Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 197: The 4th Warrior

At this time, Dumbledore's eyes glanced slightly in the direction of the Slytherin table and exchanged glances with Malfoy.

Then Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it sharply.

In an instant, except for the candles hanging in the jack-o'-lanterns above the students' heads, they were still lit, and the rest of the candles were extinguished, and the auditorium fell into a half-dark state. The goblet of fire now emits a dazzling light, which is brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flame that shoots sparks is a bit dazzling. Everyone is watching and waiting...A few people keep looking at the watch...

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out. Then, a tongue of fire leaped into the air, and a piece of scorched parchment flew out of it-everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it far away so that he could read the words clearly in the light of the flame. At this time, the flame returned to blue and white.

"Warrior of Durmstrand," he said in a clear and powerful tone, "It's Victor Krum."

Thunderous applause suddenly came to mind in the auditorium. No matter which school the students were in, they applauded the warrior from the heart, but he himself seemed somewhat distracted. It may be because the cold has not been completely cured. He stood up abusively and walked towards Dumbledore listlessly, then turned to the right, followed the staff's desk, and entered the next room through the door.

"Awesome, Victor!" Karkaroff roared like a bell, and despite the loud applause in the auditorium, everyone could hear his voice, "I know you are destined to be a warrior!"

The current Karkaroff looked happy. He had been worried about Krum's physical condition before. Now that the goblet of fire sprayed out the name and the dust settled, he was relieved a lot.

The applause and conversation gradually subsided. Now everyone's attention was focused on the goblet again, and after a few seconds, the flames turned red again. The second piece of parchment was pushed out of the cup by the flame.

"Warrior of Boothbarton," Dumbledore said, "It's Fleur Delacour!"

Furong stood up calmly at this time, and the expressions of her and Mrs. Maxim seemed relatively indifferent, which was what they expected.

It's just that the other Bussbarton students didn't feel very well, and even a few female students were emotionally excited, burst into tears, buried their heads in their arms, and sobbed sadly.

"I know you will also walk into that room soon." Fleur paused as she passed Slytherin's long table, as if deliberately, she shook her silver show. Smiling at Malfoy and said.

"Thank you." Malfoy responded simply.

Then Furong walked into the room next door lightly.

After that, the atmosphere in the auditorium rose even more, because after the second warrior was selected, it meant that the home warrior at Hogwarts was about to be born.

On Hufflepuff’s long table, many students are looking at Cedric expectantly, he himself took a deep breath, his handsome face looked calm, just a little sweat on his forehead Zhu, and the clenched fist, still exposed his current emotions.

He is nervous.

The situation in Slytherin is similar. The students are also looking forward to and nervously at the leader of the academy who has helped them gain many glory, but the people who are followed behave slightly differently.

Malfoy seemed very calm and didn't know if he had absolute confidence in himself or he didn't care about the result at all.

"Warrior of Hogwarts," Dumbledore said loudly, "It's Draco Malfoy!"

"My God!" Ron covered his face in pain, not wanting to accept this reality.

Hermione looked at Slytherin's long table with a complicated expression, and didn't know what to say to comfort Harry now.

It seems that I am also a little happy in my heart?

"I'm going to talk to Professor Dumbledore about the treatment of house elves!" Hermione shook her head, and threw the somewhat "happy" mood from her mind, and then began to think again. How to get up to save those house elves who have lost their freedom.

Slytherin's long table immediately burst into a shock of cheers, and the screaming and stomping behavior infected all the students at the table like an infection.

Some students even made a lot of provocative poses towards the table of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. These days, the academy is full of gunpowder. As long as it is mentioned that the registered players are relatively competitive. The players from several colleges will quarrel, but now is the time for Slytherin College to enjoy the fruits of victory.

This blatant provocation didn't stop until Dumbledore coughed a few times.

"Congratulations, Malfoy." As he passed by Hufflepuff’s long table, Cedric said kindly. At this time, his fisted hands had been released, adjusting his emotions. Accepting this result frankly, he seemed very graceful.

"I just got better luck." Malfoy said modestly, his heart a little complicated: "The warrior seat that everyone is rushing to, who can think of what will happen in the future after getting it?"

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It's just that this "exchange" is known to Malfoy himself. If you say it, it will only be regarded as a crazy talk similar to Professor Trelawney's practice, and may be understood by the people in front of him. "ridicule".

"You have to thank me very much. If I hadn't become a warrior, I would have been replaced by you, but I would have died." Once such words are said, no matter how well-mannered people are, they can't stay angry.

"Great!" When the noise finally subsided, Dumbledore exclaimed happily, "Well, now our three warriors have been selected. I know I can trust all of you, including cloth Sparton and Durmstrang’s other students, you will definitely support your warriors with all your strength. By cheering on the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event——"

But Dumbledore stopped talking suddenly, and everyone saw what attracted his attention.

The flame in the goblet turned red again. Sparks splashed out cracklingly. A long tongue of fire suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was raised on it.

Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand subconsciously and grabbed the parchment. He held it far away, staring at the name written on it. After a long silence, Dumbledore stared at the note in his hand, and everyone in the auditorium stared at Dumbledore. Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and said aloud--

"Harry Potter."

Beside the staff seat, the crazy-eyed Moody with his head buried in a nap, at this moment, suddenly opened his eyes, with an imperceptible smile on the corners of his mouth, and then quickly opened his eyes again, like I fell asleep again.

No one would believe that Mr. Moody, who has always been decent, would show such a "treacherous" expression.

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