Professor Vampire.

Chapter 245: Warriors roster released

"Professor Dracula, why are you here?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Obviously, I'm here to have fun." Dracula turned around and faced the three little wizards, saying happily.

"Fun? What fun is there here?" Hermione looked a little confused.

"What else could it be? Of course it's Hagrid." Ron muttered in a low voice, "Poor Hagrid, Professor Dracula made fun of him..."

Why does this sentence sound familiar?

Dracula glanced at Ron.

"Actually, Hagrid came to see me last night... Well, to ask me how I take care of my image." He said with interest, "At that time, I realized that there was fun to be found in him, and today I came here to see that it was true."

"So... Professor, have you told Hagrid how you take care of your image?" Hermione said expectantly.

"Of course, I'm still very helpful... So I told him not to take care of it, and it became like this naturally." Dracula said, "Yes, Miss Granger, Hagrid's eyes at that time were similar to yours now, obviously he didn't believe me."

Hermione nodded in approval.

She didn't believe that Professor Dracula could maintain his current good looks without taking care of it.

"But I didn't expect that if he didn't believe me, it would be fine, but what kind of operation would it be to deal with his hair like me..." Dracula seemed to be a little amused, "Now it's a bit weird."

"It's a bit of a subtle description to say it's weird, professor." Ron corrected beside him, "Hagrid now looks like a kettle with a broom stuck in the bottle mouth."

"Ron!" Hermione glared at him, "It's so rude to talk like that!"

"Although it does look like it..." Harry muttered in a low voice.

Dracula looked at Ron with a strange expression.

I have to admit that he understands metaphors...

"Okay, stop chatting here," Dracula waved his hand and said to the three little wizards, "If you don't go back to the Halloween dinner, the Goblet of Fire may have already selected the champions."

...

Before Harry, Ron and Hermione could react, Dracula disappeared in an instant.

They wanted to ask Hagrid how he was played around, but now they could only leave the lawn near Hagrid's hut in dismay and walk back to the hall.

When the three little wizards walked into the candlelit hall, it was almost full of people -

The Goblet of Fire had been moved from the entrance hall to the professor's seat, right in front of Dumbledore's tall chair.

They noticed that the white beards on Fred and George's chins were gone, and their chins became smooth again. It can only be said that Madam Pomfrey's medical skills are as excellent as ever.

The twins seemed to have accepted their defeat and were trying to trick others into joining their bet to guess who would be the champion of Hogwarts.

"I really hope it's Angelina." Fred said as Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down, "But we've already bet on Harry to be the champion of Hogwarts to help him out... It would be a bit of a bummer for Harry to put Angelina down."

"Don't be ridiculous," Harry said with an embarrassed expression, "I didn't even put my name in the Goblet of Fire."

"Oh, yes." George sighed in disappointment, "We wanted you to try the aging potion we worked so hard to make, but we didn't expect that the age line was so tricky that it didn't even give us a chance."

"Stop talking, the banquet is about to start," Hermione reminded, "and we'll soon know who will be chosen as the champion of Hogwarts."

Today's Halloween dinner seemed to last much longer than usual.

Perhaps because there were banquets for two consecutive days, the young wizards did not seem to like the elaborately prepared sumptuous dishes as usual.

Of course, the bigger reason was that the students in the hall were constantly looking forward, and every face showed an anxious expression.

It seemed as if there were nails on their chairs. They were all fidgeting and stood up from time to time to look at Dumbledore in the middle of the professor's seat——

The old headmaster's slow chewing made the young wizards particularly impatient. They wanted him to finish the food on the plate quickly and announce which four students would be selected as the final warriors.

Finally, all the golden plates on the four long tables returned to their original spotless state, and the voices of discussion in the hall suddenly increased a lot.

Then, Dumbledore stood up, and the hall suddenly became silent again.

Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on both sides of Dumbledore looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else, while Professor Hicks looked indifferent, as if he was still savoring the dishes just now.

In addition to several headmasters, Ludo Bagman, who came to watch the opening ceremony, smiled and winked at the students of various magic schools, while Mr. Crouch looked uninterested, even a little bored.

"Well, the goblet will make a decision," Dumbledore said, looking at the Goblet of Fire, "It is expected to take another minute."

"Everyone listen carefully, after the names of the champions are announced, I hope they can go to the front of the hall, walk along the staff seats, and enter the next room-"

He pointed to the door behind the staff seats, "-there they will get preliminary guidance on this four-strong competition."

Dumbledore then took out his wand and waved it in the air.

In an instant, except for the dim candles in the pumpkin lanterns, the rest of the bright candles that illuminated the entire hall went out, and the hall suddenly fell into a state of half light and half dark.

At the same time, the Goblet of Fire emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything else in the entire hall, and the blue-white flames with sparks were almost dazzling.

Everyone endured the blinding light, stared with eyes wide open, and waited...

"One minute is almost up." Someone at the Gryffindor table glanced at the clock and whispered.

The next moment, the flame in the goblet suddenly turned red, and crackling sparks splashed out.

Then, a tongue of fire leaped into the air, and a piece of parchment with burnt edges flew out from it - except for the edge of the paper, the inside was intact, and it was clearly the slips of paper with names thrown in!

Everyone in the hall held their breath.

Dumbledore stretched his hand high and caught the parchment accurately.

