Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God - Vol 7 Chapter 48

“You wait.”

After Hagrid poured the hot tea into Clark’s cup, he couldn’t hold it any longer, and smiled flamboyantly at the children.

“Just wait and see, this time you will see something you have never seen before.

I just can’t believe they would spend so much money on this.

The first item was… ah, I shouldn’t have said it. ”

“Go on, Hagrid!” Harry and Ron urged, but Hagrid shook his head and grinned.

“I don’t want to spoil your fun,” he said, “you’ll be surprised by then, those warriors have something to do, I never thought I’d see the Triwizard Tournament resume in my life. !”

Harry and Ron spent the next time trying to pry Hagrid’s mouth open.

It’s just that this time his jar-like mouth is much tighter, and he won’t let go in the face of all kinds of inquiries from Harry and Ron.

This made Clark wonder if he had been enchanted with secrecy.

And just like that, they had lunch with Hagrid in anticipation, but they didn’t eat much – Hagrid made them a pot of what he said was a steak hodgepodge, and Hermione dug it out of hers. got a big paw.

Now, she, Clark, Neville, and Ron and Harry all had no appetite.

Still, they sat with Hagrid all afternoon, speculating about which participants might be chosen as warriors, and worrying about whether Fred’s beard had fallen off.

By four o’clock in the afternoon, it was raining lightly in the sky, and the sky became much gloomier.

Clark and the others sat by the warm fire, listening to the rain lightly knocking on the glass windows, and had to get up to pack and prepare to return to the castle.

After all, in this weather, they didn’t want to wait for the mud that they would step on and walk back.

“I’ll go with you,” said Hagrid, setting aside his darned socks. “Wait a minute, and I’ll have to help set up the auditorium first.”

He stood up, walked over to the chest of drawers by the bed, and began to look for something in it.

Clark and the others didn’t pay much attention at first, until a particularly unpleasant smell got into their nostrils, and they didn’t realize that something was wrong.

“Hagrid, what is that?” Neville asked, coughing.

“What?” Hagrid turned around, holding a large bottle in his hand. “Don’t you like it?”

“Is that a body lotion you put on after shaving?”

Hermione asked in a suffocated voice, she couldn’t hold it any longer, and immediately used wind spells to make an air hood on her head to isolate these unpleasant smells.

“Well—it’s cologne,” Hagrid muttered, blushing, “probably spilled too much,”

He said hoarsely, “I’ll wash it off, wait…”

With that, he walked out of the hut with heavy steps, rubbing his face desperately in the bucket outside the window.

“Cologne?” Ron asked in surprise. “Has Hagrid gone crazy? Why is he using that stuff?”

“And what about his hair and suit?” Harry asked in a low voice, too.

“Isn’t that obvious enough?” Hermione suddenly looked out the window. “Look!”

Outside the window, Hagrid, who was washing his face, had straightened up and turned around.

If he blushed just now, then his face now looks like a lobster that has just been cooked, because there is still steam on it.

Clark and the others leaned against the window, stood up cautiously, kept from Hagrid’s sight, and secretly looked out the window.

They saw that Mrs. Maxime, the headmaster of Beauxbatons, and her own students were just getting out of the carriage, and they seemed to be going to the castle for a banquet.

Hagrid approached cautiously, they couldn’t hear what Hagrid was saying, but when he was talking to Madame Maxime, the fascinated, foggy expression in his eyes could still be seen clearly.

That expression was exactly the same as when Hagrid looked at the newly hatched little dragon Nobeta.

“He’s just gone?” said Hermione in disbelief. “I thought he was waiting for us, but he’s going to the castle with her!”

Outside the window, after chatting for a while, Madame Maxime turned and walked towards the castle. Hagrid followed her step by step, without even looking back at his cabin.

Beauxbatons’ students followed them, trotting to keep up with their strides.

“He’s in love with her!” said Ron in disbelief.

Everyone else nodded together, “It’s obvious, Hagrid is in love.”

“But it’s normal,” Hermione analyzed calmly. “After all, it’s not easy to find a lady who suits Hagrid’s size.”

They looked out the window together, and from a distance, Hagrid and Madame Maxime were almost the same height.

“Ah, then if they have kids, it’s going to be a world record,” Ron couldn’t help joking, “—I bet each of their kids will weigh a ton.”

A few people chatted and laughed, they went out of the hut by themselves and closed the door.

Unexpectedly, it was already so dark outside, so everyone wrapped their cloaks tighter and walked up the **** of the lawn, still talking about Hagrid.

“I have to admit, those French girls are great, and it’s not surprising that Hagrid is fascinated.” Ron said with a smile.

Hermione glanced at him, and immediately guessed what this guy was thinking, “Then others have to look at him. Wishful thinking can only be called unrequited love.”

Ron didn’t hear the words in her words, and continued, “That’s not certain, after all, it should be difficult for the headmistress to meet a man of the same size as her, and Hagrid is also very masculine. Well.”

Speaking of this, Hermione thought of the smell of the cologne she had just smelled in the cabin, and no longer had the desire to speak.

When they got to the lake, they saw Durmstrang’s delegation just disembarking from the boat.

“Oh, here they are, look!” whispered Ron happily.

Viktor Krum and Karkaroff walked side by side, and the other Durmstrang students sparsely followed.

Ron looked at Krum excitedly, but Krum passed in front of them without looking sideways and walked straight into the main entrance without looking at them.

