Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"Ding~ding~ding~"

With the sound of Dumbledore tapping the dinner plate, the auditorium was 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 seemed a little uninterested, but he was a little bored when he was prepared.

"Okay, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision." Dumbledore got up and came to the Goblet of Fire. "Listen, after the names of the warriors are announced for a while, I hope they can walk to the top of the auditorium and walk along the staff seats. Go to the room over there and we will be there to give them preliminary guidance later."

After speaking, Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it sharply.

All the candles went out instantly, the goblet of fire became the only light source, and the auditorium fell into a half-bright and half-dark state.

Suddenly, the light in the goblet of flames began to bloom, and the blue and white flames that burst into sparks had even reached the point of dazzling.

"Immediately!"

Franklin whispered, he even held his breath deliberately, as if he was afraid that he was gasping too much and blowing out the flames in the goblet of fire.

The flames in the goblet of flames suddenly turned red, and when the sparks shot, a tongue of flames slammed up, and then a piece of burnt parchment flew out.

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

"Warrior of Durmstrand." Dumbledore deliberately sold it off, and Karkaroff was sweating in anxious manner. "It's Victor Krum!"

"Huh! I knew it would be him!"

Karkaroff let out a deep breath, clapped and talked to Snape excitedly.

But Snape moved aside in disgust.

At this time, applause and cheers had swept the entire auditorium, and Mike saw Krum stand up from the Slytherin table, listlessly follow Dumbledore's previous orders, and walked to the next room.

"They don't seem to be surprised at all." Franklin said to Mike while applauding. "I don't understand. If they knew from the beginning that the Warriors would be Krum, what else would they do, travel?"

Following Franklin's gaze, Mike saw the Durmstrang students that Slytherin had grown on.

They seemed to have anticipated this result a long time ago. They didn't show any emotion of losing the election. After applauding, they continued to bow their heads and eat.

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

At this time, the second piece of parchment also leaped out of the goblet under the impetus of the flame.

"Warrior of Boothbarton," said Dumbledore. "It's Fleur Delacour!"

There was another burst of deafening applause and cheers. Amidst these applauses, the elf-like girl Furong stood up gracefully, flicked her silver hair, lightly from Ravenclaw and Hedge. The one between Pachi walked over.

In the place where she had been sitting, the bussbarton girls who were unsuccessful all had their heads lowered and looked sullen, and some of them even cried bitterly.

"Oh! This is the response!"

Franklin expressed his opinion again.

But this time no one has time to respond to him. Now everyone's attention is on the flame quilt. Everyone knows that it will be the warrior of Hogwarts next!

"boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of flames, another piece of parchment was ejected from the goblet.

Dumbledore was holding the parchment in his hand, a smile appeared on his face, and then quickly tightened and pretended to be serious and said:

"The warrior of Hogwarts is Mike Towne!"

"I knew it! I knew you could!"

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

Every Ravenclaw’s classmate jumped up and down, screaming and stomping, even Professor Flivy on the staff seat slammed down the table and yelled hello. Professor Ge was taken aback.

In contrast, Hufflepuff's long table was deadly silent, and all the students were very disappointed.

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

If they have not seen hope, they can still celebrate the victor as usual, but now...

"call!"

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

Applauded.

He shot very hard, and it was particularly loud in the silence of Hufflepuff.

Everyone in Hufflepuff looked at him with surprise, but then everyone seemed to understand Cedric's meaning and stood up and began to applaud Mike.

"Hey! Mike!"

Cedric shouted suddenly.

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

Turned his head.

"Don't shame me! You must win the top three cup!"

Mike smiled, he held out his thumb and pointed at Cedric!

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

Professor Pomona Sprout is wiping her tears with a handkerchief. As the dean of Hufflepuff, Cedric’s failure to become a warrior made her a little disappointed, but seeing Cedric’s performance at this moment, she still Can't help but shed tears.

Dumbledore was also applauding. He was proud of Hogwarts having two such outstanding students.

"Look at what I said, it's impossible for Cedric to become a warrior!"

Ron said triumphantly to Hermione.

However, Hermione had already had tears in her eyes at this moment, and she didn't mean to pay any attention to Ron at all.

"Don't say that, Ron." Harry answered. "You can see that Harry and Cedric are good friends. They won't care whoever becomes a warrior."

After that, Harry lowered his head.

He didn't even sign up this time.

It was not that he didn't want to, but Dumbledore wouldn't let it.

This makes him very depressed.

This is not to say that he also wants to be a Hogwarts Warrior. He knows that with Mike and Cedric there, he cannot be selected as a Warrior.

But Dumbledore's behavior still made him very depressed.

