"What do you mean? What will we know?!"
"Look out of the window!" Harry suddenly said.
They hurriedly turned their heads. Outside the cottage, Hagrid had already straightened his back and turned around.
If his face was red just now, it was nothing compared to his face at this moment.
Everyone carefully stood up, not letting Hagrid see them, and secretly looked out of the window.
They saw Mrs. Maxim and Booth's students had just come out of the carriage, and it seemed that they were going to attend the banquet.
They couldn't hear what Hagrid was saying, but when he was talking to Mrs. Maxim, his expression was intoxicated, and his eyes were misty.
"He wants to go to the castle with her!" Hermione said angrily, "I thought he was waiting for us!"
Hagrid didn't even look back at his cottage, and with heavy steps, walked across the field with Mrs. Maxim.
Booth's students followed behind, and had to trot to keep up with their long strides.
"He's in love with her!" Ron said in disbelief, "Ah, if they have children in the future, they will definitely create a world record. I dare say that each of their children will weigh a ton."
After a few minutes, the five of them went out of the cottage and closed the door.
Not expecting it to be so dark outside, everyone wrapped their cloaks tighter around themselves, and walked up the slope of the lawn.
The topic was still on Hagrid, and no one dared to believe it.
"I have to admit that those French girls are great, and it's not strange that Hagrid is infatuated with them."
"That's right, especially the two sisters with the bloodline of Seductress. They are called Hibiscus Chinensis and Gabri, right?!"
"Humph, is this what you guys think?!" Hermione said discontentedly, but her eyes were fixed on Elwyn who didn't speak.
Elwyn shook his head subconsciously, he found that since last night, Hermione had been unusually sensitive.
Did she find out something?!
Or, did she misunderstand something?!
This was really bad, these girls were really a headache!
When they reached the lake, Durmstrong's delegation had just disembarked from the boat.
Krum and Kakarov walked side by side in front, and the rest of the Durmström students followed in a scattered procession.
Ron looked at Krum excitedly, but Krum didn't even look at them.
When they entered the candlelit auditorium, it was almost full.
The Goblet of Fire had been moved and was now standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff's desk.
Fred and George seemed to have accepted their failure. Their chins were smooth again.
"I wish it was Angelina," said Fred as Elwyn, Harry, Ron, Corin and Hermione sat down.
"Me too!" Hermione said, holding her breath. "Ah, we'll find out soon!"
The Halloween dinner seemed to be much longer than usual. Perhaps because it had been two days in a row, people didn't seem to like the elaborate and sumptuous dishes as much as usual.
The people in the auditorium kept craning their necks to look into the distance, and every face showed an anxious expression.
Everyone was restless, standing up from time to time to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.
Everyone wanted to finish the food on their plates as soon as possible so that they could find out who had been chosen as the warrior.
Finally, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state, and the voices in the auditorium suddenly rose a lot.
Then, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again.
Kakarov and Mrs. Maxim, who were on either side of Dumbledore, looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else.
Ludo Bagman was all smiles as he winked at the students from various schools. Mr. Crouch, on the other hand, had a disinterested look on his face. One could even say that he was a little annoyed.
Elwyn saw that his eyes lingered on Moody for a moment, then fell on Snape, then on Kakarov and Dumbledore. There seemed to be some kind of hatred in his eyes that could not be concealed.
After confirming with the Marauder Map, it was most likely that Crouch was Barty Crouch Jr.
Of course, he could also disguise himself as someone else and sneak in. It was hard to say.
It was impossible for Elwyn to keep an eye on the Marauder Map all the time. The Marauder Map was not omnipotent.
For example, Keresis had cast a spell on his name, or like Durmstrong's ship, which was protected by magic, the Marauder Map would be in effect and could not mark their names.
In fact, it did not matter who Barty Crouch Jr. was pretending to be. Elwyn was ready.
He had already talked to Keresis about it and confirmed that he would get the necessary help.
If the other party still followed the original plot, then he would sneak into the maze at the last moment.
If there were any changes, then he could adapt according to the situation.
If necessary, Dumbledore would definitely take action. He would not let things go too far.
"Attention, everyone. The Goblet of Fire is about to be decided!" Dumbledore said, waving his hand. "I think it will take another minute. Listen, after the names of the warriors are announced, I want them to go to the top of the auditorium, walk along the teacher's desk, and enter the room next door. They will receive preliminary guidance there!"
He pointed to the door behind the teacher's desk, and everyone looked over at the same time.
Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it.
Immediately, all the candles went out except for the ones in the jack-o '-lanterns.
The auditorium fell into a state of half-light and half-darkness. The Goblet of Fire was now emitting a blinding light, brighter than anything else in the auditorium. The blue and white flames that were bursting with sparks were blinding.
Everyone watched and waited. Many of them kept looking at their watches.
Without any warning, the flames in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red, and sparks crackled.
Then, a tongue of flame leaped into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from within.
Everyone in the auditorium held their breath as they looked at the piece of paper.
Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away so that he could see the words clearly in the light of the flames.
At that moment, the flames returned to blue and white.
"Durmstrong's warrior!" he said in a clear and forceful voice. "It's Wickidor Krum."
In an instant, applause and cheers swept through the auditorium.
"Not at all!" shouted Ron.
Wickidor Krum stood up from Slytherin's table and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore.
He turned to the right, walked along the staff's desk, and entered the adjoining room through the door.
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