Chapter 288 Warriors

"Ding~ding~ding"

With the sound of Dumbledore tapping the plate, the auditorium fell silent for a moment.

Everyone in the faculty seats was as nervous as the students in the audience. Except for Crouch, the leader of the Cooperation Department looked a little uninterested and, to put it bluntly, a little bored.

"Okay, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision." Dumbledore stood up and came to the Goblet of Fire. "Listen, after the names of the warriors are announced in a moment, I hope they can go to the top of the auditorium and then walk along the staff seats. Go to that room over there, where we’ll give them some initial instruction later.”

After saying that, Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it widely.

All the candles were extinguished instantly, the Goblet of Fire became the only source of light, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a state of semi-darkness.

Suddenly, the light in the Goblet of Fire began to bloom, and the blue-white flames bursting with sparks even reached the point of dazzling the eyes.

"Right away!"

Franklin whispered, and he even held his breath on purpose, as if he was afraid that he would blow out the flame in the Goblet of Fire if he breathed too much.

The flames in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red, and when the sparks burst out, a tongue of fire suddenly shot up, and then a piece of half-burnt parchment flew out.

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

"Durmstrang's warrior." Dumbledore deliberately pretended, and Karkaroff on the side was so anxious that he broke into sweat, "It's Viktor Krum!"

"Phew! I knew it would be him!"

Karkaroff let out a deep breath, clapped his hands and talked excitedly to Snape beside him.

Snape, on the other hand, moved aside in disgust.

At this time, applause and cheers had swept through the entire auditorium, and Mike saw Krum standing up from the Slytherin table, listlessly following Dumbledore's previous instructions, and walking to the next room.

"They don't seem surprised at all." Franklin applauded and said to Mike, "I don't understand. If they knew from the beginning that the warrior would be Krum, then why are they here, traveling?"

Following Franklin's gaze, Mike saw the Durmstrang students wearing Slytherin hair.

They seemed to have expected this result, and they didn't feel any emotion about losing. After applauding, they continued to eat hard.

"I think you may have guessed it right." Mike said.

At this time, the second piece of parchment also jumped out of the Goblet of Fire, driven by the flames.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons," Dumbledore said, "is Fleur Delacour!"

There was another burst of deafening applause and cheers. Amidst these cheers, the elf-like girl Fleur stood up gracefully, shook her silver hair, and moved lightly from Ravenclaw and Hutch. Patch walked between them.

And where she was sitting, the Beauxbatons girls who had lost the election all had their heads lowered, looking glum, and some of them had even burst into tears.

"Oh! This is the proper reaction!"

Franklin once again expressed his opinion.

But this time, no one had time to respond to him. Now everyone's attention was focused on the flame quilt. Everyone knew that the next one would be the warriors of Hogwarts!

"boom!"

Along with the sound of flames erupting, another piece of parchment erupted from the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore held the parchment in his hands, a smile broke out on his face, and then he quickly tightened his grip and pretended to be serious and said:

"The warrior of Hogwarts is Mike Townley!"

"I knew it! I knew you could do it!"

Penello hugged Mike and spoke loudly, but Mike couldn't hear what she was saying. The cheers around him were deafening.

Every Ravenclaw student was jumping up and down, screaming, and stamping their feet. Even Professor Flitwick, who was sitting on the faculty seat, slammed the table and shouted "Hello", holding the microphone next to him. Professor Ge was shocked.

In contrast, the long table in Hufflepuff was completely silent, and all the students felt disappointed.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

If they had not seen hope, they could still celebrate the winners as usual, but now...

"call!"

Cedric sighed deeply, stretched out his trembling hand to pull away the classmate who was patting his back to comfort him, and stood up.

Applauded.

He slapped it very hard, which sounded particularly loud in the silence of Hufflepuff.

Everyone in Hufflepuff looked at him in surprise, but then, everyone seemed to understand what Cedric meant, and they all stood up and started applauding Mike.

