Fire Cup Ceremony

Soon, all the students were seated.

The faculty members entered and filed to the High Table. Last in line were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime.

The students of Beauxbatons stood up as soon as they saw their headmaster appear. Several Hogwarts students couldn't help but laugh. But the Beauxbatons students didn't seem embarrassed at all, and they didn't sit down again until Madame Maxime sat down to Dumbledore's left.

Dumbledore remained standing, and the conversation in the Great Hall gradually subsided until it finally fell silent.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, Ghost, and—especially—distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign students. "It is with great pleasure that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

A girl from Beauxbatons, still tightly wrapped her scarf around her head, let out a cold laugh that was undoubtedly sarcastic.

Skylar glanced at the girl who had let out a cold laugh and frowned.

Eleanor, who had been staring intently at Skylar, was also drawn to Skylar gaze and turned to look in the direction Skylar was looking.

She turned her head, smiled, and whispered, "Mr. Malfoy, you wouldn't happen to be interested in her, would you? She seems quite special!"

Skylar could see that the girl possessed magical fluctuations that were not human—the fluctuations were very frequent and gave people a feeling of sensitivity, impatience, and variability.

This is probably Phoebe Delacour, the most beautiful woman in the original story. Only Veela blood can explain this special magical fluctuation.

However, what actually made Skylar frown was another female student sitting next to Phoebe.

When Skylar's gaze swept over her, he almost thought he saw a sword!

The magic emanating from her was like a sharp sword gleaming with Winky light; it was so sharp that even a casual glance from Skylar could cause a slight stinging sensation in his eyes.

She was more of a warrior than a wizard!

Skylar remembered seeing a similar description in the Silver Spear duel log that his sister Gulana had given him. The document described a duelist who exuded a sharp aura, and all the spells he cast had extremely powerful penetrating power. For example, he once used a very ordinary Severing Curse to pierce through a Shield Charm, as well as a steel shield behind the Shield Charm, and the steel armor on the person holding the steel shield.

The man wielding the steel shield nearly died on the spot; his chest appeared to have been slashed by a sharp blade, exposing his heart.

That's not some kind of Severing Curse! That's clearly sword energy!

The author who documented this duel even gave this unknown duelist's talent a name—"Innate Sword Heart."

Skylar speculated that this was an extremely rare bloodline talent.

He had seen quite a few bloodline talents, but only this one was completely and purely designed for combat.

He's a born warrior!

Skylar couldn't help but laugh, though there wasn't much of a smile in his eyes.

First Mad-Eye Moody, then Draco, now Eleanor, and this Sword Heart Wizard—he didn't believe their appearances were all coincidences.

His eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. Since that was the case, then let him see for himself what these suddenly appearing demons and monsters were really after.

"The Triwizard Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet," said Dumbledore. "I now invite everyone to eat and drink to your heart's content, as if you were in your own home!"

He sat down, and Karkaroff immediately moved closer to him and began to talk.

Skylar had never seen a Hogwarts dinner party before, with such a lavish spread of dishes laid out before them, some of which were definitely of foreign origin.

"What's that?" Goyle asked, pointing to a large plate next to the steak, kidney, and pudding dish, which looked like a seafood medley.

"French-style fish soup," Draco said haughtily. "My servants know how to make it. It's quite delicious, not bad at all."

Poliakov, quite unceremoniously, grabbed a large chicken leg and began to devour it, spilling a lot of broth onto his robe, but he didn't seem to care at all.

"Delicious! Delicious!" he mumbled. "The food at Hogwarts is so much better than ours. Durmstrang never gets to eat this."

Just then, a voice said, "Excuse me, do you still want to eat this dish of mixed fish soup?"

Skylar suddenly raised his head.

This doesn't make sense! Isn't this part of the story about Phoebe and Ron?

Upon seeing the newcomer, Skylar's expression was quite remarkable—she wasn't Phoebe, definitely not.

Although Skylar in this life had never seen a real Veela, he clearly remembered that Phoebe's hair was a beautiful, bright silver.

Like Phoebe, the girl in front of them had removed the scarf wrapped around her head, revealing a striking head of burgundy hair.

It's important to clarify that the English word "redhead" was coined in the 12th century. Here, "redhead" actually describes an orange color, similar to that of an orange. The Weasley family's claim that all the children have redheads actually refers to their orange hair color.

During that period, the word "orange" was used to describe fruit, and it wasn't until the late 15th century that it began to be commonly used to describe a color.

True, naturally red hair does not exist in the scientific community. It was already extinct by 1991, at least, because red hair is a recessive gene, and through gene dilution over generations, it has essentially become extinct.

