[HP] The Elegance of the Night

For the next week, I seemed to hear people talking about the Triwizard Tournament everywhere I went.The castle was thoroughly cleaned, a few dirty portraits were scrubbed clean from their frames to the characters inside, the armor in the corridors was suddenly polished, and anyone who forgot to shine their shoes was heard by the administrator Mr. Filch's roar.

On the morning of October 10, the auditorium was decorated overnight.Huge silk banners of the four houses hung on the walls, the Hogwarts coat of arms hanging high on the largest banner behind the teachers' desks.

"I can't wait." The words of a little wizard touched the hearts of many people.There was an unprecedented joy in the air that day, and no one was paying attention to the lectures.When the bell rang early, the deans of each college gathered their students and lined up in front of the castle.

"How do you think they will come? By train or with a portkey?" The little wizards whispered to each other, the sun gradually set, and the white moon hung dimly over the Forbidden Forest.

"Why don't you come?" On this cold evening, the little wizards were trembling half because of the weather and half because of excitement.

Just then, a huge powder-blue carriage drawn by twelve winged horses flew towards them, and Beauxbaton's representative arrived!

The handsome witch, who was almost as tall as Hagrid, stretched out a shiny black high-heeled shoe and stepped down from the carriage. She smiled gracefully, and there were many luxurious opals shining on her neck and thick fingers.Madam Maxim stretched out a gleaming hand to Dumbledore, and the tall and thin old man stepped forward to kiss his hand and said welcome words.

"My student." Madame Maxime waved her huge hand carelessly behind her.

After exchanging greetings with Dumbledore, she led the students into the castle.For the Beauxbatons living on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea in France, the weather here is a bit cold, and their exquisite silk robes are not enough to resist the cold.

The teachers and students of Hogwarts were still waiting for the representatives of Durmstrang School in the cold wind. Fortunately, they also appeared not long after.When everyone looked up at the sky and thought that they would also ride across the sky in a huge carriage pulled by flying horses, huge water splashed on the lake in front of Hogwarts Castle.A magnificent ship rose out of the water, shining brightly in the moonlight.When Durmstrang's representatives disembarked, it became clear that they were tall because of their tangled fur cloaks.

"Dumbledore! How are you, my dear old chap?" the leading man shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the slope. s hair.When the headmaster of Durmstrang motioned for a student with a cold to enter the castle, it sparked murmurs among the Hogwarts students.

"Igil—it's Krum!" Draco excitedly poked Igil's arm vigorously. He didn't expect to meet his idol here: the young Bulgarian team Seeker. "Have you brought your quill, Igil, I want him to sign it!"

"No, maybe you can borrow a lipstick from Pansy?" Igil cast a straight face on the girls who were arguing over a lipstick, and they wanted Krum to sign their names on their hats .

"Oh, maybe there's some other way," said Draco, and when the Durmstrang representatives followed Dumbledore into the hall, Draco invited them to the few vacant seats at the Slytherin table. superior.

"Krum, it's great to meet you, I'm your loyal Quidditch fan, and I have collected all your posters and game record crystals." Draco looked proud because he could talk to his idol Yangyang, the envious glances from the dining tables of other colleges made him raise his chin high.

Krum took off his fur cloak to reveal the blood-red robes he was wearing underneath. He looked up at the dark, star-studded ceiling with interest. When Draco talked to him, his accent seemed a little weird. There is also an interest in golden plates and goblets.

It wasn't until the administrator Filch added four chairs to the classroom mat that Igil found an excuse to distract Draco from the topic that Draco had been talking about since he took his seat.

"Draco, do you know who the other two vacant chairs are for?"

"Huh?" Draco replied vaguely, his eyes still on Krum.Dumbledore announced the start of the banquet, and the plates in front of everyone were full of food as usual.This time, there are several foreign-style dishes specially prepared for guests from afar.

"Draco, look at that girl." Igil said, the representatives of Beauxbatons sitting at the Ravenclaw table had already taken off their tightly wrapped scarves and headscarves, and one of the witches was simply beautiful, She has a pair of big blue eyes and a mouthful of white and neat teeth. Her appearance makes the boys around her speechless. Her long silver hair, which hangs down to her waist and looks like a waterfall, stands out in the light. Shining brightly below.Draco's attention was finally taken away from Krum now.

"She has Veela blood." Draco stared at the girl in Beauxbatons with light eyes, and the eyes of many boys followed her, and some of them seemed to have become speechless for a while, "Do you think she Isn't it beautiful, Igil?"

"Yes, very charming." With a smile on the corner of Igil's mouth, he sliced ​​his steak calmly.After that, Draco became less interested in talking to his idol, and the few times Krum offered to talk to him, he acted absent-minded.

The two vacancies at the faculty table were filled during the opening. Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch were representatives from the Ministry of Magic. They were sitting next to the principals of the two schools. referee.

When the food on the golden plates was emptied, Dumbledore stood up. When he introduced the guests who came to the school this time, Igil kept clutching his wrist. The little green snake smelled the aroma of the food and disappeared into the Writhing restlessly in the air, it hasn't had time to eat anything yet.

[Don't worry, you are allowed to go to the kitchen tonight] As a last resort, Igil put his wrist to his mouth as if he was tidying up his broken hair.He whispered in a cold snake language.

"Mr. Filch, please bring up the box." Dumbledore said to the administrator after introducing the matters related to the Triwizard Tournament.What Filch had brought up was a large, old-looking, jewel-encrusted wooden box.The students watched with fascination and discussed enthusiastically.Dumbledore emphasized again that in this game, the warrior opened the box calmly after going through all kinds of tests——a large and roughly carved wooden goblet was displayed in front of everyone. It's unremarkable, but it's full of beating blue-white flames.