When they entered the candlelit auditorium, there were scattered people sitting inside, waiting for the dinner to begin.

The professors were busy setting up the Halloween decorations. The four long college tables that were originally placed side by side were now moved to the edge of the auditorium.

Because of this change, a large space was left in front of the staff desk, which was Dumbledore’s seat.

On the ground of the open space, in the center of a circular engraved hexagram, the Goblet of Fire that had been placed in the hall before had moved there and was burning quietly.

Clark and the others found Gryffindor’s long table and found that Fred and George were already sitting there, Madam Pomfrey’s medical skills were good, and Fred’s chin had returned to its bare appearance.

“Wish it was Angelina,” Fred said as Clark, Hermione, Neville, Harry and Ron sat down.

“Me too!” said Ron, holding his breath. “Ah, we’ll find out soon!”

As time passed by, the number of people in the auditorium began to increase at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Finally, the time came to 5:30, and the Halloween dinner officially started.

One after another exquisite food appeared on the golden plate in front of them, grilled chicken, grilled steak, grilled pork chop, grilled beef tongue, fried potato wedges, fried foie gras…

A variety of delicacies are dazzling, and there are even some unnamed foreign delicacies, which look even more exquisite.

However, perhaps because of the banquet for two consecutive days, the little wizards did not like these carefully prepared and hearty dishes as usual.

They were eating food, but more of their thoughts were still on the Goblet of Fire not far away.

However, I don’t know if it’s their illusion, tonight’s Halloween dinner seems to be much longer than usual.

The people in the auditorium kept turning their necks to look out, anxious expressions on every face.

Everyone was restless and had no intention of eating, standing up every now and then to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.

Only Clark patiently served a plate of pumpkin pie, seemingly not taking it on himself at all.

Finally, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the voices in the auditorium suddenly rose a lot.

Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again.

Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on either side of Dumbledore looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else.

Ludo Bagman was smiling and winking at the students of the various schools, while Mr. Crouch looked uninterested, almost bored.

“Okay, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision,” Dumbledore’s voice was also mixed with some excitement, “I estimate it will take a minute.”

“When the warriors’ names are announced, I hope, they’ll walk up to the top of the auditorium, walk over the staff desk, and into the room next door—”

He pointed to the door behind the instructor’s desk.

“—There, they will receive initial instructions. Then, they will appear before us to complete the final heroic ritual!”

Dumbledore took out his wand and gave it a wide swing.

The next moment, except for those candles in the jack-o-lantern, the rest of the candles were extinguished, the magic ceiling above the head reflected the dark sky outside, and the entire auditorium suddenly fell into a state of semi-darkness.

Only the goblet of fire in the center of the auditorium was now shining brightly, brighter than anything in the auditorium, and the blue-white flame blazing with sparks was so dazzling.

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

“Come on,” whispered Lee Jordan, two seats away from Clark.

As if to confirm his words, the blue-white flame suddenly rose, turning into a red pillar of fire, and the crackling sparks splashed out.

Then, a tongue of flame shot into the air, and from it flew a piece of charred parchment—all the people in the auditorium held their breaths.

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,” he said in a clear and forceful tone, “is Victor Krum.”

There was polite applause from the auditorium, which was not surprising at all. Anyone could see how much Durmstrang’s principal valued him.

Victor Klum rose from the Slytherin table and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore. He turned to the right, walked along the staff desk, and entered the next room through the door.

The applause and conversation gradually subsided, and a few seconds later, in the red flames, a second piece of parchment jumped out of the cup.

“The champion of Beauxbatons,” exclaimed Dumbledore, “it’s Fleur Delacour!”

Like Krum, Fleur stood up gracefully, tossed her silver hair, and walked lightly between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

When she also entered the next room, the auditorium fell silent again, this time with a strong excitement that could be tasted.

Now it’s the Warriors’ turn at Hogwarts…

The Goblet of Fire didn’t keep them waiting, the flames turned red again, and Dumbledore drew a third parchment from the tip of the flame.

“The warriors of Hogwarts,” he exclaimed, “it’s Clark Prewett!”

boom!

The entire auditorium exploded in an instant.

Yes, no applause.

A hum started to fill the auditorium, and it seemed like countless angry bees were chirping, and some students even stood up just to see Clark better.

Whether it was Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, including Gryffindor, everyone turned to look at him.

Without him, just because he’s only in fourth grade now and is only fifteen years old, which means he’s simply not up to the qualifying line set by Dumbledore.

Professor McGonagall stood up in the guest seat, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, and whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore’s ear, Dumbledore listened, slightly wrinkled. Brows raised.

Clark turned to look at Neville and Hermione, and the classmates at the long Gryffindor table behind them all stared at him with their mouths open.

Even Ron, who was sitting next to Clark, looked at him with a kind of amazement, as if he had known Clark for the first time.

Perhaps only Hermione and Neville remained normal, and they trusted Clark anyway.

After all, in terms of strength, who among Hogwarts students is more powerful than Clark?

It’s just that before the little wizards’ emotions were further intensified, another movement attracted everyone’s attention.

The flames in the goblet turned red again, and sparks crackled. A long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, with another piece of parchment on it.

Dumbledore seemed to subconsciously stretch out a slender hand and grab the parchment. He held it far away, staring at the name written on it.

There was a long silence, Dumbledore staring at the note in his hand, and everyone in the auditorium stared at Dumbledore. Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud—

“Bruce Stewart.”