Chapter 306 304 Warriors Fangs Blood

Chapter 306 304. Warrior Fangs Blood

There are only three minutes left until eight o'clock.

At this time, the students of Hogwarts can no longer sit still. Everyone surrounds Dumbledore, with tension and anxiety written all over their faces.

"Professor, the registration time is about to end. Where is Jon?"

George looked at Dumbledore eagerly and asked.

Dumbledore's face was still so calm, as if he was not worried or nervous about such a situation.

He said softly.

"Don't worry, he will definitely come back today."

"But now the registration is about to end!" Fred said loudly, "Even if Jon comes back, he didn't throw his name into the Goblet of Fire, which means that the warriors of Hogwarts will not choose him!"

"Even if there is no Jon, aren't you all ready?" Dumbledore looked at them, "If you must rely on Jon, then what's the point of throwing your name into that cup?"

His words made the students of Hogwarts speechless.

At this time, a round of applause rang out in the center of the entire banquet hall.

Fudge, the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, stood beside the Goblet of Fire, and next to him was the Vice Chairman of the Wizarding World, Iniesta.

The sound of Fudge's clapping suppressed all the surrounding discussions, and every wizard present focused his eyes on the two people standing beside the Goblet of Fire.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come. After a day of waiting, the list of warriors from the four schools will be selected in one minute. Now it is time for us to witness this moment."

The students of every magic school were whispering excitedly, but most of the students of Hogwarts led by Dumbledore were pale.

They were not resisting to participate in this game on behalf of the school, but everyone knew that the strongest and most intelligent person among them was Jon. If there was any student who could represent Hogwarts now, it would only be Jon.

But now that the list was about to be selected, Jon still had no intention of coming to this banquet hall, which made his students, who were originally sure that the warrior representing Hogwarts this time, a little unacceptable.

Their ugly faces were also noticed by the students of another Hogwarts Castle who were always paying attention to this place. Those pure-blood students who were wearing gorgeous and sophisticated robes and always had a haughty look on their faces all pointed at their opponents with a sneer on their faces, and occasionally there were a few laughs, as if they were watching a monkey performance in a circus.

Voldemort sat in the main seat, and there was no special expression on his face. He just looked at Dumbledore with a smile after Fudge's voice fell.

"Do you have any questions? Professor Dumbledore."

His voice was more like a caring greeting, attracting the attention of everyone present. If it weren't for the last meaningful ending of the address, it would be estimated that someone would really think that this sentence was asked by this man sincerely.

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"Of course not, today's selection went very smoothly, and I think it will end satisfactorily in the future."

Voldemort nodded lightly.

"That's good. I thought you were waiting for some students to sign up. I can make an exception and wait another ten or twenty minutes."

"It's getting late. Everyone wants to see the final results and go back to rest, right?" Dumbledore said calmly, "Then let's end today's selection quickly."

The conversation between them was a bit confusing. Except for the students in the Hogwarts carriage and a few insiders on Voldemort's side, no one understood what the so-called waiting for a student to come meant.

But no matter how many people were puzzled by this, after the flame in the wooden goblet suddenly turned red, everyone's eyes were focused on it.

The list of warriors selected by each school is coming out!

Crackling sparks splashed out, and then a tongue of fire jumped into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from it.

Fudge caught the parchment, and at this time, the flame in the goblet of fire turned back to blue and white.

He adjusted his glasses, looked at the name on the parchment, and then announced loudly with a voice amplified by the Amplification Charm.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons - Emile Lestrange!"

Applause broke out in the banquet hall. After hearing this surname, the wizards surrounding Voldemort smiled knowingly.

The Lestrange family is a French pure-blood wizard family that has fully turned to Voldemort.

The most famous figures among them are naturally the brothers Rabastan and Rodolphus. Yes, they are essentially French wizards rather than British, but Rodolphus' wife Bella is a member of the British pure-blood wizard family Black.

Not all pure-blood families are as sparsely populated as the Malfoy family. The Lestrange family has many family members. There is even a family tree on their genealogy, which records the names of each member.

A seventh-year student from Beauxbatons named Emil stood up from his seat. Countless flashbulbs shone at him. Tomorrow, the photo of this warrior who would represent Beauxbatons and therefore Voldemort's side would appear in all the major magic daily newspapers in Europe.

Then, the flame in the Goblet of Fire turned red again, and another piece of burnt parchment flew out and fell into Iniesta's hands.

"Durmstrang's Champion - Diane Rosier!"

There was also a round of warm applause. The tall female prefect who had first met Jon and the others in Durmstrang Castle stood up from her seat, allowing everyone to see the Durmstrang Champion.

The other students around her showed her envy, especially Krum, the boy who had joined the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team. He was stunned when he heard Diane's name, and then he clapped reluctantly.

At this time, the champions of the two magic schools had been selected, but at this time everyone in the banquet hall held their breath and quieted down.

They all knew that the next question about the two different Hogwarts champions was the real highlight.

The red flames rose again, and the parchment flew out again and fell into Fudge's hands.

Fudge saw the name on it, and he first showed an expression of surprise on his face, and then smiled and read out the name on the parchment.

"Draco Malfoy, the warrior of Hogwarts Castle in the UK!"

A louder and louder applause than the previous two times sounded after the name was announced.

Among the students in Hogwarts Castle, a boy with light golden hair showed a blank expression on his face, but when countless flashes illuminated his face and everyone's eyes were looking at him, he seemed to be wrapped in an indescribable surprise.

Draco's face flushed with excitement, and he stood up from his seat with a proud face to show his lofty status of representing this noble and ancient school in the competition.

For the Hogwarts warrior under his control, Voldemort still had a faint smile on his face.

Beside him, a middle-aged man with long light golden hair had a pale face.

