Dumbledore led Kakarov and Ms. Maxim toward the direction of the staff seats. When the students of Busbaton saw their principal appear, they quickly stood up with restraint. It could be seen that the school seemed to have a lot of rules.

They did not sit back until Ms. Maxim sat down on Dumbledore's left hand.

Dumbledore stood there, waiting for the noisy auditorium to quiet down.

"Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, ghosts, and - especially - VIPs," Dumbledore said with a smile: "I welcome you to Hogwarts with great joy, and I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

A girl from Busbaton suddenly sneered. It was the girl who had scoffed at Jamini before. She was still wrapped in a headscarf, like some strange believer.

He looked at the girl with hostile eyes. The girl's face stiffened a little, and she reluctantly lowered her eyes.

Of course Dumbledore would not care about the sarcastic laughter of a little girl. He still had a gentle smile on his face and continued: "The competition will officially begin at the end of the banquet. I now invite everyone to eat and drink as much as they are at their own home!"

As usual at the banquet, the plates on the long table were suddenly filled with food. It can be seen that the dinner tonight was much more abundant and more refined than before, and the elves in the kitchen seemed to have put some effort into it.

"Why is there no celery in French fish soup?" It was the girl from Busbaton before. She had taken off her headscarf and exposed her long silver hair like a waterfall, and her blue eyes looked very clear.

It is Fleur Delakure.

Without a princess' fate, she was more likely to suffer from princess disease. This sentence is not an exaggeration to describe her.

Even in terms of appearance, she is not as stunning as beautiful as Jamini. At least in his opinion, she is not as beautiful as Shirley, and at most she has only one level. The reason why she is charming is just because of her bloodline.

"This French dish is not authentic at all." She commented very bluntly.

"Because there are people here who don't like to eat celery." Adria turned around beside Jamini, and looked at her with a gentle look. She was already angry.

It seems that the girls in Hogwarts don't seem to be accustomed to this princess disease patient.

Furong turned around and looked at Adria in surprise: "Don't you like to eat?"

"There is only one, but that's enough," Adria said.

Jamini doesn't like celery and hates it deeply. Hogwarts' elf is all a fan of Jamini's, so it is naturally impossible to make dishes he doesn't like.

Except Rum, no elf dared to put what he didn't like in Jamini's dishes and would be beaten to death by other elfs.

The girl looked at Jamini in surprise. Seeing Jamini's previous style, she probably understood what Adria meant, and then she set her eyes on the table in front of Jamini.

There were piles of oysters like hills, large bowls of caviar, very expensive truffles, a whole roasted lamb leg, and a plate of fried foie gras that would be immediately added to it after being eaten. Jamini also had a glass of red wine on hand.

After a moment of shock, she turned around and looked in front of her.

French fish soup, vegetable salad, grilled apples, cheese, baked snails, red wine chicken...

Although it is also very good, it seems that there is a little difference in grades?

"Why are our dishes different?" She lowered her voice and asked the girl Lavenclaw beside her.

"Of course it's different." Naravenclaw's girl nodded: "Fox's food is all under his elves' responsibility, as if he is calling Rum?"

"There are also special elves to serve him?" Furong's face was incredible.

"That's his own." The girl shrugged.

The auditorium gate opened and two figures walked in. It was Ludo Bagman of the Magical and Sports Department, and Charlotte, the new director of the International Magical Cooperation Department.

Charlotte wore a plain white robe, smiled and waved to Jamini, then walked to the staff seat and sat next to Ms. Maxim, while Ludo Bagman sat on Kakarov's right hand.

The banquet did not last long, as usual, and more than an hour ended. When the golden plates were cleaned up, Dumbledore stood up again.

"This moment is finally here." Dumbledore said with a smile: "The Triple Championship is about to begin. I want to explain a few words first and then bring the box in-"

"I want to explain the activity procedures for our school year, but first, please allow me to introduce two guests because there are still people who don't know them."

"This is Ms. Charlotte Gray, Director of the International Cooperation Division of the Ministry of Magic, and also a member of Wiesengamor—"

There was a sudden warm applause in the auditorium, and the students clapped enthusiastically, because Charlotte's appearance was so beautiful, and the other hand, because Charlotte's identity.

The eldest daughter of the Grey family, Jamini's beauty, is in charge of the wealth of the Grey family and holds a high position, occupying two important positions in the Ministry of Magic.

Beauty coexists with wisdom, and abilities and wrists.

Most importantly, she is also one of the closest people Jamini has.

Stop saying anything, lick her!

On the staff seat, Charlotte stood up and nodded slightly to the surroundings with a gentle smile on his face.

"This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Division of the Ministry of Magic."

The applause to Bagman is much worse than that to Charlotte, although he is also famous.

The former England Quidditch national team batsman was able to survive healthily until now, which proves that this man still has certain abilities.

Bagman laughed and waved his hand happily to express his gratitude.

“Over the past few months, Mr. Balman and Ms. Gray have worked tirelessly to organize the Triple Championships—”

Jamini smiled. It should be Crouch who was working hard, and Charlotte was just sitting and enjoying the fruits. But of course he wouldn't say it, and Dumbledore was also good at speaking.

"They will form a referee team with me, Professor Kakarov and Ms. Maxim, and judge the efforts of the Warriors."

There was a whisper below, and the students didn't care about the referee, they cared about the 'warriors'.

"Mr. Felch, please bring the box up."

Dumbledore's voice sounded again, and Filch walked towards Dumbledore holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewelry. Only then did Jamini notice that he was wearing a shabby and moldy tuxedo on his body.

The students' eyes were focused on the luxurious box, and some shorter students simply stood up and stretched their necks to look at them.

"Ms. Gray and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific events of the Warriors' competition this year."

"They also made many necessary arrangements for each project, with three projects being carried out at different times throughout the school year. They will test the Warriors in different aspects...their talents in magic - courage and reasoning - and of course, their ability to overcome dangers."

As his last words fell, the auditorium was silent.

"You already know that there will be three Warriors participating in the competition, representing one participating school. We will rate them based on the quality of each competition. After the three competitions, the Warrior with the highest score will win the Final Three Cup. The one responsible for selecting the Warriors is a fair selector, which is the Goblet of Fire."

As he said that, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and knocked three times on the lid of the box.

The box opened, revealing a large, rough-looking wooden goblet.

In that goblet of flame, blue flames burned.
Chapter completed!