"Where is Gabrie?" Furong sat down at Glenfindo's dining table and looked around.

"I think they are all sitting at the table in Ravenclaw." Lawrence pointed to the group of Boothbaton's students,

"I want to bring her here-" Furong was about to get up but was interrupted by the twins.

"Let's go," Fred said briskly, "Who is Gabrie?"

"She is my sister and may still wear a headscarf," Furong seemed a little doubtful, "and she was afraid of being angry-"

"I think we can do it." George said happily, and he and Fred rushed to Ravenclaw's dining table, and Lawrence suspected that they were just trying to meet Boothbaton's girls,

Their actions were obviously very smooth, and in a short while, they successfully brought back a little girl with silver hair. As they walked over, Luna, Fred and George's hair were constantly changing colors.

"Luna helped us a little bit," George said proudly, "The prank candy made her let her go of her vigilance against us."

"Don't you think your image becomes "the weird uncle who seduces the little girl with candy"?" Lawrence raised his eyebrows.

"It's a bit like that." Luna told the truth. Furong was talking quickly with Gabrie in French.

"I think Gabrie will feel a little uneasy when she goes to the new environment. Thank you for chatting with her," Furong looked at Luna with great interest, "Gabrie said you can speak French."

"Oh, I taught myself last year," Luna said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts - especially all the guests, good evening," Dumbledore looked at every student in the hall with a smile. "I really welcome everyone to Hogwarts. I hope and believe that you will all be comfortable and happy here-"

Furong let out a silver bell-like laugh, causing the already absent-minded boys around her to show a dreamy look, which made Hermione, who was standing beside her make an impatient "tsk tsk" sound again.

"The tournament will officially begin after the dinner," Dumbledore said, "Please eat and drink as much as you can at your own home."

Dumblido sat down, Kakarov leaned forward and talked to him. The golden plate on the table showed various dishes out of thin air, with a wide variety of dishes, many of which were obviously not British.

"What is that?" Ron pointed to a dish full of seafood on the table.

"Fish soup," Hermione replied, "French food, I ate it on vacation last year, it's delicious."

"Uh, I believe your words-" Ron said, but he lowered his head and began to eat another pudding,

"Sorry," Furong said, "Can you hand over the fish soup?"

Ron looked up, his face flushed and he wanted to answer, but he couldn't say a word except for the vague grunt.

"Oh, OK," said Harry,

"Have you eaten?" Furong asked,

"Yes," Ron answered gasping, which made Hermione make an unhappy "tsk tsk" sound again, "It's delicious."

Furong took the plate of fish handed over by Harry in confusion, which had almost never moved. After a while, a few new dishes were served. Ron deliberately moved a plate of pale white pudding to a prominent position, but Furong obviously did not intend to eat too much. She had put down the knife and fork and ignored the strange problems of the twins. She found that Gabriel was having a happy chat with Luna, so she turned to talk to Lawrence.

At this time, the dishes on the table were wiped out, and Dumbledore stood up again. The hall was filled with a tense atmosphere. Everyone was excited. Everyone wanted to know what would happen next. Fred and George leaned forward and stared at Dumbledore intently.

"I think it's time," Dumbledore smiled. "The Trio Championship is about to begin. Before we bring the boxes in, I will explain the rules of this year--"

"--But first, I must first introduce two guests, and there may be someone who doesn't know them. This is Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic," a sparse applause rang out of the hall.

"This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic." Bagman received much louder applause than Mr. Crouch, perhaps because he was famous as a batsman, or because he was more likable,

Bagman waved his hand happily to express his gratitude, and when he introduced Barty Crouch's name just now, Crouch neither smiled nor waved, but still looked solemn and stereotypical.

"In the past few months, Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have worked hard all over the past few months to arrange the Triumph," Dumbledore continued. "They will form a referee team with me, Professor Kakarov and Mrs. Maxim to rate the Warriors' performance."

When the "Warriors" was mentioned, the students became more attentive. The hall was silent, and the atmosphere of tension and excitement came to the highest point. Dumbledore seemed to have noticed it. He smiled and said, "Mr. Felch, please bring the box up."

Felch walked out of the shadows in the corner of the hall, holding a box with jewels on it, looking old,

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the events of this year's Triple Championship," Dumbledore said, and Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him. "There are three projects in total, each of which has made many necessary arrangements, held at different times throughout the school year. We will test each warrior in different aspects, not only their ability to magic, their courage and their logical reasoning skills—of course, but also their ability to overcome dangers."

Hearing the last sentence, the hall became silent.

