Chapter 102 Halloween

She returned to Hogwarts on the right track. When she walked into the auditorium, it was already full of people, but no one's attention was on the sumptuous Halloween dinner. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the goblet in the middle of the auditorium.

After sitting for a while, after Dumbledore had already announced the start of the banquet, Shen Qitong hurriedly pulled Daphne and Astoria into the auditorium. Fortunately, they did not attract too much attention. Ning Yue glanced at Shen Qitong but said nothing.

Daphne sat down next to Mu Yu without saying a word. She frowned and kept poking at the barbecue on the plate, as if she had encountered something unpleasant in London.

"What's wrong, London isn't fun?" Mu Yu looked concerned and looked at Shen Qitong inquiringly.

But the latter ate with relish as if nothing had happened. She didn't seem to care at all who could become the warrior: "No, London is fun. We just talked about something while taking Astoria to buy candy..."

She came into contact with Daphne stopped talking after looking at her. Daphne tightly held the golden fork in her hand, and the things on her plate had not been touched until now: "I will tell you when I go back to the common room tonight, Yu."

When did Daphne become willing to talk to people easily?

When the golden plate became Dumbledore finally stood up when he was spotless, and all the chatter in the auditorium disappeared the moment he stood up.

"The Goblet is about to make a decision. When the names of the champions are announced, I want them to walk to the top of the Great Hall and along the staff table to the next room. They will receive initial instructions there."

Dumbledore He waved his wand and all the candles except the one in the jack-o'-lantern were extinguished. Only the blue-white flame of the Goblet of Fire shone brightly in the half-dark auditorium.

Everyone is waiting with bated breath.

The dim lighting perfectly brings out the tense emotions to the extreme.

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red, and a tongue of fire shot into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out. Dumbledore could see the words on it clearly through the flame, and he said clearly and forcefully: "From Starting with the guest farthest away from us, the warrior from Kyushu is Shen Qitong."

The other people from Kyushu applauded reluctantly, and even forced a smile. Everyone could see that their happiness was fake.

Shen Qitong walked past Slytherin's long table towards the room with a calm expression.

The Goblet of Fire then sprayed out another red flame, and everyone's attention was once again attracted, and a second piece of parchment jumped out of it.

"The warrior of Ilvermorny is Phil Garcia."

The people of Ilvermorny College burst into cheers, and their principal showed a satisfied smile, as if Phil Garcia's selection was completely expected. middle.

Phil Garcia didn't say much. He simply waved to the classmates who cheered for him and walked towards the room under the attention of everyone.

A third piece of parchment was also sprayed out when Phil Garcia walked into the room.

"Durmstrang's warrior, Viktor Krum."

This time, the auditorium erupted in unprecedented cheers. Even Karkaroff swept away the gloom of the past and shouted to Viktor Krum. Rum said: "That's great, I knew you could do it, Viktor!"

After the applause and cheers subsided, Dumbledore slowly took out the fourth piece of parchment: "Beauxbatons's Warrior, Fleur Delacour."

A girl stood up gracefully from the long table, swung her silver hair and walked towards the faculty desk.

The auditorium was so quiet that one could hear the rapid breathing. The last warrior was also a Hogwarts warrior...

Mu Yu was looking forward to it like everyone else, but she was extremely calm in her heart. She never thought too much about the destined ending. care.

Dumbledore had pulled the last piece of parchment from the flames.

But he couldn't speak for a long time after looking at the name on it. His hands were shaking. Everyone was staring at the parchment, thinking about who the warrior of Hogwarts was.

Dumbledore's trembling was a mixture of shock and anger.

"Harry Potter."

The blue-white flame in the Goblet of Fire flickered a few times before extinguishing, and there was silence in the auditorium.

There was silence for a second or two when Dumbledore read Harry's name. Everyone seemed to be secretly expecting the Goblet of Fire to spit out another name, but the extinguished blue-white flame never rekindled.

