Under the nervous gaze of many eyes, the blue and white fire in the Goblet of Flame instantly turned red, and crackling Mars splashed out.

A tongue of flame jumped into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from it, and the flame in the goblet returned to blue and white again.

Dumbledore took the parchment and identified the words on it through the fire.

"Dermstrong's Warrior—" he said in a clear and powerful tone, "Wickdor Krum!"

Applause and cheers swept through the auditorium, and someone was yelling: "It's not surprising at all! Only he has this ability!"

Crum stood up from the Slytherin table, walked towards Dumbledore listlessly, and then followed the staff table into the next room.

"Great, Wickdor!" Kakarov shouted, "You are destined to be a warrior!"

The professors on the staff chair also smiled and applauded. Moody was expressionless, Mr. Crouch was serious, but Ludo Bagmann's expression was a bit strange.

When the applause gradually subsided, the flames turned red again, and another note of paper jumped out.

"The Warrior of Busbaton," Dumbledore declared, "it's Fleur Delakure!"

The beautiful girl who looked like a Feva stood up gracefully, shook her long silver hair, walked over lightly, and entered the small door.

The other students of Boothbaton lowered their heads in disappointment, and two girls burst into tears, buried their heads in their arms and sobbed.

Then, the auditorium became quiet again and everyone held their breath.

Daphne clenched her fist tightly, leaned forward, staring at the flames in the goblet, her fingers turned white by her.

Finally, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, and Dumbledore took out the third parchment from the flames.

"The Warriors of Hogwarts—" he shouted, "Cedric Diggory!"

The Hufflepuff students jumped up and down and cheered, everyone screamed, stomped their feet, and their voices were deafening.

Cedric stood up from the Hufflepuff table and walked into the cabin next door. This was a handsome boy with a bright smile on his face.

Daphne sighed deeply, opened her mouth to Brian, but didn't know what to say.

Brian frowned and looked at the faculty seat. The professors smiled and applauded naturally. There was nothing on Moody and Crouch's faces, but the expression on Ludo's face seemed to be bad?

"How could this happen?" Brian asked himself, "My confusion curse has expired?"

At this time, the flames in the goblet turned red again, Mars were splashing everywhere, and another note of paper spewed out.

Dumbledore subconsciously reached out his hand and grabbed the parchment, his expression solidified.

Then, he cleared his throat and said loudly: "Demstrong, Berisha Beasley!"

A Dermstrong boy who was lazily leaning on the chair bounced up as if he had been touched with electricity, opened his mouth wide in surprise and stared at Dumbledore blankly.

There was no applause, and there was a buzzing discussion in the auditorium, like countless angry bees singing.

Dumbledore frowned slightly and looked at Kakarov, but at this time Kakarov's mouth was so wide that it could stuff an egg.

"The fourth warrior? Kakarov, I don't know that there are two warriors in a school!" Mrs. Maxim's chest was fluttering violently, and she looked down at Kakarov in anger.

Professor McGonagall also said angrily: "This is cheating!"

Kakarov said blankly: "It's not me! I don't know this! Demstrong's warrior is Wickor Krum!"

Dumbledore paused and continued to shout, "Berissa Beasley, please come here and go to that door!"

Berisha walked over with a bitter look, looking a little dejected, but it looked a little similar to Krum's expression. He walked into the room.

However, things are not over yet.

While several professors were condemning Kakarov, the flames in the Goblet of Fire turned red again, and another note of paper spewed out.

Dumbledore took it, paused, and whispered again: "Bothbarton, Christy Brand!"

A girl with red eyes raised her head in surprise and looked at Dumbledore with tears in her eyes, obviously not reacting.

Finally, she walked into the Warriors' room with a confused look on her face. Ms. Maxim, who was condemning Kakarov, closed her mouth, while the Goblet of Fire was still churning.

Another tongue of flame spewed out, Dumbledore stared at the name on the note for a long time and said, "Hogwarts, Harry Potter."