"Hey! Mike!"

Cedric suddenly yelled.

Mike, who was walking towards the next door, heard the noise here.

Turned his head.

"Don't embarrass me! We must win the Triwizard Cup!"

Mike smiled and pointed at Cedric with his thumb!

"Oh, that's so touching! Cedric!"

Professor Pomona Sprout was wiping her tears with a handkerchief. As the head of Hufflepuff, she was a little disappointed that Cedric failed to become a warrior, but seeing Cedric's performance at this moment, she still felt Couldn't help but shed tears.

Dumbledore was also applauding, proud that Hogwarts had two such outstanding students.

"Look what I said, Cedric can't be a warrior!"

Ron said proudly to Hermione.

However, Hermione's eyes were already misty with tears at this moment, and she had no intention of paying any attention to Ron.

"Don't say that, Ron." Harry answered, "As you can see, Harry and Cedric are good friends, and they won't care no matter who becomes a warrior."

After saying that, Harry lowered his head.

He didn't even sign up this time.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that Dumbledore won't let him.

This made him very depressed.

This wasn't to say that he also wanted to be a Hogwarts Warrior, he knew that with Mac and Cedric around, there was no way he would be chosen as a Warrior.

But Dumbledore's behavior still made him very depressed.

Ron reacted immediately when he saw this. It was his words that had affected Harry. Just as he was about to comfort him, the light around him suddenly brightened again.

Ron turned around blankly and saw a piece of parchment spit out from the Goblet of Fire again.

Dumbledore instinctively reached out to catch the parchment and looked at it.

Then, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, he adjusted the reading glasses on his nose and put the parchment farther away so that he could see more clearly.

Then he seemed to finally accept the fact. He opened his mouth slightly and looked at Harry who was far away on the Gryffindor table with some surprise, and said:

"Harry Potter."

…

As soon as these words came out, the entire auditorium was in an uproar.

"Dumbledore! What's going on!"

"That's right. Could you please explain why there are two warriors in Hogwarts!?"

Karkaroff and Maxim's faces were clouded, and they immediately stood up and accused Dumbledore.

"You two, please be patient for a moment. We will discuss this matter later." Dumbledore pursed his lips, turned to Harry and said, "Harry, go to the next door first."

Harry still looked blank, as if he hadn't heard.

On the contrary, Ron next to him was so excited that he immediately hugged Harry and shouted:

"Harry is a warrior! Harry is a warrior too!"

The Gryffindors around him finally reacted and started cheering.

Surrounded by the crowd, Harry was pushed out.

He walked forward in a daze, his cheeks burning.

When he arrived near Dumbledore, he turned around and explained eagerly to Dumbledore:

"Professor Dumbledore, I didn't..."

"Okay, you go in first." Dumbledore interrupted him and pointed to the door not far away, "We will deal with this matter later."

Looking at Dumbledore's somewhat serious expression, Harry felt extremely wronged. He resisted the tears from flowing down, turned around and walked to the next door.

At the same time, in the next room.

"Mike! I knew it would be you!"

Fleur hugged Mike enthusiastically and gave him a kiss.

Mike felt that Fleur's cheeks were hot, and her mood at the moment after being chosen as a warrior must not be as indifferent as she had shown before.

"Thank you." After greeting Fleur with a smile, Mike turned his attention to Krum who lowered his head and said nothing. "Krum, it's nice to see you. Your game at the Quidditch World Cup. very exciting."

Krum raised his head when his name was called, looked at Mike with some surprise, stood up quickly and said in stumbling English:

"Nesitumit Oil!"

"Seriously, I think you are a very talented Quidditch player." Mike continued, "Are you interested in cooperating with my Los Santos Group? You can be our spokesperson."

"Emm, three grams of oil! Three grams of oil!"

Krum had an awkward smile on his face, and when he saw this, Mike also understood. He didn't understand what he just said at all.