"Impossible!" First, the long table of Hufflepuff erupted into a roar that was enough to knock off the roof of the auditorium, and then the opposition spread to other houses like a wave. Even the Gryffindors stood there dumbly. Before that, almost half of the school was convinced that Cedric would become a Hogwarts warrior.

"Cheating! He must be cheating!" The shouts grew louder and louder.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore raised his voice, but was surprisingly calm, "Harry, please come here."

Countless discussions The sound echoed in the empty auditorium like the buzzing of bees.

Looking from the long Slytherin table, Mu Yu could see Harry's thin figure slowly standing up. He was explaining to Ron and Hermione, but his confused voice was clearly audible in the auditorium: "I didn't , you all know I didn’t put my name in.”

Obviously at this time, no matter how he explains it, most people will not believe it. They only believe what they want to believe.

Mu Yu watched him slowly disappear behind the staff desk. What he walked into was not only the door that represented the glory of the warrior, but also the trap of death.

Regardless of the reason, they at least briefly fought together in the first grade. Now it was she who pushed Harry to death with her own hands. She looked up at the bright starry sky on Halloween night. She had already pushed many people to death, and more people would die because of her in the future. She had no energy to lament here.

After asking the prefects to send everyone back to their dormitories, Dumbledore hurriedly led everyone on the staff bench towards the room.

Harry himself didn't know how he walked through the corridor between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff to this room. He didn't even hear the various comments along the way. He walked through the door mechanically, walked out of the auditorium and came to a small room. The fireplace was burning brightly in the room, and the portrait hanging on the wall began to whisper when he came in.

It was here that he saw four other warriors. Everyone except Krum was gathered around the fireplace. When he walked into the door, everyone turned to look at him curiously. He felt the four pairs of eyes observing him. As sharp as four searchlights.

His subconscious reaction turned out to be that they were really tall.

Phil Garcia just glanced at him and then turned his attention to the fireplace. Krum had been holding his chin in thought since he came in. Shen Qitong frowned, as if he was struggling with his words. Soon Fleur Delacour said it directly.

"Don't tell me you are the Hogwarts Warrior. Are they kidding?" She shook her cascading silver hair gracefully and raised her head proudly.

At this time, there was a burst of busy footsteps. The first person who rushed in was Ludo Bagman from the Ministry of Magic. He grabbed Harry's arm and shook it hard: "It's so bizarre! Gentlemen and ladies, the Goblet of Fire selection The warrior who came out of Hogwarts, the youngest warrior in the history of the Tournament!"

"He can't compete, because he is too young. Either there is something wrong with the Goblet of Fire, or someone..." Shen Qitong said at this time. The first words he said entering the room. Before he could finish speaking, Ludo Bagman excitedly interrupted her.

"This is indeed surprising, but the age limit has been implemented this year. It is also the first time that the Goblet of Fire has taken on the task of selecting five school warriors. It is inevitable that some mistakes will be made. Since his name came out, then according to According to the contract, he must try his best to compete."

At this time, the door behind him was opened again, and Dumbledore led Professor McGonagall and others in. Shen Qitong immediately turned to Ning Yue, not caring that there was still a group of people here: "Master, the Goblet of Fire must be wrong. He is so young and there is no way he can complete the game. In this case, can Hogwarts restart? "Such a competition is not fair to everyone."

"Madam," Karkaroff said in his smooth tone, "You are from Kyushu. I'm afraid you don't know the rules in Europe." The contract must be abided by. This is tradition. Mr. Crouch, what do you think?

"The Goblet of Fire has formed a contract. Anyone whose name comes out of the cup must participate in the competition with all his strength." Crouch said stiffly.

At this time, Phil Garcia also walked up to Caitlin Jones, the principal of Ilvermorny College. His voice was also very pleasant: "Professor Jones, the rules will change depending on the situation. I agree with Miss Shen's suggestion to let Hogg Watts re-elects the warriors, otherwise we will not be able to win."

"Phil, I'm sorry," Caitlin Jones said calmly, "but this is the power of the contract that has been extinguished after fulfilling this. We cannot re-draft a contract before another one. There is nothing we can do about it."

