Chapter 568
Warrior Selection 2
Chapter 568 Warrior Selection 2
"The warrior of Castrobusa - Digo Costa!"
A dark-skinned boy with curly hair stood up, giving Gran a bright smile.
He looked at the nervous people next to him, gave them a thumbs up and said, "I'm waiting for you in the back, come on!"
Principal Carvalho clapped vigorously, and the boy ran over and hugged his principal before walking to the room at the back of the auditorium.
"Arthur Faria!"
A boy with messy hair stood up and walked across the middle aisle while pulling at his shirt.
"Isabella Santos!"
The bronze-skinned curly-haired girl jumped up and cheered. Without noticing her classmates who wanted to celebrate with her, she ran across the aisle impatiently and caught up with Arthur in front of the hut door, knocking him into the door like a cannonball.
In addition to the applause, there was also a burst of laughter in the auditorium.
Principal Carvalho smiled and shook his head helplessly.
The flames surged, and the charred parchment flew into the air and was caught by Dumbledore again.
"The warrior of the magic house—"
A dozen students in golden robes raised their heads at the same time and looked ahead nervously.
"Ito Yasushi!"
A boy with a spiky hair let out a long sigh, stood up, and walked through the auditorium as steadily as possible. When he reached the door of the small house, he turned back and waited.
"Kitajima Tachibana!"
The black-haired girl, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, raised her head, pulled out a chair and walked out of the line. Several people beside her looked at her jealously.
"Chinatsu Asada!"
A short girl with a baby face stood up immediately. She tried hard to suppress the smile on her face and walked briskly towards the two companions in front of her.
"This is the thirteen-year-old student. I didn't expect that he would be selected..."
Vader heard someone whispering this.
Before the three figures completely disappeared from the door, the Goblet of Fire spewed out new names one after another.
"The Champion of Uagardo," Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and held the note further away before he could make out the name: "Papua Okondo!"
The applause in the auditorium paused slightly, and everyone couldn't help but gasp as they looked at the sturdy man who stood two meters tall and looked like he was thirty years old.
Then there were sounds of inhaling everywhere.
The sturdy man was used to this. He touched his bald head and strode towards the hut.
"Jabari Weaving!"
This boy is also very tall, and the most peculiar thing is that his skin color is almost pure black. As long as he closes his eyes and mouth, he can completely blend into the night.
"This guy has a great advantage in night battles." Terry said worriedly, "If he hides, who can find him?"
"Can the tracking spell find it?" Michael asked Wade.
Vader nodded and said, "Of course." He could find it without the tracking spell.
So everyone felt relieved.
"Amina Jabree!"
This time it was a girl, with her eyebrows raised and sharp eyes, looking very smart. Her thin figure exuded a sense of vitality and power when she walked, like an elegant cheetah.
Michael commented: "It feels a bit like Professor Abigail."
Anthony asked anxiously, "When is Hogwarts' turn?" "Then you have to ask the cup," said Michael.
"The warrior of Kodosdoris—Yuri Ivanov!"
This was a boy with a bear-like physique and several scars on his face. When he stood up, the applause in the auditorium paused for a moment.
He walked forward silently, not looking at anyone.
"Natalia Petrova!"
"Hey, Harry!" Ron said immediately at the Gryffindor table, "Isn't this the girl who was talking to you?"
"Yes, yes..." Harry naturally recognized her. He didn't expect that the other party would become a warrior, so he quickly applauded her vigorously.
Natalia looked at Harry and smiled, her eyes curved with kindness.
Harry subconsciously glanced at the Ravenclaw table, and seeing Qiu Zhang looking at the new champion with a smile, he couldn't help but start to look forward to it - if his name was also read out by Dumbledore, would he get the same smile.
"Olga Ras!"
A handsome red-haired boy stood up and strode forward amid the congratulations from the people around him.
"Salem College—"
Wade paused and glanced at Antoine who was sitting in the teacher's seat. He saw that Antoine was leaning forward slightly, and he seemed to be paying attention to which warriors his "own" academy would select.
However, the principal of Salem, a lady named Owens, had a calm expression and her peaceful gaze fell on her students.
Wade thought of the history of Salem Academy - originally, it was a secret society formed by the surviving witches in the witch hunt. Later, as more and more wizard children were taken in, it gradually developed into a school.
In the information Antoine gave him, it was mentioned that because the founder of the academy had a very tragic experience, to this day, students at Salem Academy learn about the cruelest part of the history of the witch hunt when they first enter school, and there is also a school-wide day of mourning every year.
It was a magic school founded on tragedy, and the scars of history still remain in the eyes of teachers and students.
"Abby Williams!"
The girl with long reddish-brown hair and a pale face stood up, but did not move. Instead, she waited silently.
"Hope Cruise!"
In the corner, a thin girl with little presence also stood up. She lowered her head, and her hanging hair almost completely blocked her eyes.
"Samuel Freeman!"
When the boy who was still holding the book stood up, the three of them walked towards the cabin together. When they passed by Principal Owens, they stopped and bowed slightly.
"Go ahead," Principal Owens said softly, "I'll be there in a minute."
"The Champion of Mandor—" Dumbledore continued in a clear voice: "Arjun Rajput!"
The dark-skinned boy stood up, looked around, and finally decided to wait for the other two people from his college.
The seated students looked at each other, trying not to show their anticipation and nervousness, but their hands on their legs were shaking slightly.
“Priya Patel!”
A boy with a high nose bridge and deep eyes stood up, exhaled secretly, then put his hands together and made a gesture of gratitude to the classmates around him.
"Ganesh Ayaan!"
A boy with a round, soft face and thick eyelashes stood up. He was obviously smaller than the other two, with obvious surprise on his face.
The three of them walked towards the hut. Padma looked at their backs and snorted, as if she was not very happy.
"What's wrong?" Michael asked hurriedly with concern: "Is there anyone you know?"
(End of this chapter)