Hogwarts Blood Wizard

In order to welcome Halloween, the entire auditorium was decorated with a dark and terrifying look.

A large group of black bats wandered in mid-air with pumpkin lanterns in their mouths, and the bright candlelights became much dimmed. Ghosts that are usually hard to meet appeared one after another and beat the passing little wizards. call.

The long tables of the four major colleges were already full of people, and the goblet of fire that was originally placed in the middle of the high platform was moved to a short distance from the faculty seat.

The little wizards in the audience were fidgeting, whispering something, their eyes constantly turned to Dumbledore sitting on the teacher's bench, anxiously waiting for the moment when the candidate for the warrior was announced.

After Ivan sat down, Hermione asked curiously.

"Ivan, what is Professor McGonagall doing with you?"

"Let me help decorate the castle!" Ivan replied casually.

Harry and Ron on the side also came over, wondering if they had crossed the age line set by Professor Dumbledore.

"How should I say, I signed up last night!" Considering that the results will be announced soon, Ivan said it truthfully, and then he continued without waiting for the excited two to speak.

"You sleep too hard in the middle of the night, I can't wake you up. The Goblet of Fire requires you to vote in person. I can't do it even if I want to help you..."

Ivan's explanation successfully blocked Ron's mouth, but Ron still complained in his heart that Ivan was really not friends enough, and even if such an important thing was deadlifted, he had to pull them over.

Harry was also somewhat disappointed, but he quickly adjusted his mindset.

These days, although he often imagines in his heart the scene where he will become the Warriors and finally win the championship, he also knows that his abilities are not enough, and becoming a Warrior will probably only humiliate Hogwarts.

While the few people were talking, the originally noisy hall suddenly became quiet. Ivan looked at the stage and found that Dumbledore had stood up from his seat.

This means that it is time to announce the results!

The little wizards in the audience looked around, and even Ivan was a little nervous.

Dumbledore walked to the table where the goblet of fire was placed, looked at the clock on the wall, looked around the crowd and said.

"Probably a little while! Before the official announcement of the results, I have to say one more thing-after the names of the warriors are announced, I hope they will walk to the top of the auditorium, walk along the staff desk, and enter the next room. ...They will get initial guidance there!"

Dumbledore pointed to the door behind the instructor's desk and gestured. Seeing that everyone was listening, he nodded in satisfaction, took his wand out of his arms, and waved it widely.

In an instant, the surroundings became dark. Except for the candles in the pumpkin lanterns, the rest of the candles went out one after another, and the auditorium fell into a half-bright and half-dark state.

Correspondingly, the flame of the goblet of fire quickly strung up and turned into a dazzling crimson color. Crackling sparks spattered and spewed out a piece of charred parchment.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand to take it, took a look, and pronounced the above loudly.

"Warrior of Durmstrand-Victor Krum!"

Slytherin's seat rang out with a particularly warm cheers, and many people on the long tables of other academies applauded. They are all loyal Krum fans.

For example, Ron seemed very excited. He was so excited when he heard Dumbledore say Krum, as if he had read his own name.

Dumbledore raised his palm and pressed it down. When the applause and conversation subsided, another piece of parchment flew out under the thrust of the flame and fell into Dumbledore's hand.

"Warrior of Boothbarton-Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore shouted.

With a smile on Furong's face, she gracefully stood up from Ravenclaw's long table, and the boys in the auditorium warmly applauded and congratulated.

After a few seconds, the goblet of fire fireworks turned red again, and sparks burst out.

The little wizards in the audience looked at the goblet nervously and excitedly. They all knew that it was the warrior of Hogwarts next!

The third parchment quickly flew out.

"The warrior of Hogwarts--" Dumbledore said loudly, his expression just right with surprise, his eyes turned to Gryffindor's long table, and he said word by word.

"Ivan Hals!"

Under the attention of everyone, Ivan Shiran stood up and nodded towards the surroundings.

The noisy auditorium suddenly became silent, and the little wizards present stared at Ivan with wonder, doubt, and admiration.

Furong and Krum, who hadn't walked out of the auditorium, also stopped and turned their heads.

"Wait..." Karkaroff patted the table and got up from his seat, looked at Ivan and then glared at Dumbledore."Albus, if I remember correctly, according to the regulations, the candidate for the warrior should be an adult wizard over seventeen years old, not a fourteen year old kid!"

"Be calm, Karkaroff, you remember correctly... As for why this is the case, then I have to ask Mr. Hals!" Dumbledore said with interest.

Although he knew that McGonagall had already found Ivan and should know how Ivan crossed the age line, Dumbledore had no intention of asking.

The unknown is sometimes a pleasure.

Ivan couldn't see the slightest panic on his face, he replied with ease.

"That's because I wrote my name and the school I represented on a piece of parchment, and put it into the goblet of fire within the specified time.

Obviously, the Goblet of Fire recognized me as the best student among all the candidates, and I deserve to be a Warrior of Hogwarts!"

Ivan's words were undoubtedly a bit arrogant, which made many senior students glaring at him, but they couldn't refute it, and they were aggrieved.

"We're not asking about this, Mr. Hals, you haven't answered how you crossed that age line!" Karkaroff frowned and asked reluctantly. He suspected that Dumbledore secretly gave it. Ivan opened the back door.

The little wizards in the auditorium were equally curious, all staring at Ivan, waiting for his answer.

"No, you are misunderstanding, I can't crack Professor Dumbledore's magic!" Ivan shook his head and replied truthfully.

There was an uproar on the court. This time not only Karkaroff, but also Maxim stood up, questioning Ivan’s cheating to obtain the place of warriors. Many of the little wizards who lost the election were also afraid to cancel Iraq. The identity of Van's warrior!

In the face of everyone's doubts, Ivan remained calm and composed, and he pointed to the goblet of fire on the high platform and said.

"Who said that you must crack the age line to put the name in? Just ask a student who meets the conditions to take out the goblet of fire?"