HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 307

Not to mention those weird adults with different thoughts, Alison was taken away by Dumbledore in the morning.

Dumbledore sat in the headmaster's office, fingertips together, expression serious, and said: "Alison, we need to have a good talk."

Alison felt that she was in trouble, so she quickly sat on the other side, squeezed away from Grindelwald, and started to act like a spoiled child: "Dad, I just said it casually this morning~"

Grindelwald calmly pushed back with his arm.

Dumbledore was unmoved by the coquetry.

"You did say it casually, but you said it too casually! That's an Unforgivable Curse, and you encouraged your classmates to use it?! You taught Harry the Imperius Curse before, and I won't pursue it any further. After all, Harry could be in danger at any time, but Mr. Weasley..."

The little red-haired wizard sighed sadly at the chanting and quickly interrupted: "Oh! There won't be a next time~"

The old principal emphasized: “I hope so.”

Alison picked up a lemon snowman from the table and used it to cover her father's mouth.

The sweet and sour taste of the lemon sherbet blossomed on the tip of his tongue. Dumbledore could no longer keep a straight face and could only sigh helplessly.

"If you become a warrior, don't use the Unforgivable Curse on me in the competition. Also, after you successfully register, don't think about playing pranks. You have to prepare well. After all, this is a dangerous competition, and you represent Hogwarts."

Alison's eyes rolled.

She believed that after the Warriors roster was released tonight, her father would no longer have the heart to say that to her.

...But it is also possible that the preaching will be replaced with stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots.

……

There have been banquets for two consecutive days, and everyone has become a little desensitized.

The rich and delicious food at the Halloween dinner could not stimulate the taste buds of the little wizards, and no one had the heart to dress up for Halloween.

Anxious and anxious emotions spread among the crowd. Almost everyone wanted to quickly finish the much-anticipated Halloween dinner so that they could find out who the warriors from the three schools were.

A ghost at the next table couldn't resist the little wizard's pleading and started talking about the Triwizard Tournament he had witnessed.

The Bloody Baron of Slytherin is more...

Hmm, aloof? Introverted? Autistic?

Anyway, he didn't say a word.

Alison, who already knew the answer that the Goblet of Fire would spit out, was confident of victory. She leisurely enjoyed the delicious French fish soup and listened to the little Slytherin snakes around her praying earnestly that the champion would come from their own house.

The news that Alison had managed to cross the age limit and signed up spread from the lobby this morning, and she unexpectedly became the hot candidate for the Warriors among the little animals.

Although there are still people who insist on using age as an excuse, when it comes to Allison's ability, everyone agrees, there is no dispute, and everyone can only shut up.

Finally, the faculty and staff finished their dinner.

The tableware was clean again, and the leftovers were secretly removed by the house-elves.

Dumbledore stood up.

Everyone, including foreign guests, professors, and ghosts, looked expectant.

Grindelwald's eyelids twitched, and his transparent right eye suddenly foresaw the relevant scene.

[He stood in front of a bright red Chinese fireball and fought with the fire dragon.

Apparently, it's one of the matches in the Triwizard Tournament. 】

He was surprised and confused, but Dumbledore had already stood up and was about to announce the list of warriors loudly.

"The Goblet of Fire is close to making its decision, probably in a minute. Listen, after the Champions are announced, I want them to go... into the next room - where the Champions will receive their initial instruction."

The Elder Wand extinguished most of the candles in the hall, leaving only a few decorative pumpkin lanterns still struggling to hold on - at least the atmosphere was there, dim and mysterious.

As he spoke, the Goblet of Fire matched the atmosphere and emitted a dazzling light.

Now, the Goblet of Fire in the entrance hall is the most conspicuous thing.

Sparks flew, and the blue-white flames were almost blinding.

Everyone stared at it, waiting anxiously...

Until the flame suddenly turned red.

Sparks flew with unprecedented violence, as if someone had added a large lump of carbon.

A tongue of fire shot up into the air, bringing out a piece of burnt parchment from the Goblet of Fire. Dumbledore caught it steadily and saw it clearly in the bright light of the flame.

"The champion of Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!"

The beautiful half-Veela girl shook her smooth and beautiful silver hair arrogantly, and walked towards the small door gracefully and lightly according to the route Dumbledore had just said.

There were a few people from Beauxbatons who were so sad and disappointed when they were not selected that they buried their heads in their arms and burst into tears.

A few seconds later, the flame that had turned blue and white after the parchment was sprayed out turned red again, and the same steps were repeated to select a person.

"...?!"

Dumbledore, who was always calm and composed, suddenly fell silent.

He held the note far away and stared at the words on it. For a moment he suspected that his eyes were blurry - he even felt his arms trembling slightly.

Gellert Grindelwald

Durmstrang

After doubting his life once again, he subconsciously turned around in disbelief and looked at Grindelwald.

The old devil spread his hands with a complicated look, and that expression clearly said - I also want to ask why the little bastard did this!

The old principal turned his gaze to Alison below, with more condemnation and accusation in his eyes.

This naughty kid specifically asked about the spell on the Goblet of Fire last night. Is that his idea...

It is even more likely that the note was placed right under his nose, which is tantamount to a direct provocation.

Wait, he remembered throwing it twice...

Alison had an expression that said "I know nothing, I'm just an innocent little kitten" with a look of gloating in her eyes as she enjoyed the reactions of the two fathers who were pranked.

Because Dumbledore was slow to announce it, the crowd had already started to whisper. Craft was fine, and would not urge Mr.'s husband, the male owner of the Saint. However, Madam Maxime was obviously a little impatient, and looked at the silent Dumbledore strangely.

The flame of the Goblet of Fire turned red again, and it was obvious that another note was about to burst out.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and announced the information on the note with difficulty.

"Ahem... Then, the champion of Durmstrang is Gellert Grindelwald."