Right in the middle of the lake, a huge whirlpool appeared, as if a huge plug had suddenly been pulled out from the bottom of the lake.
A long black rod-like object slowly rose from the center of the whirlpool.
"It's a mast!" Michael said excitedly to Allen.
Slowly, in an extraordinary manner, the ship rose out of the water, shining in the moonlight.
It looked very strange, like a skeleton, as if it was the remains of a sunken ship that had just been salvaged. The portholes shone with a dim, misty light, looking like the eyes of a ghost.
Finally, with the sound of splashing water, the big boat completely emerged. It bumped on the undulating surface of the water and began to sail towards the shore of the lake.
After a while, they heard a splash as an anchor was thrown into the shallow water, and then a plank was placed on the shore of the lake.
Many exceptionally large wizards walked down from the ship. When they came closer, they realized that the reason why they looked so large was because they were all wearing a kind of fur cloak, with tangled fur.
But the man who led them to the castle was wearing a different kind of fur: silvery white, soft and smooth, very much like his hair.
Dumbledore! "The man shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the slope." My dear old friend, how are you? "
"Excellent. Thank you, Professor Kakarov," Dumbledore replied.
Kakarov's voice was mellow and sweet. When he walked into the light from the castle's main entrance, they saw that he was as tall and thin as Dumbledore, but his white hair was very short, and his goatee (with a small curl at the end) did not completely cover his thin chin.
While the young wizards were attracted to Kakarov, Allen's eyes were attracted to a wizard behind Kakarov, with an eye-catching aquiline nose and two thick, black eyebrows — Krum.
Krum's thick eyebrows were knitted together, and he stared unabashedly at Allen.
Although Allen did not care what Krum thought of him, he was a little curious. Compared to the World Cup, Krum was even more hostile to him.
At least at that time, Krum was polite to him on the surface. But now, his hostility was almost naked and without any disguise.
For the young wizards of Hogwarts, Krum's arrival was nothing to be surprised about. He was just a top Quidditch player, and the best ball finder in the world was in Hogwarts, among them.
To welcome the guests, the whole auditorium was decorated. The enchanted ceiling shone with starlight, and goblets and plates sparkled. Filch, the administrator, dressed in his old moldy tuxedo, was decorating the teacher's table.
"My impression of Slytherin has changed," Edward exclaimed.
Allen looked from the teacher's table to Slytherin's long table. Wickidor? Krum and his Demstrand alumni had already taken their seats at Slytherin's table.
Allen was happy to see Malfoy entertain these guests from afar. He was polite, considerate, and not overly obsequious.
"Can I sit here with you?" A crisp voice sounded, and a long waterfall of silver hair fell to her waist. Her big blue eyes stared at Michael.
Michael's face suddenly flushed red, and he stared blankly at the Boothbarton girl in front of him. He opened his mouth to answer, but only strange little sounds came out, as if his throat was stuck.
"Of course, Hibiscus Chinensis." Allen smiled and nudged Michael.
Michael, who finally came back to his senses, winked and stood up to make room.
The other Boothbarton girls also followed Hibiscus Chinensis to Ravenclaw's long table.
"She's a seductress." At Gryffindor's long table, Ron sat down with a hoarse voice. The voice said to Harry, "Allen is fascinated by her."
"Of course not!" Hermione said sharply. "I didn't see Allen staring at her like an idiot!"
After that, Hermione raised her head proudly, glanced at Ron, and walked away with her plate.
Hermione knew in her heart that Hibiscus Chinensis sat next to Allen mostly because of Albert. But when she heard Ron say that about Allen, she couldn't help but sit in a position where it was convenient to observe Allen and Hibiscus Chinensis, glancing at Allen and Luna from time to time.
Luna, who was sitting at Ravenclaw's long table, looked no different from usual, and there was even dessert in front of her in advance. She played on her own, picking out strawberries from the creamy sponge cake with a spoon and piling them into small towers.
Hermione soon didn't have to worry, because the three people who appeared at the teachers' table attracted the attention of all the wizards.
And one of them was Albert.
Crouch, Ludo? Bagman and Albert appeared at the teachers' table.
