[HP] Guardian

Early in the morning, he checked the accounts of the Potter family, stamped the logo with a ring, and asked the owl Jacks, who was still waiting to deliver things to the Potter family, to bring a letter back to Corey the elf.He had worn the ring of the Potter family on his hand after returning to school, and it had a complicated confusion spell cast on it, which even Dumbledore hadn't noticed until now.

Harry was gasping for lack of sleep. He has a full schedule now. He will use the Portkey to go back to Potter Manor to study family lessons for two days on the weekend. He will also slowly dissolve the chain for Regulus and brew soul restoration agent.The usual endless papers, this is still under the circumstances that the professors are arrogant. After all, he and Hermione are two top academics, and the professors are more willing to spend more time on more advanced courses, so his thesis professors Generally, it will not be arranged, except for the necessary ancient runes and history of magic.The ancient rune translation was okay, after all, Harry knew a lot, but the history of magic really made his head hurt, he really didn't have Hermione's good memory, and could memorize the whole text verbatim.

In addition, he still has a lot of information to find. The reading rooms of the four giants have a rich collection, and there are too many things available. He is sorting out the available knowledge every day.Then go to the potion room to try all kinds of weird potions; research and improve alchemy; practice spells in the duel room, and strive to restore the peak as soon as possible.Of course, occasionally I have to accompany the old bat who is in a bad mood.

The tense atmosphere at Hogwarts reached its peak today, because Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's people are coming tonight, so Potions class ended early, and a large group of students hurried back to the lounge , because the whole school was a little indifferent to Harry, he was dragged back to the dormitory by his friends while he was drowsy, and then lined up to go to the hall.To be honest, he would rather sleep on the old bat now, he let out another breath, wiped away his tears, and drank the myopic spirit, his eyes clearly saw the little black spots on the horizon, and Beauxbaton's carriage was approaching from the horizon, A heated discussion erupted among the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, the carriage also landed on the ground, vibrating on the huge wheels, and at the same time the golden horses shook their huge heads, and their big fiery red eyes rolled around.The car door opened.

A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent over, fumbled for something on the floor of the carriage, and opened a golden spiral staircase.He jumped back reverently, and a shiny black high-heeled shoe the size of a child's sleigh protruded from the carriage, followed by a woman, Madame Maxime.

Dumbledore started to applaud as soon as he saw her, and his classmates clapped their hands too. Many stood on tiptoe to get a better view of the woman.Madame Maxime's face relaxed, an elegant smile spread out, she stretched out a gleaming hand, and walked towards Dumbledore.Although Dumbledore was also tall, he barely stooped to kiss the hand.

"Dear Madame Maxime," he said, "Welcome to Hogwarts"

"Dumbledore" Madame Maxime said in a low voice "I hope you are well"

They greeted each other, and Madame Maxime introduced the students behind her with a nonchalant wave of one gigantic hand.It was only then that I noticed that about a dozen or so male and female students had gotten out of the carriage and were standing behind Madame Maxime.Judging from their appearance, they were all about eighteen or nineteen years old, and they were all trembling slightly.This was not surprising, for their robes seemed to be of fine silk, and neither wore a cloak.Several students covered their heads with scarves or hoods.They chatted for a while, and Madame Maxime led her students into the hall.

It was not long before Durmstrang's boat rose from the lake, and Karkaroff led his students up the slope after the boat docked.

"Dumbledore!" cried the man enthusiastically as he came up the slope. "How are you, my dear old chap?"

"Very well, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.

Then Karkaroff greeted Krum to come forward, which caused quite a commotion. Many people in the crowd jumped up and down indistinctly, especially Ron beside him was like a monkey.

Harry and Hermione despised his embarrassment, and went back to the auditorium to sit down first, and then Ron followed up with three steps.

Beauxbaton's classmates had already chosen their seats at the Ravenclaw table.To Ron's disappointment, Durmstrang was already seated at the Slytherin table.The Malfoy trio were elated by this, and Malfoy leaned forward to talk to Krum.

"Ah, yes, Malfoy's fawning over him," said Ron sharply. "I bet Krum saw right away what he was... I bet Krum was fawning over him everywhere he went, Flatter him... you say, where will they sleep? We can give him a bed in our dormitory, Harry... I'd give him my bed, I'll sleep on a camp bed"

Hermione snorted, Harry bowed his head and ignored him, he really didn't want to talk to these bastards.

After all the students had entered the auditorium and took their seats at their respective house tables, the staff came in and they filed over to the guest seats and took their seats.The last ones were Dumbledore, Karkaroff and Maxim.The Beauxbatons rose to their feet as soon as they saw their Headmaster appear.Several Hogwarts students couldn't help laughing.But Beauxbaton's representatives showed no embarrassment, and they did not sit down again until Maxim had sat down to Dumbledore's left.Dumbledore remained standing, and the auditorium gradually fell silent.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and... especially... distinguished guests" said Dumbledore, looking at the foreign students with a smile. "It is with great joy that I welcome you to Hogwarts." Ts. I hope and trust that you will be comfortable and happy here."

A Beauxbatons girl still wrapped her head tightly in a scarf gave a sneer that was no doubt sarcastic.

"No one's forcing you to stay!" whispered Hermione, annoyed by the girl.

"The Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet," said Dumbledore. "I invite everyone to eat and drink as much as you want at home!" After he sat down, Karkaroff immediately stepped forward and talked with him chat.

The dinner was very sumptuous, and many exotic delicacies opened the eyes of the students.Harry wasn't too surprised by these. He ate a grilled cheese sandwich first, and then he had some mixed fish soup. The main course chose a veal stew in white sauce. French cuisine is too sweet and greasy for him. the elderly.

