In fact, not only him, but also other students who were selected as warriors were in a daze at this moment.

The auditorium was silent, as if everyone's eyes had not yet returned from the names shining on the ceiling of the auditorium.

Cedric turned his head slightly, lowered his voice to an almost inaudible level, and whispered in Dumbledore's ear:

"Professor, is this also within your calculations?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore shook his head woodenly. He felt more than a thousand pairs of questioning eyes pressing on his shoulders like hands, making his body sink.

But he quickly came out of his surprise and returned to his original calm. His blue eyes swept across the faces of Cyrus and Grindelwald as fast as a bird flying over the lake, and he saw the smiles of both of them at the same time.

"Albus, what's going on?" Mag came over in quick, quick steps.

Cyrus had never seen her so flustered in his memory. In fact, it was true that the strict and rigid Professor McGonagall had devoted half of her life to Hogwarts after her two romances ended in not-so-happy endings.

Hogwarts was her destiny, her home.

She is like an old grandmother in a family, who has to worry about everything and doesn't want to see anything bad happen to Hogwarts, but this change has already been shown to the whole world.

Every questioning look present pierced her like a knife.

The only thing that supported her at this moment and prevented her from fainting immediately was that Albus Dumbledore was still here.

"I also want to know what's going on." Barty Crouch Jr. walked over angrily. He used Ms. Maxime's tall body to sweep away all obstacles and rushed over like a mad talisman horse bigger than a hill.

"Give me an explanation, Dumbledore!"

He was really angry. Although he and Voldemort had secretly made some preparations and guessed that the four "devil kings" would gather together, he never thought that Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Cyrus would participate in the competition together! Beauxbatons was the only magic school without a principal. Of course, Voldemort was missing now. Even if Barty Crouch Jr. participated himself, facing the three legendary wizards, the result would only be death.

"I don't remember anyone telling me that the principal was allowed to participate in the Warriors Tournament," he said coldly.

"Let me make it clear in advance that Mr. Grindelwald is not the headmaster of Durmstrang, and he did not graduate from Durmstrang." Vida Rosier said with a chuckle.

But not many people care about this. In fact, no one cares about the name Harry Potter that spewed out of the Goblet of Fire. Even if Harry does not meet the age requirement, he is at least a student.

Cyrus is okay, he looks young and he left the United States, so he is not actually that famous.

But Dumbledore and Grindelwald...

"Albus, I think the Goblet of Fire may have been sealed for hundreds of years, and the magic inside has become ineffective and chaotic. I think maybe we can start over again... use other methods to select the warriors..." Babajid suggested.

But Dumbledore raised his hand and shook his head slightly.

"I think that no matter how chaotic the magic of the Goblet of Fire is, it is impossible to choose a name it doesn't know out of thin air."

"You mean, someone deliberately put your name in it?"

Dumbledore did not answer immediately. He paused, his blue eyes looking at each wizard.

Everyone present was waiting for him to make a decision, to decide whether the Goblet of Fire competition, which had not officially started yet and was already in chaos, could be held smoothly. Some people were also worried that they might be mistaken by Dumbledore as someone who was ruining the competition.

"I guess there's no hope." Ron shook his head at Harry pessimistically, and then asked, "When did you sign up? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't sign up, so someone else must have voted for me." Harry shook his head. "I suspect it was Voldemort, what do you think? He must want to use the Warriors Tournament to make Cyrus and Professor Dumbledore both lose. And that Grindelwald, maybe he's here for revenge too!"

"You make sense." Ron nodded in agreement. "If Dumbledore's brain wasn't broken, he wouldn't have continued the game."

But Dumbledore's answer was obviously beyond Ron's expectations.

"I mean, I'm very happy that the Goblet of Fire thinks I'm worthy of the title of Warrior, because it represents not only magical power, but also many admirable qualities, such as integrity, wisdom, courage, and ambition..."

He spoke one by one, and every time he mentioned a quality, his gaze lingered on the corresponding academy. Every little wizard covered by his gaze straightened his back subconsciously.

"Albus, you don't want to continue the game?" McGonagall's voice was shaking, "This is ridiculous, the whole world is watching us!"

"The Goblet of Fire is a contract, Minerva. Once the champion is chosen, the trial cannot be terminated." Dumbledore said firmly, "We must abide by the charter. The charter clearly states that anyone whose name is ejected from the Goblet of Fire must compete in the tournament."

Cyrus watched them quarreling, and as the instigator, he seemed to be a person who was out of the incident. He still sat in the staff seat, raised his eyes and sent a small signal to a hidden corner.

Then, a beetle flew away without anyone noticing.

"We don't know how this situation came about," Dumbledore said to every student in the hall, and also explained to every wizard who could see the scene through the magic drone.

"But in my opinion, we have no choice but to accept it. Gellert Grindelwald, Cyrus and I, the three of us must participate in the competition. We will form teams for our own schools. Of course, this is a little unfair to Beauxbatons. I think we can give some preferential treatment elsewhere." Dumbledore proposed a plan.

Although this plan may not satisfy everyone, there is no better way at present. The flame of the Goblet of Fire has been extinguished, and if we want to ignite it again, we can only wait for the next championship to start.

"I have no objection to this, Dumbledore." Cyrus finally put down the food in his hand and came to everyone. "During the competition, Bellatrix Black will replace me as the referee."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bella took a graceful step forward and bowed slightly.

"I have no objection either." Grindelwald stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was looking at the starry ceiling of the auditorium. He walked to the front absentmindedly and stood side by side with Cyrus and Dumbledore. His tone was frivolous and his eyes were provocative:

After Grindelwald finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows towards Cyrus in a subtle way.

