A man with a silver plush cloak came down from the deck, and he greeted Dumbledore with a loud hello. We saw that in fact, Dermstrong's men were wearing fur cloaks, but only their principal Kakarov wore silver, just like his hair, soft and smooth.

But the principal did not get as much attention as Mrs. Maxim, because there was a man in his team, who had a very gloomy face and thick eyebrows, but when the students, especially some male students, recognized him, were excited.

"I can't believe it!" Ron said in a shocked tone, "It's Krum, Wickdor Krum!"

"For God's sake, Ron, he's just a Quidditch player." Hermione said.

"Just a Quidditch player?" Ron said excitedly, "Hermione - he is one of the best golfers in the world! I really didn't expect him to be a student!"

"Let's go, Hermione, we will never understand the ideas of these Quidditch fanatics." I said lightly from the side.

Ron was always excited, or everyone was excited, and when the Hogwarts students sat in the auditorium, they were still looking at the door because Crum and his Demstrong alumni gathered at the door, seemingly unable to see where they should be.

"I wish they could sit by my side," Ron said.

But Ron was destined to be disappointed, as Boothbaton's students took the lead at Gryffindor's desk.

"Can we sit here?" said a Boothbaton girl who led the lead, with bright silver hair like a long waterfall, a pair of big blue eyes and white and neat white teeth.

"Of course there is no problem." Our female chief said, and at the same time, several female students stood up and gave up their seats. As for the male chief and most other men... Just look at Ron's performance now.

Ron's face suddenly turned red when the girl spoke. He stared at her blankly, opened his mouth to answer, but only made some strange little sounds, as if his throat was stuck.

"call……"

A sudden blowing sound came from my mouth. The sound was not loud. Perhaps only Hermione and the girl who were sitting beside me heard it. After this sound, all the rude men shuddered, then they looked around as if they suddenly woke up, and finally showed a shameful expression.

"Pink short hair... are you Miss Lina Harvey?" asked the silver-haired girl.

“Yes, are you?”

"I am Fleur Delacour of Boothbaton, so these are Mr. Harry Potter, Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Ron Weasley?" Fleur continued to ask.

"Yes, Miss Dragul, I'm happy to see you." The three nodded politely, but Ron's face was still a little red.

"I think you should know from my last name. My sister is Gabriel Delakule." As she said that, she pulled the girl beside her and said with a smile: "Thank you for helping my sister and my classmates escape from danger."

"We were just helping each other at that time." I replied with a "smile" action.

At this moment, the students of Demstrong also took their seats. They sat at Slytherin's table, and the professors were already in the seat. When the students of Boothbaton saw their principal appear, they quickly stood up until Mrs. Maxim sat down on Dumbledore's left hand, and they sat down again. Dumbledore stood still, and the auditorium gradually became quiet.

"Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, ghosts, and—especially—VIPs," said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign students, "I welcome you to Hogwarts with great joy. I hope and believe that you will be comfortable and happy here."

Furong beside me chuckled—well, I admit that you are beautiful when you laugh, and that Dumbledore's words are humorous, but you really shouldn't laugh.

“The tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet,” Dumbledore continued, “I invite everyone to eat and drink as much as they are at home!”

As soon as the words finished, the plate in front of us was filled with food as usual. This time, the house elf seemed to have tried his best. This was the first time I saw such a rich dish, and there were several dishes with foreign flavors. These foreign flavor dishes were cooked very successfully. You can tell by watching Furong sitting next to me drinking the French fish soup.

Twenty minutes after the banquet began, Hagrid slipped into the auditorium from a door behind the staff's desk, and sat down to his seat at the end of the table, holding up a hand wrapped in many bandages and waved toward our position.

"That's - E, who?" Furong asked strangely when she saw Hagrid wave to us.

"That's Hagrid, our magic biology teacher, and the best magic biology teacher." Hermione replied proudly.

Furong nodded and muttered something. Maybe others couldn't understand or could not hear it clearly, but I knew that the sentence was "I thought only Mrs. Maxim could be so tall."

