"There are three projects, taking place at different times throughout the school year, that will test the warriors in many different ways...test their talents in magic...test their courage and their wisdom...
....Of course, there is also their ability to overcome danger."
"Finally..."
When Dumbledore said these last words, the auditorium became silent, and it seemed that everyone stopped breathing.
"Now you all know that there will be a total of three warriors participating in this competition, and they will represent their respective schools."
"We will rate them based on the quality of each event they complete. When the three events are completed, the warrior with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup. The person responsible for selecting the warriors is a fair selector.
It’s the Goblet of Fire!”
Having said this, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times. As he moved, the originally closed lid began to creak open slowly.
Then Dumbledore reached in and took out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet. Although the cup itself looked unremarkable at all, it was filled with dancing blue water.
White flame.
Dumbledore then closed the box and placed the Goblet of Fire on the lid of the box where it originally contained, so that everyone in the Great Hall could clearly see it.
"Every student who wants to participate in the warrior election can write his name and school name on a piece of parchment, and then throw it into this goblet."
"You have a total of twenty-four hours to register. 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 of Fire will be placed in the foyer. All students who are willing to participate in the election can access it and put their own parchment into it."
"Of course, in order to prevent students who are not old enough to withstand the temptation, after the goblet is placed in the hall, I will use magic to draw an age line around it. Anyone who is not as good as me in magic, or is under the age of seventeen
No one can cross this line."
"Finally, I still want to remind every student who decides to participate in the Warrior Campaign that this competition is not a child's play. Don't participate rashly."
"Because once a warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must persist in the game to the end. Because no matter who puts his name into the cup, he has actually formed a magical contract that must be abided by."<
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"Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. Therefore, please think twice before you put your name in the cup before you put your name into the cup. I wish you all the best.
Good night."
After Dumbledore finished speaking, everyone in the auditorium fell into whispers. Obviously many people did not take the age boundary drawn by Dumbledore seriously, although they knew that their magic skills were not as good as those of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore is not over 17 years old.
For example, the Weasley brothers, who have many clever ideas, tried to use age-enhancing drugs to deceive the age boundary drawn by Dumbledore. However, Rolf knew that their plan would not succeed.
However, this age limit is not difficult for Rove at all, because he is already seventeen years old, and he really wants to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.
However, at this time, he was not in a hurry to put his name into the Goblet of Fire, but was eager to watch a good show. And Karkaroff did not disappoint him. Sure enough, because he saw the scar on Harry's head
And stopped.
In fact, when he saw the scar on Harry's head, he was completely stunned. He turned his head back to Harry and stared at him, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
And when he stopped, the Armstrong students who were following their principal also stopped. Karkaroff's eyes slowly moved to Harry's face, staring at the scar. Following the gaze of their principal, the Durmstrang students also looked at Harry curiously. From the corners of his eyes, Harry could see expressions of enlightenment on the faces of several people. Especially the one with dripping blood on his chest.
The boy with the soup stain poked the girl next to him, and pointed at Harry's forehead without concealment.
"Yes, that's Harry Potter!"
Karkaroff heard an unusually familiar voice coming from behind him. The owner of the voice and the anger and contempt contained in the words made him feel fear and resentment.
"It's you!?"
"That's right! It's me! Unless you have something to say to Harry Potter, Karkaroff. Otherwise, just move forward quickly. Don't you know that you have blocked the door?!"
"Humph!"
And the fact is just as Moody said, more than half of the students in the entire auditorium were waiting behind them, scrambling to look over the shoulders of the people in front to see what was causing the traffic jam.
So after Karkaroff snorted coldly, he waved his hand and walked away with his students. Moody, on the other hand, kept staring at Karkaroff's mutilated back with his magical eyes.
There was an expression of extreme disgust on his face until Karkaroff was completely invisible.
After watching this wonderful show, Rolf and Luna slowly followed the large team back to the Ravenclaw lounge. Then the two parted here and returned to their respective dormitories.
Although the next day was Saturday, Rolf got up early and went to the hall to have breakfast. As expected, he met Luna who was waiting for him in the Ravenclaw lounge.
When they entered the auditorium together, they found that more than twenty people had gathered around the Goblet of Fire. Several of them were still eating bread, and they were all looking at the Goblet of Fire carefully.
At this time, the Goblet of Fire was placed in the center of the hall, on the stool where the Sorting Hat was usually placed. A thin golden line was drawn on the floor, ten feet long on each side, surrounding the cup in the middle. "Has someone already put their name in?" Rolf turned his head and asked a Ravenclaw girl next to him.
"Yes, Senior Rolf. All the representatives from Durmstrang have put their names in, but we haven't seen anyone sign up for Hogwarts yet."
"In that case, let me be the first one."
As he spoke, Rolf took out a piece of parchment, then crossed the age line drawn by Dumbledore alone, and threw the parchment with his own information into the Goblet of Fire.
"Okay, let's go have breakfast."
"Yeah."
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Although it has only been updated now, I still wish myself a happy birthday.