This Hogwarts isn't normal.

It was not surprising that Krum was elected the Warrior of Demstrong, and the applause and cheers he gave him instantly swept across the auditorium.

"Great, Wickdor!" Kakarov yelled at the staff table like a bell.

Even though the applause in the auditorium was loud, everyone could hear him, "I know you are destined to be a warrior!"

But Krum seemed a little listless in everyone's attention, and his whole face was neither sad nor happy, as if it was just a very common thing to be chosen as a warrior.

He stood up from the Slytherin table, and the light seemed to glance at the Gryffindor table.

Then he turned right and walked towards the staff table, opened the door amid countless applause and cheers and walked in.

The auditorium gradually became quiet, and everyone's attention returned to the Goblet of Fire again.

After a few seconds, the blue-white flame turned red again.

The second piece of parchment jumped out of the goblet under the flames.

Dumbledore caught it, "Bothbaton's Warriors are-"

Mrs. Maxim looked light and light on the surface, but in fact, the big hand hidden under the table had already twisted a satin handkerchief into a ball.

"Flora Delakur!"

The hibiscus at the long table of Gryffindor was surprised.

"Congratulations." Hermione next to her hugged her tightly.

Furong, whose face was covered by a scarf, opened her eyes wide, "I heard it right? Is the warrior in our school...Is it me?"

Hermione patted her back, "You heard it right, it's you."

Except for Mrs. Maxim and Boothbaton's students, few of them knew Furong in the entire auditorium.

Everyone kept looking at the Gryffindor table, looking for the warrior who seemed to be a girl.

Furong quickly calmed down after a brief shock.

"Thank you." After thanking Hermione, she stood up slowly calmly and gracefully.

The scarf that covered most of her face was gently pulled off by her, revealing her bright and soft hair and her delicate and perfect beautiful face.

The conversation in the auditorium suddenly became smaller, and almost all the men stared at her.

Although the mixed-race Feva does not have the lethality of the purebred Feva, it can still have a certain impact on men.

Furong gently shook Yinliang's soft hair and nodded to Vincent who was sitting opposite him with a smile.

Then she straightened her chest and walked towards the staff table with light steps.

"Merlin..." Ron's eyes followed her elegant and calm back throughout the whole process, "She is so beautiful, right? Harry?"

Harry nodded blankly, "Yes, no wonder she was covering her face."

Not only did they have such reactions, but each long table has similar or even more exaggerated reactions.

Draco from Slytherin's long table said yesterday that only ugly monsters would cover his face, and today his eyes were almost falling off.

"Draco? Draco?" Pansy shook his shoulder hard.

When the door behind the employee's desk was closed by Furong who walked in, Draco then retracted his gaze with reluctance on his face.

Then, he saw Pansy's big lion-like face.

It was really no exaggeration, he was disgusted on the spot.

"Draco?"

"That ugly monster is so disgusting to me."

He said so, but he quickly put his eyes on the Goblet of Fire.

What's so great about a mixed-race veba? It's just that she looks a little better.

The auditorium returned to calm again, and while staring at the Goblet of Fire, the students of Hogwarts would also glance at the Gryffindor long table from time to time.

Although it is unlikely, if Vincent really successfully signs up, he will be the last Warrior.

Soon the blue and white flame turned red again.

Mars burst, and the flames leaped high into the air, and Dumbledore pulled out the third piece of parchment from the tip of the flames.

He looked at it carefully and his joy was overwhelming, "The Warriors of Hogwarts are—"

Vincent and Hermione at the Gryffindor table stared at each other.

Crum has no problem, and Furong's magic level has also been recognized by both of them, and Dumbledore's reaction is not unexpected.

So, what did the black cloak move to the Goblet of Fire last night?

"Vinson--" Dumbledore's eyes widened suddenly and looked at the parchment in disbelief.

He quickly took off the half-moon glasses on his crooked nose, rubbed his eyes hard with his other hand, and looked down at the parchment again.

The ink on it was actually squirming quickly and re-formed a name that made his eyes turn black.

Dumbledore held his trembling hands and glared at Vincent with an angry face.

This young man who is not moral and actually sneaked into attacking him, an old man over 100 years old!

etc--

Dumbledore was puzzled by the crazy expression on Vincent's face.

Could it be that this young man was the one who did it?

"Dumbledore?" Kakarov's hand hiding under the table gently patted his thigh.

Everyone is waiting for him to announce the last Warrior, and the ancient contract of the Goblet of Fire has officially come into effect.

Now I can't regret it. As the host, Hogwarts seems to have completely missed the Final Three Cup.

Dumbledore sighed lightly and had no choice but to announce the last warrior: "Draco Malfoy."

Quiet, the auditorium fell into a dead silence.

Suddenly, the Slytherin table burst into cheers that were about to overturn the ceiling.

"Ah--" Pansy screamed and rushed towards Draco, "Warriors, you were elected as a Warrior!"

Draco's mind was blank, and she let her hold herself tightly.

He didn't sign up at all, so how could he be selected by the Goblet of Fire as the Warriors?

Could it be that Merlin appeared?

right! Must be!

Draco took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and pushed Pansy away in front of him.

He raised his head and slowly closed his eyes, feeling the praise from the Slytherin students.

"Cheating! Malfoy must have cheated!" An extremely disharmonious voice suddenly rang.

Draco glanced at the Gryffindor table with contempt.

It was like looking at a lower creature that made Ron's face turn redder than his hair in an instant.

^.^,

"Malfoy is not 17 at all! He is not qualified to be a warrior in our school!"

"Huh--" Draco raised his chin high and let out a soft hum from his nose.

Does the noble Malfoy family need to explain to the lowly pure blood traitor?

No, because they are not worth it.

Draco looked deeply at Harry, whose face was full of surprise, and then stood up confidently and calmly.

He swaggered past the Gryffindor long table and stopped in front of the door behind the long table in the workplace.

Before opening the door and entering, he looked back at Vincent, who looked crazy.

Tsk tsk tsk-Glade of Fire chose him, the Malfoy family, Wayne? Just a nouveau riche from a Muggle.

Walking in and closing the door, Draco could no longer suppress his inner ecstasy.

"Wow--" He jumped up on the spot, clenched his fists and hit the air around him hard.

After about half a minute, he calmed down and carefully sorted out his somewhat messy collar and hairstyle.

On the other side of the door, the Slytherin long table in the auditorium started a fierce verbal battle with the Gryffindor long table.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Dumbledore, who was at the staff table, helped lift the old magic wand.

Boothbaton and Demstrong are still there. If this continues, wouldn’t they be laughed at.

But before he casts the spell, the blue and white flame on the Goblet of Fire turned red again.

Mars splashed out, and a long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was lifted out.

Dumbledore subconsciously reached out and grabbed it.

The whole auditorium suddenly became quiet, and everyone stared at the parchment in his hand.

The smile on Maxim's face froze, and Kakarov leaned back, as if he wanted to see the contents on the paper.

But Dumbledore held the parchment far away, his blue eyes terrifyingly serious.

He glanced at the Gryffindor long table with a confused look on his face, then stared at the note in his hand again.

Everyone stared at him with wide eyes, and he didn't let everyone wait for a long time.

After clearing his throat, he pronounced the name on the paper loudly: "Harry Potter."

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