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"Ignore them," Connor said to Fleur. "Did you bring the parchment?"
"I brought it." Furong retracted her gaze and nodded, "But I need to wait for Ms. Maxime... Oh, she's here."
As they were talking, people from Beauxbatons also walked into the auditorium.
Fleur hurried over, and under Maxim's arrangement, she and others put the parchment slip with the name on it into the Goblet of Fire.
Fleur originally wanted to stay here, but Maxim seemed to have something to say, so she had no choice but to leave with him.
Now, only Hogwarts students were left in the auditorium.
"Am I late?" Cedric's voice came from behind.
"As long as it's before dusk, it's not too late." Kyle turned around and said, "Have you written your name?"
"In fact, it was written last night." Cedric took out a neatly cut piece of parchment with the words "Cedric Diggory - Hogwarts" written on it.
The note template had been posted on the door of the common room a long time ago, so just write according to it.
"What about you guys, are you ready?" Cedric asked, "We can throw it in together."
"boom!"
Just then, there was a loud explosion next to the Goblet of Fire.
A figure seemed to be playing the game of Quaffle, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and then falling heavily to the ground ten feet away.
"Ouch!"
Ron rolled on the ground, holding his arm. There was another popping sound, and a shaggy white beard grew on his chin.
Everyone around burst into laughter, and even Harry, who had just run over to help Ron up, couldn't help laughing out loud.
"I told you a long time ago..." Hermione looked at Ron, who was covering his face and refusing to get up, and said, "Professor Dumbledore would definitely think of something like an ageing potion, but you just didn't believe it."
Harry had a look of relief on his face and calmly put the bottle in his hand into his pocket.
Fortunately, he hesitated for a moment, otherwise he would probably be lying on the ground now.
"It seems that age has nothing to do with it." Fred and George came to them at some point. There was no doubt that what happened just now was related to them.
"Ron bought two bottles of aging potion from us last night," Fred explained.
George said. "I knew he would try to throw his name in, but I didn't expect him to be so anxious. ..."
"Although I didn't see the Goblet of Fire throwing Ron's name out..."
"But Ron with a beard is also good..."
The two of them laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs.
When Qiu Ye walked into the auditorium, Cedric said impatiently, "Let's go too!"
"I've been thinking so for a long time." Fred said with a smile, and then he was the first to walk over.
Seeing them, the people around them immediately made way for them, just like they had done when they saw Beauxbatons and Durmstrang before.
Fred was the first to cross the age line, followed by George, then Cedric, Cho, Connor...
Kyle was the last one. When he also crossed the age line and put the parchment in his hand into the Goblet of Fire, excited cheers were heard all around.
The Hufflepuff students cheered particularly vigorously, cheering loudly for Kyle and Cedric.
"Why didn't anyone call our names!" George said unhappily, "Are all the Gryffindors sleeping in?"
All the Gryffindors in the hall turned their heads silently, pretending not to hear anything.
The top candidate they had in mind was Angelina Johnson, and she wasn't there yet.
Only Lee Jordan shouted twice out of respect, but that was all. When Angelina walked into the auditorium, his cheers were obviously much louder than before.
This made Fred and George very angry, and they chased after him to beat him up.
At this time, Ron, who was pretending to be an ostrich on the ground, was also pulled up. Harry prepared to take him to the school hospital to see if there was any way to remove his beard.
Hermione, who was walking at the back, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned and walked towards the Goblet of Fire.
Harry also noticed her actions and quickly reminded her: "Wait Hermione, you don't want to grow a beard too, do you? This is not a joke..."
Before he finished speaking, his mouth opened in surprise.
Because Hermione crossed the age line and successfully put her name into the Goblet of Fire.
"You found a way to cheat me out of my age, but you didn't tell us!" Ron said angrily, "You don't think it's fun to see me make a fool of myself."
"I don't think breaking the rules is fun at all!" Hermione said sternly. "I just turned fifteen last month."
"What?" Ron was stunned. He remembered that Hermione's birthday was September 19th, but his birthday was in March. Even he couldn't do that, so why could Hermione...
"In fact, I'm one year older than all of you." Hermione continued, "If I had been born twenty days earlier, I would be in fifth grade now.
This……
Harry and Ron looked at each other in bewilderment; they had always thought that Hermione was younger than they were.
Ron's eyes flashed with envy, "That's great, I can participate in the Triwizard Tournament..."
"Don't be silly, I don't think I can be selected." Hermione said, "I just don't want to miss this grand event. Voting is also a participation, isn't it?
