In This Hogwarts Without a Savior Chapter 306

  Chapter 306 304. Warrior Fang Fang Blood

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

  At this time, the Hogwarts students could no longer sit still, and everyone surrounded Dumbledore, with nervousness and anxiety written all over their faces.

   "Professor, the registration time is almost over, where is Jon?"

  George looked at Dumbledore anxiously and asked.

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

   he said softly.

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

   "But now the registration is coming to an end!" Fred said loudly, "Even if Jon came back, if he didn't throw his name into the Goblet of Fire, it would be impossible for the Hogwarts warriors to choose him!"

"Even without Jon, aren't you all ready?" Dumbledore looked at them, "If you must rely on Jon, then what's the point of throwing your names into that cup?" ?”

  His words left the Hogwarts students speechless.

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

  British Minister of Magic Fudge stood beside the Goblet of Fire, and next to him was Wu Pinxian's vice-chairman—Iniesta.

  The sound of Fudge clapping his hands suppressed all the surrounding discussions, and every wizard present turned his attention to the two people standing beside the Goblet of Fire.

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

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

It's not that they are resisting to replace the school in this competition, but everyone knows that the strongest and most intelligent person among them is Jon. If there is any student who can represent Hogwarts now , that is only Jon alone.

  But now that the list was about to be selected, Jon still didn't intend to come to this banquet hall, which made it unacceptable to the students who were sure that the warrior representing Hogwarts this time must be him.

Their ugly faces were also noticed by another student from Hogwarts Castle who was always paying attention to this side. Those pure-blood students who were dressed in gorgeous and elegant gowns and always had arrogance on their faces were all the same. Pointing at their opponent's fingers with a sneering face, occasionally there will be a few loud laughs, as if watching a monkey performance in a circus.

  Voldemort sat on the main seat. He didn't show any special expression on his face. He just looked at Dumbledore with a smile after Fudge's voice fell.

   "Do you have any questions? Professor Dumbledore."

His voice was more like a caring greeting, which attracted the attention of everyone present. If it weren't for the meaningful end of the last statement, some people would think that this sentence was really asked by this man. .

   Dumbledore nodded slightly.

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

  Voldemort nodded slightly.

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

   "It's not too late, everyone wants to read the final results and go back to rest, right?" Dumbledore said calmly, "Then let today's selection end quickly."

  The conversation between them was a bit inexplicable. Except for the students in the Hogwarts carriage and a small number of insiders on Voldemort's side, no one could understand what it meant to wait for a student to come.

   But no matter how many people were puzzled by this, after the flame in the wooden goblet suddenly turned red, all eyes were on it.

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

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

  Fudge caught the parchment, and at this moment, 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 Charm.

   "Warrior of Beauxbatons—Emile Lestrange!"

   There was applause in the banquet hall. After hearing this surname, the wizards around Voldemort smiled knowingly.

  The Lestrange family is a French family of pure-blood wizards who have completely fallen for Voldemort.

Among them, the most famous characters are naturally the two brothers Rabastan and Rodolphs. Yes, they are French wizards in essence, not British, but Rodolphs' wife Bella is a member of the British pure-blood wizard family Black. .

  Not all pure-blood families are as sparsely populated as the Malfoy family, the Lestrange family has many family members, and their genealogy even has a family tree with each member's name recorded on it.

Beauxbaton's seventh-grade student named Emile stood up from his seat, and countless flashing lights shone on him. Tomorrow, this photo of the warrior who will represent Beauxbaton's side, that is, Voldemort's side, will appear in various places in Europe. On the Great Magic Daily.

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

   "Warrior of Durmstrang—Diane Rozier!"

There was also a burst of warm applause. The tall female prefect who met Jon and the others first in Durmstrang Castle stood up from his seat, allowing everyone to see this Durmstr Lang's warriors.

The other students around her showed envious expressions towards her, especially Krum, a boy who had joined the Bulgarian National Quidditch team. He was taken aback when he heard Diane's name, and then Applause 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 big story was about the two different Hogwarts warriors.

  The crimson flames rose again, and the parchment flew out of it again, falling into Fudge's hands.

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

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

   A burst of louder and louder applause than the previous two came after the name was announced.

Among the students at Hogwarts Castle, a boy with pale blond hair showed a blank expression on his face, but when countless flash lights illuminated his face and everyone's eyes were on him, he It was like being wrapped in an indescribable surprise.

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

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

  Beside him, a middle-aged man with long pale blond hair had a pale face.

