[Comprehensive] Road to Trench

Although she expressed her desire for the Sorcerer's Stone in the principal's office, in fact Alex just mentioned it and didn't really plan to participate in the Triwizard Tournament—she still had a bunch of unfinished schedules, Adding the status of a player in the Triwizard Tournament is really too busy for the doppelganger.

Mikhail knew a little bit about the ongoing project activities in her notebook, just in case he asked Alex again after leaving the principal's office if he really wanted the Philosopher's Stone, he would definitely have to participate in the competition , if Alex wants, as long as he wins.

Anyway, whatever Alex wanted, he took it and gave it to her—whether it was the country or the people, it didn’t make any difference, since he was brought back to the surface by Alex from that dark underground world Afterwards, in his world, there was nothing comparable to Alex.

"No need!" Hearing his question, Alex gave him a strange look, "Even if you give it to me, I don't have time to study it now."

Therefore, when the parchment spit out by the Goblet of Fire fell into Dumbledore's hand, and the white-haired headmaster glanced at the name written on the parchment, with a look of helplessness on his face, Alex was still wondering what could make him feel better. When their headmaster looked like that, she heard her full name magically resound throughout the auditorium:

"Hero of Hogwarts," he said aloud, "is Alexandra Barnes!"

On the four long tables, students belonging to Hogwarts looked at each other.

The Beauxbaton and Durmstrang students who were clapping looked at the Hogwarts students sitting around in confusion. How could this moment of applause and cheers that should be blessing the warrior, as a member of the warrior's college? The students reacted... so coldly?

"Alexandra Barnes..." Several Durmstrang students sitting in a relatively remote corner lowered their heads and asked their friends, "Have you ever heard of this name?"

They have already lived in Hogwarts for some time, and they have heard the names of the influential figures among several colleges, such as the Quidditch captain, the male and female student council presidents, and the prefects of various colleges, but there is no one named this First names—not even last names.

"No." A person whispered back, "This surname does not belong to the ancient wizard family."

The other party was either a half-blood, or a young wizard of pure Muggle origin.

But even in Durmstrang, when a little half-blood wizard was selected as a warrior, Durmstrang's students would not make such a move that could almost be regarded as hostile to the chosen person—— Judging from the behavior of an adult, he would only look at them with a sneer and contempt, saying that he was proud of his identity as a pure-blood, but lost to the person he looked down upon, and he didn't want to think about how to catch up with the gap and win the opponent, but acted so naively. An embarrassing move, is this the so-called pride of pure blood?

Last year, when a half-blood wizard student defeated many opponents and successfully ascended to the No. 1 throne in the fifth grade, what they said when they wanted to beat up the student after the game but was caught on the spot by Mihail-sama still remains true today. deep in their hearts.

Hogwarts, where the campus atmosphere is obviously much easier than Durmstrang, will such a thing happen?

But soon, they also realized something, the applause stopped sparsely, and a strange silence began to fill the auditorium.

In the silence, the sound of the silk robe passing by was so obvious.

——On the long table belonging to Hogwarts Hufflepuff, a petite girl with silver hair stood up.

The coat of arms representing the school year on her body clearly shows that this girl with long curly silver hair like moonlight and deep and beautiful blue-purple eyes like cornflowers is a second-year student.

12 is old.

After a brief silence, there were small and fragmented discussions below, like a swarm of bees wandering around a flower bush:

"That's right, Barnes?"

"Barnes is very powerful, yes, but... the Goblet of Fire... will be very dangerous..."

"Is there something wrong? I didn't see the first and second graders sign up for the Goblet of Fire!"

This is really... While thinking about whether this is the will of the big universe or why she feels that there are always miscellaneous things on her head, Alex smiled brightly at the worried seniors: "Only I don't have applause ?"

——Although it was a very healing smile, in the eyes of everyone who was familiar with her junior, it seemed as if they saw a large number of Widowmaker blooming behind the silver-haired junior who was disturbing her meditation in the past...

The sense of trembling came before consciousness, and everyone on the long Hufflepuff table resolutely put aside the doubts in their minds about "Alex has been with us all this time and never saw her approach the Goblet of Fire". Come on: This is their Hogwarts champion!

Emotions were affected, and the applause from the four long tables resounded throughout the auditorium, even more enthusiastic than when Beauxbaton's warrior was selected before. On the long table of Gryffindor, the red-haired twins still whistled loudly , sent the silver-haired little girl all the way into the player room.

Dumbledore pressed his hand, and finally pressed down the applause of the whole hall. At this moment, the Goblet of Fire spat out a third note: "Durmstrang's warrior, Michael G. Grindelwald!"

