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"Haha, it's really special," Moody licked his lips. He didn't even pretend. Apart from his appearance, he looked nothing like Moody.

"How do you want to cooperate?"

"I want you to put my name in the Goblet of Fire," Lamia said casually.

"You saw it." Moody turned around affirmatively, and the murderous aura gathered again, as if his weakness had been discovered.

"Don't worry, Professor. I won't tell you anything. Just help me."

About fifteen minutes later, Lamia walked out of Moody's office alone. Outside the door, Harry, Hermione and Ron were hiding behind the pillars. When they saw Lamia coming out, they hurried to greet her.

"Lamia, what happened? Are you okay?" Hermione asked first, but she was relieved because there was nothing wrong with Lamia.

"It's okay, Hermione, it's late, everyone should go home." Lamia said, squeezing Hermione's hand on her shoulder.

……

A few days later, Hogwarts held another banquet. This banquet was different from the usual ones. It was particularly grand and many wizards from other places came. Lamia was not surprised at all. After all, it was the opening ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament. Of course, the more grand the better.

Ron was the most excited that day, because the class that was delayed happened to be Professor Snape's Potions class, and they couldn't wait to sing a song to celebrate.

The auditorium looked completely different that day. When they went downstairs for dinner, they found that the auditorium had been decorated overnight.

Large silk banners hung on the walls, one for each Hogwarts house: Gryffindor's was red with a gold lion, Ravenclaw's was blue with a bronze eagle, Hufflepuff's was yellow with a black badger, and finally, Slytherin's was green with a silver python.

Behind the teacher's desk hung the largest banner, with a lion, eagle, badger, and snake emblems connected together, surrounding a large letter H.

"Lamia, here!" Hermione waved and called Lamia, leaving an empty seat next to her.

Lamia walked over with a smile and sat down to listen to Hermione complain about how abnormal Ron was today.

"You have no idea, I've never seen so many Chocolate Frogs. Harry is always like this, he always pampers Ron..." Hermione said one sentence after another, and she couldn't finish what she said.

Lamia looked towards the center of the hall. It was already full of people, both from Hogwarts and from other places.

"Look! That's Krum!" Ron mumbled with something stuffed in his mouth.

After a while, Dumbledore and a group of wizards behind him came over with smiles on their faces. They seemed to be having a good chat. It seemed that they had arrived a long time ago. However, Lamia had never seen them in Hogwarts.

"Quiet - the banquet is about to begin, but we have to change something -" Dumbledore waved his wand, and the chicken drumstick in front of Ron transformed into a steaming bowl of cream of mushroom soup.

"Oh my God! Where's my chicken drumstick?" Ron yelled as he swallowed the last bite. He rummaged through the tablecloth with his greasy hands, as if his chicken drumstick would appear in the next second.

On the other side, Dumbledore was still talking.

"The specific events of this year's warrior competition have been confirmed by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman from the Ministry of Magic. I believe there will be no problem--" said Dumbledore.

Filch then placed the box on the table in front of him, his movements extremely careful.

"They also put a lot of arrangements into each event, which is necessary: ​​there are three events in total, held at different times throughout the school year, and they will test the warriors in many different ways - their magical talents - their courage and their reasoning skills - and of course, their ability to overcome danger."

After hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and it seemed that everyone stopped breathing.

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the election to note that this competition is not a child's play, and you must not participate recklessly.

Once a warrior is chosen by the Goblet of Fire, he must persist in the game to the end. Whoever casts his name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be observed.

Once you become a Warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. Therefore, please think twice and make sure that you really want to participate in the competition before you vote in the cup. Of course, I believe that some students have already voted. "

Dumbledore said seriously.

"I think we should have a chance to go too. Who can get in given the age limit he set?" Ron smacked the mushroom soup in his mouth as two tall figures came over.

"Ronnie, forget it. George and I have tried it before, and it doesn't work at all. Even magic doesn't work." Fred said listlessly.

Lamia said nothing, staring at the Goblet of Fire without blinking. The blue flame burning inside reflected every student who had the ambition to achieve success.

If nothing unexpected happens, Cedric will be in danger in the competition. Lamia understood what he meant almost at the same time the system issued this task.

"Now," said Dumbledore, "champions who have been announced will go to the top of the Great Hall, pass the staff table, and enter the next room"—he pointed to the door behind the staff table—"there you will receive your first steps."

Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it vigorously.

In an instant, all the candles except those in the pumpkin lanterns were extinguished, and the auditorium was suddenly plunged into a state of semi-light and semi-darkness.

The Goblet of Fire now emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything else in the entire hall. The blue-white flame with sparks was almost dazzling. Everyone was watching and waiting, and several people kept looking at the watch on their wrists.

"Almost there," whispered Lee Jordan, who was two seats away from Harry.

Lamia's silver hair was stained with a hint of blue.

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and sparks flew out.

Then a tongue of fire shot into the air, and from it flew a piece of charred parchment—and everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Dumbledore took the parchment and squinted so that he could read the words in the light of the flame.

The flames now returned to their bluish-white color.

"The champion of Durmstrang," he said in a clear and forceful voice, "is Viktor Krum."

"Not surprising at all!" shouted Ron, as applause and cheers spread across the Great Hall, and Viktor Krum rose from the Slytherin table and slouched towards Dumbledore.

Suddenly he turned right, walked along the staff table, and entered the next room through the door.

Lamia stroked her chin in thought.