Dumbledore raised his hand, and everyone fell silent at the moment he raised his hand. Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at Harry calmly: "Have you ever thrown your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?"

"No."

Harry felt that Snape had been staring at him, and he was sure that Snape would not Believe every word he said, or Snape was looking forward to him being fired.

"Did you ask your senior classmates to help you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

"No." Harry became even more excited.

Snape shook his head silently.

"Okay, Dumbledore. There's nothing to worry about," Karkaroff said in a very light tone. "No matter what the facts are, this boy must compete."

"Are you happy that Karkaroff's Harry Potter is about to take place?" Participating in the most dangerous competition, where you may die at any time, it is in your favor, isn't it?"

The sound of his cane hitting the ground echoed in the room before the Moody man arrived.

Before Karkaroff could speak, he continued: "Maybe someone wants Harry Potter to die."

He almost roared out this sentence.

His words were like thunder, and everyone froze in place. Ludo Bagman muttered: "What are you talking about, Moody."

Karkaroff seemed to have thought of something, and he shuddered immediately.

"I believe that Potter did not put his name into the Goblet of Fire. When the applicant wrote his name on the parchment and put it into the Goblet of Fire, he gave the Goblet of Fire permission to explore his own strength. The person who did this He must have injected part of his magic power into the parchment. The person who can do this must be a clever wizard. How can the magic power of a seventeen-year-old or eighteen-year-old man be compared to this person?"

"You seem to be very familiar with this, Moody. ." Karkaroff's voice was trembling, but he still did not forget to mock Moody.

"My habit is to think like a dark wizard!" Moody tapped his cane again, "No matter who that person is, his goal was achieved, and Potter had to abide by the contract and continue the competition to the end. He just needs to do something in the middle..."

Dumbledore's face gradually darkened, but Snape looked at Moody thoughtfully and looked away. Dumbledore said: "No matter how this result is achieved, the rules cannot be changed. Harry must compete..."

Ms. Maxim shrugged indifferently, making it clear that she did not want to dwell too much on this matter. Caitlin Jones gave Harry a regretful look and nodded in agreement. Ning Yue sighed and nodded as well. The rest of the people didn't seem to have any objections.

"Would you like a nightcap after you finish the warrior instruction?" Dumbledore hinted at the principals with his eyes. Ms. Maxim held Fleur's shoulders and shook her head, while Karkaroff didn't even look at it. Look at Dumbledore. Caitlin Jones immediately agreed: "Of course, Dumbledore."

"I have no objection either." Ning Yue firmly held Shen Qitong, who still wanted to speak, and replied gently.

To Harry, Ludo Bagman's rich voice seemed to come from another dimension. He felt as if a blender was working hard to turn his brain into a mush. All he wanted now was to collapse on the four-poster bed in the Gryffindor common room and have a good sleep, or go to the Owlery to write Sirius a letter. Long letters will also work.

He kept thinking about Moody's words, someone wanted to harm him...

When the others dispersed, the only three people left in the room were relatively speechless.

"Poor child, he is only fourteen years old," Catherine Jones said suddenly, looking at the fire that was about to go out, "Dumbledore, I believe that distance is not an obstacle for us to help each other. Ge..."

She glanced at Ning Yue Then I realized she had made a mistake. She could not reveal what happened to the West in front of the people of Kyushu.

"Thank you, Ms. Jones," Dumbledore said decisively, "I have one thing to trouble you. I remember that the current president of the Magical Congress of the United States was your student. Please tell her to pay attention to the trends in the Muggle world. "

The last time the Magical Congress paid attention to the Muggle world was decades ago...

"Dumbledore..." Catherine Jones murmured, vaguely realizing something, "Could it be him..."

Dumbledore took a sip of the juice in the glass , picked up the crystal juice and looked at it carefully, as if thinking about something. But he still chose to deny Katherine Jones's speculation: "It's just a possibility."

He hesitated to speak again, and fell silent again after explaining this.

