days at Hogwarts

As the banquet came to an end, the steaks and stew were removed from the table and replaced with exquisite desserts.

Loren finished eating the chocolate mousse. He dipped his dining spoon in the brown chocolate sauce and wrote and drew on the white porcelain plate. After completing a piece of work, he also had some room in his stomach. Loren smiled and knocked on the plate. He whispered: "Mango pudding."

The dinner plate melted into the tablecloth silently, and a plate of golden and translucent pudding popped out. The soft elastic pudding trembled slightly and exuded a sweet aroma.

At the guest of honor table, Dumbledore looked at the red velvet cake in front of him reluctantly and stood up slowly.

An emotion of both excitement and nervousness filled the auditorium. Dumbledore looked into a pair of young and expectant eyes and smiled.

"The moment has finally arrived. Before we officially begin, please allow me to introduce the two guests... Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly for the Championship."

Bagman waved to the little wizards cordially and received a burst of applause. Crouch nodded with a stern face, his stiff expression consistent with his short toothbrush mustache.

"They will form a judging panel together with me, Professor Karkaroff, Ms. Maxim, and Professor Fontana... Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

Only then did the little wizards realize that Mr. Castle Administrator had also put on a well-fitting suit tonight, and his disheveled hair had been simply combed, but his expression was still gloomy.

A wooden box inlaid with various jewelry was placed on the table. Dumbledore tapped the wooden box three times with his wand. The lid slowly opened. He reached in and took out a wooden goblet.

"Wow!" the little wizards exclaimed.

The wooden cup itself was not surprising, with ordinary material and rough carving, but it contained a handful of beating blue-white flames, which swelled in the wind and gradually filled the entire cup. The gorgeous fire burned brightly in everyone's sight.

"Every student who wants to run for the Warriors, please write your name and school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet." Dumbledore noticed the sudden silence in the auditorium and smiled as he put the Goblet of Fire Putting it on the lid of the box, the voice changed, "Of course, only for students over 17 years old."

"Oh, no..."

Amidst the wailing, Dumbledore vaguely heard the voice of an unknown twin scolding the "bullshit decision", but his expression remained normal: "In order to prevent students who are not old enough from being tempted, I will draw an age line around them. Anyone under the age of seventeen cannot cross this age line."

"Tomorrow night, which is Halloween night, the Goblet will select the students it thinks best represent the four schools..."

The eyes of all the little wizards are shining brightly, whether they are Hogwarts in black wizard robes, Durmstrang in blood red robes, Beauxbatons in light blue, or intertwined blue and raspberry. Ilvermorny.

Loren looked away from the Goblet of Fire and looked at the other little wizards around him.

Harry and Ron had silly smiles on their lips, Fleur Delacour held his sister in his arms, his eyes twinkling, Krum's gloomy face softened, and Graves held Goldie on his chest. There were many young wizards who could not be named, and the glorious scene when they won the Goblet of Fire appeared in their minds.

At the guest of honor seat, the principals of the three schools looked at each other with sparks of fighting spirit.

To the right of the guest of honor seat, which few people noticed, Professor Moody raised his goblet and greeted Crouch from a distance. When he looked away, he met Snape's appraising gaze. Moody grinned and showed a ferocious but... With a kind smile, he also toasted to this colleague.

Snape calmly sipped his wine glass, the corners of his mouth slightly curved in a mocking arc.

Dumbledore continued: "Finally, I must remind every student who wants to participate that this competition is not a child's play. Don't participate rashly. Whoever puts his name into the cup actually forms a must. A magical contract to be observed. Once a warrior is chosen by the Goblet of Fire, he must stick to it to the end..."

"Okay, good night everyone!"

When the little wizards left, although the prefects of each college maintained order, the students who were nostalgic for the Goblet of Fire and argued endlessly kept the team moving.

"Age line?" Fred grinned, "I can think of three ways to break it in one minute."

"The age-increasing potions, levitation spells, and transfiguration spells we have prepared a long time ago are also good..." George put his arm around Harry's shoulders and shook him, "It seems that you are also very excited. Harry, what do you think? Do you want to buy the age-enhancing potion?" We’ll give you a 20% discount, it’s only two galleons.”

Without waiting for Harry to answer, Ron couldn't wait to ask: "I want to buy it, I want to buy it, and me, how much is it?"

"Oh..." George showed a troubled expression, "In your case, four galleons."

"Duel, I want to duel with you!"

Ron's angry shouting amused the little wizards around him. Hearing the laughter, Durmstrang's students and their principal turned their heads. Principal Karkaroff caught a glimpse of the scar on Harry's forehead and froze in shock.

Durmstrang's students also looked at Harry curiously and discussed in low voices without concealing it.

"How rude," Ron muttered.

Harry, who was feeling uncomfortable, was about to say something when the burly Ms. Maxim and Hagrid suddenly walked by, two tall walls blocking their sight.

"Don't worry, madam, I will definitely take good care of your horse. I have this experience." Hagrid's voice was loud.

Maxim had a polite smile on his face: "Well, they require a very strong person to take care of them. I was skeptical before I saw you, Hagrid, but now I believe you can do this job well."

Hagrid, who was wearing a suit and dress, bent his arms to show off his majestic muscles, and his face almost burst into laughter: "Yes, I have enough strength!"

"By the way, these horses only drink single malt whiskey." Maxim glanced at the young wizards casually. When his eyes fell on Loren, who had black hair and black eyes, he paused briefly, and then quickly passed them.

"..."

Loren and others watched blankly as Hagrid and Ms. Maxim walked away happily talking. Hermione closed her mouth and asked hesitantly: "Do you think, Hagrid, he... "

"Falling in love," Loren added.

"Then they are a perfect match." Harry's tone was very sure, causing Ron, Seamus and others to nod.

Looking back at the opposite side, Karkaroff had already run away as if he was frightened by Moody. Principal Fontana smiled at them and left in an orderly manner with the little wizards of Ilvermorny.

All the way up the stairs, Loren and Hermione fell behind unknowingly. Looking at the dried meat that this man took out from nowhere, Hermione was a little silent.

Was his stomach cast under a traceless stretching spell? How could it be so fake?

"Woo..."

Probably because she had been looking at him for too long, she was misunderstood that she was also hungry for dried meat, so she was stuffed with a piece. Hermione chewed it for a long time before swallowing it: "Mr. Crouch has arrived at Hogwarts, and I am a little worried about Winky."

Loren kept chewing in his mouth: "That's right, let's find an opportunity to scare her again."