"Ron, you raise an interesting question."
John walked to the long Gryffindor table. Even though there were already more than a dozen people, they were still nervous when facing John.
Hermione wanted to say something, but John held out his hand to stop her.
"Warrior? You have to know that not everyone is like you and likes to have fun by trampling on the rules."
In the auditorium, Dumbledore was at the staff table. He looked over and said nothing.
John sighed and said: "Courage does not mean recklessness, and risk-taking does not mean transgression."
Ron's face turned red. He couldn't stand John's tone, which sounded like he was educating a child.
"Really, but you are destined not to be a warrior, aren't you?" He retorted loudly, as if he wanted to prove that he was right.
John looked at him silently, and just when Ron thought he might be beaten, he smiled.
He said jokingly: "So you want to become a warrior?"
"If there wasn't an age limit, I could definitely do it!" Ron was already broken.
John nodded when he heard this, and then said loudly: "Maybe the people outside should give way."
People outside didn't know what was going on, but after hearing the sound, someone walked in to watch.
John was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. He looked at Ron and said softly: "I hope you will do what you say."
He raised his hand and took a shot in the air.
The photography magic is activated.
"The Goblet of Fire is coming."
The Goblet of Fire that was originally in the foyer shook violently, and the students who sensed something was wrong got out of the way.
The next second, the Goblet of Fire flew out like a cannonball.
It fell right into John's hands and was firmly grasped.
The auditorium was so quiet that even Dumbledore stared at this scene in shock.
The wooden goblet kept burning with blue flames. He held it like this, and everyone around him subconsciously moved aside.
John placed the Goblet of Fire in front of Ron, and the blue flames rolled, making Ron's face turn pale.
"Now, you can be your warrior."
An aggressive gaze fell on Ron, and Malfoy took the lead in cheering, laughing and saying: "Hurry up and throw it in, Weasley."
"Just a reminder, putting your name in it means you sign a contract with the Goblet of Fire. Even if you pick your teeth in the fire dragon's mouth, you must go there."
John's voice was full of coldness. Ron tried hard to put his name in, but his hands were out of control. He never thought of this possibility, and he didn't even prepare a name.
Holding the Goblet of Fire, John looked around the Gryffindor table like a king holding a flaming scepter.
Here is Seamus, who just laughed at Cedric for being a little boy, and Dean, who thinks that if the age limit is lifted, he will definitely become a warrior.
The two strong-mouthed kings shrank into quails, and John took the Goblet of Fire and circled around the long table.
"Put down your names and let me see how courageous you are to slander others behind your back."
When the Goblet of Fire was turned to Harry, John chuckled and said, "Harry, why don't you give it a try?"
Harry clenched his fists and stared at John with his emerald eyes.
"John Wick." Dumbledore said at this time.
He looked at John complicatedly and said, "Put the Goblet of Fire back."
John bowed and said respectfully: "Of course, I will never disobey your request."
After saying that, John walked outside.
There were people on both sides making way for him. He stood outside the age circle and took a step inside.
Magic power overflowed and enveloped the whole body.
The age circle had no effect on him. He walked over expressionlessly and put the Goblet of Fire back with his own hands.
He walked in the age circle as if he were a slap in the face of anyone who doubted him.
It's not that he doesn't have the strength, it's just that he has disdain for it.
Malfoy trotted out, opening his hands to the people in the auditorium as he walked, and he laughed loudly: "Our king, sitting high on the throne, disdains games with the weak."
How could the King of Slytherin end up personally?
Only his words were left in the auditorium.
Ron didn't have the nerve to stay any longer and left with a pale face.
Harry and Hermione hurriedly chased after him, and Hermione recalled John's appearance just now.
She felt a little strange, the John now was completely different from before.
Sharp and sharp.
He stepped on the age circle and stepped on the rules of the game that Dumbledore had painstakingly worked out.
John Wick does not intend to continue to be an NPC in Dumbledore's House Game.
Fleur saw John. She was wearing a light blue school uniform. She held up the hem of her skirt with both hands and gave John a slight salute.
Wearing the emblem of the Society of Stars, she cast her name into the Goblet of Fire.
Ms. Maxim had just taken in everything, and she probably didn't expect that John could ignore the age circle left by Dumbledore.
The Beauxbatons students all looked at John strangely, and they lined up to put in their names.