"You didn't tell me he was coming!" Hibiscus Chinensis focused on Albert at the teachers' table.
"I also didn't know he was coming." Allen smiled and placed a plate of fragrant roasted Welsh rabbit in front of Hibiscus Chinensis.
"Is there rabbit meat inside?" Hibiscus Chinensis looked at the plate of fragrant roasted Welsh rabbit drizzled with golden sauce with suspicion.
"It can't even be considered a meat dish. Brush the bread with butter, roast it until it's fragrant and crispy, then place it on a delicate porcelain plate. Drizzle it with a sauce made of cheddar cheese, ale, mustard, chili, and white sauce, and a delicious Welsh rabbit is ready! Take a bite and it's crispy. "Allen's introduction made Hibiscus Chinensis interested in the dish.
"I guess they're here to witness the opening ceremony of the tournament." Hibiscus Chinensis once again reached for the Welsh rabbit with her fork.
When Dumbledore stood up again. A feeling of excitement and nervousness seemed to pervade the auditorium.
Dumbledore briefly introduced Albert and the other two, and asked Filch to bring the box up.
The crowd below the stage was bustling, and the young magicians were all guessing what was inside the ancient box.
It was a large wooden box inlaid with jewels, and looked very old. Dumbledore pulled out his wand and knocked on the lid of the box three times.
The lid slowly opened with a creak. Dumbledore reached in and took out a large, crudely carved wooden goblet. The goblet itself was not eye-catching at all, but it was filled with dancing blue and white flames.
Allen and Hibiscus Chinensis talked about Albert while Dumbledore introduced the rules of the Goblet of Fire and the tournament.
"As you already know, three Warriors will be selected to represent their magic schools in the tournament. After the three events, the Warriors with the highest score will win the Goblet of Fire. The person in charge of selecting the Warriors is an impartial selector, and this is the Goblet of Fire. " Dumbledore closed the box and put the goblet on the lid, so that everyone in the auditorium could see it clearly.
Every student who wants to run for the Warriors must write their name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet. "Dumbledore said," Those who want to be Warriors can register within twenty-four hours. Tomorrow night, which is Halloween night, the goblet will pick the names of the three students who it thinks can best represent the three schools. Tonight, the goblet will be placed in the hall, and all the students who want to run will have access to it.
"In order to prevent students who are not old enough from being tempted," Dumbledore said, "after the goblet is placed in the hall, I will draw an age line around it. Anyone under the age of seventeen will not be able to cross this age line. "
After the banquet, the young wizards who returned to the dormitory all talked about how to get away with it.
For Allen, strength was the best key, especially with Dumbledore's permission.
Early the next morning, Allen and Albert met in the tower. Before going to bed last night, Allen sent Benny to send a message to Albert, making an appointment to have breakfast together.
"Albert, do you remember the beautiful French witch who came to our house to thank us during the World Cup?" Allen's smile made Albert's face burn.
"Hibiscus Chinensis? Dracul, "Albert blurted out, then turned his head and coughed a few times.
"Why did you mention her?" Albert put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at Allen.
"She is one of the candidates for Boothbarton —" Allen paused and looked at Albert's expression. He found that he was listening carefully, so he continued, "You don't have any other plans this weekend, right? Go to Hogsmeade, she will be there too."
Allen winked at him, looking very strange. Albert's ears turned red.
"Why don't you sign up for the Three Wizard Tournament now? With your strength, if you want to compete for the championship, your chances of winning are very high. "Albert stood up and filled the milk cup in front of Allen.
In Albert's mind, as long as his brother wanted to do something, he would never fail, no matter how many obstacles there were.
"Of course I will participate. You know about my agreement with Dumbledore, right?" Allen drank the milk in the glass in one gulp.
"I know a little from Dad," Albert said.
Allen told Albert the details of his agreement with Dumbledore and his plans.
"Is there anything I can help with?" Albert leaned forward slightly and looked at Allen with concern.
"Yes." Allen nodded with certainty. "Albert, you caught a lot of troublemakers and brought them to Azkaban. I need you to provide me with your memories of Azkaban."
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