Now they have 24 hours to sign up and put the parchment with the school and name written on it into the cup. Tomorrow, which is Halloween night, the goblet will select the names of the three students that it thinks best represent the three schools.

"Igil, are you really not going to sign up?" Early the next morning, Draco carefully wrote his gorgeous cursive words on a piece of parchment exuding a faint rose perfume, "You were with me that day. Moody is speaking out of anger, right? Think about it, if the Triwizard Tournament has been suspended for nearly a century, if you are selected as a warrior..."

"I won't participate. Draco, if possible, I hope you don't sign up either." Igil rubbed his eyes and lazily got up from the bed.Today is Saturday and there are no classes, but few people will stay in bed like him today.

"Why? Although I know you don't care much about these things, you haven't fought with me for being the chief, but if you are selected this time, it will be included in the school history!" Draco couldn't understand the passive sabotage of his roommates , "If you allow people from the other three academies to qualify as warriors, Igil, you will regret it."

"This is a deadly match, Draco!" Igil exclaimed, and then he commented on his words, "—I mean, you should have heard Dumbledore's introduction at the beginning of school In the Triwizard Tournament, the death toll is too many."

"Some people die every year because of Quidditch, but no one stops the game because of it. If you are afraid because of this reason," Draco folded the parchment with the name on it and stuffed it into his pocket, "I Jill, when I went to sign up for the school Quidditch team, you should have stopped me."

it's different...

Igil wisely shut up and stopped the topic, and the two of them wouldn't feel happy talking about it any longer, and maybe when something happened to the Hogwarts warriors, Draco would understand that his current concerns were not groundless.

Although it took some time, compared with previous weekends, Igil arrived at the hall for breakfast much earlier.However, there was already a circle of registered students in the foyer, and the number continued to increase.

"All the representatives from Durmstrang have signed up." Pansy fanned her small fan bordered by the gold thread and walked towards them, "Before you came, our prefects and the president of the student union took the lead in voting for the names. go in."

"Very well, I'm planning to do that too." Draco took out his parchment and threw it into the burning goblet. When the parchment fell into the blue-white flames, the flames quickly turned red and burst out. A little spark.

At this time, Madame Maxime followed her students into the hall, and Beauxbaton's students lined up and threw their names into the flames in an orderly manner.

"You say, what will happen to those who are not selected? Return to school, or stay to watch the game?" Blaise looked obsessively at the charming silver-haired girl from Beauxbaton School.

"I hope they go back to school." Draco and Pansy said these words almost at the same time.

"Be careful, Potter!" Moody's voice came from behind, Harry Potter fell in front of the hall, Professor Moody was grabbing Harry's right wrist to lift the boy from the ground, but He gripped so hard that Harry's fingers were completely useless, and a piece of parchment floated to the ground and flew away.

"Thank you, Professor, I can do it myself." Harry patted the robe on his body, and Moody had already summoned the parchment to his hand with the Flying Charm, and by turning around with difficulty, he hid it and hid it. The parchment in the loose sleeve made the switch.

"Are you going to sign up, Potter?" Moody handed the boy the parchment with the Confusion Charm on it.

"Yes, thank you." Harry took the parchment and thanked him. He looked around, "Someone cast a Weak Leg Curse on me just now, I didn't fall by myself."

"Oh?" Moody raised his voice abruptly. "If only I knew who was playing a prank!" His magic eye rolled up and down, and Harry waved his hand quickly.

"Forget it, I'm fine." He walked to the Goblet of Fire and threw the parchment into it, followed by Ron.Hermione obviously felt that the fourth year students knew very few spells, and she didn't sign up, and neither did Ellie.Draco snorted coldly as they passed by.Ron turned his head in the direction of Moody not far away, and grinned at Draco.

Ferret... He spit out the word silently, and Draco's expression darkened immediately.The platinum-haired boy quickly opened and closed his lips to fight back. Although Igil didn't hear what he said, Ron's face darkened immediately.

In the evening, the Goblet of Fire had been moved to the staff table. Although the house elves had carefully prepared sumptuous dishes for the Halloween dinner, they still couldn't stop the people in the auditorium from looking out, with anxious expressions on every face.

Finally, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent.He took out his wand and swung it broadly.Immediately, all the candles except the pumpkin lanterns were extinguished.The auditorium suddenly fell into a semi-dark state, only the Goblet of Fire was shining brightly.

"The champion of Durmstrang is Viktor Krum." Dumbledore spoke clearly and powerfully, as a piece of charred parchment spewed out from the tongue of fire in the goblet.

"The warrior of Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!" The girl with Veela blood flicked her silver hair and walked lightly between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables past.

The Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks sputtered, tongues of flame shot high into the air, and Dumbledore drew a third parchment from the tip of the flames.At this time, everyone was nervously staring at Dumbledore's mouth shape, and Draco squeezed Igil's arm tightly, chanting words.

"Hero of Hogwarts," cried Dumbledore, "it's Draco Malfoy!"

The cheers from the Slytherin table were deafening.Every Slytherin was clapping, screaming, stomping, and Draco let go of Igil's arm and walked over with a big smile.Yigil didn't applaud. He looked at the burning Goblet of Fire and widened his eyes in horror.

"Great! Now our three warriors have been selected." Dumbledore said happily and loudly, but Igil knew that the parchment that was crumpled in Dumbledore's hand at this time was definitely not because he was too aggressive. Excited.

At this time, the flame in the goblet turned red again, and it selected the fourth player of the Triwizard Tournament-Harry Potter.Among the crowd that suddenly fell silent, Igil sighed heavily with complicated emotions.