Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Chapter 294: Slightly, who is the clown now?

"Okay, the goblet is going to be decided," Dumbledore said. "I guess it will take a minute. Listen, after the warriors' names are announced, I want them to go to the top of the auditorium and follow the staff. The table walks over and into the prize room next door—"

Dumbledore pointed to the door behind the instructor's desk, "—that's where they'll get their initial instructions."

Then he took out his wand and gave it a wide swing. Immediately, except for those candles in the jack-o-lantern, the rest of the candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a state of semi-darkness.

The Goblet of Fire was shining brightly now, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-and-white flames of sparks were dazzling.

Everyone was watching, waiting... Several people kept looking at their watches...

"Hello, is the house elf here?" Just as everyone held their breath and waited quietly for the minute to pass, a sudden voice suddenly sounded——

"I want two fruit salads," Tiera said, ignoring the glances of the people around her. "Put more melons, no matter what kind of melon, watermelon, cantaloupe, or melon, you can, anyway, put more melons."

"Come on Harry, eat some fruit salad." After the house-elf handed the two fruit salads to Tiera, Tiera handed one of them to Harry, "The watermelon, cantaloupe and cantaloupe here are really Very nice and fresh."

"Oh oh ok, thank you, Tiera." Harry said—

Tiera watched Harry take the fruit salad, picked up a fork, and ate a piece of watermelon—

Next, I asked Harry Potter to perform a show of eating melon and eating himself——

Tiera thought wickedly, she forked a piece and put it in her mouth.

The flames in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and the crackling sparks spattered.

Then, a tongue of flame jumped into the air, and a piece of charred parchment flew out from it—

Everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away so that he could read the writing on it by the light of the flames. The flame then returned to blue-white again.

"Durmstrong's champion," said Dumbledore in a clear and forceful tone. "It's Victor Krum."

"No surprise at all!" Ron yelled, as applause and cheers swept the auditorium.

Harry saw Victor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and walk listlessly towards Dumbledore. He turned to the right, walked along the staff desk, and entered the next room through the door.

"Excellent, Viktor!" Karkaroff roared like a bell, and despite the loud applause in the auditorium, everyone could hear his voice, "I know you're destined to be a warrior!"

The applause and conversation gradually subsided. Everyone's attention was now on the goblet again, and after a few seconds the flames turned red again.

The second parchment leaped out of the cup, propelled by the flames.

"The champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "Florence Delacour!"

"It's her, Ron!" Harry cried, and the veela-like girl stood up gracefully, fluttering her silver hair lightly from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff walk between the tables.

"Oh, look, they're all disappointed," Hermione said amid the uproar, nodding to the other representatives of Beauxbatons. Harry thought the word "disappointment" was being used too lightly. The two unselected girls burst into tears, buried their heads in their arms, and wept bitterly.

When Fleur Delacour also entered the next room, the auditorium fell silent again, and this time there was a strong excitement that could be tasted in the silence. Now it's the turn of the Hogwarts warriors...

At this point, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks splattered, and flames shot high into the air.

"Next, the warriors of Hogwarts—"

Another note spewed out of the Goblet of Fire and landed on Dumbledore's hand—

Suddenly, Tiera felt as if something was clinging to him.

When he saw this note, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly and made a very unconcerned expression of surprise.

"The warrior of Hogwarts - Tiera Lockhart!" Dumbledore said calmly.

"Hiccup-cough-cough-"

When Tiera heard Dumbledore say his name, he sucked the piece of watermelon from his mouth into his throat—

Now it was in Katiera's throat.

Tiera had to cough a few times before coughing the watermelon back into the bowl.

Eat melons and eat your own home——

The clown is me!

For a moment, Tiera felt as if everyone in the auditorium was looking at her—

There are many caring glances, but more of them contain malicious and jealous glances.

Chattering discussions began to appear in this banquet hall.

"Tiera Lockhart!" Dumbledore called again, "please come forward."

"For the thief's sake, hurry up!" Hermione pushed Tiera.

Tiera had to put down the bowl, stood up, forced herself to pretend to be calm, and walked to Dumbledore—

At the same time, my mind was spinning rapidly.

Now that things have happened, and the contract magic of the Goblet of Fire has fallen on him, it is impossible to escape—

"Tiera, Tierra..." Dumbledore said solemnly after sighing, "You really don't let me worry... Do you know what kind of behavior you are doing?"

"Ah? I'm sorry professor, I was wrong..." Tiera habitually wanted to kneel to apologize, but suddenly Tiera froze for a moment, then turned around and faced the audience—

"Of course I know what it's doing." Tiera said with a smile, "It's Gryffindor behavior!"

There was silence in the banquet hall at first, but then, high-pitched cheers came from the long Gryffindor table—

Of course, the Weasley twins were the first to react, followed by Harry and Ron, and Hermione began to applaud helplessly—

They applauded ~lightnovelpub.net~ and whistled, even stood up to pat the table and stomp their feet, as if they were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, trying to make the atmosphere on the field hot——

And they did succeed.

Deafening, a wave of cheers spread from the long table of Gryffindor and spread to the entire banquet hall.

This wave lasted for a long time, and Dumbledore had to shout "Silence" three times before making the entire banquet hall quiet.

"Okay, very good," said Dumbledore. "Then the champions of Hogwarts have decided, Tierra Lockhart!"

"Go to Tierra, follow that road to the prize room," said Dumbledore.

"Wait a moment, Headmaster," Tiera said, "I have a few words to say at this beautiful moment."

"No! You don't want to!" Dumbledore immediately refused, conditioned reflex to reach out and grab Tiera—

But it was of no use, because Tiera had deftly escaped Dumbledore's small grab, and found the nearest bench to stand on—