Finally, Dumbledore emphasized the Goblet of Fire contract.
Once a contract is formed, you cannot refuse to participate when your name is flying out of it.
This also calmed down some young wizards who were eager to become famous.
The Goblet of Fire was placed in the foyer, on the stool where the Sorting Hat was usually placed.
The party was over and everyone started to leave.
"Okay, let's go back to the ship." Karkaroff came to the Slytherin table and greeted Krum kindly: "Viktor, how do you feel? Are you full? Do you want me? Send for some mulled wine from the kitchen?" m.
He has a kind and kind attitude, as if he is a principal who treats students very well.
But when another Durmstrang classmate mouthed salivatingly, asking if he could have some mulled wine.
Karkaroff seemed to have changed and said sternly: "I didn't ask you, Poliarco!"
"I noticed you dripped food down the front of your robe again, you nasty boy!"
The attitude changed so quickly that the Slytherins were stunned.
Goyle asked the person next to him in a low voice: "Is he Krum's father?"
Not only him, but other students also felt this way.
When Karkaroff heard this, he glared at Gall fiercely.
John chuckled. It seemed that there were biased people in any school.
Ms. Maxim came over with her students, and the expression on Karkaroff's face changed, as if nothing had happened.
"John, we meet again."
Ms. Maxim was in a good mood. After seeing John, she came over to say hello.
The Beauxbatons students looked over with some curiosity. John stood up and said in a humble tone: "My pleasure, Ms. Maxim. Hogwarts also has many fun places. I hope you will enjoy your stay."
There was nothing wrong with his behavior, which made the Beauxbatons students' eyes brighten.
"You are still like that, which makes me think I should take you to Beauxbatons," Ms. Maxim paused, and then said, "But it seems you don't need it now."
She looked towards the Slytherin table, where the students glared at her.
She smiled, nodded slightly to Karkaroff, and left with the students.
Fleur blinked and reached out to touch the badge, indicating that she would go to the Star Club gathering.
Only then did Karkaroff turn his attention to John. When he saw Heinrich beside him, a complicated look flashed in his eyes and he said, "Heinrich, you should go back with us."
"Okay, but we're not that familiar with Principal Karkaroff."
Heinrich stood up, completely ignoring Karkaroff's ugly expression.
He bowed slightly to John and walked straight out the door.
Karkaroff also walked out with a dark face.
When he arrived at the door, he met the three little ones.
Karkaroff paused.
His eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible, which made him stunned.
"Yes, that's Harry Potter!"
An angry roar sounded, and Moody stood behind him, leaning on his crutch with his heavy body, staring at Karkaroff with his blue magic eyes.
Seeing Moody, Karkaroff thought of something and his face quickly turned pale.
This scene also made other people see that there was a sarcastic look on Heinrich's lips.
"Are you scared, Principal Karkaroff?"
His voice was not loud, but it was extremely harsh.
Karkaroff looked at Moody with wide eyes: "Is that you?"
"Unless you have something to say to Potter, then move on."
A group of people from Durmstrang blocked the door, but Karkaroff didn't say anything. He turned back to glare at Heinrich and walked forward without saying a word.
"Behold, our great Potter, as always, will travel with a nanny."
Harry was about to leave, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but look over.
It was Malfoy, and he was laughing so hard that he deserved a beating.
He pretended to faint, while Goyle and Crabbe pretended to be nannies and took care of Malfoy.
This scene made Harry's anger well up in his heart. Moody came over and pulled him, and said in a rough voice but softly: "Ignore them."
Harry turned and walked away without saying a word.
Moody took two steps and looked back deeply in the direction of Slytherin.
...
The secret room of the Star Club.
The lights were dimmed, and a patch of starlight was projected from the dome. Texts of various colors floated in the air. If you reach out and touch them, the words would spread out and then rejoin.
The hazy beauty is fascinating.
The Yingbai wine liquid shimmered and fell into the crystal wine glass. The sweet and fruity aroma spread out, which was very wonderful.
This was the first time for Furong to enter the secret room of the Star Society, and she felt magical about the things inside.
Except for the seat facing John, the round table was already full of people.
"I'm very happy," John held the crystal cup and chuckled: "The stars have gathered together. This cup is dedicated to Fleur Delacour, our good friend who is here."
He raised his crystal glass, and the others smiled as well.