While hair dyeing exists in the wizarding world, it is not common. Wizards prefer to maintain their natural hair color, as if it were a symbol of some kind of status.

The girl before me had wine-red hair, the same color as the Sorcerer's Stone in Skylar —in the wizarding world, only one family possessed this hair color!

The Moreau Family, one of the twelve France bloodlines.

The Moreau Family was a renowned super-noble family in France, whose status was comparable to that of the House of Malfoy in Great Britain. Coincidentally, the direct line of this family was also very small, with only one son per line for centuries.

Skylar was no stranger to the Pure-blood families of France, but he was still a little stunned when he saw the sharpness emanating from the girl in front of him.

He had never heard of any precedent in the Moreau Family for awakening bloodline power, let alone a rare bloodline talent like Innate Sword Heart.

Daphne and Astoria thought that Skylar was captivated by the other's beauty, and they gave a disgruntled snort.

Eleanor laughed. "Hey, Mr. Malfoy, it's very ungentlemanly to be spacing out like that when a lady is making a request of you!"

Skylar snapped out of his reverie and said somewhat apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I was lost in thought for a moment—we've finished this dish of mixed fish soup, let me take it over for you!"

"Okay, thank you." The girl's voice was deep and slightly magnetic, very pleasant to listen to.

Skylar picked up the plate and carefully followed behind her, delivering it to her seat at the Ravenclaw Table.

After the girl sat down, she gave a sweet smile. "Sir, thank you again for your hospitality. I am Katarina from the Moreau Family. You can just call me Katarin. May I ask your name?"

Skylar lowered his head slightly and said with an air of elegance, "I am Malfoy, Skylar Malfoy."

"Ah, you must be Skylar!" Katarin seemed pleasantly surprised. "You know, you have a lot of fans at Beauxbatons! I never knew you were so young! One of the reasons I came to visit Hogwarts was to meet you!"

In response to the girl's enthusiasm, Skylar replied calmly and respectfully, "Thank you for your appreciation. I was just lucky, and there's still a lot I need to learn. Well, I'll head back now. I hope you enjoy your meal."

When Skylar returned to his seat, Draco smiled and said to Skylar, "Judging from your expression, you're not interested in her, are you?" He paused, then continued, "That girl is indeed extraordinary! I bet she's the current heir of the Moreau Family, quite worthy of our House of Malfoy!"

My goodness, do you think I'm a stud?

Skylar didn't deny it, and said with a smile, "Draco, you're overthinking it. I think the girls at Hogwarts are quite nice." After saying that, he glanced at Daphne and Astoria a few times.

Both girls smiled at him.

Eleanor interjected, laughing, "It seems, Mr. Malfoy, you're quite popular with the girls!" She lowered her voice, her words pointed, "Four long tables, each with so many plates of ottoman, why did she choose the one in front of you?"

Skylar had actually considered this as well, but he chose to remain silent and observe from the sidelines.

As everyone ate and chatted, the plates on the table were all empty before they even realized it.

Dumbledore stood up and introduced the two distinguished guests— Barty Crouch, Department of International Magical Cooperation, and Ludovic Bagman, Department of Magical Games and Sports. Sparse applause filled the Great Hall.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued. "They will join me, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime to form the judging panel and evaluate the Champion's efforts."

Dumbledore had Filch bring the Goblet of Fire to the podium and announced the rules of the Triwizard Tournament: three Champion representing a school, chosen by the Champion of Goblet of Fire itself; three challenging tasks, each with points awarded based on completion; Champion with the highest total score at the end would win the Goblet of Fire!

"Every student who wants to run for Champion must write their name and school on a piece of parchment and drop it into this goblet. There are only twenty-four hours to register. Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the goblet will select the names of the three students it deems most representative of the three schools. Tonight, the goblet is placed in the Entrance Hall, and all students who wish to run can touch it."

"To prevent underage students from succumbing to temptation, after the wine glass is placed in the Entrance Hall, I will draw an Age Line around it. No one under the age of seventeen can cross this Age Line."

"Finally, I want to remind everyone running for the title that this Triwizard Tournament is no joke, so please don't participate rashly. Once Champion is chosen by the Goblet of Fire, they must persevere to the end. Whoever casts their name into the goblet forms a magical contract that must be followed. Once you become Champion, you cannot change your mind. Therefore, please think carefully and make sure you are truly determined to participate before casting your name into the goblet. Alright, I think everyone should go to sleep now. Goodnight."

"The Age Line!" Draco said, his eyes Winky. He turned to Skylar, "Skylar, you'll sign up, right?"

Skylar shrugged and spread his hands. "Who knows? The principal's Age Line is probably not so easy to fool..."

The two brothers exchanged a glance, both revealing a knowing look on their faces.