"The champion from Castelobruxo – Diogo Costa!"
A curly-haired boy with dark skin stood up, a brilliant smile on his face.
He looked at the anxious faces of those around him, gave a thumbs-up, and said, "I'll be waiting for you guys. You can do it!"
Headmistress Carvalho clapped vigorously. The boy ran over, first hugging his headmistress before heading towards the room at the back of the Great Hall.
"Artur Faria!"
A boy with messy hair stood up, tugging at his shirt as he walked down the central aisle.
"Isabella Santos!"
A curly-haired girl with bronze skin cheered and jumped up. Without even noticing the classmates trying to celebrate with her, she impatiently rushed down the aisle and caught up to Artur at the entrance of the small room, crashing into him like a cannonball and sending him through the doorway.
Besides the applause, a burst of laughter echoed through the Great Hall.
Headmistress Carvalho chuckled, shaking her head resignedly.
Flames surged, and charred parchment flew into the air, only to be caught by Dumbledore.
"The champions from Mahoutokoro—"
A dozen students in golden robes simultaneously looked up, their expressions tense.
"Itō Tai!"
A boy with spiky hair let out a long breath and stood up, trying to walk steadily across the Great Hall. He paused at the entrance of the small room, waiting.
"Kitajima Rikka!"
A black-haired girl who looked seventeen or eighteen lifted her head, pulled back her chair, and stepped out of the line. Several people beside her watched her with envy.
"Asada Chinatsu!"
A short, baby-faced girl immediately stood up. She tried to suppress her smile as she walked light-footedly towards her two companions.
"That's the thirteen-year-old student. I can't believe they actually got chosen…"
Wade heard someone whispering.
Before the three had completely disappeared through the doorway, the Triwizard Cup began spurting out new names.
"The champion from Uagadou," Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, holding the slip of paper further away to discern the name. "Papua Okondo!"
The applause in the Great Hall paused slightly. Everyone stared at the man who stood two meters tall, looking like a thirty-year-old muscular giant, and involuntarily gasped.
Suddenly, gasps could be heard everywhere.
The muscular man, however, seemed used to it. He rubbed his bald head and strode towards the small room.
"Jabari Weaving!"
This boy was also very tall. The most peculiar thing was his skin, which was almost pure black. If he closed his eyes and mouth, he could completely blend into the night.
"This guy has such an advantage in night combat," Terry said worriedly. "If he just hides, who could find him?"
"Can a Tracking Charm find him?" Michael asked Wade.
Wade nodded and said, "Of course it can." He could find him even without a Tracking Charm.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Amina Jabari!"
This time, it was a girl. Her eyebrows arched upwards, and her eyes were sharp, making her seem very intelligent. Her slender frame, however, exuded a vibrant sense of power as she moved, like an elegant cheetah.
Michael commented, "She reminds me a bit of Professor Abigail."
Anthony asked anxiously, "When will it be Hogwarts' turn?"
"You'll have to ask the cup," Michael said.
"The champion from Koldovstoretz – Yuri Ivanov!"
This was a boy with a bear-like physique and several scars on his face. When he stood up, the applause in the Great Hall paused for a moment.
He walked silently forward, not looking at anyone.
"Natalia Petrova!"
"Hey, Harry!" At the Gryffindor table, Ron immediately said, "Isn't that the girl who was talking to you?"
"Y-yeah…" Harry recognized her too, naturally. He was surprised she became a champion and quickly clapped vigorously for her.
Natalia smiled at Harry, her eyes crinkling with kindness.
Harry subconsciously glanced at the Ravenclaw table and saw Cho Chang smiling at the new champion. He couldn't help but wonder if he would receive the same smile if Dumbledore called his name.
"Olga Rath!"
A handsome, red-haired boy stood up. Amidst the congratulations from those around him, he strode forward.
"Salem Institute—"
Wade's expression paused. He glanced at Antoine at the faculty table, seeing him lean slightly forward, seemingly also interested in which champions his "own" institute would produce.
The Headmistress of Salem, a woman named Owens, maintained a composed expression, her calm gaze fixed on her students.
Wade recalled the history of Salem Institute—it was originally founded by witches who secretly banded together for mutual support during the Witch Hunt. It only gradually developed into a school because more and more wizarding children needed a place to stay.
Antoine's资料 had mentioned that because the institute's founders had such tragic experiences, to this day, Salem Institute students learn about the cruelest period of the Witch Hunt upon enrollment, and there's even a school-wide day of remembrance every year.
It was a magic school built around tragedy, and the scars of its history still lingered in the eyes of its teachers and students.
"Abby Williams!"
A pale-faced girl with long, reddish-brown hair stood up, but didn't move, waiting silently instead.
"Hope Kruse!"
In a corner, a thin, unassuming girl also stood up. Her head was bowed, her hair almost completely obscuring her eyes.
"Samuel Freeman!"
Once the boy, who was still holding a book, stood up as well, the three walked towards the hut together. As they passed Headmistress Owens, they paused and bowed slightly.
"Go on," Headmistress Owens said softly. "I'll be over in a moment."
"The Champion for Mando—," Dumbledore continued to announce in a clear voice, "Arjun Rajput!"
The dark-skinned boy stood up, looked left and right, and ultimately decided to wait for the other two from his school.
The students sitting watched each other, trying not to show their anticipation and nervousness, but their hands, resting on their laps, trembled slightly.
"Priya Patel!"
A boy with a high nose and deep-set eyes stood up, exhaled quietly, then pressed his palms together, making a gesture of thanks to his classmates around him.
"Ganesh Ayan!"
A boy with a round, soft face and thick eyelashes stood up. He was noticeably smaller than the other two, with obvious surprise on his face.
The three walked towards the hut. Padma watched them go, then scoffed, as if displeased.
"What's wrong?" Michael quickly asked with concern. "Do you know someone?"
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