bookbashuk Chapter 280 The Warriors' Roster is Announced! Dumbledore calmly asked...
Chapter 280 The Warriors' Roster is Announced! Dumbledore calmly asked...
Chapter 281 The Warriors' Roster is Announced! Dumbledore calmly asked...
Once selected by the Goblet of Fire.
Due to magical constraints, those chosen must participate in the competition.
That's why, even though they knew it was a trap, they had no choice but to let Harry jump into it.
Ethan murmured to himself, "I always feel that the Goblet of Fire is a lot like 'sacrifice'... Our ancestors carefully selected the strongest offering after a series of trials."
"Perhaps that's how it was in ancient times."
Ethan snapped his fingers.
Burn that letter.
Look at the clock.
Perfect timing, it's almost time to meet the time agreed upon in the letter.
He then stood up and put on the shiny prefect badge.
He swaggered out of the dormitory.
Excuse me.
That's how capricious people can be when they have class leader power.
"I'm also very curious... what method will Barty use to make me lose the match I set up myself?"
In the dead of night, all was quiet.
"Squeak"
A door opened gently.
After opening a space large enough for one person to pass through, it quickly closed again.
No one noticed.
Barty, disguised as Mad-Eye Man, breathed a sigh of relief.
Under the invisibility of the Disillusionment Charm, he cautiously raised his head.
I saw the golden cup burning with a ghostly blue flame.
I also saw the figure standing next to the Goblet of Fire.
He will probably never forget that pure white mask for the rest of his life.
—Mr. Lamp?!
Little Barty stared in astonishment, his eyes wide.
He hadn't expected Mr. Deng to come in person tonight.
The letter that was sent out was merely to inform them of the next steps and to facilitate discussions on future plans.
Mr. Lamp, however, bypassed all of Hogwarts's defenses and infiltrated the castle!
I can come and go as I please, it's like living here!
Little Barty felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that Mr. Lamp's strength was becoming increasingly unfathomable.
Just then.
A deep, elegant voice echoed in the empty classroom:
"Mr. Crouch, what are you waiting for?"
Little Barty was startled and quickly dispelled the illusion spell.
He stepped forward respectfully and said:
"I'm sorry. I was just so surprised to see you."
As expected, the mere illusion spell couldn't fool Mr. Lamp.
This keen eye reminded Barty of Mad-Eye's demonic eye.
However, at this moment, the "demon eye" was still properly worn on his face.
"Let's begin."
Mr. Lamp—Ethan nodded, making a perfect impression.
"Yes."
Barty Jr. replied.
He immediately raised his wand, which he never let go of, and recited a complex incantation.
As the spell takes effect.
Little Barty's temperament has changed.
It became chaotic and unclear, making people feel dizzy and disoriented.
This was especially true for Ethan, whose senses were acutely aware.
—My perception has been changed.
Ethan raised an eyebrow slightly.
It's like seeing a "boy" enter the girls' restroom and not feeling anything is wrong.
This is a powerful Confusion Charm strong enough to fool Dumbledore's protective measures.
interesting--
Ethan's eyes lit up, and he had an idea.
"call."
The eerie blue flames devoured the paper strip, flickered a few times, and then burned as usual.
Nothing happened.
Little Barty was relieved.
It's a success!
His eyes lit up, and he grinned smugly.
Now, Ethan will definitely be selected and forced to participate!
Didn't pass the Goblet of Fire screening?
Then he ate snow while standing upside down.
Just when Barty thought he had accomplished his mission.
Mr. Lamp's voice rang out:
"Write down the confusion spell you just used and give it to me."
Little Barty looked up and met the pure white mask with only a pair of black holes.
A shiver ran through him, and he said with difficulty, "This—"
That powerful confusion spell was taught to him by the Dark Lord.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible to obtain it through Dumbledore's magic.
Precious yet dangerous.
He didn't want to give it away so easily.
Ethan: "What? You don't want to?"
His tone took on a sinister hue.
"—No, no, how could that be?"
Barty gritted his teeth, raised his wand, and wrote the spell word by word in mid-air.
It's okay—it's just a spell.
Without the assistance of corresponding models, it is absolutely impossible to comprehend it from scratch.
[You have learned the magic: Powerful Confusion Charm - Cognitive Impairment]
Behind the mask, Ethan curled the corners of his mouth.
With their exceptional knowledge, they can deduce the underlying spell model simply by looking at the incantation.
Not to mention, Little Barty just read it aloud himself.
This powerful confusion spell was already deeply imprinted in his mind!
Perhaps it will come in handy at the last minute.
Ethan pondered to himself.
He nodded and said, "That's fine."
"-yes."
Little Barty put down his wand with some doubt.
He always had a sense of unease, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.
Ultimately, it can only be attributed to Mr. Lamp being inherently strange.
—Speaking of which.
In terms of sheer weirdness, Ethan and Mr. Lamp are somewhat similar. Mr. Lamp himself: "How do you plan to take down Ethan in the competition? You know he's the organizer of the competition, right?"
Upon hearing this...
Barty, casting aside all distractions, smiled slyly and self-satisfiedly:
"I have a plan regarding this—"
Warriors' announcement day.
