A grand fireworks attracted everyone to the playground.

Dumbledore stood in the crowd, raised his head and clapped gently:

"It's so beautiful. I haven't seen such a beautiful fireworks in a long time.

I heard that there were such fireworks in the World Cup final. Unfortunately, I was not there at that time.”

Mrs. Maxim looked at the fire dragon pattern in the sky and shook her head, "Professor Dumbledore, I have no intention of interfering with your school management philosophy.

But if this kind of violation of school rules happens in Boothbaton, I will definitely make the troublemakers... regret doing this!"

Dumbledore smiled slightly:

"A wise man told me: Crazy is a game for young people.

Why be too harsh?"

"That man must be called a wise man." Maxim snorted and said, "Is this 'widow' you talking about, you are yourself?"

"No, it's Nico."

Maxim gave Dumbledore a blank look and said quickly: "Please I didn't say it."

Nicole Lemay is not only an outstanding Busbaton alumnus, but also the alumni who donated the most in their school.

Why is Boothbaton's scholarship higher than Hogwarts?

Rely on the French Ministry of Magic?

The school was closed long ago.

They themselves are in short supply of finances. I heard that the 10,000 Gallons that compensated William and Hermione last year were deducted from the Aurors' stability maintenance fund.

The Ministry of Magic's education investment is not high, and Boothbaton mainly relies on Nico's donation to make the benefits so high.

This kind of wizard who is close to millions of people...he is the wisest Boothbaton!!

"Professor Dumbledore, who do you think the Warriors at Hogwarts will be?" Maxim took the initiative to change the topic.

"Well... this is hard to say." Dumbledore crossed his hands and tapped gently.

"So many excellent students in Hogwarts...a lot of children can be Warriors."

"But there can only be one Warrior, right? Do Hogwarts have two?"

"Of course not, I can ensure this..." Dumbledore smiled:

"Hogwarts will definitely not have two Warriors."

"It's a pity... no matter who it is, it's not as good as Krum." Kakarov couldn't help but interrupt.

"Is that true? Maxim sneered: "Since Krum is so powerful, why do you object to Stark's participation?"

"Is it just me who objected?" Kakarov looked gloomy. "You don't object too!"

After seeing the Venice tragedy, Maxim immediately expressed his opposition.

What she means is:

If Stark is not banned, I will quit the game.

This kind of strengthened for dozens of rounds, surpassing other little wizards... n versions of heroes, you played Hogwarts... others will not have any experience in the game.

This is not a real Wushuang grass mowing game! It is an authentic level-breaking game!

Pay attention to a even-match.

Kakarov thought so too.

Not to mention those Warriors, he felt that he was no match for Stark!

Such a monster... participating in the competition is the biggest unfairness!

"I objected, because I knew William was great, and I knew after the Paris incident..." Maxim smiled and said sarcastically:

"But I am not as confident as you, and I feel that my school will definitely win.

Besides... You objected to Stark's participation, but you used an adult wizard competition in your thirties..."

"Krum is only seventeen years old, his birthday before summer vacation!" Kakarov growled. "I want me to say it a few times, he is just getting older!"

"Oh." Maxim laughed, "I didn't say Krum, look at you...why are you anxious?"

Looking at Maxim with sharp teeth, Kakarov really jumped and beat her knees.

But it is impossible to fight.

My little body, at such a close distance, might be picked up and torn!

Dumbledore, who was the one who started the whole topic, silently took a step back and continued to look at the gorgeous fireworks leisurely.

He even secretly stolen the gods.

Annie once asked about his retirement plan, and he said he would go to the Sunset Red Community to spend his old age in peace.

Annie said...you can come to her house to live.

Dumbledore thinks it is really good, and of course it is also good to be an old wizard selling fireworks.

He wore a tall and pointed blue hat, a long gray robe, and pulled a carriage, which was full of fireworks, wandering around the world...

After the fireworks, the Halloween dinner began again.

There were banquets for two consecutive days, and no one liked the carefully prepared hearty dishes as usual.

Of course, the more important reason is that everyone's attention is not on the food, but on the Goblet of Fire.

The Goblet of Fire had been moved to the ground and stood in front of an empty chair on the teacher's desk.

The students whispered, staring at the Goblet of Fire.

Everyone was curious about who the Warriors would be.

As time passed, the people in the auditorium kept looking at each face, and an anxious expression appeared on each face.

Everyone was restless and stood up from time to time to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.

The principal didn't know if it was intentional and ate slowly, and started chatting with others from time to time.

Finally, the golden plate returned to a stained state, and the sound in the auditorium suddenly rose a lot.

Then Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again.

Kakarov and Maxim on both sides were as nervous as everyone else and full of expectations.

They all look forward to the unique warrior in their school!

"Okay, the goblet is about to make a decision," Dumbledore said.

"After the Warriors' name was announced, I hope they would walk to the top of the auditorium, walk along the staff's desk and enter the room next door."

He pointed to the door behind the instructor's desk.

“They will get preliminary guidance there.”

Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it sharply.

Except for the candles in the pumpkin lantern, the rest of the candles were all extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a state of half light and half dark.

The Goblet of Fire emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium.

The blue and white flames bursting into Mars were simply dazzling, like laser pens.

Everyone was watching and waiting.

The blue and white flames suddenly turned red, and crackling Mars burst out.

A tongue of flame jumped into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from it.

Dumbledore caught the parchment.

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

Applause and cheers swept across the auditorium.

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

"Great, Wickdor!" Kakarov roared like a bell.

"I know you are destined to be a warrior! No one else can compare with you!"

Many of Demstrong's students curled their lips, waiting to let Kakarov eat a lot of semen.

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," Dumbledore said, "is Fleur Delakure!"

"I'll go in first, William!" Fleur hugged William excitedly, then stood up and walked lightly between the tables of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

The two female students burst into tears, buried their heads in their arms, and cried sadly.

William squinted his eyes.

He now suspects...Anne and Gabriel, the students who chose Boothbaton, were all very weak.
To be continued...