A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 384 Quarrel
"Ronald Weasley," Dumbledore called again.

Ron was completely taken aback.He couldn't help but wonder if there was another freshman named "Ronald" in the school, but he was the only Weasley.

Soon, he stood up excitedly, I am a warrior, I am a warrior!
He grabbed Hermione who was stunned, walked up to Harry with a happy smile on his face, and whispered to him: "You are really good, brother! I thought you left me behind, are you How did you do it, did you use an invisibility cloak at night? Honestly, you should have woken me up, I haven't seen it yet..."

"I didn't put a single note in!" said Harry angrily.He couldn't help but get angry, why couldn't Ron see that he didn't do anything?
"There...you three, go through that door," said Dumbledore, without a smile on his face.

There was a lot of discussion in the auditorium, which made Harry's heart flustered. He just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and go to a quiet corner to think about things.He strode away without hesitation, as if to leave his troubles behind, Hermione followed him, worried - Ron walked last, he deliberately slowed down, chest straight, as he imagined in his mind Walking like a big shot, the only regret is that there was not much applause in the auditorium.

Harry pushed open the door. He had been peering in with his neck stretched out from his seat, but now he finally saw it.It was a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides. When they entered, a crumpled witch left her picture frame and whispered to the wizard in the portrait next door.Below the portrait, there were six or seven spacious sofas, which reminded him of the Rune Club, and the fire was burning vigorously in the fireplace directly opposite.

Harry realized that something was wrong, this place was obviously not a place for thinking, fifteen pairs of eyes looked over at the same time, at this moment, their eyes gave Harry a feeling of suffocation.Ron pushed behind him, poked his head out with a smile, "What are you waiting for, Harry? Do you want them to take another look at the youngest warrior?"

"Shut up!" Harry said, but it was too late. On the sofa a few steps away, that Veela-like girl who might be called "Fleur" raised her delicate face and looked at him in surprise. looked at them, "Are you warriors?"

"I……"

Before Harry could answer, she turned her head, and her silvery hair flicked. Harry took a breath of the aroma and choked on what he was about to say. He heard Fleur say in one direction: "Cedric , your students really know how to joke..."

Only then did Harry realize that opposite Fleur sat the three Hogwarts warriors.Cedric smiled at him: "What's the matter? We can't hear clearly inside, and it's a mess outside."

Harry found himself suddenly losing the ability to speak, especially when facing the three Hogwarts warriors, it felt like Snape had cast the tongue-locking spell behind his back.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps behind them, and Ludo Bagman ran over, "Why are you blocking the door?" Both Hermione and Hermione squeezed into the room, the heat of the room blowing in.

"It's so bizarre!" Bagman squeezed Harry's arm vigorously, dragged him to the center of the room, looked around, as if reciting a classic drama line, "absolutely too bizarre! Gentlemen... Ladies, allow me to introduce—unbelievable as it may seem—this is the sixth group of warriors in the Tournament!"

He didn't seem to realize that everyone was staring at him, and he waved to Hermione and Ron who were still standing at the door, "Come here, what an anecdote! There are also your seniors here, you should get to know each other well." one time--"

Ron pulled Hermione, and she swung him off, so he walked over alone, straightening up, dazed now, with great joy filling every corner of his body.He suddenly wanted to raise his wand and say the Patronus spell, and he felt that he would succeed, he was a warrior!This was a scene he had never seen from the Mirror of Erised when he was in the first grade.

But Furong's words poured cold water on him——

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bagman," said Fleur. "Is something wrong? They can't play. They're too young—two little boys and a little girl."

Harry, who was looking around from the corner of his eye, although his brain was a mess and mixed with various emotions - he saw Cedric's confused expression, and Krum was frowning by the fire, with a gloomy expression , Byers opened his mouth wide, and the three warriors of Vagadu stared at him—but when he heard Furong's words, he still felt a gleam of anger in his heart.

little boy?
At this time, a large group of footsteps approached, and the door was knocked open with a "bang". Mrs. Maxim's tall and burly body walked in, followed by a group of principals and a sickly looking Barty Crouch.

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?" she said angrily, her head almost touching the chandelier hanging from the ceiling - the chandelier contained the magic lamp, and when she stood upright, it blocked a large area The light immediately darkened the room.

