Chapter 348: The top 3 warriors are born!

The hall lit by candlelight was already full of people.
The Goblet of Fire was moved away from the entrance hall. Harry didn't see it when they arrived. It was now placed in front of the chair in front of the professor's desk.
After everyone was seated, three strange guys appeared in the front door of the auditorium.
They wore Hogwarts school uniforms, but their faces were covered by scarves.
Like a thief, they sneaked to the Gryffindor table and sat down to remove the scarf, but the chin was still surrounded by a white beard.
The three of them are George, Fred and Jordan.
"What's the matter, don't you say you shouldn't call you out these two days?" Someone quipped deliberately.
George said in an intervening way: "If you don't see it in such a big scene, it will be a huge loss. And..."
He looked at the dishes that were starting to appear on the table, picked up a chicken leg, took a bite, and said, "It's really fragrant."
The Halloween dinner tonight seems much longer than usual. Although the hearty dishes prepared today are more refined, everyone still feels that there is not much appetite.
The people in the auditorium continued to look around, with anxious expression on each face. Everyone is restless.
It seems that the Ministry of Magic is very busy today. Only halfway through the dinner, Dumbledore came in a hurry.
Dumbledore also knew how much the students below were expecting. He quickly ate something and stood up.
Waving the wand, the golden plate returned to its original spotless condition, and the sound in the auditorium rose loudly.
They knew it was about to begin.
Professor Kakalov and Mrs. Maxim on both sides of Dumbledore looked equally nervous and full of anticipation.
Ludo Bagman seemed a bit disappointed. He must be thinking that if Minister Dumbledore could not come, he would be the one to preside over the ceremony tonight.
Dumbledore took the wand and waved it again.
Immediately, all the candles except the candles in the pumpkin lantern were extinguished, and the hall suddenly fell into a semi-dark state.
The goblet glowed dazzlingly, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-and-white flames blazing Mars were even dazzling.
Dumbledore said: "The last time has arrived, with one minute left, and the warriors are about to be selected. Please note that the selected warriors, after you are selected, please walk to the front of the auditorium and then walk along the staff table , Entered the room next door, did you see that? You will get some guidance about the game there."
Dumbledore pointed to a hidden door behind the auditorium.
Everyone watched nervously the changes in the goblet.
Time is up!
The flames in the goblet suddenly turned crimson, and Mars crackled. Immediately afterwards, 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, held the reading glasses, lifted the piece of paper far away, and saw the name clearly.
Hermione said: "I never knew that Dumbledore was farsighted."
Dumbledore's voice was heard clearly throughout the auditorium under the effect of the "Sound of Sound": "The Warrior of Destrom, Victor Krum."
Applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium. Viktor Krum stood up from Slytherin's table. He glanced at Gryffindor's position first, hoping to see a picture of Hermione cheering for him, but he was about to fail.
He turned helplessly to the right, walked along the staff table, and entered the next room from the door.
Ron was shouting: "Look, I told you a long time ago that Victor Krum must be selected, he is the best."
Ron did not notice that many people looked at him with a bad look.
They cheered for the game, not for someone.
Dean frowned and said, "Ron, do you hope Demstrong wins the top three?"
"Ah..." Ron smiled.
After selecting a warrior, everyone felt more anxious, and those who had signed up were even more nervous.
The applause and conversation gradually subsided, and now everyone's attention was again focused on the goblet of fire.
Ravenclaw location.
Fleur Delacour was very nervous, his hands on the table were clenched tightly, and they all turned white.
Zhang Qiu put his hand on the back of Furong Dracul's smooth hand and comforted softly: "Don't be nervous."
Furong was inexplicably relaxed.
She exhaled and said, "Thank you, I'm much better."
Zhang Qiu asked, "What if you have no selected students? Would you like to go back to school?"
Zhang Qiu would like to ask Furong to think about it in this regard. Even if she was not selected, it would not be too sad.
Furong said, "I heard..."
Before the words were finished, the flame turned red again, and the second piece of parchment flew out of the cup under the impulse of the flame.
Dumbledore looked around and said aloud: "Warriors of Booth Barton, Fleur Delacour!"
The auditorium started to make noise again.
Furong beautiful eyes widened: "It's me, it's me."
Zhang Qiu smiled: "Congratulations, Dracul."
Furong gave Zhang Qiu a hard hug and said excitedly, "Thank you."
Zhang Qiu said: "Thank me for what I do, well, you should pass."
Hibiscus stood up, leaving only grace, she flicked her silver hair, and I wonder how many witches' hearts were struck. She took a light step from the tables of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Walked past.
Zhang Qiu smiled and frowned slightly: "It seems that Hermione is right. She really has Meiwa's bloodline. Just now I almost wanted to kiss her."
"But it has nothing to do with me." Zhang Qiu wrinkled his cute little nose thought.
When Furong walked to a certain place, she seemed to pause a little, picking up on the corner of her mouth, showing a smug smile, and hummed away.
The area of ​​Gryffindor was boiling.
"See? My wife just smiled at me just now."
"You're crazy, it's obviously my wife."
The students who were not selected by Booth Barton were sad. Two of the girls buried their heads in their arms and cried.
When Furong also entered the next room, the auditorium was quiet again, and the excitement was most intense at this time.
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"I hope it's Angelina Johnson."
"I hope it's Ganeus Vidal."
"Did I hope it was Harry Potter, but he could even defeat the Dark Lord."
At this moment, the goblet of flames turned red again, Mars splashed, the tongue of fire flew high into the air, and Dumbledore pulled out the third piece of burnt charred paper from the tip of the tongue of fire.
Dumbledore shouted: "Hogwarts, Harry Potter!"
The cheers were the warmest at this time. Although Harry usually treated people coldly, they still hoped that a powerful person would represent Hogwarts.
The cheers of Hagrid on the professor's desk were almost deafening, Dumbledore smiled broadly, and Snape gritted his teeth.
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