Students from the three schools were crammed together in the auditorium.
His gaze was fixed intently on the Goblet of Fire at the very front.
Because Durmstrang and Beauxbatons' students all chose to sit at the Ravenclaw table.
Therefore, only this side was crowded together.
In comparison.
The other three tables looked rather desolate.
Headmaster Dumbledore: "First of all, welcome to the delegations from our two schools to visit Hogwarts."
We also welcome the two Ministers of Magic, Mr. Ludo Bagman and Mr. Barty Crouch, to our school to serve as referees.
offstage.
Michael whispered:
"That official named Crouch doesn't look too good."
Ethan turned his head to look.
Indeed, it seemed as if Veela had drained their life force.
His face was ashen, his cheeks were sunken, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
He exuded an air of anxiety and unease.
Ethan knew.
This is because the son of a Death Eater was lost.
in other words.
It's like throwing out a time bomb; you never know when it will explode and kill someone.
In such an emergency...
They even dared to conceal it and not report it.
In the end, he paid the price with his own life and indirectly caused Cedric's death.
Ethan shook his head: "Are the people in the Ministry of Magic all crazy?"
Michael looked at him in surprise.
Then Ethan suddenly smiled brightly:
"Fortunately, the members of my Beacon of Light are all perfectly normal and kind people."
Then, you can replace it with the Ministry of Magic.
He sensed the unspoken meaning in Ethan's words.
Michael shivered.
He turned his head away and remained silent.
One can only say, no wonder it's Ravenclaw!
Headmaster Dumbledore: "Now, let's announce the champion chosen by the Goblet of Fire!"
The students were immediately invigorated.
He stared intently at the burning golden cup, his heart pounding with excitement.
"call!"
A ghostly blue flame rose, spewing out one slip of paper after another.
"—Demstrang's Courage—Viktor Krum!"
"Wuhu!"
Rough shouts and enthusiastic applause erupted.
Krum's bear-like body rose up, and he powerfully swung his fist.
"Let them see what you're capable of."
Principal Karkarov patted him on the shoulder, without even glancing at the other selected students from his own school.
"—The heroine of Beauxbatons School is—Fleur Delacour!"
"Ugh!"
Furong covered her mouth in surprise.
His emerald green eyes immediately sparkled.
She practically stole the souls of all the boys around her.
She stood up gracefully and arrogantly raised her chin toward Ethan.
After reciting the names of the six warriors of Beauxbatons.
It was finally Hogwarts' turn.
"—A Hero's Deed at Hogwarts—Cedric Dirie!"
A moment of stillness.
Then, the auditorium erupted in deafening cheers!
"Cedric! He's a student of our Hufflepuff!"
"He's a hero of Hufflepuff!"
Cedric stood up, his face flushed.
His handsome face was full of high spirits.
Just you wait, Father! I will make you proud!
"And Harry Potter, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Luna Lovegood—and Neville Longbottom!"
Dumbledore finished reading and looked up.
He met a pair of stunned, dumbfounded stares.
-who?
Luna Lovegood, who is only in the third grade, and Neville Longbottom, who knows nothing.
Is this...is this reasonable?
"Hmm!"
Hermione slammed her fist heavily on the table.
Her cheeks flushed bright red, and tears welled up in her eyes.
She never even thought of it, but Luna was selected, and she was selected too!
Clearly, she knows far more than Luna!
Being in the middle of the vortex.
Luna's expression remained unchanged.
She simply smiled sweetly, her eyes crinkling, and said, "Great news, Ethan, I got selected!"
"I have no doubt about that."
Ethan said gently, patting Luna's head.
To Neville Longbottom.
He looked as if he hadn't thrown the note himself, completely stunned.
It wasn't until Dumbledore kindly reminded them and applauded the warriors that the situation improved.
As if waking from a dream, everyone burst into fairly enthusiastic applause.
"Hmph," Headmaster Karkaroff sneered, "Hogwarts only picks this kind of trash. Looks like we're guaranteed to win this year."
Dumbledore: "So, the selection of six warriors from each school, for a total of eighteen, is complete. Those of you who have been selected should not be discouraged; this does not negate your abilities."
Dumbledore blinked at Hermione, who was now completely bewildered.
Each school can freely allocate 3 players to play in the three matches.
Before he could finish speaking...
Then, the Goblet of Fire behind me made a hissing sound.
Then, he spat out a piece of paper.
"—"
Dumbledore moved his eyebrows.
In full view of everyone.
He reached out and took the charred piece of paper.
He read it slowly:
"—Ethan Vincent."
The auditorium was completely silent.
Karkaroff spat out a mouthful of tea, his eyes wide with fury, nearly choking himself to death!
Who? Who did you say was selected?!
"Wasn't the selection process over? How come there's another name here?"
Mr. Bagman, the Director of the Sports Department, looked around blankly.
Mr. Crouch said in a deep voice, "Ethan Vincent should still not participate."
He leaned forward, clenching his fingers.
A very ominous premonition welled up inside me.
"—Ethan Vincent!"
Headmaster Dumbledore looked up and raised his voice.
I looked at the figure who slowly rose from the Ravenclaw table.
He calmly asked, "Mr. Vincent, did you put this note in there?"