In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

There are only three minutes left before eight o'clock.

At this time, the students at Hogwarts could no longer sit still. Everyone was surrounding Dumbledore, with nervousness and uneasiness written on their faces.

"Professor, the registration time is almost over. Where is Jon?"

George asked, looking at Dumbledore longingly.

Dumbledore's face was still so calm, as if he was not worried or nervous about this situation.

he said softly.

"Don't worry, he will definitely come back today."

"But the registration is about to end now!" Fred said loudly, "Even if Jon comes back and he doesn't throw his name into the Goblet of Fire, then it's impossible for the warrior representing Hogwarts to choose him!"

"Even if there is no Jon, aren't you all ready?" Dumbledore looked at them, "If you have to rely on Jon, then what's the point of throwing your names into the cup? ?”

His words left the students of Hogwarts speechless.

At this time, a burst of applause sounded in the center of the entire banquet hall.

Fudge, the British Minister of Magic, stood next to the Goblet of Fire, and next to him was Iniesta, the vice-president of Witchcraft.

The sound of Fudge clapping his hands suppressed all the surrounding discussions. Every wizard present turned their attention to the two people standing next to the Goblet of Fire.

"Gentlemen and ladies, the time has come. After a day of waiting, the names of the warriors from the four schools will be selected in one minute. Now it is time for us to witness this moment."

Students in every magic school were whispering excitedly, but most of the students at Hogwarts led by Dumbledore were pale.

It's not that they are resisting participating in this game on behalf of the school, but everyone knows that the strongest and most intelligent person among them is Jon. If any student can represent Hogwarts now, , then there is only Jon.

But now that the list was about to be selected, Jon still had no intention of coming to this banquet hall, which made it unacceptable for the students who were originally convinced that the warrior representing Hogwarts this time must be his students.

Their ugly expressions were also noticed by another student from Hogwarts Castle who was always paying attention here. Those pure-blood students who were wearing gorgeous and elegant ceremonial robes and always had a arrogant look on their faces were all the same. They pointed at their opponents with sneer faces, and occasionally laughed, as if they were watching a monkey performance in a circus.

Voldemort was sitting in the main seat, with no special expression on his face. He just looked at Dumbledore with a smile after Fudge finished his words.

"Do you have any questions? Professor Dumbledore."

His voice was more like a caring greeting, attracting the attention of everyone present. If it hadn't been for the meaningful ending of the last call, some people would have thought that this sentence was really asked by this man. .

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"Of course not. Today's selection went very smoothly. I think it will end in such a satisfactory way later on."

Voldemort nodded lightly.

"That's good. I thought you were waiting for some students to come and sign up, so I can be accommodating and wait another ten or twenty minutes."

"It's getting late. Everyone wants to see the final results and go back to rest, right?" Dumbledore said calmly, "Then let's let today's selection end quickly."

The conversation between them was somewhat incomprehensible. Except for the students in the Hogwarts carriage and a few insiders on Voldemort's side, no one understood what it meant to wait for a student to come over.

But no matter how many people were confused about this, after the flame in the wooden goblet suddenly turned red, everyone's eyes were focused on it.

The list of selected warriors from each school is coming out!

Crackling sparks burst out, and then a tongue of fire jumped into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from it.

Fudge caught the parchment, and at this time, the flame in the Goblet of Fire turned back to blue-white.

He adjusted his glasses, looked at the name on the parchment, and then announced loudly with a voice amplified by the amplifying spell.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons—Emile Lestrange!"

There was applause in the banquet hall. After hearing this surname, the wizards surrounding Voldemort showed knowing smiles.

The Lestrange family is a French pure-blood wizard family that has fully turned to Voldemort.

The most famous among them are naturally the two brothers Rabastan and Rodolphus. Yes, they are essentially French wizards, not British. It’s just that Rodolphus’s wife Bella is a member of the Black family, a British pure-blood wizarding family. .

