Chapter 275: The First Parchment Thrown into the Goblet of Fire

Chapter 275: The First Parchment Thrown into the Goblet of Fire

Maggie's Parseltongue could only be regarded as a small episode. After all, this was not the first time that students at Hogwarts had seen someone speaking Parseltongue. Last time, Harry Potter spoke it and nothing happened. Especially in the past two months, the Riddle family that had made a lot of noise at the World Cup did not seem to be a big deal. More students were still cheering crazily for Viktor Krum.

Della looked at Draco, who had been staring at her, with a comforting and apologetic look. She pointed at Maggie next to her, indicating that she had to stay with her brother for a while. Draco looked at Maggie, who stood tall next to her, her face still stiff with fear, and nodded to indicate that it was okay.

"Which table will Hogwarts assign you to?" Della asked in German as she led Maggie into the castle. "What are you doing here?"

Maggie didn't inform Della before coming, so her arrival wasn't hard to guess, but she still had to ask symbolically.

"I want to come and see you, and I can go with you in the evening. For Durmstrang, go to the Slytherin table. Perhaps Hogwarts thinks this will reduce some conflicts," Maggie said sarcastically, "Beauxbatons go to Ravenclaw, and Kodostoriz goes to Hufflepuff."

"It looks like there's going to be a fight at the Slytherin table." Della said with a smile, not hiding her intention to participate. They followed the crowd into the hall and each took a seat at the Slytherin table.

The students of Hogwarts were still fascinated and excited as they watched Krum, the famous Quidditch player from Durmstrang, and Fleur, the beautiful Veela from Beauxbatons. The tall stature and tough and resolute appearance of Dmitri in Kodos Dorezu also attracted attention.

The students from other schools looked more at the students of Kodos Dorezhli, the tragic school that had recently won a victory in the newspapers. They found that there was only one big kid named Dmitri among them, and the rest were just little kids. They immediately realized that this school was only betting on one brave man this time, or in other words, they only had one brave man.

Della was also one of the people they had been watching for a long time. They had all seen this gifted girl who came to study abroad in the last school year, but no one except Fleur Delacour had really talked to her.

The students gradually took their seats, professors and principals of other schools sat in the faculty seats, and an exotic meal was placed on the table. While the students were carefully tasting the new food, the visitors from the Ministry of Magic also sat down in the faculty seats.

Karkaroff and Maxime sat on Dumbledore's left and right, Ludo Bagman sat on Karkaroff's side, Barty Crouch sat on Madam Maxime's side, and Ariane Lind sat next to her immediate boss, Mr. Crouch, and next to Mikhail Komyuraw, the deputy to Headmaster Kodostoritz.

On the surface, Kodostoriz, who was allowed to enter the competition under pressure from public opinion, was able to enter the Triwizard Tournament due to Aryan's insistence on reasoning. This was a remarkable political achievement, but from the perspective of the Ministry of Magic of Country Y, Aryan committed the cardinal sin of exceeding his authority.

In other words, the things she did were big enough and successful enough, which prevented her from immediately sliding to the brink of power.

Della observed the expression of Arlian, who was now being targeted, and was satisfied to find that her senior was still calm and composed, and could even raise her glass to her former teachers with ease.

After the dessert was served, Dumbledore stood up and finally mentioned the much-anticipated Triwizard Tournament. He asked Filch to bring in a wooden box, explained that there would be three events in the Triwizard Tournament, and then took out a large, rough wooden goblet filled with flickering blue and white flames.

"Within 24 hours, which is tomorrow Halloween night, every student who wants to run for the champion must write his name and school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet..." Dumbledore talked about the registration method for the champion, and also specifically stated that he would draw an age line to prevent anyone under the age of seventeen.

Della listened to Dumbledore's words asking everyone to think twice before signing up, and watched him draw a circle of age lines like salt piles around the wooden table where the goblet was placed. When Dumbledore said good night to everyone, she stood up, her eyes briefly met with Maggie not far away, and then she walked towards the goblet under everyone's gaze.

"Can we sign up now, Headmaster Dumbledore?" Della stopped in front of Dumbledore and looked up at him, her wand already in her hand.

"Of course, if you are old enough," said Dumbledore calmly. "I do not doubt that, but I am afraid you do not have the necessary parchment."

"Because I have to go to St. Mungo's for my final physical examination tonight and won't be back until tomorrow night, so I can only sign up now," Della said, and then looked elegantly at the students with wide eyes in the audience, "So, is there any kind person who can give me a piece of parchment?"

There was a moment of silence, then a slight rustling sound as some people began to search their pockets, while others looked in surprise at those who wanted to offer parchment to the Dark Lord's daughter.

They had never known before that these people had such a tendency to turn to darkness!

In fact, Della just didn't give them a chance in the past two months.

But no fence-sitter won in this flattery. When a student at the Slytherin table couldn't help cheering because he found a small piece of parchment in his pocket that had been left there at some point, a little girl sitting in front of the Hufflepuff table raised her sketchbook to Della.

"Oh! Would you like to give me a piece of parchment?" Della spotted the blonde girl, who was about eleven or twelve years old. She walked over as if no one was around. Her steps were not heavy, but the sound of her footsteps made the entire auditorium quiet.

Della walked up to the girl and took the well-used sketchbook from her. She flipped through a few pages and saw blurry landscapes and portraits in all of them. There were only three colors in it: red, black and blue. These three common colors of ink were relatively cheap, and the parchment had become soft and damp. Della knew instantly that this book had been erased and drawn on countless times. "How can I thank you?" she asked, her tone much gentler.

The girl's cheeks were a little hollow, but she was in good spirits and didn't look depressed at all. She wrinkled her light blue eyes and tilted one ear towards Della, as if thinking about something. Then she slowly blurted out English words, "This is just a piece of paper."

Dmitri, who was standing next to her, lovingly stroked the girl's recently smooth blonde hair. He explained to Della, "Natasha's English reading and writing are OK, but her listening and speaking are not so good. What she meant was that it was just a piece of paper, not something special to be thanked for."

"What a generous girl," Della nodded. She turned a few pages of paintings that were also blurry and only had rough outlines. Then she carefully tore off a small corner from a piece of parchment that had not been painted yet and had only indelible ink marks. "You draw very well, too. Can you lend me your brush?"

Natasha frowned and slowly followed Della's words, then she smiled and handed over the feather pen that was half bald in her pocket.

Della now looked up to Dmitri for being able to raise a spiritually rich child in a difficult life.

Della wrote down her name and the name of her school in two or three strokes, then walked to the Goblet of Fire and stopped. Her action was like a switch. The people who had just been watching her quietly began to whisper, wanting to know if she could break the magic of Headmaster Dumbledore.

They watched the silver barrier along the age line rise as Della Riddle approached. Della Riddle calmly pointed her wand over, and then there would be a big scene between magic and magic -

The expected magnificent scene of magic power spreading out did not appear. Della did not even utter any exciting spells. She pointed her wand and gently swiped it to the right, effortlessly opening a hole in the barrier for her to enter and exit.

Then she walked in and gently threw the parchment with her name on it into the cup. A silver-white flame surged up instantly. The not-so-hot flame blew away Della's ink-black hair. The white flames bursting out beside her made half of her delicate face look extremely holy, and also cast a chilling shadow on the other half of her face.

"Well, see you tomorrow night, my good classmates and friends who have come from afar."

As she spoke, Della stepped out of the age line. The white flame was still crackling behind her, burning away the hidden ridicule and contempt that some people had for her over the past two months. It was as if their hearts were also burned out by the white flame. They began to tremble all over, not understanding why they had such arrogant thoughts before.