"Okay, ignore him." Fleur pulled Mike's arm, "Come on, tell me in detail, what happened after you were taken away by the Ministry of Magic that day?"

Mike cast an apologetic look at Krum before being pulled away by Fleur.

Krum, on the other hand, took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat back in his seat.

Mike and Fleur chatted wordlessly, but their eyes kept glancing towards the door.

His absent-minded look was not noticed by Furong. This does not mean that Furong's emotional intelligence is low, but it is just because Furong is really too nervous at the moment. Now she only talks incessantly. Deflect your own stress.

With a creak, the door was pushed open again, and Harry finally walked in with a dazed look on his face.

"Oh, they asked us to come over, right?"

Fleur smiled, mistaking Harry for a messenger.

However, Harry did not speak, but looked at Mike blankly, as if looking at his only life-saving straw.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he held them back with force.

Harry wanted to explain everything clearly to Mike in one breath, but his throat was so sore that he kept his mouth open for a long time before spitting out two words with a cry.

"Mike..."

"Oh, Harry." Mike quickly broke away from Fleur's hand, came to Harry's side, and secretly handed over a handkerchief, "What's wrong with you?"

Blocked by Mike's tall figure, neither Krum nor Fleur could see Harry.

And Harry's tears finally fell down at this moment.

He took the handkerchief handed over by Mike and wiped it silently. He gestured with his other hand in the air and kept mumbling:

"I didn't... didn't... really..."

At this time, the door was opened again, and Ludo Bagman walked in with steady steps.

Harry seemed to not want them to see him crying, so he wiped his face randomly with a handkerchief.

"Two gentlemen, and this lady. Although it's hard to believe, I still want to introduce it to you." With a smile on his face, Ludo Bagman put his hand on Harry's shoulder and spoke with a smile. He spoke slowly, "This is the fourth warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter."

Ludo emphasized the pronunciation of Harry's name at the end, as if he was introducing some kind of finale character.

Mike looked at Ludo deeply and said nothing.

Furong beside her suddenly became furious. She shook her long hair and said with a sweet smile:

"That's a funny joke, Mr. Bagman."

"A joke?" Bagman repeated, "No, no, no, this is not a joke, the Goblet of Fire chose Harry. Hahaha!"

"This is obviously a mistake. Each school can only have one warrior. Hogwarts already has Mike, how can there be another Harry?"

"The matter has come to this, madam, I advise you to accept the facts." Ludo said meaningfully, "No one can question the decision of the Goblet of Fire."

At this time, the door to the room was pushed open forcefully again, and Dumbledore and a large group of people filed in.

"Professor Maxim!" Fleur suddenly rushed to their principal's side, "They said this little boy also wants to participate in the competition!"

Hearing this, Harry's fists clenched suddenly, and his red eyes glared at Fleur, obviously angered by the little boy's words.

Ms. Maxim, the tallest person in the crowd, her chest heaving violently, suppressed her anger and said to Dumbledore:

"What the hell is going on, Dumbledore!"

"I want to know this too, Dumbledore." Karkaroff said with a sneer, "There are two warriors in Hogwarts? I don't remember anyone telling me that the organizer can have two warriors!"

Dumbledore ignored the two men's questions. He slowly came to Harry and squatted down, looked directly into Harry's eyes and said:

"Harry, I remember I warned you not to put a note in the Goblet of Fire."

"I didn't!" Harry became anxious all of a sudden, tears appeared in his eyes again, "I swear I didn't, really!"

"Lie!" Snape stood out from the crowd, "Don't think you can deceive everyone! You have been violating school rules since the first grade, and you must have used a trick this time!"

"I don't!"

Harry's eyes were filled with blood and he was about to rush towards Snape.

However, he was held tightly by Mike beside him.

"Calm down! Harry!" Mike whispered, and then turned his attention to Maxim and Karkaroff. "The decision of the Goblet of Fire is unquestionable. At this point, you only have two choices, either to compete or Give up and quit!”