At the Halloween dinner, Hermione's appetite was whetted. She was startled and said, "Oh my, is it true? Valen ran into your dormitory and exchanged an hourglass? I bet she was heartbroken..."

She happily picked up a large piece of pork chop for herself.

"You're so happy now," said Ron. He and Harry didn't use the aging potion.

"Of course I'm happy," Hermione put down her knife and fork and looked at the two of them seriously, "You saw it this afternoon, Hagrid was able to lift his head from a bucket of slippery softener and told us that he was looking forward to the first project... You should know how dangerous the competition is!"

Ron's fork shook in his hand. He was somewhat convinced by this argument: "What was the last thing that made Hagrid happy?"

"The blasting-tailed skrewt." Seamus said unhappily. In

the professor's seat, Felix finished the last mouthful of seafood soup in his bowl and stopped. His eyes swept across the hundreds of pumpkin lanterns in the corner and the bats flapping on the ceiling, and fell on the restless little wizards.

He could fully sense the anxiety that permeated the hall, which was one of the skills he learned from the Dementors.

"It's a bit choking." He muttered.

Flitwick looked at him curiously, retracted his outstretched hand, and lost interest in the pot of seafood soup in front of Felix.

There was one more person in the professor's chair today than yesterday. Mr. Barty Crouch looked sick. After hurriedly eating a few bites of mashed potato patties, he leaned back in his chair, looking absent-minded, in stark contrast to Ludo Bagman who was beaming beside him.

"...When I was serving in the Wasps, I received a bunch of flowers after every game, and there were also foreign fans... Which country? I don't know... I don't know them, anyway, it was a long list of names, I guess they were female fans, and there was a smell of perfume on the note... It would be nice if Barty was here, he could help me translate, right?"

Bagman turned his head to look at Mr. Crouch, who snorted with a straight face.

"Oh, Barty, you don't look well. Maybe you should rest for a while..."

"I'll consider it." Mr. Crouch said dully. Even though he looked bad, he still carefully dressed himself up. His clothes were wrinkle-free and looked very similar to the style of the headmaster of Ilvermorny.

Most of the students had finished their meals. Amid the expectant eyes of the crowd, Dumbledore stood up.

He waved his wand and the hall was completely dark. The Goblet of Fire had been moved to the front of the professor's seat. At this moment, it suddenly shone brightly, the flame soared high, and the blue-white flame turned into a dazzling red, with sparks flying everywhere.

A half-burned parchment flew out.

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

The hall applauded like thunder. Krum stood up from his seat and, under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, turned to the room next to the hall.

"There is still hope. There are still two places!" The Durmstrang student next to him encouraged himself.

After a while, another piece of parchment flew out.

"Drmstrang, Ors Polyarco." Dumbledore read out.

The boy who had just spoken burst into tears of joy. He yelled out loudly, "I knew it!" He stood up and waved his fists vigorously, almost tripping over the table. The headmaster of Durmstrang snorted.

Next was the third champion of Durmstrang

, "Drmstrang, Adim Burwick."

Dumbledore wiped his eyes and said emotionally, "How touching! The three champions will unite and fight for the honor of the school..."

In the following period of time, which was not a short period of time, the Goblet of Fire appeared with signed slips of paper, selecting the champions of the remaining four schools.

"Beauxbatons, Fleur

Delacour, Jacqueline Bourgeois,

Francois Lafontaine."

The three champions of Beauxbatons went to the room next to the hall to rest one by one, but the students' minds were in a mess, as if time had still stopped at the moment when the girl who looked like a Veela stood up.

The girl named Furong gracefully swung her silver hair and walked lightly between the two tables, like an elf...

It can be expected that this picture will be imprinted in the hearts of many students and they will never forget it.

"Next is the champion of Ilvermorny, Victor Percival

Gravesian Lunn

and the third champion, Byers Bach."

Byers stood up happily and walked into the small room next to the hall with the farewell of Gryffindor students.