Rather than all pure-blood families being as thinly populated as the Malfoy family, the Lestrange family has many family members, and there is even a family tree on their genealogy that records the names of each member.

The seventh-grade Beauxbatons student named Emile stood up from his seat, and countless flashlights shined at him. Tomorrow, the photo of this warrior who will represent Beauxbatons and Voldemort's side will appear all over Europe. On the Great Magic Daily.

Immediately afterwards, the flames in the Goblet of Fire turned red again, and another piece of burnt parchment flew out, and then fell into Iniesta's hands.

“Durmstrang’s Warrior—Diane Rozier!”

There was also a burst of warm applause. The tall female prefect who had first met Jon and the others in Durmstrang Castle stood up from her position, letting everyone see this Durmstrang. Long's warrior.

The other students around her looked at her with envious expressions, especially the boy Krum who had joined the Bulgarian national Quidditch team. He was stunned for a moment when he heard Diane's name, and then He clapped reluctantly.

At this time, the warriors of the two magic schools had been selected, but at this time everyone in the banquet hall held their breath and became quiet.

All of them knew that the real highlight was the selection of two different Hogwarts warriors.

The red flames rose again, and the parchment flew out from it again and fell into Fudge's hands.

Fudge saw the name on it. He first showed a surprised expression on his face, and then read out the name on the parchment with a smile.

"The Champion of Hogwarts Castle in England—Draco Malfoy!"

A burst of applause louder and noisier than the previous two times sounded after the name was announced.

Among the students at Hogwarts Castle, a boy with light blond hair had a blank expression on his face, but when countless flashlights illuminated his face and everyone looked at him, he It was like being wrapped in an indescribable surprise.

Draco's face flushed with excitement, and he stood up from his position proudly to show his lofty status of representing this noble and ancient school.

For the Hogwarts warriors under his control, Voldemort still had that faint smile on his face.

Next to him, a middle-aged man with long pale blond hair also had a pale face.

The purebloods around him kept saying congratulations to him, but Lucius could only show a forced smile on his face.

He hesitated, but finally couldn't help but walked to Voldemort's side, his eyes full of uneasiness, and he said nervously.

"Master. I am not worried about Draco's safety. It is of course an honor for him to be chosen. However, he is a bit too young. I am afraid that he will delay the master's plan."

"Once you are selected for that cup, you must participate, Lucius." Voldemort's voice was calm, so that he could not hear the joy and anger in it, "Do you need me to repeat this rule to you a second time?"

With trembling hands, Lucius swallowed back all the words he wanted to explain, lowered his head and retreated, returning to his position.

And when Neville and the others saw Draco standing up and giving them such a proud and provocative look, everyone's already ugly expressions became even uglier.

"It's just that he was selected. Why is he so proud?" Ron curled his lips and said.

He didn't know why, but when he saw Draco's face for the first time, he felt a sense of disgust, as if this boy was born to be incompatible with him.

No one answered his words, and all the other students stared closely at the Goblet of Fire, which turned red for the last time.

Now only the last school's warriors are left unselected.

Every Hogwarts student who throws their name into the cup is prepared. No matter who is chosen, they will not flinch and will do everything they can to win this game.

The flames rose and the parchment fell into Iniesta's hands.

Among all the people present, he was the first to know the name of this warrior.

His expression was serious, with a kind of solemnity in it. Iniesta did not read the name out immediately, but looked up at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at him calmly.

"The Champion of the British Hogwarts Carriage - Jon Green!"

His voice spread to every corner of the auditorium, and there were only a few bursts of applause around him. Most people just looked at Dumbledore with indifferent eyes, wanting to see the one who stood up in the end, this person is named Jon. ·Who are Green’s students?

However, Neville and the others were quiet, and everyone had expressions of disbelief on their faces. But soon after they reacted, there was a burst of violent cheers that seemed to knock over the ceiling of the banquet hall!

George and Fred looked at Dumbledore and McGonagall with expressions of "Sure enough, Professor, you have already arranged it." Other students were also asking each other excitedly at this time, who secretly took Jon Throw in the name?

