The Great Hall fell utterly silent.
Every young wizard clenched their fists and craned their necks, staring at the Goblet of Fire in front of the raised platform with nervous anticipation.
"I know you've all been waiting." Dumbledore walked behind the Goblet of Fire and smiled at the young wizards from all over the world.
"To be honest, I'm just as excited as you are. But I must still say this: if you aren't chosen as your school's champions, it doesn't mean you aren't outstanding.
"It simply means that those chosen by the Goblet of Fire are better suited to the role."
Zhang Xiao heard a young wizard quietly ask someone nearby:
"Does that mean the Goblet of Fire can think?"
Zhang Xiao didn't know whether the Goblet of Fire could think, but it probably made its judgments through some mystical means, such as choosing those favored by fate.
"Now, the goblet is about to make its decision." Dumbledore glanced at the Goblet of Fire. "I estimate it will need another minute.
"Listen: once the champions' names are announced, I would like them to come to the front of the Great Hall, walk along the staff table, and enter the room next door-" He pointed at the door behind the staff table. "-where they will receive their initial instructions and precautions."
Every young wizard immediately turned toward the small room beside the Great Hall, their eyes dreamy, as though they could already see themselves being chosen and entering it amid cheers and applause.
"But before that, I have one more thing to say. In light of the suggestions made by Professor McGonagall and the other schools,
"many of the team names submitted by our young wizards are rather..." Dumbledore paused, apparently searching for a suitable adjective.
"Hmm-rather too imaginative. So,