This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Midway through the dinner, the auditorium gate was opened again.

Old Bati and Bagman, wearing cloaks, walked straight towards the staff table.

Harry patted Ron next to him who was with Crum to have dinner, "Look, it's Percy's immediate boss!"

Ron turned his head and looked over, and Old Batty happened to sit down in the empty chair next to Mrs. Maxim.

Beneath his cloak was a dark wizard robe, with short gray hair combed in a slight twilight manner.

In comparison, Bagman, who was sitting next to Kakarov, seemed a little unkempt.

Ron put down the lamb chops in his hand in surprise, "Why are they here?"

Harry thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's because of the Triple Championship. Professor Dumbledore just said that the game will start after the banquet."

Ron raised his lamb chop and took a big bite, and said vaguely: "Is that so? Then they must be the referee who chose the Warriors."

Harry nodded, "Mr. Crouch is famous for being fair and strict. He will be the one who chooses the Warriors and I believe no one will have any objection."

At the staff table, Kakarov seemed particularly unnatural, and he always looked at Old Bati with guilt from time to time.

On the other side of the Gryffindor table, Fred and George were also looking at Old Batty.

But the reaction between the two was as if the sky had collapsed.

"George, our age enhancer plan is over. That's a ruthless person who dares to kill his relatives for justice."

"Calm down, Fred, isn't there still Bagman? We are so familiar with him, so we should be able to convince him to help."

It is said outside that Bagman has changed his mind, but the gambler is a gambler after all, and at worst he can give him half of the bonus.

The dinner gradually came to an end, and everyone was tasting creative British desserts.

Although British food is not very good, if you talk about desserts, there will be no doubts in the world.

Especially in Hogwarts, the principal here loves sweets, so the ones that can serve them to receive VIPs will naturally not be ordinary products.

Vincent picked up a small butter cake and put it in his mouth.

The milky aroma is rich and melts at the mouth, so it is worthy of being selected by Dumbledore.

The golden plates containing desserts were quickly swept away, and the time for desserts that were still unsatisfactory was finally over.

Dumbledore stood up again in the gaze of everyone, and a feeling of excitement and tension began to permeate the auditorium.

"This moment has finally arrived." He smiled and looked at the students' little faces tilted up, "The Triple Championship is about to begin. I want to explain a few words first, and then bring the box in."

The box is naturally a box that stores the Goblet of Fire, but most students don’t know it.

"I want to explain the activity procedures for our school year, but first, please allow me to introduce the two guests because there are still people who don't know them."

Dumbledore looked at Batty, "This is Mr. Batty Crouch, Director of the International Cooperation Division of the Ministry of Magic."

Sparse applause sounded from the auditorium.

Dumbledore looked at Bagman, "This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Division of the Ministry of Magic."

The applause in the auditorium was obviously much louder than before.

As a former Quidditch player, Bagman is quite well-known, and many students who don’t care much about current affairs know him.

“In the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly for the Triple Championship, and have studied all night for a whole month in order to get familiar with the live broadcast business some time ago.”

Dumbledore looked at the four people sitting next to him, "They will form a referee team with me, Professor Kakarov, and Mrs. Maxim to judge the efforts of the Warriors."

When the students heard the word "warrior", they were instantly cheered up.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "Mr. Felch, please bring the box up."

Felch walked out of the corner of the auditorium, holding a large worn wooden box inlaid with jewelry in both hands.

Vincent and Hermione looked at each other tacitly.

The referee team is usually only responsible for the Warriors' judgment and is not responsible for the selection of Warriors.

But if the competition system changes, you have to enable the backup plan.

Felch carefully held the big wooden box and walked towards the staff table, with the expression on his face solemn and dignified.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific events of the Warriors' games this year."

Dumbledore paused and asked Felch to put the big wooden box solemnly on the table.

“They made many necessary arrangements for each project, a total of three projects, each carried out at different times throughout the school year, and they will test the Warriors in many different ways.”

Dumbledore glanced at Vincent, "The test was divided into magical talent, courage and reasoning ability, and finally the ability to overcome danger."

All the eyes in the auditorium looked at Vincent, and these three projects were simply tailor-made for him.

There is no need to guess the live broadcast business, it must be related to Wayne Company.

But most students feel very grateful because Vincent is just a fourth-grade student on the surface, even if he doesn't look like him at all.

Dumbledore slightly restrained his uncontrollable smile on his face, "Everyone knows that we will select three Warriors to participate in the game."

His expression calmed down, "Each Warrior represents a participating school, and the referee team will rate it based on the quality of their completion of each competition. After the three events are over, the Warriors with the highest score will win the Final Three Cup."

The students looked at Dumbledore again.

The competition system has been almost said, now only the Warriors’ choice is left.

And he immediately responded to everyone's expectations, "The person responsible for selecting the Warriors is a fair selector, and it is the Goblet of Fire."

Vincent felt a sigh of relief.

As long as the person who chooses the Warriors is not someone who is prone to emotional bias, he has countless ways to ensure that he will not be selected.

Dumbledore, who was at the long table of workers, raised his old wand as everyone watched, and tapped him three times on the lid of the large wooden box.

The lid was crunching and slowly opened, and he reached out to hold up a large-sized wooden goblet that was cut and carved.

Master, there is still ^.^ after this chapter.

The cup itself is inconspicuous, but blue and white flames are pounding on it.

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

"Every student who wants to run for the Warriors, you have to write your name and school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet."

Vincent gave him an intriguing smile.

Dumbledore had no idea what the meaning behind this smile was, “Those who are determined to be a warrior can sign up within twenty-four hours.

Tomorrow night, Halloween night, Goblet of Fire will select the names of the three students it believes best represents the three schools.

Tonight, the Goblet of Fire is placed in the foyer and it will be accessible to all students willing to run. ”

He put away the smile on his face again, "In order to avoid students who are not old enough to withstand the temptation-"

His azure blue eyes swept over the lower grade students and deliberately paused on the confident twins for a while.

“After the Goblet of Fire is placed behind the foyer, I will draw an age line around it that no one under the age of seventeen can cross.”

The twins are still full of confidence.

Dumbledore's tone became serious, "Finally, I want to remind every student who wants to run for the election.

Please note that this championship is not a joke, don't participate rashly.

Once he threw his name into the Goblet of Fire, he actually signed a magical contract with the cup that must be followed.

After becoming a Warrior, no one can change his mind and he must stick to the game. ”

Dumbledore eased, "So I urge you to think twice and figure out that you really want to play in the competition before throwing your name into the Goblet of Fire."

After saying that, he smiled and looked at the students, "Okay, I think it's time for you to go to bed, I wish you good night."

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