At this moment, a voice said, "Excuse me, do you still eat this plate of miscellaneous fish soup?"

She finally took off the scarf.A long cascade of silvery hair fell to her waist.She has a pair of big blue eyes and a mouthful of white and neat teeth.It was Bill's future wife, Fleur Delacour.

Ron's face flushed bright red.He stared at her blankly, opened his mouth to answer, but only made some strange small noises, as if his throat was stuck.

"Take it away," Harry replied to her in French, pushing the plate to her.

"Oh! Thank you!" Fu Rong glanced at him. It was rare for a boy not to be fascinated by her.

"You're welcome." Harry nodded to her gently, and Fleur carefully returned to Ravenclaw's table with the plate.

"She's a Veela!" he said hoarsely to Harry. "What did she tell you?"

"Certainly not!" Hermione said sharply, "I didn't see Harry staring at her as idioticly as you!" Harry chuckled with his head down, and the little lioness was a little grumpy.

At the end of dinner, dessert was put on the table, and Harry chose a light fruit pudding. This exotic dinner was really filling.

After the meal Dumbledore introduced Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman, and announced the tournament jury.Then Filch held up the box containing the Goblet of Fire.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific items of the Warriors' competition this year, and they have also made many necessary arrangements for each item. There are three items in total, which are held at different times throughout the school year. They will test the warriors in many different ways...their magical talents, their courage and their powers of reasoning, and, of course, their ability to overcome danger," said Dumbledore calmly.Everyone here heard the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and it seemed that everyone stopped breathing.

"As you already know, there will be three warriors participating in the competition, each representing a participating school. We will grade them according to the quality of each event they complete. After the three events, the warrior with the highest score will win the Tri-Power Cup. It is an impartial selector who is in charge of selecting the warriors, and it is the Goblet of Fire." At this point, Dumbledore drew out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times.The lid creaked slowly open.Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, rough-hewn wooden goblet.The cup itself was inconspicuous, but it was filled with dancing blue and white flames.

Dumbledore closed the box and placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the auditorium could see it clearly.

"Every student who wants to run for a warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," said Dumbledore. "Those who want to become a warrior can sign up within 24 hours." .Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the goblet will choose the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, the goblet will be placed in the foyer, and all students who are willing to run access to it”

"In order to prevent underage students from being tempted," said Dumbledore, "after the goblet is placed in the hall, I will draw an age line around it. No one under the age of seventeen can cross this line."

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the election that this competition is not a child's play. Don't take part in it rashly. Once a warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must persist in the competition to the end. Whoever puts himself Putting your name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be kept. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. Therefore, please think twice and make sure that you really want to participate in the competition. Put your names in the cup again. Well, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night everyone"

"Age boundary!" Fred's eyes sparkled, "That's easy, you can be fooled by the aging agent, don't you just smile happily as long as your name enters that cup, it's indistinguishable Whoever is 17 and who is not!" At this point the students were walking through the auditorium toward the two doors leading to the foyer.

"But I don't think anyone under 17 can win," Hermione said. "We haven't learned enough..."

"That's about yourself," said George impatiently. "You'll try to take part too, won't you, Harry?"

"I just want to sleep now." Harry gasped and stood up, looking at the twins with an erratic expression, "How could Dumbledore's curse be easily deceived by the aging agent, alas... You should study it carefully."

Karkaroff led his students towards the door, and they happened to be at the door at the same time as the three of them.Harry stopped to let Karkaroff go first.

"Thank you," Karkaroff said casually, glancing at Harry.Suddenly, Karkaroff was completely stunned.He turned his head back to Harry, staring at him as if he couldn't believe his eyes.The Durmstrang students stopped after their headmaster.Karkaroff's eyes moved slowly to Harry's face, fixing on the scar.Durmstrang's students also looked at Harry curiously.Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see some enlightened expressions on the faces of several people.One of the boys stabbed the girl next to him, pointing unabashedly at Harry's forehead.

"Yes, that's Harry Potter," came an angry voice behind them.

Karkaroff turned sharply.The fake Moody stood there, leaning heavily on his cane, staring unblinkingly at Karkaroff with his magic eye.Harry glanced at Karkaroff, and his face went pale with a hideous mixture of resentment and fear.

"It's you!" he said, staring blankly at the fake Moody, as if he wasn't sure he really saw him.

"It's me," the fake Moody said darkly, "unless you have something to say to Potter, Karkaroff, then go ahead. You're blocking the door." Half the students in the auditorium were behind them Waiting, scrambling over the shoulders of those in front to see what is causing the traffic jam.

Karkaroff didn't say anything more, he waved his hand and led his students away.The fake Moody stared at him until he was out of sight.His magical eye was fixed on Karkaroff's back, and an expression of extreme disgust appeared on his incomplete face.Harry lowered his head and showed a mocking smile, the Death Eater's party was still the dog-eat-dog kind.

Harry's "hint" gave the twins a better idea. They studied it all night, not only using aging agents, polymorphs, confusion spells and other tricks, but they were still tragically thrown out of the circle. The two of them looked at each other's white hair and laughed.

"I warned you," said a low, amused voice, and they all turned to see Dumbledore coming out of the Great Hall.He looked at Fred and George with a twinkle in his eye. "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey. She is already nursing Miss Fawcett in Ravenclaw and Summer in Hufflepuff." Mr. Si, they are also determined to make themselves older. But I must say, their beards are far less beautiful than yours."

The twins left for the hospital, accompanied by Lee Jordan, still giggling, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione giggling into the Great Hall for breakfast.