Champions Chosen

The next day, the noise was even greater than before, as if it were about to overflow from the castle. Every Little Wizard was excitedly discussing the details of the Triwizard Tournament.

Even professors would occasionally incorporate information about the Triwizard Tournament into their lectures.

There's no other way; if we don't do it this way, no Little Wizard will listen to their lectures.

In the Great Hall, one could often see Little Wizard under the age of 17 racking their brains to try and break through the Age Line.

However, without a doubt, all of these people failed.

This was not hard to predict.

After all, Little Wizard would try to cross the Age Line in broad daylight and in front of a large audience are obviously not very bright.

"Come on, you guys are doing something wrong! Is it really okay to be so blatant? Have some professionalism!"

While complaining, Bell honestly couldn't understand the excitement and enthusiasm of the Little Wizard.

In his view, what's so exciting about an activity with virtually zero participation?

However, he also knew that the one who was acting strangely this time was himself.

After all, even Shanna and Hermione were happily discussing the Triwizard Tournament.

It could be said that even Snape was more excited than him. Especially when Snape saw Bell, he was so excited that he seemed to want to devour Bell!

Fortunately, Bell didn't have Potions Class today, otherwise no matter how much Hermione objected, he would definitely have skipped that class.

Just kidding, what if Snape secretly drugged him?

He had no confidence that he could evade the trap set by a Potion Master.

A day is neither long nor short.

Amidst everyone's anticipation, evening soon arrived.

For the first time, the Little Wizard were eagerly anticipating the end of the Halloween Eve feast, and as a result, they ate much faster.

As a result, after dinner, more than 80% of the Little Wizard were clutching their stomachs, slumped in their chairs, groaning and unable to move.

There was nothing they could do; no matter how fast the Little Wizard ate, they couldn't actually shorten the banquet's duration.

The house-elves, who had inherited Lim's House-elf, made such delicious food that everyone couldn't stop eating.

So everyone ate until they were stuffed...

The digestive Potions at the Hospital Wing will definitely sell out tonight.

Finally, amidst a chorus of wailing, Dumbledore stood up.

His eyes twitched as he scanned the students in the Great Hall, lingering particularly long near where Harry, Harry, and his friends were.

Dumbledore was actually quite pleased with the improvement in the cooking skills of the House-elf at Hogwarts.

If the students are eating well, he can also enjoy the good food.

But now, Dumbledore began to wonder if he should go and give the House-elf a heads-up, telling them not to make the food too delicious.

Of course, the meals served at the professors' seats must be prepared to the highest standards.

And his nightly desserts too.

Ahem, business is more important.

Dumbledore and said in a loud voice:

"The Goblet of Fire will soon select the Champion for this Triwizard Tournament. After the Champion ' names are announced, I want them to walk to the top of the Great Hall, then down the faculty desk, and into the room next door."

Dumbledore pointed to a door beside him.

"They will..."

Suddenly, the blue-white flame in the Goblet of Fire abruptly turned into a bright red, accompanied by a loud crackling sound.

The Little Wizard instantly turned their attention to the Goblet of Fire. At this moment, they were oblivious to their own families and had no idea who the headmaster was.

The Little Wizard who didn't plan to participate in the Triwizard Tournament watched the Goblet of Fire with excitement, eager to know who would be chosen as the Champion.

The Little Wizard who wanted to participate in the Triwizard Tournament but failed to meet the Age Line stared at the Goblet of Fire with regret and frustration.

It was so close, so very close!

Meanwhile, the Little Wizard who successfully registered for the Triwizard Tournament are watching the Goblet of Fire with nervous anticipation, hoping to be selected as Champion, win the tournament, and thus enter the Ministry of Magic, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reach the pinnacle of life.

A tongue of fire shot out from the Goblet of Fire, along with a piece of parchment with slightly charred edges.

The Little Wizard immediately craned their necks, straining to see the parchment in the air. At that moment, they didn't even care about their bulging bellies.

Dumbledore waved his hand gently, and the parchment flew into his hand.

"Viktor Krum, the Champion of Durmstrang!"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted as many Little Wizard excitedly chanted Krum's name.

Interestingly, those cheering were mostly Hogwarts students, while Durmstrang students mostly had gloomy eyes.

As the saying goes, "In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second place." Although Krum is an outstanding Seeker with a huge reputation worldwide.

But the Triwizard Tournament is not Quidditch; the others don't believe their magical abilities are inferior to Krum's.

Without actually fighting, who can know the outcome!

So this incident once again proves to everyone that those who egg others on are just there to watch the show...

Ahem, let's get back to the main topic.

Just as the Little Wizard at Hogwarts were cheering and jumping for joy as if it were New Year's Day, the Goblet of Fire spat out another tongue of flame, and yet another piece of parchment flew out.

"Fleur Delacour, the Champion of Beauxbatons!"

The cheers, even louder than before, erupted once more, as if they were about to pierce the dome of the Great Hall.

Those Little Wizard, one by one, were like they'd been injected with chicken blood, breathing heavily, their eyes bloodshot, shouting loudly and making all sorts of bizarre movements, hoping to attract Phoebe's attention.

Therefore, even though it's still the 20th century, it doesn't change the fact that this is a world that judges by appearance. So-called idols are insignificant compared to good looks...

Cough cough cough!

Finally, it was Champion Hogwarts ' turn to take the stage.

Those who are looking forward to it are looking forward to it even more; those who are disappointed are disappointed even more; and those who are nervous are so nervous that their hearts are about to stop beating.

"Cedric Degory, the Champion of Hogwarts!"

After Dumbledore loudly announced the Hogwarts Champion, Bell, who was prepared, immediately covered his ears.

For someone with such exceptionally sensitive hearing as him, those two previous disturbances were sheer torture.

However, contrary to Bell's expectations, the Hogwarts Champion, who should have had the home advantage, received the least cheers.

Aside from the Hufflepuff Little Badgers, who were excited to the point of madness, the other three houses reacted rather indifferently, mostly just clapping and giving a perfunctory response.