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

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

Dumbledore instinctively reached out and caught the parchment and looked at it.

After that, as if I couldn't believe my eyes, I held the presbyopic glasses on my nose, and put the parchment farther away so that I could see it more realistically.

Then he seemed to have finally accepted the facts, slightly opened his mouth and looked at Harry far away on the long table in Gryffindor with some surprise, and said:

"Harry Potter."

...

As soon as this statement came out, the whole auditorium was in an uproar.

"Dumbledore! What is going on!"

"Yes, please explain, why are there two warriors at Hogwarts!?"

The faces of Karkaroff and Maxim were clouded, and they immediately stood up and accused Dumbledore.

"You two, please stay calm and let's talk about this later." Dumbledore pursed his lips, turned to Harry and said, "Harry, you go next door first."

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

On the contrary, it was Ron who was next to him, and his excitement was so obvious that he immediately hugged Harry and shouted:

"Harry is a warrior! Harry is also a warrior!"

The surrounding Gryffindor reacted and started cheering.

Surrounded by the crowd, Harry was pushed out.

He walked forward in a daze, his cheeks burning.

Having been near Dumbledore, he turned around and eagerly explained to Dumbledore:

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

"Well, you can go in first." Dumbledore interrupted him, and pointed his finger at the door not far away. "We will deal with this later."

Seeing Dumbledore's somewhat serious expression, Harry felt aggrieved, resisting the tears, turned his head 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 veneer.

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

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

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

"Nestumite oil!"

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

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

Krum smiled awkwardly, and Mike understood when he saw it, he didn't even understand what he was just saying.

"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, and then Fleur took him away.

But Krum exhaled a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat back in his seat again.

Mike and Fleur chatted without a word, but their eyes kept gazing at the door.

His absent-minded appearance was not discovered by Furong. This is not to say how low Furong’s emotional intelligence is, but because Furong is a bit too nervous at the moment, and now he just keeps talking. Transfer your pressure.

With a creak, the door was pushed open again, and Harry finally walked in with a dazed expression.

"Oh, did they call us over?"

Fleur smiled. She mistakenly thought Harry was a messenger.

However, Harry didn't talk, but stared at Mike blankly, as if looking at his only life-saving straw.

Tears rolled in his eyes, but he was forcibly held back.

Harry wanted to clarify things to Mike in one breath, but his throat was sore ~www.readwn.com~, and he opened his mouth for a long time before spitting out two crying words.

"Mike..."

"Oh, Harry." Mike quickly broke free of 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 slipped down now.

He took the hand palm that Mike handed him and wiped it silently, his other hand gestured in the air, and his mouth kept muttering:

"I didn't...no...really..."

At this time the door was opened again, and Ludo Bagman stepped in steadily.

Harry seemed to not want them to see him crying, wiping his face with a handkerchief.

"Two gentlemen, and this lady. Although it is unbelievable, but I still want to introduce you." Ludo Bagman with a smile on his face, put his hand on Harry's shoulder, with a Said slowly, "This is the fourth warrior in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter."

Ludo deliberately emphasized the pronunciation when he finally said Harry's name, which seemed to be introducing some finale.

Mike glanced at Ludo deeply, without speaking.

The Furong on the side exploded her hair all at once. She tossed her long hair and smiled:

"This joke is very funny, Mr. Bagman."

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

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

"This is the end of the matter, ma'am, I advise you to accept the facts." Ludo said in a long voice, "The Goblet of Fire decision can not be questioned by anyone."

At this time, the door to the room was pushed open again ~www.readwn.com~Dumbledore and a large group of people entered.

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

Hearing that Harry's fists were clenched sharply, his red eyes glared at Furong, apparently annoyed by the little boy.

Ms. Maxim, the tallest in the crowd, had her chest violently up and down, and she said to Dumbledore under a strong pressure:

"What the **** is going on, Dumbledore!"

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

Dumbledore ignored the questioning of the two men. He slowly came to Harry and squatted down, looking directly into Harry's eyes and saying:

"Harry, I remember I reminded you not to put a note in the goblet of fire."

"I didn't!" Harry was anxious all at once, tears appeared in his eyes again, "I swear I didn't, really!"

"Lie!" Snape said more and more, "Don't think you can fool everyone! You have been violating school rules since the first grade, and this time you must have used tricks!"

"I do not have!"

Harry's eyes were aimed at blood and he was about to rush towards Snape.

However, he was hugged firmly by the Mike on the side.

"Calm down! Harry!" Mike whispered, then turned his eyes to Maksim and Karkaroff. "The Goblet of Fire decision is indisputable. Now you have only two choices, either enter or Give up and retire!"