Hogwarts Homecoming

Late at night, the howling of the biting wind in the Hogwarts campus combined with the sound of the endless lake water lapping against the cliff. At first glance, it sounded like a coastal mood.

Because of the selection of warriors for the Triwizard Tournament, the door of Hogwarts Castle is open today. The cold wind pours into the castle and passes through the entrance hall. The sound is like a female ghost wailing. In the entrance hall, there are four huge torches and flames placed on a high platform. The flames emanating from the cup illuminated the foyer as bright as day.

Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory had just sneaked into the foyer from the basement passage on the first floor surrounded by several classmates. After confirming that no one was around, he happily crossed the surrounding passage. With the bright silver age line on the Goblet of Fire, he threw the parchment with his name and college written on it into the blue and white flames. After confirming that the parchment had not been thrown out by the Goblet of Fire, several people cheered warmly. , and then left secretly.

And such a scene has happened several times in the past few hours.

"The kid Digory has very solid basic skills and works hard. He performed well in my physical education class. I think he is very likely to represent Hogwarts as a warrior-"

In the dark office, Amosta leaned on the sofa, holding a cup of hot tea with white smoke rising in his hand, and said in a casual tone.

"Pomona would be delighted--"

Dumbledore carefully removed the biscuit crumbs from his beard - Amosta's box of bland pastries was probably destroyed by him alone.

"I have always believed that Hufflepuffs should be rewarded for their kindness, loyalty, hard work, and down-to-earth qualities."

Dumbledore said sincerely.

Amosta nodded slightly in approval.

After the other three founders of Hogwarts passed away one after another, Helga Hufflepuff became the first principal of Hogwarts. In that era when wolves were everywhere, Hufflepuff stood alone. In this school, in order to keep the school open smoothly, she almost emptied her personal and family wealth.

Moreover, according to internal records.

It was Helga Hufflepuff who brought the house elves into Hogwarts. In that era when students of Muggle origin were as humble as dust, Helga's ability to do this fully demonstrated her kindness. Amos Tower has also thought about this matter. I am afraid that Helga Hufflepuff will have this idea. It may be because Gryffindor and Ravenclaw shared with her the secrets of those domestic children in the secret realm under Azkaban. The plight of the elves.

Time passed quietly, and a few more people came to the foyer and signed up for the Goblet of Fire. Amosta made a rough estimate and found that about a quarter of the full-year wizards at Hogwarts had gone to the hall tonight.

Above the night, the halo blurred into irregular shapes by thick clouds has moved to the other end of the sky. Amosta and Dumbledore in the student safety office did not talk anymore. They each quietly held their books and immersed themselves in the story. In the ocean of magical knowledge.

clatter--

When the hour hand of the wall clock jumped forward one step, and the time came to one o'clock, a group of people's footsteps suddenly came from the gloom with howling ghosts and wolves. Amosta put down the magic book in his hand and pointed at the picture.

"How do you feel, Viktor, can you still hold on?"

Durmstrang's group of people walked into the light and shadow radiated by the Goblet of Fire and torches. They were wearing thick fur cloaks. Except for Karkaroff, almost everyone looked depressed, and Viktor was especially serious. His thick, black brows drooped listlessly, and the dark circles under his eyes were extremely obvious even on that dark-skinned face.

Facing Karkaroff's concern, Viktor just shook his head silently, and then blew his nose heavily.

"You can give me some tranquilizer when you go back later, Viktor. For the rest, you have to rely on yourself to persevere——"

Karkaroff looked a little annoyed, "It's indeed warmer here than ours, but I didn't expect you to be uncomfortable with the British climate--"

"Why don't you let Viktor go to the hospital, Karkaroff?"

A wizened little boy behind Karkaroff said submissively.

"There must be a hospital at Hogwarts, right?"

"Send him to the hospital!"

Karkaroff's kind expression suddenly disappeared. He turned his head and gave the little boy a scary look.

"So that Hogwarts can justifiably poison Viktor? Shut your mouth, Poliarch, you annoying little boy!"

Karkaroff's stern voice echoed in the foyer, making the thin boy tremble with fear.

Viktor sneezed heavily. He left Karkarnov's support and wanted to get closer to the Goblet of Fire and put his name into it, but Karkaroff stopped him.

"Wait, Viktor!"

Karkaroff's expression suddenly became alert. He stopped Viktor, but he jumped into the age line first. Then, he took out his wand from his silver robe, narrowed his eyes, and raised his head. The head circled around the base that held the Goblet of Fire.

The little wizards brought by Karkaroff were obviously curious about this behavior, but they did not have the courage to ask, so they all turned their attention to Viktor Krum.

"What are you doing, Professor?"

Karkaroff was tapping the rough wall of the Goblet of Fire with his wand. From time to time, he would disturb his wrist to cast some magic spells and carefully observe the changes in the flames emerging from the mouth of the cup.

Even Viktor was confused by Karkaroff's behavior. His black eyebrows sank and he asked in a hoarse voice.

"We can't take it lightly, Viktor—"

Karkaroff was always observing the Goblet of Fire, using all his magical knowledge to judge whether there was something wrong with the Goblet of Fire. He answered Viktor's question nonchalantly,

"When you are my age and have had my experience, you will know that what we are facing now is the most cunning wizard who is best at disguising his hypocrisy in a century. He can do anything. I highly doubt that this cup is enchanted and will filter out the best students from our two magic schools and Beauxbatons!"

"You mean Mr. Amosta Brain?"

Krum said in astonishment,

"Doesn't he look like a wizard who would do something like this?"

"I'm talking about Albus Dumbledore--"

Karkaroff sneered, revealing his disgusting yellow teeth.

"Dumbledore's image is not as positive as you think. A decent man cannot win the title of the greatest wizard of our time. If he uses conspiracy and conspiracy, even the Dark Lord -"

Karkaroff took a deep breath, shut up vigilantly, and looked around to make sure no one was peeping in the dark. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and stood up straight.

"As for Amosta Blaine—"

After struggling a lot and not finding any problems, Karkaroff exited the age line angrily. He tilted his head and said to Krum,

"I know you admire his power, Viktor, but don't forget what I told you about Brian, how he defeated us and Beauxbatons and made Hogwarts the host of the Triwizard Tournament. From the school. His skills are no worse than Dumbledore, and even more intense."

Karkaroff looked around at the cold-toned foyer with a look of disgust on his face.

"In short, we have to be careful. I even suspect that if Hogwarts fails to win the tournament in the end, Brain may directly attack you and the Beauxbatons warriors!"