"I'd like to know that too, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, with a icy smile on his face and a chill in his eyes.

The other principals were full of anger, ready to attack at any time.

Another scene in the auditorium——

Felix squatted halfway, looking carefully at the extinguished Goblet of Fire. It looked like a poor carpenter had cut it casually, and the tool he used was an inappropriate ax without even a complete curved surface.

But he looked very seriously, and the light in his eyes kept flickering.

"Did you see anything, Felix?" Flitwick asked quietly. "What's wrong with the Goblet of Fire?"

"It's easy to come to this conclusion. The question is, who did it and how." Felix said softly, "That's not what I'm most worried about. The unique two groups of warriors... may not be a good thing."

Flitwick looked at him hesitantly, "Dumbledore will take care of it, won't he?"

At this time, the auditorium was chaotic and disturbing, and many professors spontaneously maintained order, "Prefects, take responsibility." Professor Sprout said loudly, "The principals will discuss a result, we just need to wait .”

"Not waiting!" said a grumpy voice.

Professor Sprout turned around and looked at the limping man in amazement, "Professor Moody...?"

Moody also remained in the auditorium.

He walked past Professor Sprout, his magic eye rolling wildly in its socket, staring at the hustle and bustle of students in the Great Hall.

"Quiet!" he yelled, "Now listen to me," he paced among the crowd, his wooden crutch making a dull sound of "duk-duk", "something happened, your principal has more important things to deal with , there are some things I want to ask for him—”

He raised his head, scanned the crowd with both eyes, and said softly: "I know, some of you don't take the usual path, or you are afraid of losing face... Anyway, you chose to sign up at night... in the dead of night... ...You thought it was only you, but there was a sneaky figure hiding in the darkness. I am absolutely sure that some of you saw him...Those places that you think are abnormal, things that are different from usual...Strange shadows, unreasonable reflection, think about it, and tell me."

In a disturbing commotion, the little wizards looked left and right. In the crowd, a little Hufflepuff wizard raised his hand tremblingly.

"It's you? It's you! Boy, what did you find?"

Moody strode over, put one arm around the little wizard, lowered his head and asked.The little wizard was terrified and tried to keep himself away from Moody's false eyes.

"Professor Moody, you seem to have frightened him." Felix said, and at some point, he stood beside Moody, looking at him unobtrusively.

"You're right, Professor Haip." Moody smacked his lips, and a smile appeared on his scarred face, looking even more terrifying.

But he took a few steps back to make room.

Felix rescued the little wizard from Moody, and asked gently, "What's your name? What grade?"

"O-Owen Caldwell, sir." The little wizard stammered, "I'm in the first grade."

Felix smiled, "You can call me Professor Haip. Then, Mr. Caldwell, did you go out for a night tour last night? As a freshman, you are quite courageous. Tell me what you saw?"

"It's not a night tour, Professor Haip," Owen emphasized. Seeing that Moody lowered his head again, and the terrifying face was getting closer and closer to him, he quickly closed his eyes. "I want to go to the kitchen to find For something to eat, Eleanor told me that she, she is my friend... But on the way back, I thought, the Goblet of Fire is in the hall, I can go and have a look...Professor, I didn't think Violating school rules."

"Well, I know, what did you see?" Felix asked the point.

"I, I saw... I saw..." He faltered, his eyes suddenly opened wide, "Principal of Durmstrang!"

The auditorium was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

"That's impossible! He's lying!" said a Durmstrang student indignantly.

"I didn't!" the little wizard named Owen blushed and shouted loudly, "I saw his beard, a beard like a goat! Sneaking out of the hall!"

"Well done, kid." Moody grinned horribly, and dragged Owen to the room next to the auditorium. "I need your testimony, let's see what else they have to say!"

Felix followed behind, thinking to himself, he was not as optimistic as Moody, and there was probably a lot of noise inside.

Sure enough, as soon as they opened the door, they heard Karkaroff's voice——

"Rules? Unfair rules! I insist that my students re-enroll, and of course other schools, anyway, this time to exclude Hogwarts!"

