Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

In the guest of honor seat, Professor Dumbledore arranged for Madam Maxime and Headmaster Karkaroff to sit on his left and right. Professor Dumbledore remained standing and said in a pleasant voice:

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and especially distinguished guests! Welcome to Hogwarts. I hope you can feel relaxed and happy here. The Triwizard Tournament will officially begin after this dinner. Before that, please enjoy the dinner. Don't be polite. It's like being back home!"

After Professor Dumbledore finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and all kinds of delicious food appeared out of thin air on the plates on the table.

Thanks to the guests, Aries enjoyed exotic dishes at the dinner. It seemed that the house-elves of Hogwarts had done their best to raise the standard of this dinner to the highest level.

The students of Beauxbatons sat at the long table of Ravenclaw, but some of them seemed unhappy.

In contrast, the students of Durmstrang were much happier. They had taken off their heavy fur cloaks and were wearing red wizard robes underneath.

The students of Durmstrang sat at the long Slytherin table, enjoying the dinner while looking around the Great Hall, looking very interested.

Draco was talking to Viktor beside him, and Viktor responded from time to time. Harry and Ron would sometimes glance towards the Slytherin table, and when they saw Draco's smug expression, they rolled their eyes in anger.

"Excuse me, can I take this plate of mixed fish soup away?" A pleasant female voice sounded.

Aries looked up and saw a beautiful girl pointing at a plate of French fish soup on the table and asking softly. The girl had long, silvery, smooth hair that reached her waist, deep blue eyes, and a row of neat, white teeth that sparkled in her every frown and smile.

Ron's breathing was rapid and his face flushed red. He didn't answer, but just stared at the girl blankly, making some strange little noises in his throat.

"Oh, of course!" Aris hooked his finger, and the plate of French fish soup floated up and automatically floated in front of the girl.

The girl looked at Aris for a second longer. "Thank you," she said. "Have you tasted it?"

"No," said Aries, "You can enjoy it with confidence, ma'am. Welcome to Hogwarts." Aries said in a polite but distant tone. When Professor Dumbledore gave his welcome speech, the girl sneered with disdain, which made Aries have a bad impression of this beautiful girl.

The pretty girl picked up the French bouillabaisse and carefully returned to the long table of Ravenclaw. Ron stared at her closely and muttered to himself, "She must be a veela..."

"Not necessarily," Hermione said teasingly, "I don't see Aeris staring at anyone like an idiot."

"She should have Veela blood," Aeris said slowly while chewing a piece of French steak, "She is a hybrid of human and Veela. I can feel her natural charm."

"That's incredible," Ron said, leaning sideways so he could see the Veela girl returning to the Ravenclaw table. "There aren't any girls like this at Hogwarts..."

"Who said that?" Aeris said, "How is our Miss Know-it-all worse than her?"

Hermione's cheeks flushed.

"That's right," Harry also spoke up, "Qiu Zhang is also..."

"Here comes Mr. Crouch!" said Aris. "Who is the other man?"

Ron came back to his senses and looked at the guest of honor. "It's Ludo Bagman, the head of the Department of Sports and Physical Education of the Ministry of Magic," Ron said in surprise. "He used to be a famous batsman. What are they doing here?"

"Obviously," Hermione said matter-of-factly, "they organized the Triwizard Tournament, and they're here to witness the opening ceremony."

After dessert, Ron was slightly disappointed because the Veela girl didn't come back to get dessert.

After the dinner was over, Professor Dumbledore stood up amid everyone's expectant gazes.

"This exciting moment has finally arrived," Professor Dumbledore said loudly:

"Please allow me to introduce to you the biggest contributor who has been busy preparing for the Triwizard Tournament for several months:"

"Head of the Department of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic: Mr. Barty Crouch;"

"And, Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Sports and Sport!"

When the applause in the hall died down, Professor Dumbledore continued:

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman will form the judging panel along with myself, Madame Maxime and Headmaster Karkaroff to grade the warriors' performances."

"Mr. Filch, please bring the box up." Professor Dumbledore waved in the direction of a shadow.

