Chapter 288 Warriors

"Ding~Ding~Ding"

With the sound of Dumbledore tapping the dinner plate gently, the hall was instantly silent.

The people in the staff seats were as nervous as the students below the stage, except Crouch, the leader of the Cooperation Department seemed a little uninterested, ready to say, a little bored.

"Okay, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision." Dumbledore stood up and walked to the Goblet of Fire. "Listen, after the names of the warriors are announced, I hope they can go to the top of the hall and then walk along the staff seats to the room over there. We will give them preliminary guidance there later."

After saying that, Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it vigorously.

All the candles were extinguished instantly, and the Goblet of Fire became the only light source. The hall suddenly fell into a state of semi-brightness and semi-darkness.

Suddenly, the light in the Goblet of Fire began to bloom, and the blue-white flames with sparks were even dazzling.

"Right away!"

Franklin whispered, and he even held his breath deliberately, as if he was afraid that he would blow out the flame in the Goblet of Fire by breathing too hard.

The flame in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red, and a tongue of fire suddenly shot up as sparks flew out, followed by a half-burned parchment flying out.

Dumbledore waved his hand gently, and the parchment flew into his hand obediently.

"The champion of Durmstrang." Dumbledore deliberately kept it a secret, and Karkaroff, who was standing by, was sweating anxiously, "It's Viktor Krum!"

"Huh! I knew it would be him!"

Karkaroff exhaled deeply, clapped his hands and said excitedly to Snape who was standing by.

Snape, however, moved aside in disgust.

At this time, applause and cheers had swept the entire hall. Mike saw Krum stand up from the Slytherin table, listlessly following Dumbledore's previous instructions, and walked to the next room.

"They don't seem surprised at all." Franklin said to Mike while clapping, "I don't understand, if they knew from the beginning that the champion would be Krum, then what are they doing here, traveling?"

Following Franklin's gaze, Mike saw the Durmstrang students who looked like Slytherins.

They seemed to have expected this result long ago, and they didn't show any emotion of losing. After clapping, they continued to eat with their heads down.

"I think you may have guessed right." Mike said so.

At this time, the second parchment also rushed out of the Goblet of Fire under the impetus of the flame.

"The champion of Beauxbatons." Dumbledore said, "It's Fleur Delacour!"

There was another round of deafening applause and cheers. In these cheers, Fleur, a girl like an elf, stood up gracefully, shook her silver hair, and walked lightly between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Where she was originally sitting, all the unsuccessful girls from Beauxbatons hung their heads, looking unhappy, and some even burst into tears.

"Oh! That's the right reaction!"

Franklin expressed his opinion again.

But this time no one had time to respond to him. Now everyone's attention was on the flame quilt. Everyone knew that the next one would be the champion of Hogwarts!

"Boom!"

With the sound of the flame erupting, another piece of parchment spewed out of the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore held the parchment in his hand, a smile bloomed on his face, and then he quickly tightened his smile and pretended to be serious and said:

"The champion of Hogwarts is Mike Townley!"

"I knew it! I knew you could do it!"

Penelope hugged Mike and said loudly, but Mike couldn't hear what she was saying. The cheers around him were deafening.

Every Ravenclaw student was jumping up and down, screaming and stamping their feet. Even Professor Flitwick, who was sitting in the staff seat, slapped his desk and shouted "good", which scared Professor McGonagall next to him.

In contrast, the long table of Hufflepuff was dead silent, and all the students were disappointed.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

If they had never seen hope, they could still celebrate for the winner as usual, but now...

"Huh!"

Cedric sighed deeply, stretched out his trembling hands, pushed away the classmates who were patting his back to comfort him, and stood up. He

clapped.

He clapped very hard, which sounded particularly loud in the silence of Hufflepuff.

Everyone in Hufflepuff looked at him in surprise, but then, everyone seemed to understand what Cedric meant, and they all stood up and started to applaud Mike.

"Hey! Mike!"

Cedric suddenly shouted.

Mike, who was walking towards the next door, heard the noise here.

He turned his head.

"Don't embarrass me! You must win the Triwizard Cup!"

Mike smiled, he raised his thumb and pointed at Cedric!

"Oh, it's so touching! Cedric!"

Professor Pomona Sprout was wiping her tears with a handkerchief. As the head of Hufflepuff, she was a little disappointed that Cedric failed to become a champion, but seeing Cedric's performance at this moment, she couldn't help but shed tears.

Dumbledore was also applauding. He was proud that Hogwarts had two such outstanding students.

"See what I said, Cedric can't become a champion!"

Ron said to Hermione triumphantly.

However, Hermione's eyes were already blurred with tears at this moment, and she didn't mean to pay any attention to Ron.

"Don't say that, Ron." Harry continued, "You can see that Harry and Cedric are good friends. No matter who becomes a champion, they won't care."

After that, Harry lowered his head.

He didn't even sign up this time.

It's not that he didn't want to, but Dumbledore didn't let him.

This made him very depressed.

It's not that he also wanted to be a Hogwarts Knight. He knew that with Michael and Cedric around, he would never be chosen as a Knight.

But Dumbledore's behavior still made him very depressed.

Ron immediately realized that his words had affected Harry. Just as he was about to comfort him, the light around him suddenly brightened again. Ron

turned around blankly and saw that a piece of parchment was spit out of the Goblet of Fire again.

Dumbledore instinctively reached out to catch the parchment and took a look.

Then he adjusted his reading glasses on his nose as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and put the parchment farther away so that he could see it more clearly.

Then he seemed to have finally accepted the fact, and looked at Harry at the Gryffindor table far away with his mouth slightly open in surprise, and said:

"Harry Potter."

...

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was in an uproar.

"Dumbledore! What's going on!"

