days at Hogwarts

There was half of the steak left on the dinner plate. Moody impatiently stuffed the whole piece of meat into his mouth, chewed it twice casually and swallowed it. During this period, the blue magic eye kept staring at Karkaroff beside him. , the prying eyes made the headmaster of Durmstrang feel like thorns in his back, making him restless.

Moody wiped his mouth with a cloth, took out his curved wine bottle, took a big sip, and burped at Karkaroff, disgust and offense clearly written on his mutilated face.

Crouch, who was wearing an elegant robe, turned his head and advised in a low voice: "Don't do this, Alastor, Principal Karkaroff has proven his merit to the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me." Moody's rough voice was full of ridicule, "More than ten years ago, at the Magical Law Council, our kind and righteous Principal Karkaroff confessed other Death Eaters. name……"

Karkaroff's face turned pale, and the hand holding the fork was trembling: "I, I have contributed to the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Crouch, we have reached an agreement..."

Crouch raised his eyebrows and smiled gently: "Yes, sir, we have reached an agreement."

Moody sneered twice: "You betrayed your accomplices and got the benefit of immunity from punishment. What a smart guy."

Karkaroff didn't dare to say anything. He just wanted the banquet to end as soon as possible... no, he wanted the entire competition to end as soon as possible.

Why did Dumbledore hire this guy as a professor? What can this guy teach the little wizard?

How to use the most effective method to make people lose the ability to resist, how to obtain intelligence without using veritaserum, and how to torture criminals without leaving scars?

In addition, why is the gentle and polite Crouch even more creepy? There seems to be a giant python hidden under that skin that chooses people to eat. Doesn't he always act according to the rules?

"Yes, that's what smart people do when they examine the situation and make the right choice." Crouch looked at the Potions Professor sitting next to him, "What do you think, Severus."

"Call me Snape, Mr. Crouch."

Snape's face was expressionless. He knew exactly what Crouch meant. He was on the list of Death Eaters that Karkaroff provided. "Besides, this is between you two. I'm just the Potions Professor at Hogwarts now."

"What a pity, Severus, I always thought your talents were more than this." Crouch said in a very regretful tone.

Snape looked at him deeply and didn't answer.

Completely different from the low pressure here, the rest of the guests at the guest table were chatting happily. Dumbledore's cold jokes and Bagman's interesting stories matched each other, causing Ms. Maxim to frequently raise her glasses.

Everyone was happy, except for Professor Flitwick who was holding his nose. The rich cologne on Hagrid's body made him dizzy...

The banquet came to an end, and after most people had eaten and drank, Dumbledore stood up under the nervous and expectant eyes of the young wizards.

"Attention everyone, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision."

Dumbledore waved his hands around, and quietly, the torches on the walls were extinguished. Only a few candles in the entire auditorium emitted faint light, and the huge room fell into half-darkness.

The blue-white flame in the wooden cup swayed endlessly, and suddenly the light shone brightly, swelling several times, and suddenly became the brightest light source in the auditorium.

Without any warning, the blue-white flame suddenly turned into a dazzling red, and several clusters of dazzling sparks burst out.

Crack, crackle!

Tongues of fire spurted out, and a piece of parchment half burnt flew out.

Everyone in the auditorium held their breath and watched the note fall into Dumbledore's hands. He glanced at it and shouted in a clear and powerful tone: "The Durmstrang warrior is Viktor." ·Krum!”

Applause and cheers instantly swept through the entire auditorium. Krum stood up from the Slytherin table, his expression still looking gloomy. At Karkaroff's signal, he walked towards the side door to the right of the guest seat and entered. Room.

"Awesome, Viktor! I know you are destined to be a warrior!"

Karkaroff's loud cheers were heard by everyone, but they sounded a little lack of energy and a bit stern. Ron muttered: "This is not surprising at all, you know Krum..."

The Goblet of Fire seemed to notice that the applause and conversations were gradually dying down. After a few seconds, the flames turned red again, and two burnt parchment strips popped out of the cup.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons—" Dumbledore shouted in a deep voice, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Amidst the commotion, the bright girl stood up gracefully, shook her silver hair, and walked up from the Ravenclaw table with light steps.

"Champion of Ilvermorny, Piccoly Graves!"

Amidst the deafening noise, Graves was in a daze. When he got up and walked to the stage, he vaguely heard Butt's congratulations.

When the two entered the next room, the auditorium became quiet again, but the excitement surging in the silence was almost solid, and Loren could feel the hot breath and eyes of the little wizards.

All the little wizards wearing black magic robes know that it is the turn of the warriors of Hogwarts next...

Tongues of fire leaped high, and under everyone's expectant gaze, Dumbledore raised his right hand high: "The warrior of Hogwarts is Cedric Diggory!"

The roar of cheers instantly filled the auditorium, and the little Hufflepuff wizards jumped up and down, screamed, and stamped their feet... Cedric greeted everyone he knew with a bright smile, and it took him a long time to walk in from his seat. Warrior's room.

When the noise finally subsided, Dumbledore said with a smile: "Okay, now our four warriors have been selected. I know that I can completely rely on you all, including Beauxbatons, Ilvermorny and Demster." Other classmates of Lang, you will definitely go all out to support your warriors..."

A burst of hissing sparks suddenly interrupted his words, and everyone noticed the unusually flickering Goblet of Fire behind them.

The red flame that was supposed to be extinguished ignited again, crackling sparks splashed everywhere, and a long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, holding up two more pieces of parchment.

As if subconsciously, Dumbledore reached out and grabbed the parchment, staring at the name written on it.

Everyone in the Great Hall was waiting for Dumbledore.

After a brief silence, Dumbledore cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Hogwarts, Harry Potter!"

There was no applause and there was silence in the auditorium.

Everyone's eyes were cast on the boy with the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. With an incredible look in his eyes, a buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, as if there were countless angry bees chirping.

The adult wizards at the guest table had complicated expressions. Some were sizing up Harry and some were sizing up Dumbledore. Only Bagman's eyes showed joy.

Unpopular...dark horse...odds!

A series of words flashed through his mind, and eventually they turned into a golden, round thing.

"Golden Gallon..."

Bagman murmured subconsciously. He suppressed the joy of laughing out loud and asked in a deep voice with an eager expression, "Principal Dumbledore, what is the other note? Please read it out too."