard Tournament cannot be without the Goblet of Fire. Otherwise, it's nothing."

Dumbledore was not in a hurry to explain the problem of the box to everyone. He first introduced the two Ministry of Magic officials who came to the hall in the middle of the meal: "This is Mr. Barty Crouch, he It's the Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic." Crouch has always kept a straight face, and he didn't respond when Dumbledore introduced him to everyone. There were some sparse applause below, and there was no Too many reactions. "This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Sports and Sports at the Ministry of Magic." The applause this time was obviously much more than before.Ludo Bagman used to be a batsman for the national team of Quidditch. Although he has retired long ago, his outstanding performance at that time still gave him a lot of fame.He greeted everyone with a cheerful wave, smiling amiably.

"Over the past few months of the school year, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange matters for the Triwizard Tournament. Afterwards, they will join me, Professor Karkaroff, and Together with Madam Maxim, we formed a panel of judges to judge the performance of the warriors in the competition." After introducing the two Ministry of Magic officials to everyone, Dumbledore turned his head and motioned to stand under the shadow of the hall Filch brought the box up.

Filch carefully held a large wooden box inlaid with jewels in his hands - he looked very nervous - walked towards this side with small steps.Then gently placed the box on the table in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled at him gratefully, and then continued: "This year's competition, after our joint consideration, review by the Ministry of Magic, and some necessary arrangements, has been decided to be divided into three projects. These three projects Let us test the warriors from different angles. Their courage, reasoning, and their ability to overcome danger."

There was no sound in the hall, and everyone listened nervously to Dumbledore's speech.

"I believe you have already known through books or other channels that each of the three schools we are present will have a warrior participating in the competition. He, or she, will do his best in the competition to fight for himself and his school." The school wins the honor!" Dumbledore said: "We will fairly grade them based on their performance in each item, and the person with the highest score will be the winner of the Tri-Strong Cup! It is a fair selector, it is the Goblet of Fire!"

With that said, Dumbledore pulled out his wand, tapped the lid of the wooden box in front of him three times, and the lid slowly opened to both sides.He reached into the box and took out a wooden goblet that looked rough.The cup itself doesn't seem very inconspicuous, but there is a beautiful blue-white flame dancing inside.

Dumbledore put the Goblet of Fire on the high platform with both hands: "Those who want to become a warrior need to write their name and the name of the school on a piece of parchment, and then throw it into the flames. Within 24 hours, you can also Just tomorrow—Halloween night, it will select the three candidates it thinks are most suitable to represent the three schools! And tonight, it will be placed in the hall, and all qualified and willing to participate in the competition Everyone can touch it!"

The hall was boiling, and everyone seemed very excited, wishing they could rush up to sign up for themselves immediately.

But Dumbledore cleared his throat and said that he hadn't finished speaking: "However, we all know that this competition is very dangerous, so in order to prevent students under the age from being represented by winning the Triwizard Tournament Tempted by honor, after the Goblet of Fire is placed in the hall, I will draw an age line around it to ensure that no one under the age of 17 can cross it."

"Finally," Dumbledore continued before the students below made dissatisfied voices, "I would like to remind everyone here. Be sure to sign up carefully! You know, as long as you are selected by the Goblet of Fire, you have no chance to quit Now, he must persevere to the end of the game. Therefore, please think twice, and only put your name into the Goblet of Fire if you are sure that you want to participate in the game wholeheartedly. Well, it is almost time for a break , wish everyone good night!" He waved his hand, indicating that everyone can go back to the dormitory.

"Get 17 years old." Draco raised the corners of his mouth and showed a sneer. "So none of our grades will have the opportunity to participate."

"What? Do you want to participate?" Feverret asked him with a frown.It didn't look like Draco would want to participate in such a dangerous competition.As Malfoy's heir, he couldn't risk his life.

"How is that possible, but I thought that the golden boy might participate." Draco smiled, "You can tell by their dejected looks." Since the first grade, he felt that Feiwenruite was very kind to that Potter , Now that the opposing positions are determined, how is the relationship still unchanged? !It's fine to run to the library together all day, and just go to a place where he can't find it!

"How old are you, can you stop looking so childish?" Feverret laughed out loud, every time Harry was involved, Draco seemed to be a 5-year-old child .

The students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons followed their headmaster back to their respective means of transport, where they were presumably spending the evening after their school year.

Feverret and Draco walked back in the direction of Slytherin. Behind them, there seemed to be some conflict between Durmstrang's men and Harry at the door of the hall, but they left, and Feverret also Didn't pay much attention to things over there.Anyway, in Hogwarts, nothing major will happen.

The next day was Saturday, Feveret fell asleep in Draco's arms until he woke up naturally.After giving Draco a good morning kiss that satisfied both of them, he got out of bed and got dressed to leave the dormitory.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the dormitory, he heard some unscrupulous laughter in the lounge.

"What's the matter?" He asked the Slytherins who were talking together with interest.

"Chief," several people stood up, first bowed to him, and then laughed as if they couldn't help it, "a few guys who didn't know what to do in the morning drank aging potion, trying to deceive Dumbledore The age line drawn by Lido threw his name into the Goblet of Fire, but unfortunately he didn't succeed, instead he turned into a few old men with wrinkled beards and beards all over their faces!"

Favenret shrugged noncommittally, turned and left the lounge.

It was already past breakfast time, and he was going to the kitchen to get himself and Draco something to eat.Drop by the foyer to join in the fun.Although they could just stay in the dormitory and let the house elves bring them food, but as the chief, Fivenret still felt that it was better to come out and have a look.In Slytherin, the prefect is responsible for guidance, while the chief is responsible for management, but in fact the status of the prefect is still a little higher than that of the chief. On relatively large matters, the chief still has to consult the prefect to make a decision.

Feverret raised the corners of his mouth, shook his hands and walked towards the hall. He wanted to try whether he could cross the age line set by Dumbledore.