"Yes, please explain why there are two warriors in Hogwarts!"

Karkaroff and Maxim's faces were full of gloom, and they immediately stood up to accuse Dumbledore.

"Please be patient, both of you, we will talk about this later." Dumbledore pursed his lips, turned to Harry and said, "Harry, you go to the next door first." Harry

still had a dull look on his face, as if he didn't hear it.

On the contrary, Ron next to him was so excited that he immediately hugged Harry and shouted:

"Harry is a warrior! Harry is also a warrior!"

The surrounding Gryffindors finally reacted and began to cheer.

Harry was pushed out by the crowd.

He walked forward blankly, his cheeks burning.

When he came to Dumbledore's side, he turned around and explained to Dumbledore anxiously:

"Professor Dumbledore, I didn't..."

"Okay, you go in first." Dumbledore interrupted him and pointed to the door not far away, "We'll deal with this later."

Looking at Dumbledore's serious expression, Harry felt very wronged. He tried hard not to let his tears flow down, turned his head and walked to the next room.

At the same time, in the next room.

"Mike! I knew it would be you!"

Fleur hugged Mike enthusiastically and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Mike felt Fleur's cheeks were hot. After being selected as a warrior, her mood at the moment must not be as calm as she had shown before.

"Thank you." After greeting Fleur with a smile, Mike turned his eyes to Krum who was keeping his head down and not speaking. "Krum, nice to meet you. Your performance in the Quidditch World Cup was very exciting." Krum,

whose name was called, raised his head and looked at Mike with some surprise. He quickly stood up and said in halting English:

"Nestumite Oil!"

"To be honest, I think you are a very talented Quidditch player." Mike continued, "Are you interested in cooperating with my Los Santos Group? You can be our spokesperson."

"Emm, three grams of oil! Three grams of oil!"

Krum smiled awkwardly, and Mike understood that he didn't understand what he was saying at all.

"Okay, ignore him." Fleur pulled Mike's arm, "Come on, tell me in detail, what happened after you were taken away by the Ministry of Magic that day?"

Mike cast an apologetic look at Krum, and then was pulled away by Fleur.

Krum, on the other hand, exhaled a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat back in his seat.

Mike and Fleur were chatting casually, but his eyes were always glancing at the door.

Fleur didn't notice his absent-minded look. It wasn't that Fleur's emotional intelligence was low, but that Fleur was too nervous at the moment. She was just talking nonstop to relieve her stress.

With a creak, the door was pushed open again, and Harry, who looked dazed, finally walked in.

"Oh, they asked us to come over, right?"

Fleur smiled. She mistakenly thought that Harry was a messenger.

However, Harry didn't say anything, but stared at Mike blankly, as if he was looking at his only life-saving straw.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he forced himself to hold them back.

Harry wanted to explain everything to Mike in one breath, but his throat was so sour that he opened his mouth for a long time before uttering two words with a crying tone.

"Mike..."

"Oh, Harry." Mike quickly broke free from Fleur's hand, came to Harry's side, and secretly handed him a handkerchief, "What's wrong with you?"

Blocked by Mike's tall figure, Krum and Fleur could not see Harry's face.

At this moment, Harry's tears finally fell.

He took the handkerchief handed by Mike and wiped it silently, and gestured in the air with his other hand, muttering:

"I didn't... didn't... really..."

At this time, the door was opened again, and Ludo Bagman walked in with steady steps.

Harry seemed not to want them to see him crying, and wiped his face with a handkerchief.

"Two gentlemen, and this lady. Although it is unbelievable, I still want to introduce you." Ludo Bagman had a smile on his face, put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and said in a slow pace, "This is the fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter."

Ludo deliberately emphasized the pronunciation when he said Harry's name at the end, as if he was introducing some finale.

Mike looked at Ludo deeply and said nothing.

Furong beside her was furious. She shook her long hair and said with a smile,

"This is a very funny joke, Mr. Bagman."

"A joke?" Bagman repeated, "No, no, no, this is not a joke, the Goblet of Fire chose Harry. Hehehe!"

"This is obviously a mistake, each school can only have one champion. Hogwarts already has Mike, how could there be another Harry?"

"That's the end of it, ma'am, I advise you to accept the facts." Ludo said meaningfully, "The decision of the Goblet of Fire cannot be questioned by anyone."

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open again, and Dumbledore and a large group of people filed in.

"Professor Maxime!" Fleur rushed to the side of their headmaster, "They said that this little boy is also going to participate in the competition!"

Hearing this, Harry clenched his fists suddenly, and glared at Fleur with red eyes, obviously angry at the three words "little boy".

Ms. Maxime, the tallest among the crowd, had her chest heaving violently. She suppressed her anger and said to Dumbledore:

"What is going on, Dumbledore!"

"I want to know this, Dumbledore." Karkaroff sneered, "Hogwarts has two warriors? I don't remember anyone telling me that the organizer can have two warriors!" Dumbledore ignored

the two people's questioning. He slowly came to Harry and squatted down, looking directly into Harry's eyes and said:

"Harry, I remember I once reminded you not to put a note in the Goblet of Fire."

"I didn't!" Harry was anxious all of a sudden, tears appeared in his eyes again, "I swear I didn't, really!"

"Lie!" Snape stood out from the crowd, "Don't think you can fool everyone! You have been constantly violating school rules since the first grade, and you must have used a little trick this time!" "

I didn't!"

Harry's eyes were bloodshot and he was about to rush towards Snape.

However, he was held tightly by Mike beside him.

"Calm down, Harry!" Mike whispered, and then turned his gaze to Maxim and Karkaroff, "The decision of the Goblet of Fire cannot be questioned. At this point, you only have two choices, either participate or admit defeat and withdraw!"