Harry looked at Dumbledore in confusion, and the news broke out completely. A buzzing discussion sounded again in the auditorium.

"I didn't throw my name in," Harry said blankly.

Ron and Hermione opened their mouths wide, as if they were looking at some prehistoric monster.

"Go, Harry." Hermione urged quietly, pushing him gently.

Harry stood up as if he had woken up in a dream, stumbled towards the door, and finally disappeared into it.

Draco lifted the hat on his head, put it aside, showing a gritting expression.

Daphne and Astoria opened their mouths slightly in a daze, their eyes widened, and their expressions were exactly the same.

Brian touched his nose and smiled and whispered: "Things have become interesting..."

Before the surprise had faded, the Goblet of Flame spewed out another note.

The auditorium was silent, and everyone stared at the Goblet of Fire in a daze. The atmosphere was as heavy as if he was holding a funeral.

"Dermstrong, Teria Clark!"

At the Slytherin's long table, where Demstrong's side was, a dark-haired and brown-skinned girl stood up and walked silently towards the door.

In the faculty seat, the professors expressed their serious expressions and their lips were pursed tightly.

Another note.

“Bothbaton, Cecilia Lopez.”

At the long table of Ravenclaw, another girl who was still crying with her lips pursed and stood up, hurriedly running into the room.

Next, another note of paper spewed out high, and Brian narrowed his eyes.

Dumbledore distinguished at the fire and shouted: "Hogwarts, Brian Fley!"

Draco stared at Brian in a daze, his expression mixed with envy and horror. The candy that Crab and Gole quietly hid in their hands fell off.

Daphne clapped and the applause seemed lonely in the auditorium, and then Astoria and Breth slapped their palms a few times.

Brian smiled at Daphne, stood up, glanced at the expressions of the people in the staff seat, walked past Dumbledore with serious expressions and the professors staring at him. All the little wizards stared at him, their eyes as if they were about to burn people through.

Before Brian entered the room, the blue and white flames of the Goblet of Fire were completely extinguished.

He walked into a small room full of portraits of the wizard, and the flames in the fireplace were burning vigorously. All the warriors gathered around the fire, divided into three groups based on their respective schools, and whispered to each other.

Harry and Cedric looked at each other, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

When Brian walked in, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, showing his eyes as if he had seen a savior. He was finally not the most special one.

"Have the Warriors finished?" Fleur Delacour asked with a sarcastic expression.

"It should be. When I came in, the Goblet of Fire had just gone out." Brian said with a smile.

"So, nine warriors?" said the girl from Demstrong.

Brian leaned his shoulders against the wall, looking quite interested.

No matter what, this triple competition will become quite interesting.

There was a burst of busy footsteps behind the door, and Ludo Bagman muttered: "It's so bizarre! Nine Warriors, this is impossible!"

"Perhaps, we should choose the Warriors in the first round to participate in the Triumph." Kakarov suggested angrily, "What did that crazy cup do!"

"No, once chosen by the Goblet of Fire, you must stick to it. This is a magical contract that must be followed," Dumbledore said.

"Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore looked at Harry and Brian.

"I don't, professor!" Harry said loudly.

"I have it, professor." Brian said innocently.

He seemed to feel Dumbledore glaring at him, and Harry looked at him with a dumb look on his face.

"I don't know how this situation happened." Dumbledore said in silence, "but in my opinion we have no choice but to accept it."

"But..." The expression on Kakarov's face was not very good.

"In fact, this is not difficult to accept, at least barely fair." Dumbledore said slowly, "and the most unfair thing should be Hogwarts, because we have two warriors under the age, Kakarov."

Kakarov stopped talking, Ms. Maxim's eyes flashed.

"Very good, then..." Ludo Bagman said, "Our nine Warriors, maybe the rules of the game can be changed..."

"There is no doubt that this will be an unprecedented three-strong competition!" he said excitedly.
Chapter completed!