They determined that even if the professors arranged it, they could only ask a student to throw in Jon's name, because no adult wizard had been near the Goblet of Fire all day today.

After hearing Jon's name, McGonagall immediately tightened her grip on the note in her robe pocket, and then looked at Dumbledore with a surprised look on her face.

Dumbledore did not show such a happy expression like the others. Instead, he frowned slightly, and when McGonagall looked at him, he shook his head.

"I made no such arrangements."

McGonagall always believed that Dumbledore would never lie to her.

Now that he said that, it meant that no one on their side had thrown Jon's name into the Goblet of Fire.

So why was Jon chosen?

Just when McGonagall raised this question, Dumbledore looked at Voldemort sitting on the main seat.

Voldemort still smiled like that, as if he had heard the name Jon Green for the first time.

After the cheers from the students at Hogwarts died down, Fudge's face was full of dissatisfaction with being wasted. He patrolled behind Dumbledore and said loudly.

"Who is Jon Green? Why doesn't he come forward?"

When he asked the question, the students at Hogwarts fell silent.

Only now did they think of a key question.

Although Jon is selected, what should we do if others are not available?

Under the watchful eyes of wizards from all over Europe, how can they explain that the chosen warrior is not here at all?

Dumbledore, who was sitting at the front, stood up, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

At this time, everyone discovered the problem.

"Jon is not here yet, nor did he participate in today's registration. Why does his name appear in the Goblet of Fire?"

Dumbledore asked, his eyes looking at Voldemort.

The smile on Voldemort's face faded, and he spoke calmly.

"It's really strange. A student who is not here at all has been selected, and as his principal, you actually come to ask me this question, so that everyone can hear whether you are getting older and your brain is starting to become dull?"

There was a burst of harsh laughter from the purebloods following him.

Hearing that Dumbledore was insulted, all the students at Hogwarts stood up angrily. At the same time, after seeing their actions, all the pure-blood students at Hogwarts Castle also stood up!

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the banquet hall became tense.

But Voldemort still acted so nonchalantly.

"The selection is completely over. There is no way to change the established list. I don't care about how you violated the rules and signed up for a student who is not here. What I want to know is, since this student has been selected, what will happen to him? Where? If he never shows up, will we all have to wait here for him forever? "

He stared into Dumbledore's eyes, and his tone suddenly became cold and serious.

"Don't forget, I can already give you a week!"

Fudge stood in the middle of the banquet hall with a malicious smile on his face.

"Since the selected person didn't come at all, he should be excluded directly. Anyway, there is already a Durmstrang student representing you."

His suggestion seemed to be accepted by "everyone". There was a burst of discussion in the banquet hall, but Iniesta had a dark face.

"Four schools, four warriors, these are the rules that have been set! If you change it as soon as you say it, then why is there any need to hold this game?"

"You have to figure something out, Mr. Iniesta." Fudge said innocently. "This is not because we want to change the rules, but you let a student who could not come at all participate in this selection, and he was also selected. Now there are no four schools and four warriors, there are only three warriors who can stand up. "

Voldemort held his face with one hand, crossed his legs and looked at Dumbledore.

"I don't want to embarrass you, Dumbledore. In this situation, if you make a suggestion that everyone thinks is reasonable, maybe I can accept it too?"

Dumbledore's originally calm face with suppressed anger suddenly showed a smile.

he said softly.

"No need for me to suggest anything, the Hogwarts warriors are already here."

Just as he finished speaking, a burst of orange-red light lit up in the center of the banquet hall!

Three overlapping figures emerged!

Jon, who was covered in blood, had no time or energy to care about where he was now or who was around him. He had already put all his strength on the fang!

The basilisk's fangs penetrated Rodolphus's throat, pierced his spine, and finally, suddenly penetrated the chest of Bella who was still screaming!

In the splendid hall, under the gaze of wizards from all over Europe, scarlet blood bloomed like magical petals.