Chapter 90 Chapter 89 The Late Lion King (Get Ready to Set Sail

Chapter 90, No. 89, The Late Lion King (Get Ready to Set Sail)

Hogwarts tradition.

On the day of Halloween, all magic torches were replaced with pumpkin heads with triangular eyes.

Because of the Triwizard Tournament, two friendly schools came, and Hogwarts was more fully prepared.

In addition to the lights that turned into pumpkin monsters, the daily fights of pumpkin monsters.

The armors that tirelessly patrolled the castle were also torn apart by the house elves.

For this new and novel shape added this year, Sir Nick, who was almost headless, expressed full praise.

Everyone could feel the visible happiness in him.

Those armored soldiers who held their heads in their arms were even circled around by Sir Nick.

Everyone knew that Sir Nick, who was almost headless, was because a little skin was hanging on his head and neck, and it was not disconnected.

So the Dullahan rejected its application to join the group, and every time it was rejected, it would always be depressed for many days.

Seeing him walking around without a helmet, everyone knew that he was imagining that his head could be taken off like a helmet, so that he could join the group openly.

Peeves, who has always been mischievous, would not be cared about his pranks today, or rather, his pranks made the atmosphere of Halloween much stronger.

After his pranks, there would always be a few good-natured students standing not far away, raising their hands high and cheering.

Whether it threw a smoke bomb or suddenly came out of the wall and scared people, it would always be praised by others.

There was no special ghost like Peeves in Beauxbatons, so the ladies from Beauxbatons were curious about Peeves.

God knows, Peeves, who was born mischievous, could actually be depressed.

According to the fat monk, Peeves felt that he had lost the meaning of his existence.

He likes to see others angry but helpless because of his pranks.

The ladies of Beauxbatons taught it a good lesson, completely depriving it of the pleasure of succeeding in its pranks.

The strong men of Durmstrang always look cold, and I don’t know if it’s the Nordic wind that froze their expression systems.

Except for Viktor Krum, as the seeker of the Bulgarian Quidditch National Team, his personality really attracts fans.

No matter who asks him for an autograph, he will give a warm smile.

Terry, a Quidditch fanatic, even got a special autograph from Krum: This autograph is dedicated to Mr. Terry of Hogwarts Ravenclaw.

Terry was so excited for the whole day, shouting that he would always be a die-hard fan of the Bulgarian Quidditch National Team.

Grete did not comment on this statement, but he knew that Terry’s favorite national team could cover the entire dormitory wall.

His favorite players are countless, or in other words, as long as they are Quidditch players, there is no one he doesn’t like.

When night falls, the special Halloween dinner for the Hogwarts Triwizard Tournament begins.

When you walk into the banquet hall, you can see a huge pumpkin monster floating under the transparent ceiling. Whenever it opens its mouth, it spits out a cloud of smoke.

There are so many monsters hidden in the smoke, and the mixed roars echo over the long dinner table like thunder.

However, this does not affect everyone's enjoyment of the dinner. The magic turns the deafening sound into the background sound of Halloween.

However, from Gret's perspective, it seems that no one is paying attention to the dinner.

The food prepared by the house elves seems to have lost its appeal. Most people are either poking the steak on the plate or stirring the pudding in the cup.

Of course, Gret and most of the Hufflepuffs are absent-minded.

In his spare time, Gret even noticed that a few badgers sneaked into the tables of other colleges.

They took away some limited precious ingredients.

Seeing their squinting eyes and laughing secretly, we can guess that they should wish to have the Goblet of Fire every day so that they can enjoy a feast every day.

I don’t know what kind of strict orders Durmstrang gave to the students of his school before coming. Even when faced with rare delicacies, they seemed to obey orders.

Sit up straight and put the food into his mouth.

Karkaroff was obviously very satisfied with his students’ performance. He felt that pure-bloods should have the pride of pure-bloods.

They can’t be like the noisy Hufflepuffs in Hogwarts, who can be happy and smiling with a little food.

Karkaroff proudly looked at his empire. These students were trained by him, the greatest headmaster in the history of Durmstrang.

Seeing his eyes glancing at Dumbledore from time to time, we know that he is comparing himself with Dumbledore in his heart.

