Chapter 569
Warrior Selection 3
Chapter 569 Warrior Selection 3
"Didn't you notice?" Padma rolled her eyes at him and said unhappily, "Mando didn't bring any girls with him."
A few people looked at it and found that it was indeed the case. This was the only case among several schools.
"Mando didn't recruit girls?" Michael asked.
"How could that be? Magical abilities are the same for both men and women," Padma said angrily. "Only humans would do this! Some people simply can't get a fair chance because of their gender!"
"How can this be?" Michael frowned and said, "Everyone should be able to grow freely and have equal opportunities to show their talents, rather than being defined by gender to determine what they can and cannot do."
"Yes, that's right." Padma's eyes lit up, she glanced at Michael, then lowered her head to cover up, and whispered, "Luckily I came to Hogwarts."
"Aketim School——"
As the two spoke, Dumbledore had already received the new name.
"Zahid Al Faris!"
A boy with black curly hair walked straight towards the cabin.
"Leila bin Rashid!"
The girl with dark brown hair stood up, her amber eyes scanning the surroundings before she walked forward.
"Rahma Abu Ali!"
This was a boy with particularly prominent cheekbones, and he walked through the aisle in silence.
"There's only one school left!" Anthony subconsciously clenched his fists and said something nonsense.
Michael started banging the table again, shaking his legs and muttering to himself.
The auditorium suddenly fell silent. Everyone almost forgot to applaud Rahma. Their eyes were fixed on the cup whose flame turned back into blue and white.
Then, the flames turned red, and tongues of fire shot high into the sky. A piece of parchment was sent out along the tip of the flames.
Dumbledore reached out to take it, looked at it, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
He raised his eyes and announced, "The Champion of Hogwarts - Weed Grey!"
"Ved, it's you! It's you! I knew it was you!"
The cheers from the Ravenclaws were deafening. Michael slammed the table hard. Anthony stood up immediately, pulled Wade up and hugged him tightly, shouting happily, "That's great!"
Even students from several other colleges were cheering, and Dumbledore had to shout "Silence" twice before everyone quieted down a little so that he could announce the name of the second warrior.
"Cedric Diggory!"
"boom--"
The Hufflepuffs burst into even louder screams and applause, as if they were competing with the previous one. Many Hufflepuffs jumped up and down with joy, screaming, stamping their feet, and even wished they could jump onto the table.
Cedric stood up with a bright smile and hugged and high-fived everyone around him.
At this time, Dumbledore also got the third name. The smile on his face paused slightly, then he cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "Harry Potter!"
Harry, with a face full of surprise, was almost drowned by the crowd. The Gryffindors were even more excited. The cheers were getting louder and louder. Amid the thunderous applause, the hall seemed to have exploded.
Slytherin, who had not yet produced a champion, seemed particularly silent. Those who were originally applauding hesitantly put their hands down under the gazes of others. After the noise completely died down, Dumbledore stretched out his palm and made a pressing gesture, and the hall gradually became quiet.
"Okay, I understand your excitement. But for now, please return the freedom to our warriors - Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch need to talk to them about the game."
There were bursts of laughter in the auditorium. The three of them finally got rid of the enthusiastic hugs and handshakes, and walked quickly towards the cabin while adjusting their torn robes.
Wade felt as if all eyes were staring at their backs. Even though most of those eyes were harmless, the feeling of being watched by a group of people made people feel uneasy.
They walked through the door and came to a smaller room at the back. Portraits of wizards were hung on the walls on both sides. Some of the warriors who had been chosen were sitting by the fireplace, some were standing against the wall, and some were talking in a low voice with their companions.
After the three came in, everyone looked at them. Fleur Delacour raised her eyebrows, glanced at the thirteen-year-old girl, Chinatsu Asada, from the magic institute, and said:
"Oh~ Two more kids are here."
She didn't mean any harm, but the tone of her voice made people feel particularly arrogant and a little frivolous.
Vader/Harry: "..."
What a shame for such a pretty face!
A moment later, the auditorium behind him suddenly became noisy. It sounded like the dinner was over and the students were leaving.
After a while, the door was pushed open again and two officials from the Ministry of Magic walked in.
Bagman walked as if he had springs under his feet and was smiling widely, but Crouch looked a little bored, as if he didn't want to be there at all.
"Very good, very good. All the warriors have been selected." Bagman said loudly, "This proves that in your respective schools, at least among the students who registered, you are the three best!"
"Me...me too..."
Harry murmured silently, with an expression as if he was in a dream, as if he had not yet accepted the reality that he really had become a warrior.
Of course, he had imagined this scene, but he knew that he was not Wade, and there were so many outstanding people in the school... Especially the students in grades six and seven, who had mastered so many powerful magics...
Let alone Fred and George, Harry didn't dare to say that he was definitely better than them... When he fought with Malfoy, they were often evenly matched...
Harry's mind was filled with all sorts of chaotic voices, and he vaguely heard Bagman's next words -
"You are bound by a magical contract. Anyone selected by the Goblet of Fire must participate in this league competition, but they may not make it to the end..."
"What does this mean?" Viktor Krum's thick eyebrows slightly frowned. "Someone wants to leave the game?"
"Yes, new participating schools, new warriors, and new rules." Bagman stroked his chin and said with a smile: "We adopted an elimination system for this league. Only sixteen people can enter the second round."
Everyone's expressions suddenly became tense.
In past Triwizard tournaments, no matter what the previous results were, the three warriors would compete to the end, and everyone had a chance to make a comeback.
But in this league, obviously... everyone only has one chance to fail, and even after the first event, some schools' three warriors may all be eliminated.
They couldn't imagine what kind of criticism they would face when they returned if that happened.
The air seemed to freeze in an instant, and the room, which had been faintly noisy, suddenly became dead silent, and everyone felt a huge pressure.
(End of this chapter)