hp Ouroboros

When the main course was withdrawn and the table was full of desserts and drinks, Sylvia noticed that the two seats that had been moved by the administrator Filch before but had been occupied by no one were now occupied by two people in dull wizard robes. The men sat on it—one she knew, Mr. Crouch.

Sylvia pretended to be indifferent, and glanced at the 'Professor Moody' who was sitting at the other end of the professor's seat. He didn't look strange at all, and he was still very realistic as Moody, who was said to be suspicious of everything. .He was obviously his only relative in this world a few places away, and little Crouch, who was disguised as Moody, was really calm and calm.

Soon, it was time for dessert. After all the cups and plates disappeared from the table, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium quickly fell silent, filled with excitement and tension.

"The moment has finally come," Dumbledore said with a smile, looking at his face under the professor's chair with a tense concentration. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. Before that, I would like to explain a few things. Sentence, bring the box in again..."

Although no one understood what the 'box' Dumbledore was talking about, no one made a sound, and they still stared at Dumbledore intently.

"First of all, please allow me to introduce two guests. I believe there are people who don't know them. This is Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore said Mr. Crouch stood up, stiffly Nodding to the audience, with a straight face, people can't think of the feeling of "cooperation" at all, probably the same, the applause in the auditorium is sparse.

"This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore continued to introduce another one, and the applause for Mr. Bagman was obviously louder than that for Mr. Crouch Much more, perhaps because his department had just successfully hosted the Quidditch World Cup finals this summer?Sylvia followed Daliu softly applauding and thinking boredly, but maybe it was because of his happy expression and his gesture of waving to everyone that he seemed much more cordial than the staid and serious Mr. Crouch.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," continued Dumbledore when the applause died down, "and now, both of them Together with me, Principal Karkarov and Principal Maxim, we will form a panel of judges to judge the efforts of the warriors."

Upon hearing the word 'warrior', everyone fell silent and sat up straight.

Seeing that it was almost done, Dumbledore said with a smile: "Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

Wearing a straight and ironed formal suit with moldy sides, Filch carefully held a wooden box studded with jewels and walked towards Dumbledore from a dark corner of the auditorium.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific items of this year's Warriors competition," Dumbledore said, and Filch carefully made the very gorgeous but worn out look a little old. The old large wooden box was placed on the small high table in front of him, "There are three projects in total, which will be carried out at different times throughout the school year. They will test the warriors in many different ways, magical talents, courage and their reasoning ability , and of course, their ability to overcome danger."

"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, and after the three events are over, 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 opened slowly, Dumbledore reached in, and brought out a rather large but rough carved wooden goblet. Compared with the box inlaid with gems, this wooden cup was not at all eye-catching, but if you look carefully If you look at it, you can find a faint blue-white flame dancing inside.

"Students who want to run for the Warrior must write their name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into the Goblet of Fire," Dumbledore said as he put the Goblet of Fire on the high table. The blue and white flames in the cup suddenly shot up, "Those who are willing to become warriors can sign up within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, at the Halloween dinner, this Goblet of Fire that has been passed down for hundreds of years will choose the one it thinks is the best." Can represent three students from three schools. Starting tonight, the Goblet of Fire will be kept here, and all students who are willing to participate... and who are eligible to participate can have access to it." Dumbledore deliberately added a' Qualified' words, and eyes drifted across the Gryffindor table eager to try.

"As I said before, in order to reduce the casualties of the Tournament as much as possible, this Tournament stipulates that only 17-year-old wizards can sign up. So..." Dumbledore said on the side of the high table with the Goblet of Fire A circle was smoothly drawn in the sky, and a bright red glowing line formed a circle on the ground around the high table, "This is the age boundary, and anyone under the age of seventeen will not be able to cross this boundary. "

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who intends to participate that the hegemony competition is definitely not a child's play. Don't participate rashly. Once a warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must persist in the competition to the end. Once he becomes a warrior, he will not Allow to change your mind."

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As soon as Principal Dumbledore announced that the dinner was over, the voices in the auditorium exploded instantly. While everyone was moving towards the outside of the auditorium, everyone chatted with friends around them with excitement on their faces.

"I don't think anyone under 17 can win, we haven't learned enough..." came Hermione's voice.

"That's about yourself," interrupted one of the twins impatiently. "You'll try to take part too, won't you, Harry?"

Being overtaken by a group of over-excited Gryffindors, Sylvia had to stop and wait for them to go first, but what they said made her roll her eyes inwardly—even though the front I didn't hear some of them, but it is conceivable that the group of twin brothers must have thought of some way to cross the age line drawn by Principal Dumbledore.

Thinking of this, Sylvia looked towards the back of the group of Gryffindors. Camille's tall figure stood out from the crowd even compared to the seventh-grade male students. Sylvia easily Seeing her, it seemed that she was being watched, and Camille quickly turned her head to look at Sylvia.

After Sylvia raised her eyebrows, she turned her eyes to the Weasley twins and then to Camille. This kind of silent communication method couldn't trouble Camille. She immediately understood what Sylvia was asking and made a mouth shape And raised his hand to make the motion of pouring a small bottle into his mouth.

Ah... did they really think that the restrictions set by Headmaster Dumbledore himself could be so easily broken?Sylvia hesitated whether to find a time tomorrow to tell the twins that something as simple as an aging agent could not fool the age line at all.Alas, this is really a dilemma. After all, they are still helping her research 'that thing'. Giving them some benefits may speed up the progress, but...she doesn't want to help them cross the age line at all. If Hogwarts Really accidentally picked one of them to be a hero... oh, Merlin's afternoon tea set, that would definitely disgrace Hogwarts...