"Everyone knows that there will be three Warriors participating in the competition," Dumbledore said calmly. "Each Warrior, who represents a school, will score based on their performance in each competition. After the three events, the Warriors with the highest score will win the trophy in the Triumph. The person who is responsible for selecting the Warriors is a fair referee - the Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and knocked on the cover of the box three times. Dumbledore took out a rough wooden goblet made from it. The cup itself was not eye-catching at all. Everyone was attracted by the beating blue and white flames. But Lawrence knew that the inconspicuous cup itself was the most amazing magical product.

"Students who want to become Warriors must write his name and school on a piece of parchment and throw it into the Goblet of Fire," Dumbledore said. "Students who aspire to become Warriors can sign up within twenty-four hours. Tomorrow night, after Halloween dinner, the Goblet of Fire will select the three Warriors that it believes best represent the three schools. From tonight, the Goblet of Fire will be placed in the hall."

"There will be an age limit line around the Goblet of Fire. I will cast the spell myself. No one under seventeen years old can cross that line." Dumbledore said, looking at the twins who were eager to try, "Finally, I want to remind you--"

"This game is not just about to participate. Once you are selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she must carry it to the end, because putting the name into the cup will naturally form a binding magic contract. Once you become a Warrior, you cannot change your mind." Dumblido looked at a group of seventh-grade students who were talking about. "So, before throwing the name into the cup, you must consider whether you are really ready to fight for it wholeheartedly. Okay, I think it's time for everyone to rest, good night everyone."

"A age limit line?" Fred raised his eyebrows. "It sounds like we can compete as long as we cheated on it."

"Even if you have exceeded the limit, you will not compete against Lawrence." Furong shook her hair proudly, as if she had heard something ridiculous. Ginny and Luna looked at each other, and Ginny began to laugh.

"It's hard to say," George joked, "maybe we'll knock him out and prevent him from participating."

"You'd better take care of yourself, the Goblet of Fire may not necessarily choose you, right?" Hermione said,

"I will definitely choose it, let's go, Gabriel, let's go back to the carriage," Furrong said, smiling at Lawrence, "Good night, Lawrence."

"Lawrence, good night." George deliberately repeated her words, making Lawrence want to reward him with a bad curse.

"What a proud girl, right?" Fred said,

"It's just pretty," said Hermione, "boys-"

"But she might be right?" George raised his eyebrows, "I mean, do you want Diggory, who is afraid of Huffle, to become a Warrior?"

"Will that idiot become a Hogwarts warrior?" Ron frowned, "Why do so many people say that?"

"We've discussed it before. He's not an idiot. You can't just say that just because he won in Quidditch." Hermione said, "He's the premier, or the student president of this class-" (Note 1)

"Isn't it because he is handsome?" Ron muttered, "A little white-faced."

"I won't support him just because he's handsome," Hermione said angrily. "I'm not like some people, I'm stunned when I see beautiful girls."

"So who do you support more?" Fred asked in a naughty tone, "Are we who are preparing to cross the limit line--?"

"──Highpatch's handsome predecessor is also the president of the male student?" George raised his eyebrows, "Or Lawrence?"

"Oh," Hermione's face turned a little red, "Of course I support Lawrence in attendance-"

"That's all," Fred said, "It means we are on the same front as Miss Dragul, right?"

"Why is the team not moving?" George frowned, and they saw the students of Demstrong staring at the scar on Harry's head,

"Yes, Harry Potter." Moody walked over with "dongdong" footsteps, Kakarov's face changed drastically.

"You-" Kakarov stared at Moody, with a very complicated expression mixed with anger and fear,

"What's wrong with me?" Moody said. "If you have nothing else to say, just get out of the way. You're in the way, Kakarov."

Lawrence narrowed his eyes, he remembered the trial record, Igor. Kakarov, one of the Death Eaters arrested by Mad-Eyes Moody, but with the then Director of the Magic Law Enforcement Division, Barty. Crouch reached an agreement and was released. Is it just a coincidence that all three people with special relationships came to Hogwarts?

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Author's words:

Ali, in fact, no matter who is the heroine, the protagonist will only set out on his own trip.

Then I made a mistake. Furong's hair seemed to be silver, not gold, and it was corrected before, saying that it seemed to be blonde in the movie? Forget it, maybe it was blonde with silver light? It was so complicated... I will correct it later if there is any problem.

I'm going to catch up with the class, and I'm already late to post this chapter.

Note 1: Digory is just a predecessor in the original work, but I guess it is because Digory will become a Warrior and that will be very busy, so he did not become the student president, otherwise the student president would usually be the best student of that class.

Thanks to the rewards of [Star Sea Haohan] [Air-ground Missile] [3c3orz] and the evaluation tickets of [Zhishui Guanyu].

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