Then he held the slip of paper far away and looked at the name on it by the light of the flame - the flame returned to blue and white at this time.

"Well, the first champion is born! This is a champion of Durmstrang," he said in a clear and powerful tone, "Viktor Krum!"

Applause and cheers swept the entire hall in an instant.

Viktor Krum stood up from the Slytherin table, looking listless and unsurprised, and walked in the direction Dumbledore had said before.

He walked forward along the professor's seat and entered the next room from the door in front.

"It's not surprising that Krum can be a champion!" Ron shouted loudly.

Seeing Krum elected, he seemed to be more excited than Krum himself.

"Great, Viktor!" Karkaroff shouted in a loud voice, and although the applause in the hall was loud, everyone could still hear his voice, "I know you are destined to be a champion!"

Even the other Durmstrang students were not too surprised, at most they showed a little disappointment.

It can be seen that Krum was the most likely candidate to become a champion in their hearts.

After the applause, the chatter, cheers and discussions gradually subsided.

Now everyone's attention was focused on the goblet again.

After a few seconds, the flame turned red again - the second parchment jumped out of the cup under the push of the flame.

"This time it's the champion of Beauxbatons," Dumbledore glanced at the note and read aloud, "Fleur Delacour!"

"It's her, Ron!" Harry patted Ron's arm heavily.

The girl who looked like a veela stood up gracefully, shook her silver hair, and walked lightly between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

"Fleur... Her name is Fleur Delacour, what a beautiful name." Ron seemed stunned, and kept muttering in his mouth.

"Oh, look, everyone else is disappointed." Hermione said in the noise without even looking at Fleur.

She raised her chin to the other representatives of Beauxbatons - two girls who were not chosen were in tears, burying their heads in their arms and crying sadly.

When Fleur Delacour, who looked like a veela, also entered the next room, the hall fell silent again.

Everyone was waiting for the next champion, wondering if it would be from Invermorny... or Hogwarts?

The flames turned red again.

Dumbledore caught the note that popped out and read loudly:

"The champion of Invermorny is John Kowalski!"

John Kowalski, who was sitting at the Hufflepuff table, stood up and hugged all the Invermorny students one by one, then rubbed the head of Rolf, who was sitting next to him and sulking, and strode to the front of the hall.

Dumbledore seemed to know this boy, and smiled and nodded to John who was walking towards him.

Harry had some impression of him. He remembered that this Invermorny boy should be Rolf Scamander's cousin.

Speaking of which, this Invermorny warrior should be the most low-key one among the three warriors who have been selected.

Needless to say, Viktor Krum, as a genius seeker of the Bulgarian Quidditch team, and a player who personally ended this Quidditch World Cup, his popularity can almost cover the entire auditorium.

Although Fleur Delacour is not as famous as Krum, her veela-like attraction and her beautiful face can naturally bring her great momentum.

She has only been in Hogwarts for one day, and a large number of students remember her.

In contrast, John Kowalski, who has a funny mustache and an unremarkable appearance, seems very ordinary.

When John also entered the next room, the auditorium became quiet again, and this time the silence was filled with a strong excitement that could be tasted.

Now it was the turn of the Hogwarts warrior...

At this time, under the expectant gaze of many young wizards of Hogwarts, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks flew, and the flames jumped high into the air.

Dumbledore pulled out the fourth parchment from the tip of the flame.

"The Hogwarts warrior--" he read aloud,

"Cedric Diggory!"

The cheers at the Hufflepuff table were deafening!

Every Hufflepuff student was jumping up and down, screaming and stamping their feet. As the most populous college in Hogwarts, every little badger felt proud and added fuel to the warm atmosphere in the hall with practical actions.

Cedric walked past them with a bright smile on his face.

Professor Sprout, who was sitting in the professor's seat, blushed with joy, hugged Professor Flitwick, who was sitting on a pile of books next to him, and kissed him.

Professor Flitwick's face also turned red, and he looked at Dracula on the other side for help, but Dracula had no intention of helping him at all, and instead looked at him with an expression of watching a show.

Professor McGonagall seemed a little disappointed that the Gryffindor student did not become a warrior, but she immediately became happy again and applauded Cedric.

Snape was not as generous as Professor McGonagall. He glanced in the direction of the Slytherin table with dissatisfaction, as if blaming the Slytherin prefect, why Warrington did not become a warrior representing Hogwarts.

The cheers for Cedric lasted for a long time.

After a long time, Dumbledore let everyone calm down and listen to him.

"Great!" When the noise finally died down, Dumbledore said happily, "Now our four champions have been selected. I can understand everyone's excitement. I hope that everyone will go all out to support the champions from your schools!"

"Those who are not selected as champions don't have to be disappointed. By cheering for the champions, you will also make a great contribution to this semi-final competition--"

But the next moment, Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking.

The students in the audience also saw what attracted his attention--

To everyone's surprise, the flame in the goblet turned red again. Sparks burst out with crackling, and a long tongue of fire suddenly jumped into the air, and a piece of parchment with burnt edges flew out from it.

Dumbledore seemed to subconsciously stretch out a slender hand and grab the parchment.

He held it far away and stared at the name written on it.

The hall fell into a long silence. Dumbledore stared at the note in his hand. Everyone in the hall stared at Dumbledore, and everyone's expression was extremely puzzled.

Finally, in the silence, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud-

"Harry Potter."