Headmaster Maxime of Beauxbatons is not in the eyes of him, the great Karkaroff.

Those delicate little girls can’t be the opponents of the Durmstrang warriors.

He was observing others, and others were observing him.

No need to guess, everyone could see it.

Mad-Eye Moody's threatening eyes had hardly left his back since yesterday.

The vicious gesture of the knife and fork when cutting meat was as if it was cutting Karkaroff's body.

But even this sharp look, like a thorn in the back, could not change Karkaroff's color, who felt that he could be compared with Dumbledore.

Anyway, the Magical Law Council more than a decade ago had pardoned his crimes, and no matter how crazy Mad-Eye Moody was, there was nothing he could do to him.

Besides, he was now at Hogwarts as a guest of the Triwizard Tournament, and Dumbledore had to protect his safety.

It was hard to say that he turned his head from time to time to talk to Dumbledore just to remind ‘Moody’ that I was the headmaster, not a criminal.

For the first time, someone wondered why the Halloween dinner lasted so long.

You know, in the past, they wished that the dinner could last forever so that they could digest it before eating.

Although the food provided by the restaurant on weekdays was already good, it could only be regarded as fast food in front of the dinner.

Many people stopped their knives and forks early, and looked up frequently to look at the three headmasters who were talking happily on the stage.

They tried to use their eyes to remind Dumbledore that we were full and the dinner should end.

The naughty ghosts also took up their knives and forks when no one was paying attention, and dropped them into the empty plates with a jingle.

But this behavior could not end the dinner early, but would attract the threatening eyes of the dean.

Even Professor Sprout, who was the kindest on weekdays, or Professor Flitwick, who got along best with the little wizards, would not hesitate to send dangerous signals with a smile.

However, as long as the list was not announced, this group of people would feel like sitting on pins and needles.

The dean's threat could only last for a while, not forever. Often, as soon as his eyes were turned away, they would use the same trick again, trying to attract Dumbledore's attention with small movements.

When Gretel put down the tableware in his hand, he saw that almost everyone in the hall had an impatient look on their faces.

Every moment, someone stood up uncomfortably, observed for a while, and then lowered his head to discuss with the students around him when the three headmasters on the stage would clear the plates in front of them.

Under the unanimous expectation of everyone, the plates in front of everyone finally returned to being spotless.

At that moment, Gretel heard their uncontrollable cheers, and the noise in the whole hall instantly increased by several decibels.

They couldn't wait to hear who was the warrior chosen by the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore finally stood up from the soft chair. When he stood up, the whole banquet hall seemed to be paused.

With everyone's nervousness, the whole hall fell into extreme silence.

The headmasters of the three major magic schools also had visible nervousness on their faces. After all, the winner of the Triwizard Tournament will win the title of the strongest magic school in Europe for the next five years.

Ludo Bagman, director of the Department of Magical Sports and Physical Education, smiled and winked at the students. Before becoming the director, he was a very popular batsman in the Wimbledon Wasps.

After becoming the director, he did not lose his likable personality.

However, on occasions like today, no one cared about his likable eyes. Everyone clenched their fists and waited for the headmasters to announce this year's candidates.

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Dumbledore waved his wand, and all the candles on the road were extinguished, leaving only the candles protected by the pumpkin head, swaying in the fluctuations of magic.

The blue-white flame of the fire cup swayed tirelessly, the light flashed, and the dazzling blue-white flames stung the eyes.

"One minute left." As the Quidditch commentator of Hogwarts, Lee Jordan's voice was so loud.

Even if he thought he was reciting it very lightly.

The moment the time was up, Lee Jordan's voice became uncontrollably excited.

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, sparks flew everywhere, and after a while, the flames rushed up, and a piece of burnt parchment flew over.

The people present couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and the half-burnt parchment that had just been freed came into his hand.

"The champion representing Durmstrang is," Dumbledore's voice was loud and powerful, and he clearly read out the name, "Viktor Krum."

Amidst the thunderous applause, Krum stood up lazily and walked towards the room that Dumbledore had agreed on before.

"Krum is so charming, he deserves to be my favorite Quidditch player." Terry whispered to Gretel.

Gretel nodded. Indeed, with this confident look, he looked like he had known that he would be selected.

