Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

"That's impossible - why is there my name?!"

Dumbledore had just finished reading the name on the parchment. Malfoy, who was sitting on the Slytherin table, was stunned for an instant. He shouted in disbelief.

He had obviously never been close to the Goblet of Fire - not even Even if he wanted to get close, his age wouldn't allow him!

But... why did his name appear in the Goblet of Fire and was selected as a warrior?

Could someone be harming him?

While Malfoy was stunned, someone stood aside The two followers, Goyle and Crabbe, cheered loudly and took the lead in bringing applause to the silent auditorium.

Followed by the entire Slytherin wizards.

Hearing the gradually louder applause, Malfoy's The corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and the shocked expression on his face became a little stiff.

Although he wanted to question Dumbledore loudly, he clearly did not put his name into the Goblet of Fire.

But after hearing the cheers and applause around him , he thought he had better sit down first.

Dumbledore did not focus on Malfoy, who became a warrior, but continued to observe the blue-white flame that was still beating.

Since the flame in the cup did not go out, then This means that there are still selected warriors who have not yet come out.

"Sybil Milfowler - Champion of Beauxbatons!"

Dumbledore read the name above loudly, and looked slightly at Ms. Maxim not far away.

Like Karkaroff just now, after hearing that another warrior came out of his college, Maxi Ms. Mu’s face also became ugly.

"Someone is causing trouble, Dumbledore!"

She suppressed the anger in her heart and whispered.

If there were just a bunch of warriors in Hogwarts, it could be said that they were cheating.

But now that both of their schools have a second warrior, it means Someone is deliberately causing trouble

"We do not agree with this unfair competition!"

Karkaroff also shouted loudly.

"Maybe we can wait until all the warrior lists come out, and then go back and talk about this matter slowly."

"Sicombe Dervis – Durmstrang."

Dumbledore had no time to answer anything else. He reached out and picked up the parchment in mid-air and read the name on it softly.

The entire auditorium was in chaos at this time, and all the wizards were whispering and discussing. What happened.

At the Gryffindor table

"how did you do it?"

George glanced at Dumbledore above with some guilt, then turned his head and asked Lorne in a low voice.

It turned out that this was his back-up plan.

Not only Hogwarts, but also the other two schools. It's all over the place.

If this continues, the number of people in the three schools will probably become seven warriors.

The Triwizard Tournament has also transformed into the Twenty-One Wizard Tournament - my Merlin.

This is simply the best in the history of magic. something unheard of

"And how do you know their names?"

Hermione also asked with some confusion.

"It's just a little confusion spell."

Lon held up the side of his face with one hand, looked at Karkaroff and Maxim above with interest, and explained softly.

He didn't need the names of the wizards from the other two schools at all, after all. There are many parchments stored in the Goblet of Fire who want to become warriors.

All that remains is to simply use a confusion spell to make the cup think that the contestants inside are from other schools.

"Speaking of which...should we go to the back room? Ron asked weakly.

He was a little flustered at first, but after learning about the so-called backhand, his panic gradually calmed down.

Seeing so many people together, he felt relieved.

"Wait a minute, Headmaster Dumbledore is still reading names."

Fred raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but say.

Except for the three warriors who had already been selected, almost no one who was selected later left the table.

Because the situation behind was no longer right, and they didn't know Should he go or not?

One after another, the parchment appeared in the air for almost ten minutes.

As the last burnt parchment appeared in Dumbledore's hand, the Goblet of Fire jumped. The blue-white flame also gradually dissipated.

Finally, it turned into a wisp of white smoke and slowly disappeared into the auditorium.

This means that the name in the hand is the last warrior's name.

"Akar Hestra - Durmstrang Warrior."

Dumbledore raised his head and glanced at the group of sturdy wizards next to Slytherin. Among them, a wizard in red clothes raised his hands excitedly.

However, the entire auditorium was silent for a while, and the applause seemed sparse. Yeah, no enthusiasm at all

"Okay, so far the selection of warriors has completely ended - as everyone has seen, there was a little accident during the process."

Dumbledore dropped the parchment in his hand and walked slowly towards Maxim and Karkaroff.

"This thing is so bizarre!"Dumbledore muttered in a low voice, and he looked at the other two principals,"There are a total of twenty-one contestants participating in this Triwizard Tournament, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons and Hogwarts. The school is divided into seven warriors"

"It was indeed my negligence that this happened."

He looked at the two people who looked embarrassed in front of him with his bright eyes and said.

"Dumbledore, maybe we should question each of them - with Veritaserum! Karkaroff said with a cold face and a tone full of anger.

"I reject!"

Maxim gave him a disgusted look and refused without thinking.

She was the so-called principal in front of her, and she was a veritable Death Eater in the past - if Karkaroff hadn't betrayed his colleagues, I'm afraid I'm still in Azkaban now.

"We should go and ask carefully later."

Dumbledore's originally kind eyes became calm. He turned around and looked at the bustling auditorium below, casting a spell to amplify the sound.

"Now the twenty-one selected warriors come to the room at the back!"

"Let's go, it seems that the Twenty-One Strong Tournament is about to begin!"

The corners of Lorne's mouth raised slightly, and he couldn't help but make a joke.