"But Karkaroff, I'm afraid it won't work," Bagman said uneasily. "The Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished, and it won't be rekindled until the next Tournament—"

"Durmstrang will never participate in the next Tournament!" Karkaroff was furious, walking up and down the narrow room, his silver-white fur cloak making a loud wind noise, " Then, I propose to release the restraint on Durmstrang students, the part of black magic..."

"Karkaroff, what we agreed to—"

"Are you discussing with me? Haven't you held enough meetings before, what did you get in exchange? Shameful cheating! I really want to leave now!"

"Are you shouting "Stop thief, Karkaroff!" growled Moody, "All warriors must take part in the tournament, which, as Dumbledore said, is bound by a magical contract, unless you want your students to be severely punished."

Karkaroff stared at him out of breath, his eyes were red, but he never mentioned the matter of leaving again. He turned to look at the other three principals, "Are you talking, am I the only one who objected?"

The headmaster of Ouagadou—the little witch spoke. She sat cross-legged on the sofa by the fireplace. Three warriors of Ouagadu stood behind her. The broad-shouldered student blocked the fire from the fireplace. Strictly.

"I've heard for a long time that there has always been a tradition of cheating in the Tournament." She grinned and said, looking like a weird voodoo mother-in-law: "But I have always admired Principal Dumbledore, since he said that there is no cheating , someone else must have tampered with—”

"That's why I'm here," said Moody gruffly. "Albus, I've brought a piece of evidence." He pushed the little wizard, and the little wizard tremblingly said what he had just said in the auditorium. He said it again, then closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling.

Harry looked at him from a distance, as if seeing himself in the past.

At this moment, things seemed to turn around. Everyone—including the three warriors of Durmstrang—turned their heads to look at Karkaroff, the headmaster who was always unpopular in the school.

"I, you, you are framing!" Karkaroff said in a panic.

"Then tell me why you showed up in the hall late at night?" Moody said gruffly, "Don't try to deny it. I have one eye on you."

Karkaroff stood aside, looking annoyed. He turned to look at the other three principals, "What do you think?"

"Don't try to change the subject! Clear your suspicions before talking about others!" Moody roared.

"What do you think I'll do?" Karkaroff shouted, "I'm just cautious by nature and check it out habitually... Even if I want to cheat, I won't give Hogwarts an inexplicable second group of warriors !"

These words made sense, and the principals nodded slightly. They all hoped that their warriors would win, and they would never act like an enemy and give other schools a second chance.

But Moody still insisted, "Maybe some people's purpose is not to win... Yes," his voice had a hint of growl: "Maybe some people want Potter to die for this, yeah, some of you don't Understand, an ordinary little boy, what's the big deal...but you understand his worth, don't you, Karkaroff?"

His magic eye turned around, taking in the expressions of everyone in the room, and the only intact eye stared at Karkaroff, saliva splashing.

"Don't forget who you used to be. Some scumbags will be scumbags all their lives. You—"

"Alastor!" Dumbledore looked at him sternly, and Moody smacked his lips and fell silent.

Like a wounded animal, Karkaroff suddenly lost all his strength and leaned against the wall involuntarily. "You are... a threat! Let me tell you, it's not me... There is no reason..."

Mrs. Maxim snorted loudly. She occupied a sofa by herself, and said: "I must remind you that this is already beside the point. I don't know what grievances you have, but our focus now is how to deal with it." Deal with the second group of extra warriors at Hogwarts."

"These are minor problems." Felix said suddenly.

"A small problem? A small problem!?" Madame Maxime repeated his words angrily.

"Yeah, a little problem... just a moment, ma'am," said Felix, looking at Dumbledore: "Albus?"

Dumbledore looked up and met his gaze——

In an instant, light and shadow are distorted, and the world hangs upside down.

　Regarding the problem of too many unfamiliar names in these chapters——

　　Don't try to memorize it, I will arrange a short plot if there are many scenes, and the rest that I haven't mentioned are the tricks.In addition, the three warriors of Waggadu can be distinguished by their surnames. The author transliterated them, which is basically the same as their animal transformations.

　　Lashaun Eriffendi - Elephant; Nona Raibert - Leopard; Panagiota Brandzigo - Bronze Eagle (Vulture).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)