Cyrus understood what he meant.

Graves, who was present as the referee, and several other Aurors from the International Confederation of Wizards all showed great anger on their faces. One of the wizards stood up excitedly and shouted loudly: "The game must be stopped, Albus Dumbledore!"

In fact, when Grindelwald said this, the nature of the tournament had completely changed - it was no longer an event for schools to exchange and promote friendship, but a continuation of the war between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the International Confederation of Wizards and the Wizarding Party fifty years ago! Decades ago, the Wizarding Party launched a bloody and brutal reform, and those hatreds did not die so simply! Of course, the influence of the Wizarding Party will not disappear in just fifty years. If Grindelwald wins this time, more people will gather around him and fight for his beliefs! The International Confederation of Wizards will never allow the war to start again in this way.

On the contrary, although Cyrus stood side by side with the two of them, except for a few people who knew Cyrus's strength, most wizards did not take Cyrus seriously. They all subconsciously believed that the victory or defeat between Dumbledore and Grindelwald would determine the final outcome of this battle and the direction of the world.

"The Goblet of Fire has decided it, and no one can stop it." Dumbledore shook his head first, then motioned for them to rest assured.

Graves, who should have been more radical, calmed down after seeing Cyrus.

"In that case, I can only agree."

Barty Crouch Jr. walked to the front with a gloomy face. He was now worried about his master, Voldemort. He believed that Voldemort would definitely return from time in a stronger state, so he specially added the names of Harry and Cyrus in the Goblet of Fire.

But judging from the current situation, even if the Dark Lord is resurrected, he can't defeat Cyrus and Dumbledore together, right? His tall body stood gracefully beside Grindelwald, leaning over to look at Grindelwald.

——The devil during World War II, a powerful wizard who almost swept the whole world and changed the wizarding landscape. Although Voldemort has always looked down on Grindelwald, he thinks Grindelwald is just a loser, not only lost to Dumbledore, but also imprisoned in Nurmengard, sad and pitiful.

But now, Barty Jr. has to consider whether he should extend an olive branch to Grindelwald to ensure that he will not be isolated and helpless after the Dark Lord's resurrection.

'Grindelwald was once Dumbledore's greatest enemy, so the chances are good.'

As he thought about it, he subconsciously moved a little closer to Grindelwald.

At this moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the dark auditorium, followed by a crisp "click" sound of film rolling. A woman in bright colors walked in with high heels - Rita Skeeter.

This female reporter who was sent to prison by Cyrus himself was bailed out by him with gold galleons not long ago.

A few months in Azkaban made her lose a lot of weight, but it did not change her annoying personality, nor did it change the automatic writing quill that loved to make up stories.

Now, of course, she works for Cyrus.

Rita Skeeter's ability to make up stories will surely add a lot of reading value to this competition. In this era, wizards mainly obtain information through reading.

Babajide realized that things could not be changed, so he could only say: "In this case, the competition will continue. The referee positions of Albus Dumbledore and Cyrus will be transferred to Ms. McGonagall and Ms. Black respectively. In addition, before the official competition begins, perhaps we need to discuss whether to modify the content of the competition..."

He paused, speaking so many words in one breath that he was a little out of breath: "The first project will be carried out on November 24th, in front of other students and the judges."

"Ilvermorny will attend on time." Cyrus said, then waved to the ten students and led them out of the auditorium.

"Cassandra, Fisher, come to my office." Cyrus gave a brief instruction.

Cassandra and Fisher were the other two warriors chosen from Ilvermorny. They suddenly had to compete with the headmasters. Fisher seemed not so confident, but Cassandra was very happy to fight alongside Cyrus.

When she passed by the Gryffindor table, she raised her eyebrows provocatively at Ginny and Hermione, and her arrogant eyes were almost arrogant. Ginny was so angry that she almost jumped up and cast a spell on her.

After returning to their carriages, the other wizards who were not selected did not return to their rooms immediately. Instead, they gathered in the public area of ​​the carriage and enthusiastically discussed what had just happened, especially arguing about which of the three headmasters was stronger.

Cyrus took Cassandra and Fisher back to his mobile office in the carriage. Although it was called an office, it was actually more like a small room with a structure similar to that of a hotel suite, with the desk not far from the bed.

"Professor, do you have any instructions?" Fisher said nervously, "I heard that Grindelwald and Dumbledore are very likely to be among the most powerful wizards in the world..."

"You don't have to worry about that, Fisher." Cassandra said softly, her tone like a veil fluttering in the wind, "The professor is just as capable as they are."

"Of course I believe that!"

Fisher would never forget the sight of thunderbirds, ocelots, horned water snakes, and goblins bowing before Cyrus.

"Well, there's no need to brag for me. What I want to tell you is that it seems that Dumbledore, Grindelwald and I have joined the competition, but in fact, the pressure you will face will be even greater.

"We have our own battles, and you will likely face more enemies," Cyrus said softly.

It is impossible for Cyrus, Dumbledore and Grindelwald to really compete with the young wizards. On the other hand, Voldemort did not participate in the competition in Beauxbatons himself, but it is unknown whether the selected members will be replaced by Death Eaters.

They don't care about any magic contract, nor do they care about the life and death of Beauxbatons students.

And there is Voldemort. Since Grindelwald believes through the prophecy that Voldemort will be resurrected, this game carries great danger from the very beginning.

"I won't lose to those young boys." Cassandra said confidently. ——Soon , it was November.

The first event of the competition is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)