Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

At the guest of honor, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

"Ron Weasley!" he yelled again. "Ron, please come up here!"

"Go." Hermione urged in a low voice, nudging Ron slightly.

"Go!" Harry said too.

Ron stood up, stepped on the hem of his robe, and accidentally fell to the ground.

With the help of several people around him, he climbed up awkwardly, terribly embarrassed.

Ron walked down the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, hundreds of eyes on him.

The buzzing sound became louder and louder, and the atmosphere in the auditorium became more and more strange.

They stared blankly at Ron walking by, with uncontrollable anger written all over their faces.

But no one stopped Ron, everyone was avoiding him like the plague, and the expression seemed to see something dirty.

"Well, Ron Weasley, go through that door!" said Dumbledore, again without a smile on his face.

Ron looked at Dumbledore expectantly, as if he wanted a response.

But Dumbledore's expression was extremely serious, a look he had never seen before, and it seemed that even the surrounding flames had been frozen.

A few seconds later, Ron nodded slowly, as if he understood something, and stumbled along the teaching desk.

After he entered the room, the other people on the guest table, Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxime, Ludo Bagman, Barty Crouch, and Professor McGonagall and Sne Professor Pu also walked in.

Before leaving, Professor McGonagall told everyone to go back to sleep, and that was the end of the banquet tonight.

The students didn't leave for a long time, but suddenly exploded.

The discussion and noise almost toppled the ceiling, and everyone was furious to death.

"How could Ron become a warrior?!" Harry said in disbelief.

"He's been with us all day, he never got a chance to put his name in the Goblet of Fire!" said Hermione, frowning.

"Obviously, this is a conspiracy." Ivan said, he didn't know if Ron could pass those dangerous projects.

In his opinion, Barty Crouch Jr. made Ron a warrior, and it was no different from him wanting his life.

Damn, what conspiracy is he planning? !

Ron is different from Harry. Harry is very brave and has always performed very well in actual combat. With the help of Dumbledore, it is possible to pass the Triwizard Tournament.

But, Ron...

Ivan sighed, really didn't know how to help Ron, let him persevere to the end with that horrible strength.

Chapter 557 Hermione's Trust and Argument

"Ron didn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire!" said Hermione.

"Not necessarily, he probably put his name into the Goblet of Fire last night, so that no one will find out, right?!"

"Then how did he do it?!" Hermione said sharply, looking at Harry angrily. "There's no way he could break through Dumbledore's magical limits."

"He might have thought of Ivan's method a long time ago, it's hard to say..." Harry said hesitantly, avoiding Hermione's gaze.

Although rationally told him that he should trust Ron, emotionally, he was still a little uncomfortable.

When he thought of Ron becoming a warrior, he felt an inexplicable sense of betrayal.

"I don't think Ron would be so smart, Ivan is right, this is a conspiracy, we have to explain it for him!" Hermione said quickly.

She made up her mind, and as soon as she pulled Ivan and Harry up, she ran to the rostrum.

With Keresis posing as Professor Moody still there, this is their only chance to help Ron.

Don't look at Hermione who has been arguing with Ron all the time, but at critical moments, she is indeed the first to rush forward.

In order to prove her friend's innocence, Hermione is such a person without hesitation.

"Professor, Ron has been with us all day, there's no way he's going to put his name in the Goblet of Fire," said Hermione anxiously.

Moody took out the flagon and took another sip, staring at Hermione with normal eyes, but staring at Ivan with magical eyes.

Looking at the disapproving expression on his face, he didn't seem to care whether Ron became a warrior or not.

"Miss Granger, please understand that when the name is spat out by the Goblet of Fire, it means that Mr. Weasley has signed a contract with it. This is a very strong magical contract, no one can break it, and he must participate in the Tournament! said Moody dryly.

"But, Professor, Ron didn't put the name in!"

"This is not the key, we just need to know..."

"Professor, this is obviously a conspiracy. Someone wants to frame Ron!" Ivan interrupted him and gave Moody a wink. "I think we should go in and stop it, at least we should persuade everyone to accept this reality."

Seeing Aiwen's eyes, Moody nodded reluctantly, his movements blunt.

"Okay, okay, you three come in with me and help Mr Weasley prove it!" he said gruffly.

Ivan, Harry, and Hermione followed behind Moody and walked to the door of the hut.

They walked in, and in the room, Dumbledore was interrogating Ron, and the debate continued.

Ron was so bewildered that he couldn't even speak a whole sentence.

Snape, who was standing on the outermost side, turned his head and looked at the four of them with a frown.

After seeing Moody, he didn't say anything, but his expression became more disgusted.

Moody originally wanted to express his opinion directly, but Ai Wen gently pulled him, motioning him to listen first.

"You're obviously mistaken," Fleur said proudly by the fire, raising her chin and looking at Ron with disdain. "He can't compete, he's too young. I know Hogwarts has a very strong little guy, but obviously not him."

"Yeah, it's really surprising!" Ludo Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and looked down at Ron with a smile. Measures, only implemented this year, now that his name is sprayed out of the goblet, I mean, I think that now that we have reached this point, we are not allowed to flee, the regulations are very clear, the warriors must Obey, Ron will do his best..."

"This is so absurd, so absurd!" Madame Maxime interrupted Bagman, her pretty head almost touched the chandelier full of candles, her huge chest in black satin heaved violently, She said angrily, "Dumbledore, what the hell does this mean?! I thought we made it very clear in the rules. In order to avoid this kind of thing from happening, we specially emphasized that young wizards who are not under age are not allowed to participate. But Hogwarts slipped one in."

