Chapter 197: 4th Warrior

At this time, Dumbledore's eyes inadvertently glanced slightly towards the Slytherin table, and exchanged glances with Malfoy.
Then Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it a lot.
In an instant, except for the candles hanging in the pumpkin lanterns above the students' heads, all the other candles were extinguished, and the hall suddenly fell into a semi-dark state. The goblet of fire is now dazzlingly brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue and white flames blazing Mars are simply dazzling. Everyone was watching, waiting... a few people kept looking at their watches...
The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and the crackling Mars burst out. Then, a tongue of fire burst into the air, and a piece of charred parchment flew out of it—all the people in the auditorium held their breath.
Dumbledore took the piece of parchment and lifted it far, so that he could see the words in the light of the flame. The flame returned to blue and white again.
"Drmstrong's warrior," he said in a clear and powerful tone, "It's Victor Krum."
Thunderous applause suddenly came to mind in the auditorium. No matter what school the students applauded for the warrior, it was just that he himself seemed to be a little dispirited. Maybe it was because the cold was not completely good. Stood up and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore, then turned right, walked along the staff table, and entered the next room from the door.
"Great, Viktor!" Kakarov roared loudly, and despite the applause in the auditorium, everyone could hear his voice, "I know you are destined to be a warrior!"
Now Kakarov looks happy, he had been worried about Krum's physical condition before, and now the goblet of flames sprayed out the name, the dust settled, but he was relieved a lot.
The applause and conversation gradually subsided. Now everyone's attention was focused on the goblet again. After a few seconds, the flames turned red again. The second piece of parchment was pushed out of the cup by the flame.
"The Warriors of Booth Barton," said Dumbledore, "It's Fleur Delacour!"
Furong stood up calmly at this time, and the expressions of her and Mrs. Maxim seemed relatively indifferent, which was also what they expected.
It was just that the other Booth Barton students were not very comfortable, and even a few female students were excited, burst into tears, buried their heads in their arms, and sobbed sadly.
"I know you will come into that room soon." Furong paused when passing Slytherin's long table, as if deliberately, flicking her bright show, smiling. Malfoy said.
"Thank you." Malfoy simply responded.
Then Furong walked straight into the next room.
After that, the atmosphere in the auditorium rose even higher, because after the second warrior was elected, it meant that the Warriors at home Hogwarts were about to be born.
On Hufflepuff’s long table, many students looked at Cedric expectantly. He himself took a deep breath. The handsome face appeared calm, only a few sweat beads on his forehead, and Clenched fists still exposed his current emotions.
He was nervous.
The situation in Slytherin was similar, and the students looked forward and nervously to the leader of the academy who helped them gain many glory, but the people concerned were slightly different.
Malfoy seemed calm, not knowing whether he had absolute confidence in himself, or whether he cared about the outcome at all.
"The Warriors of Hogwarts," Dumbledore said aloud, "It's Draco Malfoy!"
"My goodness!" Ron covered his face in pain, not wanting to accept this reality.
Hermione looked at Slytherin's long table with a complex expression, and she didn't know what to say to comfort Harry now.
I seem to be a little happy in my heart?
"I'm going to talk to Professor Dumbledore about the treatment of house elves!" Hermione shook her head, throwing a somewhat "happy" mood out of her mind, and began to think about how to save Those house-elves who have lost their freedom.
Slytherin's long table immediately burst into a burst of cheers, screaming and stomping acted like an infection that infected all the students at a table.
Some students even made a lot of provocative gestures towards the tables of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. In these days, several colleges are full of gunpowder. As long as there are competitive players among the registered players, Students in several colleges will quarrel, but now is the time for Slytherin College to enjoy the fruits of victory.
This blatant and provocative behavior did not converge until Dumbledore gave a few coughs.
"Congratulations, Malfoy." Cedric said kindly when passing by Hufflepuff's long table. At this time, his hands clenched into a fist had been released, he adjusted his emotions and accepted it calmly. In light of this result, it looks very personable.
"I just had better luck." Malfoy said modestly, and his heart was a bit complicated: "Who can think of the warrior seat that everyone is rushing to, what will happen in the future after getting it?"
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Only this "exchange", and only Malfoy knew it, said it, and it would only be regarded as the madness and madness similar to Professor Trelawney's convention, and may also be understood as "sneering" by the people in front of him. .
"You have to thank me very well. If I had been a warrior, it would be your death if I replaced you." Once such words were spoken, no matter how good the person was, it would be impossible to be angry.
"Great!" When the noise finally subsided, Dumbledore exclaimed happily, "Okay, now our three warriors have been selected. I know I can trust you all, including Booth Button and The other classmates of Destrom, you will definitely support your warriors with all your strength. By cheering for the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event—"
But Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and everyone saw what attracted his attention.
The flame in the goblet turned red again. Mars splashed out cracklingly. A long tongue of fire suddenly jumped into the air, and another parchment was held on it.
Dumbledore seemed to unconsciously stretch out a slender hand and grab the parchment. He lifted it far, staring at the name written on it. After a long silence, Dumbledore stared at the note in his hand, and everyone in the auditorium stared at Dumbledore. Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud—
"Harry Potter."
At the staff seat, the mad-eyed Han Modi, who was dozing, was suddenly opened his eyes, and a slight smile was not visible in the corner of his mouth. Then he quickly closed his eyes and seemed to sleep again. In the past.
No one will believe that Mr. Moody, who is always decent, will show such a "treacherous" expression.
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