After the dinner, Dumbledore stood up again, and a feeling of excitement and tension seemed to be permeating the auditorium. A few seats away from them, the twins leaned forward and stared at Dumbledore very focused.

"This moment has finally arrived," Dumbledore said with a smile, "the Trio is about to begin, but before that, I want to say a few words."

Dumbledore then introduced the referee members: the principals of three schools, as well as Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagmann, and then, at some point in the auditorium, Felch, who appeared in a corner of the auditorium, took a large wooden box with jewelry inlaid in front of him.

Dumbledore first knocked on the box cover three times, and the lid slowly opened. Dumbledore reached in and took out a large, rough-carved wooden goblet. The cup itself was not at all conspicuous, but it was full of blue and white flames.

"Every classmate who wants to run for the Warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into the goblet," Dumbledore said. "Those who are interested in becoming a warrior can sign up within twenty-four hours. Tomorrow night, on Halloween, the goblet will select the names of the three students who think it best represents the three schools. Tonight, the goblet will be placed in the foyer, and all students who are willing to participate in the election will be able to access it."

"To avoid students who are not old enough to withstand the temptation," Dumbledore continued looking at us, "After the goblet is placed in the foyer, I will draw an age line around it. No one under the age of seventeen cannot cross this line."

"Finally, I remind every student who wants to participate in the election to pay attention that this championship is not a joke, and never participate rashly. Once the Warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must stick to the game to the end. Whoever throws his name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be followed. Once he becomes a Warrior, he is not allowed to change his mind. Therefore, please think twice and find out that you really want to participate in the competition, and then throw your name into the cup. Okay, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night."

"What a pity, I wanted to compete with you." As she left, Furong said to us, Gabriel behind her pulled her, but Furong just smiled indifferently, shook her long silver hair and left with Boothbaton's students.

"Can we use some age enhancer?" Fred said, "As long as your name enters that cup, you laugh happily - it can't tell who is seventeen or less."

"Did you understand Dumbledore's words? Have you not read the school magazines for this period of time? Do you think these are just kidding?" Hermione said sarcastically.

"Of course we can't do it," George said with a smile. "But Lina can, isn't she? Her strength must be OK."

"Forget it, I might as well read this book for this time." As I said that, I picked up the schoolbag in the lounge, took out a large book from it, and found a corner to continue reading.

When we woke up the next morning, we got a new news that last night, "Moody" and Professor Kakarov had a conflict. According to well-informed people, Kakarov was once a Death Eater, but was pardoned for betraying a large number of accomplices. However, Moody has always distrustd him, and it is still the case now.

Since today is the registration day for the Top Three Cup, the school is on holiday and we are ready to chat with Hager. In fact, the main purpose is to see the Pegasus in Boothbaton. However, when we saw Hager's appearance, we all forgot the purpose of the time we came.

Hagrid wore his best—and also very ugly—the furry brown suit with a yellow and orange plaid tie, but that wasn't the worst: he obviously tried to straighten his hair, using a lot of machine lubricating oil, and now his hair is shiny in two bunches—maybe he was going to tie a ponytail like Bill, but found that he had too much hair.

"Hagge, if you want to leave a good impression on someone," I sighed, "You'd better change your outfit. You're really bad now."

"Ah! Really?" Haeger asked nervously.

The answer to him was four heads that kept swaying up and down.

"What should I do?" Haeger said in a panic, at a loss, "I always mess up!"

"We can help you." I sighed again and said to him: "I just don't know who you want to meet. After all, the people you meet will be different, and the clothes will be different."

"I... that..." Hagrid blushed. This was the first time I saw him blushing.

"Okay, I get it. Eluf!" I shouted.

"Miss." Eluf suddenly appeared and stood respectfully beside me.

"Prepare for me..., that's all, when will I get it back?" I asked.

"Soon, Miss, about two hours," Eluf replied.

"Okay, go," I said to Eluf, and then I turned my head toward the other three: "Then, the next thing is our job."
Chapter completed!