After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

"Brilliant, Viktor!" Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang, roared in a voice so loud that everyone could hear it despite the loud applause in the hall. "I knew you were destined to be the champion!"

The applause and chatter died down, and now everyone's attention was once again focused on Dumbledore, waiting for him to read the next name.

"Oh, don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Dumbledore stroked his beard and said slowly.

"The champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Lamia saw a girl who looked like a Veela stand up gracefully, shake her beautiful hair, and walk gracefully between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

The girl was very cold. She didn't look at anyone and walked up to Dumbledore. After bowing, she walked back to the room calmly.

"Oh, look, they're all disappointed," Hermione said above the clamor, nodding to the other Beauxbatons representatives.

Lamia looked over. Well, no wonder Hermione said that. The whole Beauxbatons Academy was filled with girls crying, and the other two girls who were not chosen wanted to wet each other's arms with their tears.

After Fleur Delacour walked into the next room, the hall fell silent again. A strong excitement brewed in the silence, and everyone was whispering. It was already the most exciting moment.

Next up is the Hogwarts warrior...

At this time, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks flew, and tongues of flame shot high into the air. Dumbledore drew another piece of parchment from the tip of the tongue of fire.

"The Champion of Hogwarts," he cried, "is Cedric Diggory!"

Dumbledore was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes, as if he had returned to his youth.

"Oops!" Ron shouted, but no one heard him except Harry. The cheers on the table next to him were deafening.

The Hufflepuffs were the most excited; they were all jumping up and down, screaming and stamping their feet.

Cedric walked past them, with several flowers stuffed into his hands by the bold girls. He smiled brightly and walked towards the room behind the staff desk.

The cheers for Cedric went on for a long time, and even Dumbledore showed no intention of stopping them.

It was not until Lamia saw Karkaroff whispering to the wizard next to him that Dumbledore quieted everyone down and continued to listen to him.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore exclaimed happily when the noise finally died down. "Well, now our three champions have been chosen." He looked very pleased with Cedric. Lamia had never seen Dumbledore like this before.

"I know I can fully trust all of you, including the other students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. You will definitely do your best to support your warriors. By cheering for the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event—"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and everyone could see what had caught his attention.

The flame in the goblet turned red again.

Lamia narrowed her eyes. Here it comes. Little Barty's method is really clever. Not a single wizard noticed it.

Sparks crackled and a long tongue of fire suddenly shot up into the air, holding up another piece of parchment.

Dumbledore seemed completely unaware. He subconsciously stretched out a slender hand and grabbed the parchment.

He held it far away and stared at the name written on it.

For a moment, there was a long silence in the auditorium. Karkaroff opened his mouth in disbelief and said something. He didn't use English, and Lamia couldn't understand it at all, but it definitely didn't look like he was saying anything good.

But Dumbledore obviously understood, and his face did not look very good.

Dumbledore stared at the note in his hand, and everyone in the Great Hall stared at Dumbledore.

Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud -

"Harry Potter."

Harry sat there, conscious that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him, frozen in time, his mind blank.

He must be dreaming—he must have heard it wrong.

The entire Hogwarts student body became noisy, and they all rushed to say Harry's age. Even Hermione looked at Harry.

A buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were buzzing.

Some students stood up to get a better look at Harry, but he sat frozen in his seat.

Professor McGonagall stood up at the head guest table and walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, whispering anxiously in Professor Dumbledore's ear. Dumbledore listened attentively, frowning slightly.

Harry turned to look at Ron, Hermione, and Lamia. Behind them, at the long Gryffindor table, he saw that the students were staring at him with their mouths open.

"I didn't put my name in," said Harry blankly. "You know I didn't."

Ron grabbed Harry's sleeve. It was impossible to tell the expression on his face, but Hermione's expression was very strange.

But Lamia didn't move at all. She still had the same expression, staring straight at the Goblet of Fire in the field.

Sure enough, the next second, sparks flew above the Goblet of Fire again, but the difference was that this time the flame was purple-blue, deep and dangerous, as if reminding everyone who saw it to stay away.

At the faculty head table, Moody's face was solemn. He stared at Lamia. Only he knew what happened at that time. He didn't use any means at all and easily put Lamia's name in.

It was too easy, and too abnormal.

This time Dumbledore was even more shocked, even more caught off guard than when the parchment with Harry's name just appeared.

Fortunately, Dumbledore reached out and took the parchment. After seeing the contents clearly, he hesitated for a moment and then read it out loud.

"Lamia Nocturne!"

Unlike the commotion Harry caused, there was no sound in the hall this time.

There was no applause and no noise.

Everyone seemed to be looking for Lamia, and everyone was guessing her real age. Unlike Harry, no one here knew her.

"Not fair! Not fair! Not fair!"

After a while, under someone's deliberate leadership, protests from students rang out throughout the hall, especially those from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons.

"Quiet!"

Moody stood up, wand raised, his terrifying eyes moving around as if he was memorizing the faces of every shouting student.

The students had all heard of him to some extent, and even if they had not, they had been introduced to him by the students at Hogwarts. Therefore, most of them were shocked by him and became quiet.

At this time, Dumbledore finally stood up.