"Go now, I hope Madam Pomfrey can help you remove these beards before the Halloween dinner... unless you want to wear them to the party."
It wasn't just Hermione, most people had basically the same idea as her.
On Saturday, almost all Hogwarts students in their fifth year and above, including a small number of fourth year students, voted their names into the Goblet of Fire.
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 501 Three Warriors
For the first time, everyone felt that Saturday would be so long.
Time seemed to slow down all of a sudden, and the wizard chess and crackling exploding cards that they never had enough of playing became boring. Every time they played for a while, they would look up to see if it was getting dark outside.
From morning to noon, and then to afternoon...it felt like a month had passed, and the sky finally darkened.
When the moon rose, everyone couldn't wait to go to the auditorium.
Perhaps because there were banquets for two consecutive days, the carefully prepared sumptuous dishes were not so popular.
Everyone just took a few bites and put down their cutlery, and stood up from time to time to see if Professor Dumbledore had finished eating.
"Hurry up and sit down." When Ron stood up for the third time, Hermione finally couldn't help but say, "It will take time for the Goblet of Fire to make a decision. Even Headmaster Dumbledore can't announce the result in advance."
"How do you know?" Ron said, "After you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, will you know the time?"
"Of course not!" Hermione said impatiently, "Have you never read Hogwarts: A History? It's all written in it."
"I don't think many people would read such a thick book." Ron muttered quietly, but when he saw that Hermione was showing signs of being angry, he quickly changed his tone and said, "Well, could you please be so kind as to tell us what time it is?"
Everyone around looked over.
"The book only mentions that the Goblet of Fire will go out after one day," Hermione said, "but the Goblet of Fire was taken out at the end of the banquet yesterday. According to the time, it should be around 7:30."
Ron checked the time. It was ten past seven... Did that mean they had to wait another twenty minutes?
He took a plate of pudding irritably, but did not eat it. He just poked at it with his fork and asked:
"Who do you think will be the champion of Hogwarts?"
Harry looked around and found Fred and George on the other side of the table before he lowered his voice and said, "I hope it's Angelina."
"I think it's not bad that Fred was chosen," said Ron. "That way I'll be considered the Warrior's younger brother. Maybe Krum will even give me an autograph."
Hermione gave a sarcastic sneer.
"But I think it could also be Hermione." Harry suddenly remembered that there was another person beside them who had also voted, and then he quickly said, "Your final score is higher than Angelina's."
Hermione blushed, a rare occurrence, and tried hard to look normal.
"That's because I took all the courses last year, so my score is higher."
"No, I think what Harry said makes sense." Ron nodded seriously, "You are always the first to complete the professor's task, and even Snape can't find any fault with you."
Hermione turned her head and looked at Ron in surprise, as if it was the first day she met him.
In fact, after knowing that she had thrown her name into the Goblet of Fire, although Ron didn't say it, Hermione could see that he was still a little uncomfortable... This was obvious, because Ron hadn't taken the initiative to talk to her since morning.
So Hermione never expected that he would say this now.
But Ron didn't notice any of this. He poked Pudding and continued, "If you really become a warrior...can you help me get an autograph from Krum?"
Hermione's face quickly turned cold and she grabbed a book and threw it over.
The thick volume of "The Evolution of Medieval Runes" fell on the table in front of Ron, scaring him so much that he almost threw the fork in his hand away.
"What are you doing? That book almost hit me." Ron shouted angrily.
But Hermione had already turned her head away and didn't look at him again.
Finally, twenty minutes later, the last dessert disappeared.
Dumbledore stood up and the hall fell silent.
"Well, the Goblet of Fire is about to make its decision," said Dumbledore, who seemed to be as nervous and expectant as everyone else.
Then he waved his wand, and most of the candles in the hall went out, leaving only those in the jack-o'-lanterns.
In this semi-dark state, the Goblet of Fire looked brighter than ever, and the bright blue-white flame emitted a dazzling light.
At the Hufflepuff table, Cedric kept breathing, "I've never been so nervous."
"It's almost here." said Mikel, who had been watching the time.
When the time came to half past seven.
Under the gaze of everyone, the flame in the goblet suddenly turned red, and sparks popped out with crackling sounds, like a volcano about to erupt.
Then, a tongue of fire leaped into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out of it... The auditorium suddenly became quiet, and everyone held their breath.
A large hand caught the parchment.
"The champion of Durmstrang..." Dumbledore shouted, "It's Viktor Krum!"
"awesome!"