If Gretel hadn't noticed the shadow of his fingertips trembling slightly in the candlelight when he stepped onto the steps.

Fleur Delacour, the half-blood veela who stirred the emotions of countless young men.

When Dumbledore read out her name, she shook her long satin-gold hair and disappeared gracefully in front of everyone.

Even though Gretel had trained Penelope for three years, the world line did not change strangely after all.

Mr. Cedric, in the eyes of the crowd, represented Hogwarts and stepped into the door representing the champion.

As the home team, Cedric received far more cheers than Krum and Fleur.

The whistles and cheers made people feel that the banquet hall would be overturned by the cheers.

Everyone was celebrating and laughing, and Grete shrugged helplessly at Penelope.

There was no way, if Mr. Cedric had not become a member of the team, perhaps Miss Penelope would be the champion this year.

Although she was a little disappointed for a while because she failed to become a champion, she became the heroic butler again in a moment.

Penelope almost supported half of the cheers of Ravenclaw.

Just when everyone thought that everything was settled, the Goblet of Fire, which should have been silent, spewed out flames again.

Dumbledore frowned and stared for a long time before shouting "Harry Potter."

Harry was stunned. He didn't vote for a name. He was not old enough and not capable enough.

Although he had fantasized, he was self-aware.

Even the Weasley twins, who were only a short time away from meeting the age limit, failed to cheat in front of Dumbledore's age spell.

How could he do something that was doomed to fail.

Not only was Harry stunned, but everyone present except Gretel and 'Moody' was at a loss at the same time.

The Triwizard Tournament has been going on for so many years, and there has never been such a strange thing.

When Harry stood up, he was a little dazed, and even almost fell because he stepped on the wizard robe.

"Harry, be brave."

Gretel did not send a suspicious look like a searchlight, but just silently cheered Harry up in his heart.

Gretel's eyes only briefly cast towards Harry for a moment, and then they were fixed on the Goblet of Fire.

If Barty Crouch Jr. dared to risk his life just to help Voldemort realize his wish of resurrection and getting Gretel at the same time.

Gretel would dare to flip the table directly.

At worst, he would not use Voldemort to attract the attention of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix.

Although it is difficult to fight hard, it is not impossible.

Anyway, he is not very afraid of Dumbledore now. If he waits for him for a few more years, he may be able to beat Dumbledore.

Fishing in troubled waters is just to facilitate the development of their nascent organization, and it is not only to develop in troubled waters.

He can sit back and watch others help Professor Voldemort resurrect, but that kind of thing cannot happen in front of him.

After all, crazy terrorists like Voldemort are within the organization's daily attack range.

For the justice and purity of the organization, it is better for Professor Voldemort not to appear, but if he appears, he will inevitably be cursed by him.

Fortunately, Barty Crouch Jr. knows what is the most important thing after all.

He didn't bother to put Gretel's name into the madly burning Goblet of Fire.

The confused onlookers may think that it was Harry Potter's vanity that led to the accident.

But for Dumbledore, he didn't need to think about it, he knew that this was a conspiracy against Harry.

Gretel expected that the great Headmaster Dumbledore would face up to this conspiracy and bravely say no to the mastermind behind this matter.

Barty Crouch Jr. could use the Confusion Charm to make the Goblet of Fire forget that there were only three schools participating in the competition.

Dumbledore couldn't fail to make the Goblet of Fire re-elect.

However, Gretel was disappointed after all. This White Devil, who was once famous for his strength, was old after all, and he became hesitant.

Faced with the persistence of old Barty Crouch, he chose to retreat and lost the tenacity and decisiveness that once defeated Grindelwald.

Even though Dumbledore was still calm standing there, as if everything was under control.

Gretel still saw the twilight lion king from his shadow.

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PS: Dumbledore has never been a bad guy or a villain. In the author's book, he just represents old age, hesitation, and tradition.

There are not so many conspiracy theories. The author thinks that Dumbledore's age spell was originally intended to protect Harry, but he didn't expect that someone would take advantage of it.

(Poor Harry, something always happens to him every year. If she was Harry, it might be another story.)

When the light of the new era shines, everything in the old era will become a dream bubble.

Set sail, new era!