The blond boy stood up gracefully and walked quickly into the player room.

Dumbledore nodded inconspicuously, and when he was about to announce the next matter, the flame in the Goblet of Fire swelled high again, spewing out a piece of parchment with charred edges.

Alex passed through the auditorium and entered a small room with only Beauxbaton's warrior in it, Edward Mothan, a man with fair hair and scarlet eyes, and a pale face that seemed not to touch the sun. skinned young wizard.

The fire was burning brightly, and the chill brought by the aisle was expelled from her skin. Alex greeted the Beauxbaton warrior who came in first, and rubbed against the fireplace.

Seeing the young girl walking in, Edward Moissan showed a surprised expression, but he did not forget to respond friendly, but the doubt in his heart lingered: Looking at the school uniform she was wearing, could this be Hogwarts? warrior?

The oldest magic school in Britain has fallen to the point where it can only let the Goblet of Fire choose a second-year student?

He felt a little sad.

Soon, Durmstrang's warrior also walked in. As he expected, it was that Grindelwald—this is quite normal, and he also wanted to know, with this Grindelwald, is the Goblet of Fire still alive? Who can you choose over him?

The two seemed to know each other, the blond boy who came in a step behind also greeted him, and then sat next to the silver-haired girl.

Looking at the position in this way, he was squeezed out instead.

And it was squeezed out more than a little.

Edward Mothan subconsciously turned his gaze away, not wanting to see Grindelwald over there smiling and smoothing out the messy hair of the girl beside him.

Not long after, footsteps came from the aisle again. This time it was a Hogwarts student who pushed the door open. Alex raised his head when he heard the sound, and was stunned: "Harry?"

Harry seemed to have received a huge shock, and he hadn't recovered yet. When Alex called him, he was still in a daze, and only responded reflexively.

Immediately afterwards, the door behind was pushed open, and a large group of people walked in, and the small room was suddenly full of people.

The voices of discussions and arguments between several Ministry of Magic officials and the principals of the three major colleges, in Harry's ears, seemed to come through water, distant and indistinct.

"Harry... Harry..."

It seemed that someone kept mentioning his name, but Harry didn't think about it. His thoughts were still stuck in the moment when Dumbledore pronounced his name in the auditorium just now. His friend looked at him from all directions in the auditorium with a stunned expression. The look in his eyes, which seemed to say that he did something against the rules to have his name spewed out of the Goblet of Fire...

"Harry!"

The sound that seemed to be exploding in his ears and the forceful slap on his shoulders made him shiver, and he finally pulled out his thoughts from it. His distracted eyes focused, and he saw the silver-haired man with his hands on his shoulders in front of him, with a serious expression on his face. girl.

He murmured out his friend's name: "Alex..."

"It's me, you seem to have lost your soul somewhere, do you want me to try spiritualism?" Alex seemed to be completely unaware that her powerful slap just now woke Harry up, and at the same time Interrupted the words of Principal Durmstrang, who was filled with righteous indignation and demanded that the Goblet of Fire choose two warriors for each school, and even made the whole room quiet. Now the only voice in the room is her voice, "I recently I just learned it from an oriental wizard. It is said that after their child’s frightened soul flew away from the body, they used this spell to call back the frightened soul—a small witchcraft that ordinary people can use. Haven't tried it!"

"I think he's dazed with joy!" Durmstrang's headmaster, Karkaroff, snorted coldly, and sneered, "He's playing a clever trick to give the Goblet of Fire to Hogwarts. I have chosen two warriors, what an honor!"

The boy's face paled visibly.

Alex's eyes were deep for a moment, she turned around, and first glanced at the blond boy who was still leaning comfortably by the fireplace—the latter gave her an indistinct shrug—and she got some kind of message from it. The girl withdrew her gaze and set her sights on the principal of Durmstrang: "If Harry really did that, then this year's champion must be him - he can confuse a powerful magic item and make it so It forgets the original iron law of "only three schools, only three contestants", and adds a new school and a new quota to enter. This is not something that current students can do, and even the vast majority of outstanding graduates can hardly achieve it. This purpose, but if, as you said, Harry has achieved this, who do you think will be his opponent in the three major schools? Principal Karkaroff?"

Without looking at Karkaroff, who was blushing from her choking, Alex pulled Harry to Dumbledore: "Principal, I suggest a thorough investigation of the school and a higher security level, because," she paused For a moment, "Like Harry, I didn't sign up either."

But the Goblet of Fire spat out their names.

Someone moved.