The pure bloods around him kept congratulating him, but Lucius could only show a reluctant smile on his face.

He hesitated, but finally couldn't help but walked to Voldemort's side, his eyes full of uneasiness, and he said nervously.

"Master, I'm not worried about Draco's safety. It's his honor to be selected. But, isn't he a little too young? I'm afraid he will delay the master's plan."

"Once you are selected by the cup, you must participate, Lucius." Voldemort's voice was flat, so he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. "Do I need to repeat this rule to you a second time?"

Lucius trembled, and he swallowed all the words he wanted to explain, lowered his head and retreated, and returned to his position.

And Neville and the others looked at Draco after he stood up, showing them such a proud and provocative look, and everyone's face, which was not good-looking, became even uglier.

"He was just selected, why is he so proud?" Ron said with a sneer.

For some reason, when he saw Draco's face for the first time, he felt disgusted, as if this boy was born to be incompatible with him.

No one responded to his words. All the other students stared at the Goblet of Fire that turned red for the last time.

Now only the warrior of the last school has not been selected.

Every Hogwarts student who threw his name into the cup was ready. If anyone was selected, they would not retreat and would do their best to win the game.

The flames rose, and the parchment fell into Iniesta's hands.

Among all the people present, he was the first to know the name of this warrior.

His expression was very serious, and there was a kind of solemnity in his seriousness. Iniesta did not read out the name at the first time, but looked up at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at him calmly.

"The warrior of the British Hogwarts carriage-Jon Green!"

His voice spread to every corner of the hall, and only a few applause sounded around. Most people just looked at Dumbledore with indifference, wanting to see who the student named Jon Green who finally stood up was.

However, Neville and the others were silent, and everyone had an incredible expression on their faces, but soon when they reacted, there was a violent cheer that seemed to overturn the ceiling of the banquet hall!

George and Fred looked at Dumbledore and McGonagall with a look of "Professor, you have already arranged it", and other students also asked each other excitedly at this time, who secretly threw Jon's name in?

They were sure that even if the professors arranged it, they could only let a student throw Jon's name in instead, because no adult wizards approached the Goblet of Fire all day.

After hearing Jon's name, McGonagall instantly clenched the note in her robe pocket, and then looked at Dumbledore with a look of surprise.

Dumbledore did not show such a happy expression like others, but frowned slightly, and shook his head when McGonagall looked at him.

"I didn't make such an arrangement."

McGonagall always believed that Dumbledore would never lie to her.

Since he said that, it means that no one on their side threw Jon's name into the Goblet of Fire.

Why was Jon chosen?

Just as McGonagall raised this question, Dumbledore looked at Voldemort who was sitting in the main seat.

Voldemort still smiled like that, as if he had heard the name Jon Green for the first time.

After the cheers from the Hogwarts students gradually died down, Fudge's face was full of dissatisfaction with the delay. He looked around behind Dumbledore and said loudly.

"Who is Jon Green? Why don't you stand up?"

When he asked this question, the students of Hogwarts were silent.

They only thought of a key question now.

Although Jon was chosen, what if he was not there?

Under the gaze of wizards from all over Europe, the chosen warriors were not here at all. How should they explain it?

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the front, stood up, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

At this time, no matter who it was, they found the problem.

"Jon is not here for the time being, and he did not participate in today's registration. Why did his name appear in the Goblet of Fire?"

Dumbledore asked, his eyes looking at Voldemort.

The smile on Voldemort's face faded, and he spoke calmly.

"It's really strange, a student who is not here at all was selected, and as his headmaster, you actually asked me this question, let everyone hear whether you are old and your brain is starting to become dull?"

The pure-bloods following him laughed harshly.

Hearing that Dumbledore was insulted, all the students of Hogwarts stood up together in anger. At the same time, after seeing their actions, all the pure-blood students in Hogwarts Castle stood up!

For a while, the atmosphere in the banquet hall began to become tense.

But Voldemort still acted so nonchalant.

"The selection is completely over, and the established list cannot be changed. I will not discuss how you violated the rules and registered for a student who is not here. What I want to know is, since this student has been selected, where is he? If he never shows up, will we all have to wait for him here for the rest of our lives?"

He stared into Dumbledore's eyes, and his tone suddenly became cold and grim.

"Don't forget, I've already given you a week!"

Fudge, standing in the middle of the banquet hall, showed a malicious smile on his face.

"Since the selected person didn't come at all, you should exclude him directly. Anyway, there is already a student from Durmstrang representing you."

His suggestion seemed to be accepted by "everyone". There was a discussion in the banquet hall, but Iniesta had a dark face.

"Four schools, four warriors, this is also the established rule! If you change it as you say, then what is the point of holding this game?"

"You have to understand one thing, Mr. Iniesta." Fudge said innocently. "It's not that we want to change the rules, but you let a student who can't come at all participate in this selection, and he was selected. Now there are no four schools and four warriors, only three warriors can stand out."

Voldemort supported his face with one hand, crossed his legs and looked at Dumbledore.

"I don't want to embarrass you, Dumbledore. In this situation, if you make a suggestion that everyone thinks is reasonable, maybe I can accept it?"

Dumbledore's face, which was originally calm and suppressed with anger, suddenly showed a smile.

He said softly.

"No need for me to make suggestions, the warriors of Hogwarts are here."

Just as his voice fell, a burst of orange-red light lit up in the center of the banquet hall!

Three overlapping figures emerged!

Jon, covered in blood, had no time and energy to care about where he was now and who was around him. He had already put all his strength on the fang!

The fangs of the basilisk pierced Rodolphus' throat, pierced his spine, and finally, suddenly pierced into Bella's chest who was still screaming!

In the magnificent hall, under the gaze of wizards from all over Europe, the scarlet blood bloomed like a strange petal.