great-warnovel Chapter 500 Team Competition
Chapter 500 Team Competition
Chapter 500 Team Competition
Harry was the first to enter the ball. He scored the highest in the first round, so he was rightfully at the front.
His dance partner was Ginny Weasley. Yes, when he couldn't think of anyone else, he went after Ron's sister, and the price was that he had to wash Ron's socks for a month.
Behind him was Krum, who had failed in his courtship and was now dancing with a tall and beautiful Durmstrang girl.
However, neither he nor Harry were entirely satisfied with their current choice, their faces expressionless and blank.
Later, Levi's dance partner was the equally young Metrick, while Fleur called Bill over. The small group of seven warriors actually had two of them choose Weasley as their dance partners. The red-haired family is terrifying!
As the cheerful music began, the warriors stepped onto the dance floor one by one.
The dance steps I learned in the last minute weren't very skillful, but at least I didn't embarrass myself.
But neither of the two warriors had their minds on their dance partners. As they danced, they couldn't help but steal glances at Hermione, who sat expressionless in the center.
"Hey! Harry! You stepped on me!" Ginny cried out in pain, glaring at the boy with displeasure.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Harry quickly turned his attention back.
However, Ginny had developed a liking for Harry after witnessing his performance in the Dragon Trial, so she didn't say anything more.
Krum was a little better than him, but he didn't make any eye contact with his dance partner either. He thought he was flirting with Hermione very affectionately, but she didn't even bother to look at him.
"By now, the old man should be chatting with Professor McGonagall and the others, right?" Her mind was still on the three-story palace above her.
"Beautiful lady, may I invite you to dance?" As agreed beforehand, after the first dance, Hilmi would appear before the witch at the appropriate time, which would save her from many unnecessary social engagements.
No one would be so tactless as to disturb the dance of the two great wizards.
Hermione snapped out of her daze, smiled, and reached out her hand, placing it in Hilmi's palm, who was still bowing.
The two walked slowly into the dance floor.
The second dance piece was called "Moonlight," and as they entered, a ray of moonlight seemed to appear out of nowhere, illuminating the auditorium with a shimmering white light.
Hermione was still wearing her golden-red phoenix feather cloak, but beneath it was a gorgeous white gown. At 16, she had blossomed into a graceful young woman, naturally becoming the center of attention under the moonlight.
Whether it's a warrior or a Veela, no one can steal her attention.
Hilmi was also dressed to the nines today, wearing a well-fitting, long black tuxedo suit. He held Hermione's hand gently, with an elegant smile, and drifted to the soothing music, attracting the attention of many young women.
"It feels so strange, like holding my right hand with my left," the boy whispered.
Hermione, however, was not in the mood to talk to him.
"Hey, cheer up, there won't be many chances to relax after tonight."
Hermione forced a smile: "You're right, tonight is going to be a rare happy time, of course, it would be even better if there were fewer disgusting stares."
The Muggle diplomat was staring greedily at her and Fleur.
"So, the Goblet of Fire is just a smokescreen to cover up your purpose in gathering wizards from all over the world?" Madam Maxim repeated Grindelwald's words, her face pale.
Although after some explanation, the principals finally stopped thinking that the Dark Lord was going to capture them all, but the new information at this moment was even worse than if they had been captured all at once.
The old headmistress of Iphamoni paced back and forth in the palace, while the black man from Africa, Neoka, sat solemnly in his seat, saying nothing.
Only Rosier remained calm, her faith in her master unwavering; there was nothing her master couldn't do.
"Fairies have the means to monitor the entire world, so even just thinking about it in their minds isn't absolutely safe," Grindelwald said in a deep voice.
"After you leave here, if you are not confident in your mind-sealing technique, I suggest using potions or alchemical tools to seal your mind as much as possible."
Maxim nodded with his eyes slightly closed.
The Dark Lord turned his gaze to the bewildered Zorrian, a young man who had suddenly received such news and didn't even know what to do.
"Your partner Rice was captured and imprisoned in the Fairy Realm as the energy source for the Wish Cup. Granger and I witnessed this firsthand."
He waved his hand, evaporating the silver liquid in the meditation basin, revealing the previous infiltration operation in the silver mist, showcasing the magnificent and majestic fairy city.
More and more people joined the dance floor, and a joyful atmosphere began to spread.
Ron held Hannah Abbott's hand, Neville held Luna's hand, Draco held Daphne's hand, and Cedric held an unfamiliar Asian girl, who seemed to be Ilfamoni's student. They all joined in the dance.
There were also many more wizards and students from all over the world, unaware of the crisis of the Wish Cup, still dancing for a rare feast in the wasteland era.
They sang and danced tirelessly, song after song, while Hermione quietly left the stage as soon as "Moonlight" ended.
Finally, the ball gradually came to an end, and the tired people gathered around the tables, freely taking various foods.
The celebrities chatted amongst themselves, and connections between the various gathering places were strengthened.
Only the obnoxious Nikolayevich, wherever he went, the wizards would scramble to avoid him as if he were a moving garbage can, but he seemed oblivious, strolling around the hall with a drink in hand, his eyes lingering on each beautiful woman.
He tried to invite some female wizards to dance, but none of them were willing to do so; Little Pettigrew had already secretly spread his information far and wide.
After what seemed like an eternity, the principals finally came down from the third floor.
They tried their best to maintain a blank expression, but those who knew them well could tell at a glance that each of them was preoccupied with something.
Maxim distributed a potion called Stoneheart Wine from his bag, along with a thin metal collar—a newly developed brain-sealing neck ring, more discreet and lightweight than the previous helmet version.
Although school principals have their own methods, this matter should not be taken lightly, and an extra layer of protection is always a good thing.
McGonagall immediately looked for Hermione, hoping to get further answers from her, who answered everything with a heavy nod.
Grindelwald walked to the podium in the auditorium, and everyone's eyes spontaneously turned to him.
"Now, I will announce the second trial of the Goblet of Fire!"
His face was still very pale, and he didn't look well, but he tried his best to appear energetic.
He shouted, "The second round will be a team competition!"
This was an unprecedented innovation. In the past, the Goblet of Fire was always a solo effort by the warriors, with no team ever participating. The auditorium was filled with the buzzing of discussions.
For students who dreamed of becoming warriors but weren't selected, this was an opportunity. Cedric, for example, stood tall, confident that he could join Harry's team.
"The warriors from the seven schools will assemble their own elite teams for a thrilling race to capture outposts!"
He scanned the entire room, and no one dared to look up and return his gaze.
"It's important to note that the second trial will be far more dangerous than the Fire Dragon Trial! Death will be a constant threat!"
But the warriors and students were not afraid at this moment; they were still immersed in their fantasies of honor.
"As the winter chill gradually recedes, at the end of February, we will begin the second stage of the Goblet of Fire!"
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