  The purebloods around kept congratulating 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 were full of anxiety, and he said nervously.

   "Master. I'm not worried about Draco's safety. It's an honor for him to be chosen. But, isn't he too young? I'm afraid he will delay the master's plan."

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

  Lucius trembled. He swallowed all the words he wanted to continue explaining, lowered his head and backed away, and returned to his position.

   And Neville and the others watched Draco stand up, and they showed such proud and provocative eyes to them, everyone's already ugly face became even uglier.

   "It's just being selected, why is he so proud?" Ron said with a curl of his lips.

   I don't know why, but when he saw Draco's face for the first time, he felt disgusted, as if this boy was born to be difficult to deal with him.

  No one answered his words, and all the other students were staring closely at the Goblet of Fire that turned crimson for the last time.

   Now only the warriors from the last school are left unselected.

  Every Hogwarts student who threw their name into the cup is ready. No matter who is selected, they will not back down 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 very serious, and there was a kind of dignity in the seriousness. Iniesta didn't say the name immediately, but looked up at Dumbledore.

   Dumbledore looked at him calmly.

   "The hero of the British Hogwarts carriage - Jon Green!"

His voice spread to every corner of the auditorium, and there were only a few applause around him. Most of the people just looked at Dumbledore indifferently, wanting to see the one who finally stood up, this is Jon Who are Green's students?

   However, Neville and the others were silent, everyone had incredible expressions on their faces, but soon after they realized it, there was a loud cheer that seemed to knock the ceiling of the banquet hall down!

George and Fred looked at Dumbledore and McGonagall with a cannon expression of "Professor, you have already arranged it". At this time, other students also asked each other excitedly, who secretly took Jon name thrown in?

  They were sure that even if the professors arranged, they could only let a student throw in the name instead of Jon, because no adult wizards approached the Goblet of Fire all day today.

   After hearing Jon's name, McGonagall immediately clutched the note in the pocket of the robe, and then looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

  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 did not make such an arrangement."

   McGonagall always believed that Dumbledore would never lie to her.

  Since he said that, it means that no one on their side threw Jon's name into the Goblet of Fire.

  Then why was Jon chosen?

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

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

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

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

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

  They only thought of a key question now.

  Although Jon was selected, what should he do if he is not around?

  Wizards from all over Europe watched, but the chosen warrior was not here at all, how should they explain?

   Dumbledore, who was sitting at the front, stood up, and all eyes were on him.

   At this time, no matter who has discovered the problem.

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

   Dumbledore asked, his eyes on Voldemort.

  The smile on Voldemort's face subsided, and he spoke flatly.

   "It's so strange that a student who was not here at all was selected, and as his principal, you actually came to ask me this question, let everyone hear if you are getting old and your brain is starting to become dull?"

   The purebloods following him let out a burst of ear-piercing laughter.

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

  Suddenly, the atmosphere in the banquet hall became tense.

   But Voldemort was still as careless as he appeared.

"The selection has been completely over. There is no way to change the established list. I don't care how you violated the rules and signed up for a student who is not here. What I want to know is, since this student is selected, how can he 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.

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

   Standing in the middle of the banquet hall, Fudge showed a malicious smile on his face.

   "Since the selected person never came, he should be excluded directly. Anyway, there is already a Durmstrang student representing you."

  His suggestion seemed to be accepted by other "everyone". There was a discussion in the banquet hall, but Iniesta's face was dark.

   "Four schools, four warriors, this is also a set rule! If you change it as you say, then why is this game necessary?"

   "You have to figure out one thing, Mr. Iniesta." Fudge said innocently. "It's not that we want to change the rules, but that you let a student who couldn't come to participate in this selection, and he was selected. Now there are not four schools with four warriors, and there are only three warriors who can stand up. "

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

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

  Dumbledore's face that was originally calm and suppressed his anger suddenly showed a smile.

   he said softly.

   "I don't need to make suggestions, the Hogwarts warriors have already arrived."

   Just as his words fell, a burst of orange-red light lit up in the center of the banquet hall!

  Three overlapping figures emerged!

  Jon, covered in blood, has no time and energy to care about where he is now and who is around him. He has put all his strength on that fang!

  The basilisk's fangs pierced Rodolphs' throat, pierced his spine, and finally, suddenly pierced Bella's chest that was still screaming!

   In the resplendent and resplendent hall, under the watchful eyes of wizards from all directions in Europe, scarlet blood blooms like enchanting petals.

  (end of this chapter)

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