"Dumbledore didn't say where the representatives of Durmstrang slept at night, did he?" Ron's voice interrupted Sylvia's thoughts, he was obviously not listening to his two brothers at all. What was said just now, the only focus is on chasing stars.

Slightly frowned, she hadn't thought about this question, and Sylvia temporarily put down her thoughts about whether to remind the twin brothers not to try that stupid plan. Ron said so, indeed, Durmstrang's Where do you plan to stay at night?

Completely different from other students, Sylvia didn't want Durmstrang's people to live in Slytherin's dormitory at all!

Although Sylvia can speak French, German, and Spanish fluently in addition to English, but just imagining her usual way of speaking with Slytherins, she still has to switch to a foreign language... think Just thinking about it gives me a headache...

Ron and Sylvia's worried questions were quickly answered. Durmstrang's headmaster Karkaroff hurried past and stopped beside Krum, "Let's go back to the ship," he said to the scarlet-clad said the Durmstrang student in the robe, then bent over to Krum and said in a particularly gracious manner, "How are you feeling, Viktor? Are you full? Shall I send someone from the kitchen to bring some heated wine?"

Facing Karkaroff's weird enthusiasm, Krum shook his head silently, put on his thick fur cloak, and followed his headmaster towards the door.

Sylvia quickened her pace to meet Camille, and just as Camille took Sylvia's hand and was going to continue walking, the team stopped.

Karkaroff stood at the door, staring at the door, Sylvia stood on tiptoe and looked forward, but unfortunately there were a few tall people in front of her, and she couldn't see clearly.

"He's staring at Harry." Camille bowed his head and said briefly in Sylvia's ear, then straightened his back, using his height advantage and her werewolf's keen five senses to continue to observe the situation ahead.

Before Camille could say anything, Sylvia was suddenly pulled into her arms, and then the sound of Moody's fake wooden leg hitting the ground passed by her, and his shoulder slightly Grabbed Sylvia's shoulder.

Camille snorted, moved a hand holding Sylvia's waist up, and brushed Sylvia's shoulders that had just been slightly brushed by Moody, as if to pat off some dirt, The other hand held Sylvia tighter in his arms.

"Pfft!"

"Why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing~" Sylvia smiled and twisted her body slightly, and changed the subject, "Holding too tightly."——If Cam is cute, she will be angry again, alas, but angry It looks cute too!

Camille let go of Sylvia's waist slightly and heard the angry voice of 'Moody' from the front, "That's right, that's Harry Potter!"

"This Karkaroff must have had something to do with Moody. His face turned pale from being stared at." Camille lowered his head after looking ahead, and said close to Sylvia's cheek.

"It's so close...haha, it's so itchy..." Sylvia smiled lightly and twisted in Camille's arms, trying to avoid Camille's approaching face.

It was nothing at first, but seeing Sylvia's face gradually turning red, Camille became very playful, and leaned closer to blowing on her cheeks and ears even more vigorously. The two of them played in a small space surrounded by crowds. Very happy.

"Okay, okay, I surrender!" Sylvia panted, she felt hot all over her body now, and she could hardly stand on her feet, "Karkaroff used to be a Death Eater, and was arrested by Moody Zkaban, who later escaped prison by giving away other Death Eaters."

"Oh, traitor, do you think this 'Moody' wants to kill him now?" Camille adjusted her posture so that Sylvia could lean more comfortably in her arms.

While Camille and Sylvia were fighting each other in the back row, the confrontation between Karkaroff and 'Moody' was still going on.

"It's you!" Karkaroff said, staring at Moody in disbelief.

"It's me," said 'Moody' darkly. "Unless you have something to say to Potter, Karkaroff, go ahead. You're blocking the door."

Their voices were not lowered, and even Sylvia, who couldn't see the situation in front of her, could hear them.After hearing this, Karkaroff probably left quickly, because the team finally started to move after that.

Sylvia pulled Camille away from the large group of students and walked to the empty classroom they occupied on the fifth floor. She didn't want to go back to the dormitory to sleep today.

"I'm thinking, Principal Dumbledore wanted to invite Moody to the school at first, maybe it was because he wanted to watch Karkaroff." Sylvia took Camille's hand and walked a little ahead of her.

"You mean Karkaroff might still be a Death Eater?"

"I've got the Dark Mark branded on my hands, and Death Eaters don't just say they don't do it~" Sylvia said in a nonchalant way, "Oh, but the current situation is It's complicated, Moody is not Moody, what is Karkaroff going to do?"

"I don't care what Karkaroff does..." Camille said, took a big step forward, picked up Sylvia and hugged her in his arms, and kicked open the door of the empty classroom, "I Just..."

"Eh?! Wait, wait a minute..."

"Don't wait, you provoked it first!"

"No, I didn't mean that, I meant..."

Before Sylvia could finish her flustered words, Camille understood what she meant—"What the hell did you do to this classroom?!" Camille looked into the classroom dumbfounded.

Sylvia quickly jumped out of Camille's arms, and hurriedly picked up the pile of parchment scattered on the ground, but in fact she had no other place to put it, because...

"How on earth did you pile up the entire classroom!! And...why is it such a mess!!"