Chapter 286 kicks off.

The uniforms of the girls of Beauxbatons are very clever, showing off their sexy bodies without doubt, but at the same time they are not too revealing or coquettish, instead giving people a sense of dignity and virtue.

Originally, the two teams were far apart, and the boys of Hogwarts didn't feel anything.

But when the Beauxbatons team passed through the middle of the Hogwarts team, the boys of Hogwarts realized that the quality of the girls of Beauxbatons was so high!

Franklin, who was next to Mike, was drooling, and Hilary, who was not far away, was so angry that she kicked Franklin's calf in hatred.

However, Franklin, who was already immersed in Fleur's natural ability, didn't react at all. Like a pervert, his eyes followed the movement of the Beauxbatons team.

Mike looked at Hilary with interest, and the latter immediately hid behind a girl next to him with a red face.

The team of Beauxbatons was not long, and soon disappeared in the castle gate.

Only then did the boys of Hogwarts come back to their senses, sighing with regret.

But before everyone could regret for long, a loud and strange voice floated from the darkness outside the castle.

The voice was very depressing. Everyone looked into the darkness and saw that under the moonlight, the originally calm Black Lake was churning up huge splashes of water.

Then, a huge whirlpool appeared in the center of the lake. The whirlpool expanded, and gradually a black long pole-like thing slowly rose from the center of the whirlpool.

"That's a mast!" A Hufflepuff student in the crowd said with certainty, "It must be right, my father is a sailor!"

His guess was not wrong at all. Slowly, a magnificent ship rose out of the water and anchored in the center of the Black Lake, shining in the moonlight.

It looked very strange, and the surface of the boat was covered with a lot of moss, as if it was a sunken ship that had just been salvaged, or a ghost ship that appeared and disappeared on the sea in legend.

A sound that sounded like an elephant's roar came from the boat, and then the big boat started to move towards the people of Hogwarts.

With a splash of water, an anchor was thrown into the shallow water, and finally, with a snap, a piece of wood was placed on the lakeshore.

The people on the boat were going ashore. Through the lights on the boat, Mike could clearly see that the one walking in front was an old man.

He had long and smooth hair, and his hair color was the same as his fur coat, both silver-white.

Behind him, a pair of burly men followed neatly. These men all had short hair and wore fur coats like the old man at the head of the line, but compared with the old man's, their fur coats looked particularly old, and the fur on them was already knotted.

"Dumbledore!" As he approached, the silver-haired man shouted enthusiastically, "My dear old friend, how are you?"

"Excellent, thank you, Karkaroff."

Dumbledore seemed a little perfunctory, but Karkaroff didn't care. He continued to walk forward, looking up at Hogwarts Castle, and said in a mellow and sweet voice:

"Dear old friend Hogwarts! You are also good!" It was not

until this time that everyone saw the appearance of the white-haired man through the light shining from the castle.

He was tall and thin, with a similar body shape to Dumbledore, with a goatee on his face, and a small curl at the end.

After shaking hands with Dumbledore, he seemed to suddenly think of something, turned his head and said to the back:

"Victor, come here, warm up... You don't mind, Dumbledore? Victor has a cold."

Dumbledore said he didn't mind, and then a boy walked out of the darkness behind Karkaroff and came under the light.

"Oh my god! It's Krum!"

There were low exclamations from the crowd at Hogwarts. The person who came was Krum, the Seeker who showed his prowess in the Quidditch World Cup final!

"I can't believe it. It's Krum!"

Franklin excitedly covered his face with trembling hands. There were many people around who had the same reaction as him.

"Calm down. He's just a Quidditch player." Mike said lightly.

For Mike, who is not very interested in Quidditch, and who is in a high position with a lot of money and power, Krum is really just a Quidditch player. At best, he is just a player with a little fame. It's nothing big.

But others don't think so. Several girls have rushed up with feather pens in their hands to ask for autographs, but they don't have autograph books in their hands. Mike guessed that they wanted Krum to sign on them.

Franklin next to Mike finally reacted, took out his wand and turned into a pen and was ready to rush up, but was firmly stopped by Mike.

"I can't afford to lose this man!"

Mike said so. Seeing this, Franklin gave up the idea of ​​asking for an autograph, but his expression was still a little regretful.

Dumbledore led everyone into the hall. The seats for Hogwarts students had been reserved long ago, so Mike and others quickly found their seats and sat down.

The alumni of Beauxbatons sat next to Ravenclaw, whose school emblem was similar in color to their uniforms.

But they all had gloomy expressions on their faces, and three of them still wrapped their heads tightly with scarves and headscarves.

Only the alumni of Durmstrang still hadn't chosen their seats.

Franklin, who was sitting next to Mike, whispered to himself, as if praying that the people from Durmstrang would sit next to him.

Unfortunately, Malfoy had already invited the students of Durmstrang first and successfully got them to sit at his table.

Many people from other colleges clenched their fists because they saw that Malfoy was talking to Krum, and his eyes would occasionally pass by people from other colleges, as if he was showing off.

The students of Durmstrang took off their heavy cloaks and looked up at the dark, starlit ceiling with interest.

Two of the students even picked up the golden plates and goblets and looked at them carefully, showing great interest.

"Damn Malfoy..."

Franklin complained angrily, but was interrupted by a pleasant voice halfway through his words.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?"

