"It's almost done." Michael sat next to Allen, looking nervous than anyone else.

"Did you vote in?" Allen asked in surprise.

"No, but I hope the Hogwarts warriors are you." Michael looked at the Goblet of Fire intently, clenching his fists with both hands.

"It must be me." Allen's voice was unquestionable confidence.

The flames in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling Mars splashed out.

Then, a tongue of flame rushed into the air and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from it - everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Allen could clearly hear Michael's sucking sound beside him and couldn't help laughing.

Dumbledore took the parchment and held it far away. In this way, he could see the words on it clearly in the light of the flames. The flames then returned to blue and white.

"Demstrong's Warrior," he said in a clear and powerful tone, "it's Wickdor Krum."

There was polite applause from the auditorium.

The result was not surprising at all. Allen looked at Kakarov. He was slapping hard, smiling all over his face: "Good Viktor, I knew it was you!"

Wickor Crum stood up from Slytherin's table and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore.

Under the guidance of a Gryffindor, he turned to the right, walked forward along the staff desk, and entered the next room through the door.

The auditorium quickly returned to quiet, and everyone wanted to know who the next Warrior would be, and the audience's eyes were focused on the Goblet of Fire.

A few seconds later, the flame turned red again. The second piece of parchment rose out of the cup under the push of the flame.

"The Warrior of Busbaton," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Furong stood up gracefully, shook her silvery hair, and gave Allen a big hug, then walked lightly between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's tables.

"Maybe her strength is not particularly good." Michael said to Allen softly.

"How do you know?" Allen asked in surprise.

"Look there, if her strength is really outstanding, those two girls wouldn't be so sad." Michael's chin raised to the right side of Ravenclaw's long table.

The word "sad" was used too lightly. The two girls who were not selected were in tears, buried their heads in their arms, and cried sadly.

Allen felt that Michael's words were not unreasonable, but girls could not be evaluated this way, because even if they were convinced by Furong, they could still cry.

What's more, Furong looks so jealous!

When Furong Dragul also entered the next room, the auditorium became quiet again. This time the silence was filled with intense excitement that could be tasted. It was the turn of the Hogwarts Warriors...

Although everyone knows that Allen is super strong, everyone hopes that the Warriors can come from their own academy.

Cedric Diggory had a warm smile on his face. This straightforward and cheerful boy looked extremely calm, but only if you had to ignore his hands that were holding the knife and fork in reverse and exposed.

Angelina of Gryffindor was leaning on the long table with her hands, staring at the Goblet of Fire, muttering in her mouth that she didn't know what she was chanting.

Malfoy on the Slytherin's long table raised his chin high, looking at the Goblet of Fire with special concentration.

"The Warriors of Hogwarts," he shouted, "It's Allen Harris!"

"Oh no!" Ron said loudly, but no one except Harry heard it, and the cheers on the table next to him were deafening.

Every Ravenclaw's classmate was jumping up and down, screaming and stamping his feet.

Hermione stood up excitedly, with a bright smile on her face and applauded desperately.

The Slytherins and the students in the training class stood up, like a wave, and the students in the auditorium stood up, and applause and cheers resounded throughout the auditorium.

At this time, Allen walked past them, smiled brightly on his face, and walked towards the room behind the staff's desk.

Indeed, the cheers for Allen lasted a long time, and it took Dumbledore to calm everyone down and listen to him.

"Great!" When the noise finally subsided, Dumbledore said happily, "Okay, now all three of our warriors have been selected. I know that I can trust you all, including Boothbarton and other classmates of Demstrong, and you will definitely support your warriors with all your strength. By cheering for the warriors, you will also make great contributions to this event-"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and everyone could see what attracted his attention.

The flames in the goblet turned red again. Mars splashed out. A long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was lifted.

Dumbledore seemed to subconsciously stretch out a slender hand and grabbed the parchment. He held it away and stared at the name written on it. After a long period of silence, Dumbledore glared at the note in his hand, and everyone in the auditorium glared at Dumbledore. Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and said loudly-

"Harry Potter."

"Why is there a fourth name? Isn't there only three schools?" Michael scratched his head, looking very confused. But Alan was not around, so naturally no one answered his doubts.

He was not the only one who was confused. There was no applause in the auditorium. A buzzing sound began to spread in the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping.

Harry walked into the room stiffly. When he entered, all the faces on the portrait turned to look at him. He saw a wrinkled witch escape from his frame and drill into the frame next to him. On it was a witch with a walrus beard. The wrinkled witch began to bite his ear quietly at him.

Alan Harris, Wickdor Krum and Fleur Delakure were all surrounded by the fire. Against the backdrop of the flames, the three figures gave people a particularly strong impression.

Crum leaned against the mantel, bent down there and pondered something, and slightly distanced from the other two. Alan stood there with his hands behind his back, staring at the fire. As Harry walked in, Fleur Dragul turned his head and shook his long silver hair like a waterfall.

"What's wrong?" She Furong, "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

Furong thought Harry came in to pass the message.

Allen turned his head and saw Harry, showing a gentle smile.

Seeing this familiar smile, Harry seemed to fall from the air to the ground. Harry became calm and the corners of his mouth slightly pulled apart.
Chapter completed!