The next day, Felix opened his eyes from the bed and yawned loudly.

The air outside the window was humid and mixed with the smell of soil. After finishing washing, he estimated the time and prepared to go to the hall for dinner.

"Valen, let's go and eat." He called.

On the cradle, the fluffy velvet blanket shook and then became quiet.

"Valen?"

A small hand stretched out from the blanket and waved at him impatiently.

"Chirp!" It was tired from watching the movie last night and didn't want to get up at all.

"...Okay, there are cookies and cakes in the office."

Felix walked out of the room and came to the hall. He unexpectedly found that there was an extra school logo in the hall. He glanced at it and saw the shield emblem of Hogwarts, the petal emblem of Ilvermorny, the crossed wand emblem of Beauxbatons, the double-headed eagle and deer head emblem of Durmstrang, and the last

cone-shaped peak hidden in the clouds. Looking carefully, there was a magnificent building standing halfway up the cone-shaped peak.

Moon Mountain, Vagadu.

"Is Vagadu here too? Was it last night or early this morning?" Felix glanced at the hall and found no new faces, but he saw Krum, the star student of Durmstrang.

He only found out yesterday that the genius seeker who played tricks on the Irish national team seeker twice in the Quidditch World Cup final and finally caught the golden snitch to end the game was still studying at Durmstrang. Can we only

say that Quidditch training is too hard in the wind and rain all day?

At the long table of Slytherin, Krum did not stay with his teammates, but chose to eat alone. There were more than a dozen pairs of admiring eyes around him, constantly stealing glances at him, but he seemed to have gotten used to it and ate breakfast silently.

After eating, he got up and left. Unlike his posture when he was riding a flying broom, he was now silent, with his eyebrows habitually frowned, as if he was in deep thought at any time and place.

At the dinner, Felix finally met the students of Vagadu.

They all had dark skin, and their specific performances were different. Only one student had skin as black as the bottom of a pot, and looked like a walking black block. If he wasn't wearing brown animal skin clothes, it would be difficult to distinguish the different parts of his body. The rest of the students in Vagadu were much more normal. Although they also had dark skin, at least their eyes and noses could be distinguished.

When passing by the table of Ravenclaw College, he heard a little girl muttering in a low voice: "Coffee, brown, dark brown, chocolate, pitch black..."

He grinned and sat next to Madame Maxime in the professor's seat. On her other side was the headmaster of Ilvermorny who closed her eyes and rested.

After chatting for a few words, Felix noticed a sad gaze, and when he looked back, he found Hagrid in the corner. He was startled. Hagrid's dress was very different from before. He didn't know where he turned out a handmade suit, and his beard and hair were carefully groomed. At least it was the first time Felix could distinguish the boundary between the two.

At this moment, Hagrid was looking at him eagerly, no, he was looking at Madame Maxime next to him.

"Is that the professor of Care of Magical Creatures that Dumbledore mentioned?" Madame Maxime asked softly. "

Rubeau Hagrid, the keeper of the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, the key keeper, the professor of Care of Magical Creatures, was born in 1928. He is keen on raising and taming various magical animals. He was expelled from Hogwarts, but it was later proved that it was a malicious slander. He was cleared of the stigma last year. He is the first magical animal expert who successfully tamed the Thestrals, and has a close relationship with most magical animals in the Forbidden Forest. He is warm and sincere, and has a straightforward personality..."

Madame Maxime rolled her eyes, stretched out her big hand like a palm leaf fan and hammered Felix. Felix quickly put on a layer of human armor spell for himself, "bang!" His body shook.

Hagrid, who was seven or eight seats away, had his eyes straight.

The auditorium was particularly crowded today, probably because the students from four foreign schools were scattered in it, which was dazzling.

In relatively formal occasions, students of Hogwarts are required to change into uniform school uniforms.

Thus, among the black wizard robes, there were blue and cranberry colors of Ilvermorny, light blue of Beauxbatons, scarlet of Durmstrang, and brown of Vagado.

Four headmasters sat on both sides of Dumbledore. Felix circled around the short witch twice, and the witch immediately turned her head to look at him. Felix smiled softly, and the witch looked at him carefully for a few seconds before turning her head to talk to Dumbledore.

She used a strange language, speaking fast and hurriedly. Felix could only understand a few sounds, but Dumbledore listened carefully and responded in the same language.

Karkaroff, who was next to the witch, didn't look very happy. He kept fiddling with a golden goblet, deliberately making a loud noise.