Franklin looked over when he heard the voice, his pupils instantly straightened, his mouth slightly opened, and then he did a backflip and left his seat directly.

"Of course! Miss Furong!"

His sudden action startled Furong, but she quickly recovered and thanked Franklin softly, and then sat down in Franklin's original seat, which was the seat on Mike's left.

Sitting on Mike's right was Penelope.

In just a moment, Mike was enveloped by countless hot gazes.

Among them, the two gazes from his left and right were the hottest, as if they wanted to roast him directly.

"Long time no see, Mike." Furong said with a smile, "This is..."

Furong's eyes passed over Mike and fell on Penelope.

Before Mike introduced himself, Penelope rushed to say:

"I'm Penelope Clearwater, Mike's girlfriend, nice to meet you..."

Penelope and Fleur's eyes collided in the air, and although they were both smiling, anyone could see that the relationship between them was not good.

On the other side, Franklin recovered and stared blankly at the full Ravenclaw table in front of him. In the end, he could only sit in the seat that originally belonged to Fleur in the Beauxbatons team.

A big black man who looked a little anxious appeared among a group of fair and tender girls, which made many boys who were feasting their eyes very dissatisfied.

On the contrary, the attitudes of those girls were relatively good, and they greeted Franklin with a smile.

This made Franklin, a novice, blush instantly, and he lowered his head and remained silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Dumbledore's voice suddenly came, "I welcome you to Hogwarts with great joy. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

Mike looked over and saw that all the faculty and staff were sitting upright in the seats at the front of the hall, even Filch, who usually never sat at the table.

But today Filch was obviously dressed up specially. Not only did he wear his moldy tailcoat, but he even had his hair done.

In addition to them, Mike also found that there were two more people in the faculty and staff seats.

They were all acquaintances, one was Ludo Bagman from the Sports Executive Department, and the other was an old acquaintance Barty Crouch.

"The competition will officially begin after the banquet." Dumbledore said, "I now invite everyone to eat and drink as much as you can, just like at home!"

After that, the plates in front of everyone were filled with food as usual.

The food for the dinner was very rich, from traditional British "food" to French cuisine and other exotic dishes.

It can be seen that the house elves have put a lot of effort into today's dinner, but it's a pity that the girls from Beauxbatons don't seem to be very interested in the food of Hogwarts. Only when a French famous dish, cream of mushroom soup, appeared did their eyes light up a little.

Although Franklin kept his head down to eat, his ears were still paying attention to the movements around him.

His hearing was not excellent, but he still heard some interesting words, such as: Fleur, Biaozi, Saohuo...

Franklin pretended not to hear and continued to eat with his head down.

The dinner went smoothly, but after everyone felt that they had eaten enough, Dumbledore stood up again.

"This moment has finally arrived. The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I want to explain a few words. Bring in the box."

Filch stood up from his seat in a flash, hunched over and quickly disappeared into the hall.

"I want to explain our program for this year, but first please allow me to introduce two guests, because some people don't know them yet." Dumbledore pointed to Bagman and Crouch, "This is Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, and this is Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sports and Physical Education of the Ministry of Magic."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud applause from the audience, but Mike did not applaud, just looked at Crouch on the stage meaningfully.

He really didn't expect that after Crouch retired from the Legal Department, he actually went to the International Cooperation Department to be the director.

"Okay, everyone, please stop for a moment." Dumbledore said, "They will form a panel of judges with me, Professor Karkaroff and Madam Maxime to judge the warriors."

The word warrior once again excited the students in the audience, and at this time Filch also returned to the hall, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels in his hand.

"Thank you, Filch." Dumbledore took the wooden box and thanked Filch. "We have carefully reviewed the specific items of the warriors' competition this year. There are three items in total, which will be held at different times throughout the school year. They will test the warriors from many different aspects, such as magical talent, courage, wisdom, etc.

Then, I believe you already know that there will be three warriors representing each school in the competition. We will score them according to the quality of their completion of each competition item. The warrior with the highest score after the three items will win the Triwizard Cup. And the person responsible for selecting the warriors is an impartial selector, which is the Goblet of Fire!"

At this point, Dumbledore placed the wooden box on the table in front of him, pulled out his wand and knocked on the lid of the box three times.

The lid of the box creaked open, and Dumbledore reached in and took out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet.

There was nothing strange about the cup itself, but it was full of jumping blue and white flames.

"Every student who wants to run for the Warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into the Goblet of Fire," said Dumbledore. "The registration period is 24 hours, and tomorrow night, Halloween Eve, the Goblet of Fire will select the names of three students who it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, the goblet will be placed in the hall, and all students who are willing to run for the election will have access to it.

Of course, in order to prevent students who are not old enough from succumbing to temptation, I will draw an age line around it, and anyone under the age of fourteen cannot cross this line." "

Finally, I want to remind everyone. This competition is not a joke, and you must not participate rashly. Because once you are selected by the Goblet of Fire, you must persist in the competition to the end.

Whoever casts his name into the cup actually forms a contract that must be abided by, and the price of violating this contract is something that no one is willing to pay."

Dumbledore's final discovery undoubtedly poured a bucket of cold water on those who were so excited that they could hardly control themselves. However, Dumbledore did not care about the reactions of the people in the audience, but continued:

"Well, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night, everyone."