"Next is the turn of the champion of Uagadou, Lashawn

Elifendinona

Lebert Panagiota Brandsego."

The warriors of Uagadou stood up. They did not act individually like the previous process, but waited until all three people were selected before leaving together.

The students of Hogwarts looked at their backs. One of the two wizards was tall and burly, looking like a walking wall. He was at least a foot taller than Cedric. You know, Cedric was already very tall among the students of Hogwarts. The other had an eagle-like hairstyle and was not small in height, but he looked like a dwarf when standing next to the person next to him.

The only girl among the three was as tall as Fleur, but her body was full of strength. In the not-so-warm weather, she was wearing a thin leopard-skin cloak.

"Finally, it's the champion from Hogwarts." Dumbledore said happily. He read out the name on the note thrown out by the Goblet of Fire: "Cedric Diggory"

"Oops!" Ron said loudly. Fortunately, no one heard it except Harry and Hermione. The cheers from the next table were about to blow the roof off. Dumbledore had to wait for a while with the second note. During the waiting period, the third note also came out with a tongue of fire.

"The second and third champions are Roger Davis and Collins Foley. Let's cheer for them." He read out the names of the remaining two in one breath.

There was another deafening applause, and the Gryffindor students followed suit, clapping their hands. They felt a little uncomfortable because none of the three champions was a Gryffindor. They were not happy at all.

When the noise died down, Dumbledore said with a smile, "Okay, please ask the last three champions to take a rest in the room next to the hall. I am happy to announce to everyone that the Goblet of Fire has successfully completed its mission. Next, I believe that everyone will support the champions of their own school and contribute their own strength to this event, then..."

He suddenly stopped talking, and the Goblet of Fire, which was supposed to be extinguished, became dazzling again, and the blazing flames made his face red.

A note flew out, and he subconsciously caught it, looked down, and after a brief silence, he cleared his throat and read loudly

"Harry Potter."

There was no cheering, and the hall was silent. Gradually, a buzzing sound sounded, and everyone looked at Harry, including the students sitting next to Harry, who looked at him with incredible eyes.

"I didn't put my name in." Harry said blankly, and he looked at Ron and Hermione, "You know I didn't, I've always been with you."

Hermione still opened her mouth and her eyes were wide open. Ron forced a smile, "Yes, we've always been together. Congratulations, Harry."

"This is not a matter of congratulations!" Harry shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the hall.

On the other side, Professor McGonagall stood up from the professor's seat in a panic, and stumbled when passing Felix, "Be careful, Minerva." He said. But McGonagall didn't notice at all. She hurried to Dumbledore's side and said something fiercely.

Dumbledore said seriously, "I know, Minerva, but..." He raised his voice and held up the half-burned paper in his hand, "Harry Potter, go to the next door of the Great Hall first."

Harry stumbled out, looking at the astonished faces, feeling that he didn't belong here. He walked to Dumbledore, who nodded at him and pointed him in the direction. He took a few steps and heard another loud inhalation behind him.

He turned back suddenly and looked at the Goblet of Fire that turned red again in disbelief like everyone else. After the first mistake, the second mistake followed.

It must be broken, Harry thought, this broken wooden cup had a problem, and maybe a third unlucky person would be called out later.

Dumbledore quickly picked up the paper and read out the name on it in a deep voice, "Hermione Granger."

A scream came from the Gryffindor seat, and Hermione covered her mouth, unable to believe her ears. But at this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the Goblet of Fire, and an inexplicable expectation surged in their hearts.

Even Dumbledore was the same, staring at the Goblet of Fire silently, behind the half-moon-shaped lens was a deep blue.

Harry stayed where he was, the blue-white flames made him dizzy, but he forced himself to look at it, as if he wanted to see the innermost part of the wooden cup, to see the last piece of paper ready to go.

Finally,

Dumbledore caught the flying note, and in the deep and solemn silence of the hall, he calmly read: "Ronald Weasley."