Catherine Jones also saw that he had nothing more to say to her, so she put down her cup wisely: "Anyway, Ilvermorny is always willing to provide any help to Hogwarts. I also want to look after my students, good night." "

Good night, Ms. Jones." Dumbledore nodded politely to her.

At this time, only the two of them were left, and the portrait hanging on the wall did not know where it had gone.

"Why don't you tell her everything that Voldemort's resurrection is a foregone conclusion? You also said that he has changed a lot this time..."

"Dumbledore," Ning Yue put down his cup and looked at him seriously, "Can't Cornelius Fudge see it? You understand the situation and are blinded by ambition. Why don't you take control of the Ministry of Magic while Voldemort is not powerful enough? You have a high prestige, and there are many knowledgeable people in the Ministry of Magic. Forgive me for offending. , I suspect that there is someone behind Cornelius Fudge's stubbornness, and they must have a more important plan. Now is the best time to take control of the Ministry of Magic, use your prestige to unite all the forces in the wizarding world, and protect the secular world. Prime Minister."

"Cornelly Fudge has been in office for so many years. Although he has done nothing, he has not made any big mistakes. If he is replaced rashly, the Daily Prophet can make a big deal about it the next day..." He said calmly, "I. I don't have the willpower to resist the temptation of power. I can't become the second one..."

What happened more than 40 years ago has become an insurmountable inner demon for him.

"Then why are you so sure...there is another force behind Nordic Avides?" Ning Yue changed the subject.

"Because I know Riddle. His arrogance cannot allow him to take advantage of house elves. Riddle never bothers to understand things that he disdains, such as fairy tales, such as elves..." Dumbledore Lido's semicircular glasses reflected a sharp light under the weak flames, "I... have been to Nurmengard, I tried... but I'm sorry..."

"Everyone has their own inner demons. , you are not a saint, you don’t need to ask yourself according to the requirements of a saint, and you don’t need to force yourself to bear all responsibilities like a saint." Ning Yue's tone was gentle, but he was euphemistically admonishing, "You said before that when I get to Hogwarts I have a question for you..."

Dumbledore took out a tattered diary from his arms and told how Riddle's sixteen-year-old memories sealed in it two years ago almost closed Hogwarts.

"I explored the memory of an old friend. Tom Riddle was once his most proud student. Tom Riddle once asked him about Horcruxes... Unfortunately, the old friend tampered with this memory out of shame. The East is best at souls And life, especially Kunlun College is the leader. The question I want to ask is, has this diary, or this Horcrux, really been destroyed?"

"You actually know the answer," Ning Yue carefully stroked the diary. The diary that was destroyed beyond recognition is a "soul container." In order to leave a way out, some ascetics will use the technique of dividing the soul to hide the soul in an object. If the origin is immortal, the soul will not die. Later, Western alchemists also invented Such a spell was invented, but in the West, this spell is extremely evil, because the creator firmly believes that the soul must be split by killing people. If this destroyed Horcrux was made by Voldemort at the age of sixteen, he was indeed a genius, although it is extremely terrifying... ."

He was stalling for time, as if he could never tell the answer.

"No. I can feel that the soul inside was removed before it was destroyed," he said with increasing difficulty, "It may not be Xiaoyu, she was only twelve years old at that time, and her grandfather had just passed away, and the bones were not yet cold... "

She is the only student at Hogwarts who can compare with Riddle in decades. However, she is far better than Riddle in one thing," Dumbledore squeezed Ning Yue's hand. Although he seemed to be depressed, he had to make him face his wounds, "She has felt love and understands the power of love."

Every word of his was very particular. She had felt it, not believed it; understood, but not possessed it.

Love in her hands is very likely to turn into a terrible weapon.

"Mr. Ning, there is no time for us to continue evading. There are no clear clues yet, but once she wants to endanger Harry's life..."

Ning Yue tilted his head in pain and said with great difficulty: "If you catch her... please ...Leave it to me. I beg you, the Mu family... there will always be some blood left."