The wine in the cup slides down your throat, the sweet taste is slightly sour. It feels cold after drinking it, but your body feels warm.
It was the first time for Furong to drink this kind of wine, and she couldn't help but reminisce about it.
A meteor fell from the dome into the cup, and the meteor turned into wine.
"This drink is dedicated to our graduated friend Percy Weasley."
Percy had a smile on his face, he had gone out to work for a while, and he had a little more maturity that he didn't have at school.
At this party, they were talking about topics.
Regarding the situation of each school, there are also complaints about some things at work.
While talking, the topic finally came to the Triwizard Tournament.
As Barty Crouch's assistant, Percy knew a lot of inside information.
Malfoy drank a few glasses of wine, burped and asked John, "John, are you going to this tournament?"
The three qualified people at the party all stopped. They looked at John with a look in their eyes, a desire to compete, and eagerness to try.
John took a sip of wine, shook his head and chuckled: "I won't end up."
The three of them were a little disappointed. They had no doubt that John could pass Dumbledore's age line.
Whether it was Fleur, Heinrich, or Cedric, they, no, the Star Club had confidence in John.
The party is over.
The next day is Saturday.
Those students who used to like to sleep in late got up very actively this time.
There were at least twenty people gathered around the foyer.
They were all looking at the Goblet of Fire carefully.
The three little ones were also here. Seeing this, Ron eagerly asked a third-grade girl: "Has anyone put their name in?"
"Yes, the guys from Durmstrang," the girl replied, "I haven't seen anyone sign up for Hogwarts yet."
"Someone must have put their name in while we were sleeping last night," Harry said. "That's what I would do if it were me."
They watched, laughing loudly behind them.
It was Fred and George, and Lee Jordan.
The three people walked down the stairs excitedly.
"It's done," Fred said proudly to the three little ones: "Just drink it."
He and George proposed age-enhancing drugs yesterday.
Already drank it.
They were only a few months apart, and they were even more confident this time.
"I don't think this will necessarily succeed." Hermione was not optimistic. It was the magic left by Dumbledore. "I'm sure Dumbledore will take this into consideration."
The three of them ignored her, trembling with excitement.
The Weasley twins took out the parchment with their names written on it and jumped in like a dive in front of everyone.
There was no response at first, and they laughed triumphantly.
The next second, the person was ejected and grew the same white hair and beard.
The two people sat up, laughed at first, and then couldn't help but start fighting with each other.
After Dumbledore saw it, he touched his beard, as if comparing whose beard was better.
He was a friendly reminder that there were already a few idiots like them trying to use age-enhancing drugs to get away with it.
Dumbledore entered.
John brought Malfoy over and couldn't help but smile when he saw the beard.
Walking into the auditorium, it has been transformed into Halloween decorations, with bats and pumpkins being the eternal theme.
They discussed loudly who had thrown in the name.
John didn't care, picked up the bread and put it in his mouth.
He should be thankful that Daphne slept late today because she was drunk. He heard that she was going to prepare a Chinese delicacy for him, pitted cherry steamed buns.
There were loud cheers outside as someone put their name in.
It's Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor and the Chaser on the Quidditch team.
A tall dark-skinned girl.
The three little ones were very happy, and Seamus Finnigan said, "Yeah, I'd rather it be you than that little butter boy Diggory."
I don’t know why, but Gryffindor seems to think that people from other houses shouldn’t become warriors.
When Malfoy heard this, he couldn't help but mocked: "Young man? Cedric can kill you with one hand. Shouldn't Potter be aware of this?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, he successfully attracted all the hatred.
This is one of the top three on the most hated list of Hogwarts.
Ron glared at him and yelled: "That's because of the dementors, you lost to Harry!"
"Yes, but my team won, didn't it?" Malfoy said with hatred, "Unlike you, who exist to set off the savior."
"Also, it's John who drove away the dementors that day, instead of being stunned." Malfoy's venomous tongue seemed to have been learned by Zu An.
"Really, John is so powerful, but he can't become a warrior!" Ron said without hesitation.
After the words fell, everyone else, let alone Slytherin, fell silent.
This weird atmosphere made Ron finally realize that his mouth was in trouble again.
Everyone's eyes fell on John. He swallowed the bread slowly and sighed, feeling uneasy even after eating.
He took a sip of water, stood up and walked towards Ron.
This made the Gryffindors feel like they were in danger.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