The professors' seats were almost full, with only the last two empty seats. After another seven or eight minutes, a short, fat, red-faced wizard appeared from the main entrance of the auditorium, with a warm smile on his face.

"Dumbledore, I'm late. Barty had something urgent to do, so I'm alone..." Bagman said quickly. He looked around: "Ah, you're all here. That's great. I've been worried that the team from Vagado might be late."

The short witch said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Bagman, we won't delay on important matters."

"Ah, of course..." Bagman wiped his sweat and said. He glanced at the only two empty seats left and finally sat next to Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore stood up, and the hall gradually became quiet. Everyone's eyes were on him.

"Welcome! Students from five magic schools gathered together. This is something that hasn't happened in a thousand years." He said happily: "At this solemn moment, I want to say thank you to the house elves in the kitchen. They have put a lot of thought into satisfying different tastes..." "

Then enjoy the food. This is the most important thing tonight."

He sat down, and the empty plates in front of them were suddenly filled with all kinds of food. In addition to the French dishes that appeared last night, there were some strange dishes today, which were placed in front of them in a variety of ways.

At the Gryffindor table, Ron's eyes swept over the French bouillabaisse, yellow egg cheese and white milk jelly, and when he saw a sticky mass of something, he stretched out his fork

.

"Don't!" Hermione shouted. "What's wrong?"

"You won't like it." Hermione said breathlessly, her face abnormally pale, "I didn't expect them to add this dish to the menu."

"What is this?" Harry asked, he didn't smell anything strange.

"Camel fat." Hermione said, she retched and immediately turned her head away, "Believe me, you definitely won't like it."

Ron pushed the plate away with his fork, and Seamus took a piece of it. "Is this some kind of jam?" He put it in his mouth, and Harry and the others stared at him intently.

"Uh, why are you looking at me..." Seamus' face turned the color of liver, and he swallowed it whole, snatched Dean's pumpkin juice, and drank it in one breath.

His eyes turned green, and he looked around frantically. Neville handed him his pumpkin juice tremblingly.

"What the hell is this?" Seamus said angrily after drinking Neville's pumpkin juice. "It's even more disgusting than the slime of the skrewt."

Ron thankfully picked up a greasy sausage and ate it happily.

When the golden plates were cleared one by one, Dumbledore stood up again. A feeling of excitement and tension filled the air of the hall.

"The moment has finally arrived," said Dumbledore, "the tournament is about to begin. Mr. Filch, please bring in the boxes. In the meantime, I would like to explain a few things."

"First of all, I would like to introduce today's important guests to everyone, starting with the headmasters."

"The Headmaster of Beauxbatons, Madam Olympe Maxime;"

"The Headmaster of Durmstrang, Professor Igor Karkaroff;

" "The

Headmaster of Ilvermorny, Professor Egilbert Fontana;" "The Headmaster of Vaugardo, Madam Haria Miniot-Nudge;"

Dumbledore paused, blinked, smiled and said, "And of course, myself, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

Everyone, including students from the other four schools, stared at him in a daze.

"Didn't anyone notice that this is actually a clever joke," Dumbledore said regretfully, "I sorted them by the length of their names..."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat very hard.

"Well, in addition to the five headmasters, there are two others who must be mentioned, Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch. Both gentlemen have worked tirelessly over the past few months. Unfortunately, Mr. Crouch is not here today, but we can see him on Halloween. Thank you, Mr. Filch, just leave it here."

Dumbledore said to Filch with a smile. At this moment, Filch was placing a large wooden box on the table in front of him. He knocked on the lid of the box three times with his wand, and the lid slowly creaked open. Dumbledore

reached in and pulled out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet.

The goblet itself was unremarkable, but it was filled with dancing blue-white flames.

Everyone looked at the Goblet of Fire in fascination.

"As you should know, in the next twenty-four hours, that is, by the end of the Halloween dinner, the goblet will select the names of the three students it thinks best represent the corresponding schools.

Tonight, the Goblet of Fire will be placed in the entrance hall, and all students who are willing to participate in the election can submit their names."

He waited quietly for a while until everyone could hear his words clearly, and then he continued: "There are two things to note. First, I will set an age limit for Hogwarts students."

The discussion buzzed, and he had to raise the volume.

"Second, this is a sincere advice," Dumbledore's expression became extremely serious, "I must remind everyone here that the tournament is not a joke, it is a magical contract that cannot be violated. Once a warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must persist in the competition to the end. Therefore, please think twice."

"Good night, everyone."

When he sat down, the auditorium exploded.