Vol 2 Chapter 542: Moody and Karkaroff
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HP Magic Biography
- Luohe Luohe
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- 2021-03-03 06:59:20
Maybe Dumbledore noticed that they suddenly fell silent, and then smiled and said, "Now, Mr. Filch, please bring the jewelry box."
No one noticed how long Filch had been in the corner of the hall. Unlike the past, Filch did not hold his red-eyed cat, while trying to keep his back straight...
It seems that this is very painful.
Filch is a dumb cannon, without the aid of magic, it is very difficult for a person to change a fixed body.
Filch tried hard to be solemn. He walked towards Dumbledore with an old big box studded with jewels. The students talked excitedly.
In fact, in order to see the jewelry box, Dennis and Colin's younger brother had already stood on the chair, but unfortunately he was so small that he was blocked by others.
Fan Lin's eyes seemed to want to penetrate the jewelry box.
If placed in the Muggle world, such an old jewelry box is invaluable, let alone the contents.
Goblet of Fire, the selection tool of the Three Witch Fighting Contest, in fact, this is the most important part.
"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagmont have already checked the mission statement that the champions will face this year." As Dumbledore spoke, Filch had carefully placed the box on the table in front of him. "They The necessary preparations have been made for each challenge. The three tasks will run through the school year. They will use different methods to test the players, test their magical abilities, guts, reasoning ability, and of course the ability to deal with danger."
As soon as the voice fell, the whole hall was silent, as if no one was breathing.
"You know, there will be three contestants participating." Dumbledore said calmly, "one for each participating school. We will give each contestant a score for the performance of each competition task. After the three competition tasks are completed, The player with the highest total score wins. The contestants will be selected by a fair and unselfish selector-the burning goblet of fire."
Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped it three times on the jewelry box. The appearance of the box seemed to melt. Fanlin had seen this scene before. This was an alchemy method that Nicholas Lema liked to use.
All the outer linings are stacked on the table, and a dark gray wooden goblet is revealed. If it weren't for the blue and white flames jumping on the edge of the wooden cup, it was really inconspicuous.
Dumbledore carefully placed the burning goblet on the table so that everyone could see clearly.
"Applicants must neatly write down the name and school on the parchment paper, and then throw the parchment paper into the cup," Dumbledore said: "If you have aspirations, please put your name in the cup within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, also Just before Halloween, the goblet will give the name of the player that it chooses to be the most qualified to represent their school. The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight. Anyone who wants to sign up can enter, in order to prevent minors from being unstoppable. Temptation to sign up..."
Dumbledore paused slightly, and then said: "After the goblet is placed in the population hall, I will draw an age line around it, and people under the age of 17 cannot cross this line. Finally, I want to remind you. Ladies and gentlemen, this competition is not for casual participation. Once selected by the burning goblet, he or she must finish the competition. Because putting the name in the cup will naturally become a binding magic. The contract. Once you are a player, you can’t change your mind. Therefore, before throwing your name into the cup, you must consider whether you are really ready to fight with all your heart. Okay, I think everyone should rest. Good night ."
"An age line!" Fred Weasley said, eyes gleaming, and they walked through the hall to the entrance hall.
"Well, then it will be fooled by the age agent, will it? Once your name is in the cup, you will laugh-it doesn't know if you are 17 years old."
"But I don't think anyone under the age of 17 will have any chance." Harry said, "We haven't learned enough..."
"You said it yourself," George asked Harry immediately, "you'll find a way to get in, right?"
Harry thought that Dumbledore had said that people under the age of seventeen were not allowed to sign up, but after a while he was full of the wonder of his own win in the Three Witches Cup.
He couldn't imagine how annoyed Dumbledore would be if he found out that anyone under the age of 17 figured out a way to cross the age line...
"Where is he?" Ron asked. He didn't listen to them at all, looking for Krum in the crowd to see how he was going.
"Dumbledore didn't say where the Durmstrand people sleep?"
The question was answered almost immediately, and they were now at the same level as the Slytherin table. Karkaroff was still urging his students just now.
"Go back to the boat." said Karkaroff. "How about you Victor? Are you full? Would you like me to ask someone to go to the kitchen to get some wine with sugar and spices?"
Harry saw Krum shook his head, wearing a leather jacket.
"Professor, I want some wine." The other Durmstrang boy was hopeful.
"I'm not talking to you." Karkaroff said sharply, his kind paternal attitude disappeared immediately, "I found that you made food all over your clothes again, disgusting child..."
Karkaroff turned and led his students towards the door.
It just so happened that the four of them were there too.
Harry let him go first.
"Thank you." Karkaroff gave him a casual glance.
Kakrov was stunned. He stared back at Harry, unable to believe his eyes.
Behind him, Durmstrang's students also stopped.
Karkaroff's eyes slowly surveyed Harry's face from bottom to top, and finally stopped on the scar.
Durmstrang’s students also stared at Harry curiously, and of course Fanlin, two well-known figures.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw a suddenly realized expression on some of them.
The boy with food on the front of his robe gently touched the girl next to him, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com openly pointed at the four people in front of him
"Yes, it's Harry Potter." A roar came from behind.
Karkaroff turned around, and Mad-Eye Moody stood there, leaning on his student, his magic eyes staring at the headmaster of Durmstrang without blinking.
Kakrov’s face changed color, showing a terrifying look mixed with anger and fear.
"You!" He glared at Moody, as if he didn't believe his eyes.
"What's wrong with me," Moody said gloomily. "If you have nothing to say to Harry, Karkaroff, you should give up your position. You blocked the door."
Karkarov said nothing, and led his students away mightily. Moody took him out of sight, and the magic eye stared at his back again, with an expression of extreme disgust on his broken face.
Indeed, half of the students in the hall were waiting behind him, each of them craned their necks to see what caused the blockage.