bookbashuk Chapter 370 Brave
Chapter 370 Brave
Chapter 370 Brave
"Today is a crucial day, because the Goblet of Fire will announce who will represent their academy in the tournament!"
The Great Hall of Hogwarts was bustling with noise. All the students and professors had arrived, and they were all looking curiously at the burning golden goblet on the high platform.
Standing before the golden cup of noodles was Barty Crouch, the representative of the Ministry of Magic. He was a middle-aged man who looked somewhat serious, or rather, most people in the Ministry of Magic looked like that.
However, he looked even thinner and more haggard.
"It's all because of his son." Mr. Parkinson, standing next to Loila, seemed to notice Loila's confusion and whispered, "It's said that his son, Barty Crouch Jr., was a very talented wizard back in the day."
"But it turned out they were working for—a mysterious person."
No—nobody's curious about that—Loy sometimes really admires Mr. Parkinson; he can suddenly launch into a long speech anytime, anywhere, without any self-awareness whatsoever.
"He could have been the next Minister of Magic, but it didn't work out because of his son's situation," Parkinson said, raising an eyebrow. "He's the kind of person who wants to be in power more than anything else."
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Stop talking, Mr. Parkinson's, there are several people watching you!
Loila shrank back a little awkwardly, trying to avoid being seen by those unfriendly eyes.
Mr. Parkinson seemed to realize this as well, and he chuckled before turning his attention back to the Goblet of Fire.
"First, we announce the first hero!" Barty Crouch coughed and then gently waved his wand.
As he moved, a note floated out of the flames.
"The representative of Hogwarts—Cedric Diggory!" At his voice, the Hogwarts students immediately cheered.
Loila also had some impression of this Mr. Diggory; he seemed to be the champion of the last Hogwarts intramural dueling tournament, and he looked like a very suitable contestant.
"But it's all because of the age limit for this competition, otherwise Luna would definitely be more suitable than him —" Loila muttered as she looked at the students, only to find Luna smiling at her.
Hmm—could she have discovered my thoughts? Loila quickly looked down at the tips of her boots.
"And then—" Another note floated out.
"It's Beauxbatons' player—Fleur Delacour!"
As expected, Miss Delacour looks very impressive—Roy nodded at the girl who stood out in the crowd.
Finally, it should be Durmstrang's contestant, right? Loira pursed her lips and looked at Karkaroff, who stood silently on the platform—
Ugh—it's really unbearable to look at. Just seeing his own hands makes me instinctively want to use the Killing Curse—Loila shook her sleeves and then looked away.
As expected, Durmstrang's player, Krum, was read out as the note flew out.
After all, he's a famous Quidditch player — Roy nodded slightly, then turned his attention back to his own business.
Now that he knows Durmstrang's first match is in the Forbidden Forest—could he find an opportunity to ambush them there? After all, as the principal, he'd have to check the Forbidden Forest eventually—if he could make a sneak attack then, no one would have any reason to suspect him.
"What happened?"
"What is that?"
Ok?
Disturbed by the sudden commotion, Loila looked up and saw three more notes flying out of the Goblet of Fire.
What does this mean?
Aren't there only three contestants?
Not only was Loila stunned, but almost everyone present was stunned.
"The note—" Barty pursed his lips, unsure whether to read it aloud, while Dumbledore, standing beside him, glanced down at it with a slightly gloomy expression.
"Harry Potter — Emma Rozier — Siegfried von Ansbach —"
The moment those three names were read out, the entire auditorium erupted in uproar.
The reason is simple: all three of them are completely unqualified for the Goblet of Fire's requirement of being seventeen years old, yet they have been chosen by the Goblet of Fire for some unknown reason.
"What's going on, Headmaster Dumbledore?" Mrs. Maxime looked at him, puzzled.
Not only her, but Karkaroff also frowned and looked at Dumbledore: "I need an explanation, Headmaster Dumbledore."
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Even though Dumbledore remained silent, Loila looked at his silent face and suddenly felt a little satisfied for some reason. "What's going on, Dumbledore? This wasn't what you expected, was it?"
Dumbledore coughed lightly and then looked at Barty Crouch: "As far as I know—once a hero is chosen, he must participate in the Triwizard Tournament, right?"
"Hmm—that's right, Headmaster Dumbledore." Old Barty nodded with a frown.
"Then so be it," Dumbledore said slowly. "Since the Goblet of Fire has chosen a hero from each house..."
"Then let each academy send two heroes to participate."
He nodded slightly as he spoke, "That's all we can do now."
His words silenced the other two principals for a few seconds. Mrs. Maxim was clearly a little reluctant—perhaps Miss Emma Rozier—Loila glanced at her and found the petite Miss Shiloh standing there, pale-faced. If it weren't for Fleur's support, she might have already fainted.
But reluctance seemed pointless, and Mrs. Maxim finally nodded slowly: "Beauxbatons has no objection."
Karkaroff nodded indifferently: "In any case—Demstrand's players are the best."
He said this, and then glanced at Loila for some reason.
Don't look at me like that—it's really disgusting—Roy turned away in disgust, hiding behind Hagrid's tall figure.
And so, in this strange and inexplicable atmosphere, the number of heroes representing their academy in the battle became two.
Looking at these heroes, Loila was surprised to find that she had absolutely no recollection of Durmstrang's second hero.
She had black hair tied in a ponytail and stood coldly next to Krum, looking unapproachable—what was her name again?
Loila thought back for a moment and seemed to have some recollection of it.
Is it Siegfried von Ansbach?
Wait a minute—Ansbach?
This isn't Mueller's—Loira was a little surprised for a moment. She looked closely at Miss Siegfried—well, maybe it's because they're not closely related by blood.
She looked exactly like Muller—but—why did she suddenly turn around and glare at me?!
Loila quickly lowered her head, not daring to meet her gaze.
Loila only slowly raised her head after she felt the scrutinizing gaze leave.
But putting everything else aside—her eyes do resemble Müller's quite a bit—