Seeing a wizard entering the auditorium, everyone raised their heads from the dining table to look at the visitor.
Gabrielle's eyes widened and she asked in a curious tone: "Rolf, are they both professors at Hogwarts too?"
"No." Luo Fu was tasting a portion of summer vegetables mixed with walnuts, cumin and grated cheese. He wiped the corners of his mouth and introduced to her:
"The guy with short blond hair is called Ludo Bagman. He used to be a batsman for the Wimbourne Hornets. After retiring, he became the director of the Department of Magical Sports."
"As for the one-eyed wizard - his name is Octavius Arkus - he is the Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic."
"He looks really strange," said Gabrielle.
"Yeah." Rove narrowed his eyes and stared closely at the new director who took over the position of Barty Crouch Sr.
Akus is very old, his face is covered with wrinkles, his hair is as black as night, without a single white strand. He has a neat black beard on his face, and a piece of black leather covers his left eye, but his right eye
As blue as the midsummer sky.
Fleur held up a cup of ale, took a sip, and said thoughtfully: "Are they here for the Triwizard Tournament?"
"That's right." Rove nodded, "The Triwizard Tournament is organized by these two departments, and the competition events are also set by them."
Of course, with Ludo's lazy character, he would probably leave most matters to the International Cooperation Department, and he would just want to be lazy.
Dumbledore stood up and walked towards the two of them. He smiled and said: "Welcome, friends, please share the feast with us."
Ludo and Arcus sat down at the guest of honor seat, and Karkaroff found that there was still an empty seat next to him.
He looked at Arkus with his cold eyes, and then whispered to Snape: "Severus, whose position is this?"
Snape said with a gloomy face: "Moody."
"Mad-Eye?" Karkaroff looked at Snape in shock, unable to believe his ears.
"Why is the old dog here?!"
"I'm a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts." A sarcastic voice sounded.
"What, you have a problem with it, Karkaroff?!"
Karkaroff turned his head in shock and saw Moody limping over, and his face suddenly turned pale.
Moody walked up to Karkaroff, his normal eye staring at him, while his demonic eye kept turning around in the eye socket, first looking at Snape, then at Ludo and Aku
S.
"Karkaroff, we haven't seen each other for a long time. How many years has it been?" Moody asked in a hoarse voice.
Karkaroff stared at the other party in astonishment for a moment, as if he didn't know how to answer.
"Thirteen years." Moody reminded in a voice that was almost a whisper: "The last time we met was in the Tenth Courtroom of the Ministry of Magic. I personally sent you in."
Karkaroff's face became paler, and he said with a stern tone: "Don't mess around, I'm the principal of Durmstrang now!"
"Principal?" Moody said with a smile: "Remember Crouch?"
Karkaroff said nothing.
"Of course you will remember!" Moody sneered: "It took me six months to catch you, but Crouch let you go again.
He also recently entered Azkaban because of his Death Eater son.
Crouch is still the Director of the Cooperation Department, and he almost became the Minister of Magic back then. How does it compare to you, Headmaster Durmstrang?"
After saying this, the white-haired old man picked up a curved wine bottle from his waist, drank the wine one mouthful at a time, and sneered incoherently:
"Karkaroff, all I know is that a dog can't change its habit of eating shit. You'd better not do bad things under my eyes... I'll keep an eye on you!"
Karkaroff turned pale and swallowed hard.
Moody was like a confused old dog. He looked very old, toothless, and seemed to be unable to howl, but even just raising his eyes made him feel extremely scary.
He just wants to leave the auditorium now!
Karkaroff was not the only one who wanted to leave the auditorium, but also Professor Flitwick.
Hagrid returned to the auditorium at some point. As soon as he sat under the chair, he noticed Maxim, who was almost as tall as him.
He seemed to have seen an alien creature, his eyes widened and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
How could there be such a beautiful witch in the world?
Oh, Merlin, this lady is as lovely as a newborn dragon!
Hagrid felt like his heart was melting.
"Hagrid, have a glass of wine and warm yourself up." Professor Flitwick raised a wine glass and handed it to Hagrid.
Hagrid was still looking at Maxim blankly. He stretched out his hand to hold the wine glass, and also held Professor Flitwick's hand tightly.
This movement caused Professor Flitwick's fingers to hurt so much that he cried out:
"Oh, you hurt me, Hagrid! Let go, don't use so much force! Ah!"
Hagrid raised his glass and wanted to take a sip, but the wine did not reach his mouth and poured all over Professor Flitwick's head.
"Oh, you got it all in my hair, Hagrid! It's so sticky. Get me a tissue and wipe it clean!"
Hagrid looked at Maxim with a silly smile on his face. He picked up the fork and accidentally stuck it into Professor Flitwick's hand.
"Oh, it hurts, it's bleeding, Hagrid! Pull that thing out! You idiot!"
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The entire guest table was noisy for a while. After a long time, when all the sweets were served and people drank them down with large glasses of wine, each golden plate was cleaned again.
Dumbledore stood up again. A mixture of excitement and nervousness filled the auditorium, and everyone stared at the principal intently.
"The moment has finally arrived," Dumbledore said with a smile:
"In the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Arkus have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament."
"They will join me, Professor Karkaroff and Madam Maxim to form a five-person judging panel to judge the performance of the warriors."
The auditorium immediately burst into applause. Ludo waved his hands happily to express his gratitude, and Akusi stood up gracefully and bowed slightly.
"As you know, there will be three warriors participating in the competition, and they will be selected from three schools." Dumbledore looked at everyone and said calmly.
"These warriors need to complete three projects, which will test their magical talents, courage, and reasoning ability - of course, as well as their ability to defeat danger!"
"We will give scores based on the quality of the warriors completing each event, and the warrior with the highest score will win the final Triwizard Cup!"
Everyone looked at Dumbledore. They were more concerned about how to select warriors at this time. Fortunately, the principal did not continue to talk and said straight to the point:
"The person responsible for selecting the warriors is a fair selector, and it is - the Goblet of Fire!"
At this time, Filch walked towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels in his hand. The box looked very old, and the students looked at it in concentration.
Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times. The lid slowly creaked open and he took out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet.
The cup itself is unremarkable at all, but there are blue-white flames dancing inside.
Dumbledore placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the Great Hall could clearly see what it looked like.
"Every student who wants to run for the Warriors must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet." Dumbledore said.
"Students who are interested in becoming warriors can sign up within twenty-four hours. Tomorrow night, which is Halloween night, the Goblet will select the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools.
Tonight, the goblet will be placed in the foyer, where all students who are willing to run for office will have access to it."
"One last thing!" Dumbledore looked at all the students and shouted:
"Anyone can sign up to participate, but... once selected as a warrior by the Goblet of Fire, a powerful magical contract will be formed with it that must be observed!
According to the content of the magic contract, the warriors must come to the scene to complete all competitions. If anyone refuses to participate or gives up midway, the end will be very miserable!"
Hearing this sentence, the auditorium became silent, and it seemed that everyone stopped breathing.
"Remember!" Dumbledore looked around and paused slightly when his eyes swept over Rove.
"You have to think carefully before deciding whether to put your name into the competition. Once you participate in the competition, there are only two results: complete all tasks, or...die!"
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(Thanks to "Ji Ai Wa Lang Shui" and "Or Song" for their tips.
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