"Soon." Michael sat next to Allen, looking more nervous than anyone else.
"Did you put your name in?" Allen asked in surprise.
"No, but I hope that the Warriors of Hogwarts are you." Michael looked at the Goblet of Fire intently, his hands clenched into fists.
"It has to be me." Allen's voice was filled with unquestionable confidence.
The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and sparks flew out.
Then, a tongue of flame leaped into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out — everyone in the auditorium held their breath.
Allen could clearly hear Michael's gasp next to him, and he could not help but laugh.
Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away. Only then could he see the words clearly in the light of the flame. The flame returned to its blue-white color.
"Champion of Durmstrang," he said, in a clear and forceful tone, "is Wickdall? "Is it Wikil Krum?"
Polite applause came from the auditorium.
This was not surprising at all. Allen looked at Kakarov, who was clapping hard and smiling. "Good job, Wikil, I knew it was you!"
Wikil? Krum stood up from Slytherin's table and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore.
Under the guidance of a Gryffindor, he turned right, walked along the teacher's table, and entered the next room through the door.
The auditorium quickly became quiet again. Everyone wanted to know who the next Warriors would be. All eyes were on the Goblet of Fire.
A few seconds later, the flame turned red again. A second piece of parchment jumped out of the goblet with the help of the flame.
"The Warriors of Boothbottom," Dumbledore said. "Is it Hibiscus Chinensis? Dracul! "
Hibiscus Chinensis stood up gracefully and swung her silvery hair. She gave Allen a big hug and walked past Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's table.
"Maybe she's not that strong," Michael whispered to Allen.
"How did you know?" Allen asked in surprise.
"Look over there. If she's really that strong, the two girls wouldn't be so sad." Michael pointed his chin to the right of Ravenclaw's table.
The word "sad" was used too lightly. The two girls who had not been chosen burst into tears, and buried their heads in their arms, wept bitterly.
Allen felt that Michael's words made sense, but he couldn't say that about girls, because even if they were convinced by Hibiscus Chinensis, they might still cry.
What's more, Hibiscus Chinensis was so beautiful that people were jealous of her!
Hibiscus Chinensis? After Dracul entered the room next door, the auditorium quieted down again. This time, the silence was filled with a strong sense of excitement. Next, it was the turn of the Hogwarts Warriors …
Although everyone knew that Allen was very strong, everyone hoped that the Warriors would come from their own academy.
Cedric? Diggory had a warm smile on his face. This upright and cheerful young man looked extremely calm, but you had to ignore the fact that he was holding his knife and fork upside down and the veins on his hands were bulging.
Gryffindor's Angelina leaned on the long table with both hands, her eyes fixed on the Goblet of Fire, and her mouth was muttering something.
Malfoy, who was at Slytherin's table, raised his chin high and looked at the Goblet of Fire with great concentration.
"The Hogwarts Warriors," he said loudly. "Is it Allen? Harris! "
"Oh no!" Ron said loudly, but no one heard him except for Harry. The cheers from the table next to them were deafening.
Every student from Ravenclaw was jumping up and down, screaming and stamping their feet.
Hermione stood up excitedly, with a bright smile on her face, and clapped desperately.
Slytherin and the students from the training class all stood up. Like a wave, all the students in the auditorium stood up, and applause and cheers resounded through the auditorium.
At this time, Allen walked past them with a bright smile on his face and walked towards the room behind the teacher's table.
Indeed, the cheers for Allen lasted for a long time. After a long time, Dumbledore asked everyone to quiet down and listen to him.
"Great!" When the noise finally subsided, Dumbledore said happily in a loud voice, "Okay, now our three Warriors have been chosen. I know that I can completely trust all of you, including Boothbottom and Demstrand's other classmates, that you will do your best to support your Warriors. By cheering for the Warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event — "
But Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and everyone could see what had attracted his attention.
The flame in the goblet turned red again. Sparks crackled and sputtered. A long tongue of flame suddenly leaped into the air and held out a piece of parchment.
Dumbledore subconsciously reached out his slender hand and grabbed the parchment. He held it far away and stared at the name written on it. There was a long silence. Dumbledore stared at the piece of paper in his hand, and everyone in the auditorium stared at Dumbledore. Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud —
"Harry? Potter? "
"Why is there a fourth name? Aren't there only three schools? "Michael scratched his head, looking very confused. But Allen was not around, and naturally, there was no one to explain to him.
He was not the only one who was confused. There was no applause in the auditorium, and a buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were buzzing.
Harry walked stiffly into the room, and when he entered, the faces in the portraits all turned to look at him. He saw a wrinkled sorceress whiz out of her frame and into the frame next to it of a sorcerer with a walrus's beard. The wrinkled witch began to whisper in his ear.
Allen? Harris? Wickdall? Krum and Hibiscus Chinensis? The Dracul all gathered around the fire. Against the backdrop of the flames, the three figures made a particularly strong impression.
Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bent over and deep in thought, slightly distancing himself from the other two. Allen stood there with his hands behind his back, staring at the fire. When Harry walked in, Hibiscus Chinensis? The Dracul turned her head and flicked her long silver hair like a waterfall.
"What's the matter?" She was Hibiscus Chinensis. "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"
Hibiscus Chinensis thought that Harry had come in to pass on a message.
Allen turned his head and saw Harry, revealing a gentle smile.
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