Mr. Filch, who had been hiding there, walked out at some point, carrying a large, gorgeous wooden box decorated with all kinds of jewels and diamonds.

The students looked at the big wooden box in Mr. Filch's hand curiously. Dennis even stood on a chair to see it more clearly.

Mr. Filch placed the big wooden box in front of Professor Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore flipped his hand and a wand appeared in his hand. He tapped the big wooden box lightly with the wand, and the lid of the box opened automatically, and a rough wooden goblet with blue and white flames floated out.

After the lid of the wooden box was closed, the Goblet of Fire fell on the top of the big wooden box. The appearance of this wooden goblet was ordinary, not even as good as the box that contained it, but Aeris still felt the extraordinaryness of the Goblet of Fire.

"The specific items of this year's Triwizard Tournament have been carefully reviewed. The three items will be held at different times this school year," Professor Dumbledore said solemnly.

"The three events will test the warriors' courage, bravery, magical attainments, reasoning ability, and their on-the-spot reactions when facing danger from different aspects."

"There will be three warriors, one from each school. They will participate in three events at the same time. At the end of each event, the judges will give a score. After all three events are finished, the warrior with the highest score will win the Triwizard Tournament."

"The fair referee who will select the three warriors is this Goblet of Fire. Students who want to run for the title of Warrior should write their real name and school on a small piece of parchment and put it into the Goblet of Fire. The Goblet of Fire will select the person it thinks is suitable to participate in the competition. The registration period is 24 hours. After the Halloween dinner tomorrow, the Goblet of Fire will announce the candidates for the Warriors of each school."

"The Goblet of Fire will be placed in the entrance hall tonight," Professor Dumbledore said in a more serious tone.

"In order to prevent students who are not old enough from being tempted, I will draw an age limit around the Goblet of Fire. Anyone under the age of seventeen cannot enter within five meters of the Goblet of Fire. You should not expect to throw your name into the Goblet of Fire. Those who do not put their name into the Goblet of Fire will not be recognized by the Goblet of Fire."

"Finally, I want to say that the Triwizard Tournament is not a game. Every student who wants to put their name in the Goblet of Fire should pay attention and think twice before doing so. Putting your name in the Goblet of Fire means signing a magical contract with the Goblet of Fire that must be obeyed and cannot be violated. Once you are chosen by the Goblet of Fire, you must participate until the end of the competition. Believe me, the consequences of violating the contract are something that no one wants to see."

Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at all the students in the hall. Finally, he smiled kindly and said gently: "It's very late. Everyone should go to bed. Good night!"

The Weasley twins began to plan how to cross Professor Dumbledore's age limit and put their names in the Goblet of Fire.

Ron said anxiously, "Where do Viktor Krum and the others sleep? I don't mind giving up my bed, really!"

"To be honest, Ron," Aris said helplessly, "we do mind it."

Headmaster Karkaroff's voice rang out: "Well, let's all get back to the ship. Willie, would you like a hot drink before bed?"

Viktor shook his head silently. In Aris's opinion, this guy who was so powerful on the Quidditch field seemed to be a little bad at speaking.

Aeris, Harry, Hermione and Ron all politely let the guests from Durmstrang go first. Ron did not hide the enthusiasm in his eyes when he looked at Viktor.

"Thank you~" Headmaster Karkaroff said casually, his eyes seemed to sweep across the scar on Harry's forehead. He turned his head suddenly and stared at Harry's scar on his forehead with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Yes, he is the boy who survived." Professor Moody limped over with the sound of "dong dong dong" and said angrily and impatiently, "He is Harry Potter, Karkaroff, if you don't want to go out, get out of the way. We don't have time to accompany you here all night and make a fuss."

"It's you?" Headmaster Karkaroff looked at Professor Moody with a complicated expression.

"It's me!" Professor Moody said, "Either leave or get out of the way. It's not the right thing for a guest to cause trouble to the host!"

Headmaster Karkaroff stared at Professor Moody for a while, waved his hand, and left with the Durmstrang students.

Professor Moody stared at Principal Karkaroff's back until he disappeared, with an expression of extreme disgust on his face.