...
In teaching Neville at the Shrieking Shack, John gave him a bearer wand, so he didn't have to worry about being discovered using dark magic.
At night, John and Neville left.
They headed to the auditorium, where the three school warriors would compete today.
On the way, Neville wanted to speak several times, but finally closed his mouth.
Seeing him like this, John said helplessly: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
"John, do you hate Harry and the others?" Neville obviously heard something and said cautiously: "I heard from others that you had conflicts with them."
In fact, Neville was very conflicted. He thought Harry and the others were pretty good.
Hearing Neville's worry, John shook his head and said, "No, I don't hate Harry. Hermione is my friend. It's just that this time Ron Weasley made such nonsense."
He was telling the truth. If it weren't for Ron, he really wouldn't have met Harry.
He didn't have this idea to deal with the savior.
His track has never been students.
Although Dumbledore was not very kind in his actions, he would not anger children.
"Ron is indeed weird sometimes." Neville breathed a sigh of relief.
The two came to the auditorium to say goodbye.
The long Slytherin table always reserved a seat for John, and no one dared to sit on it.
Candlelight illuminated the auditorium, and the Goblet of Fire had been placed inside.
The students were anxious to know the result. The Weasley twins no longer had that big beard.
But they'll have to wait until the Halloween dinner is over to find out the results.
Finally, the golden plate returned to being spotless.
The voices in the auditorium suddenly became louder, and Dumbledore stood up.
Everyone is looking forward to it.
"Well, it's time for the Goblet to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I reckon there's a minute left. Listen, once the names of the champions are announced, I want them to walk up to the top of the Great Hall and along the staff table. Go over there and enter that room next door."
A minute passed as he babbled.
Dumbledore waved his wand widely.
Except for the jack-o'-lantern, all the candles were out.
The Goblet of Fire bloomed with dazzling light, the blue-white flames turned red, and crackling sparks burst out.
A tongue of fire leaped into the air, and the burnt parchment slowly fell.
Dumbledore stretched out his hand to catch it, and said in a clear and powerful voice: "Victor Krum!"
This result was as expected. Heinrich's face was expressionless, but his eyes dimmed.
Klum stood up and left, following the procedure and walking into the next room.
The applause died down, and a few seconds later a second piece of parchment was spit out.
"Champion of Beauxbatons," Dumbledore announced, "Fleur Delacour!"
Fleur stood up, shook her silver hair, and passed between the tables lightly.
She also entered the next room.
The Goblet of Fire turned red again, tongues of fire shot high into the air, and a third piece of parchment appeared.
"The Champion of Hogwarts," Dumbledore shouted, "Cedric Diggory!"
Cheers erupted, especially from the Hufflepuff table.
Malfoy saw that Ron's face was not good-looking, and he raised his eyebrows in that direction proudly, with a mocking look on his face.
The noise finally died down a bit, and Dumbledore was just about to finish the selection.
Suddenly, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks burst out, long tongues of fire jumped into the air, and a fourth piece of parchment flew out.
Dumbledore subconsciously stretched out a hand to catch it. He stared at the name on it. After a long silence, he cleared his throat and read loudly: "Harry Potter."
This scene caught everyone by surprise, even Dumbledore.
When he took the paper, he glanced at John subconsciously.
There was no applause after the announcement.
Harry saw the classmates at the Gryffindor table looking at him with their mouths open.
"I didn't put my name in." He explained to Ron and Hermione, confused, "You know I didn't."
But without giving him a chance to explain clearly, Dumbledore called Harry away.
Harry stood up, stumbled awkwardly on the hem of his robes, and walked forward along the road.
John glanced over and Malfoy almost laughed.
"Look at the hypocrisy of the Savior. John asked him to vote, but he didn't want to. It turns out that he had been secretly put in long ago."
The Slytherin table burst into laughter, as if they were watching a joke.
Their voices did not lower, making the Gryffindors anxious and angry.
Daphne grabbed John's sleeve and pulled it, and asked curiously: "Is it him?"
John shook his head and said, "He doesn't have the ability."
Very directly, John cut off the possibility of Harry cheating from his strength.
The only possibility is for someone else to put his name in it.
This required a strong confusion spell, and John thought about the fact that the secret room had been entered.
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Some people died, but not completely...