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore!" said Karkaroff, with a icy smile on his face, his blue eyes as cold as ice cubes, "There are two brave men at Hogwarts, and I don't know I remember someone told me that the host school can have two warriors, didn’t I read those regulations carefully enough?!”

He gave a short laugh, his voice unpleasant.

"That's impossible!" said Madame Maxime, her big hand with many ornate opals resting on Fleur's shoulders. "It's not fair that Hogwarts can't have two warriors. Last time it was Evan Mason, it's him again this time, Hogwarts has provoked Beauxbatons again and again, you must give an explanation."

"Durmstrang also needs an explanation. In our impression, your age barrier can exclude underage competitors, Dumbledore!" Karkaroff said, still stern. With a cold smile, the chill in his eyes deepened, "I remember you said this on purpose, otherwise, we would definitely bring more candidates from our school."

"Please don't worry, we'll explain!" Dumbledore said gently, turning to look at Ron who was stupefied, "Mr. Weasley, did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"No!" Ron shook his head hastily.

"Then have you asked your older classmates to help you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

"No, no!" Ron hesitated before stammering.

"He's lying!" exclaimed Madame Maxime.

"I didn't lie, I knew this method from Ivan, but I, I didn't have a chance!" Ron panted, "We went to Hagrid, and I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire."

"Ivan?!" Everyone froze for a moment, "Ivan Mason?!"

Then, all their eyes turned to Ivan who had just walked in.

Ivan looked at them expressionlessly, and his eyes finally fell on Barty Crouch standing by the fire.

He stood there with his hands behind his back, his shadow stretched very long by the flames.

"Dumbledore, I remember you said that your magic is infallible." Karkaroff sneered, "It's really interesting that a child has cracked it now."

"The matter is already obvious, and this matter can only be blamed on Weasley and Mason, Karkaroff!" Snape said softly, with hostility shining in his black eyes, "It is obviously impossible for Weasley, who is empty-headed, to think of such a thing." But our Mr. Know-it-All is different. He has always been very smart, a bit too smart. Since he entered the school, he has been violating the school rules. I think our savior must have participated in this matter, but he didn’t was chosen..."

"No, we didn't put names into the Goblet of Fire!" Harry cried, looking at Snape angrily.

"It's hard to say, you know the method, don't you, let me see..."

"Severus!" said Dumbledore firmly.

Snape closed his mouth, but his eyes still gleamed maliciously through his greasy black hair.

Chapter 558 The Threat of Bluff

"This matter is my negligence, I should think of more appropriate measures." Dumbledore said.

"You admitted it?! From this point of view, it is indeed the boy who helped him throw the name strip into the Goblet of Fire through the senior students." Karkaroff said in a vicious voice, "This is a serious violation of the rules. , Hogwarts is cheating!"

"I didn't!" Ron murmured, his face pale and bloodless, "I didn't cheat!"

"Mr. Weasley didn't do that!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, and gave Professor Snape a very angry look. "We should believe him, he didn't persuade the senior students to help him do this, it is It can be found out."

"Ron's been with us all day, at Hagrid's!" said Hermione hastily.

"We can prove that he didn't cast his name into the Goblet of Fire," Harry yelled.

"That's right, and I don't think the Goblet of Fire will make such a mistake, selecting two warriors from the same school." Aiwen said, "This is a conspiracy!"

"What do you mean?!" Everyone looked at him, as if they didn't quite understand.

"As you all know, the Goblet of Fire is a very powerful magic item." Ivan said, "If you want to deceive it and make it forget that there are only three schools participating in the competition, you need a particularly powerful confusion spell or other black magic. Magic. In my opinion, someone must have put Ron's name in for a fourth school, made sure he was the only one at that school..."

Hearing Aiwen's words, everyone was meditating, thinking about the possibility of such a thing.

"Ridiculous!" said Karkaroff. "The idea is that this boy put his name into the Goblet of Fire, and the damned goblet made a mistake and spit out his name."

"Impossible, there is nothing wrong with the Goblet of Fire, Karkaroff!" Ludo Bagman said uneasily, "We checked before, didn't we, Barty?!"

"I was in charge of the inspection!" Crouch said in a dull voice.

He stood outside the light circle of the fire, half his face hidden in shadow, his wrinkled skin translucent as paper.

"Are you suspicious of me, Karkaroff?!" he asked.

"Of course not, I'm not doubting you!" Karkaroff took a step back, looking terrified of Crouch, and said in his oily voice again, "But you must also think that this matter is extremely inappropriate yes, isn't it?"

Bagman didn't answer, but wiped his round baby face with a handkerchief, and turned his eyes to Mr. Crouch.

"There is nothing reasonable or unreasonable. We must abide by the charter. The charter clearly stipulates that anyone whose name is sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition of the Triwizard Tournament." Crouch did not look at everyone, he stared at I don't know what I'm thinking while the fire is burning.

For a few seconds, Ivan even thought he was going to walk into the flames.

"Barty knows the charter by heart," Bagman said, grinning.

He turned his head to look at Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, it seemed that the matter had been settled satisfactorily.

"No, I insist that my other students re-register!" Karkaroff's face was extremely ugly. He stopped looking at Crouch by the flames, but turned around and asked Dumbledore, "You must put The Goblet of Fire is set out again, and we'll keep adding names until there are two champions from each school. That's only fair, Dumbledore!"

"I'm afraid it won't work, Karkaroff!" Bagman frowned and rubbed his fingers vigorously with the handkerchief, "You know, the Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished, and it won't be re-ignited until the next Tournament... "

"Durmstrang will never participate in the next competition!" Karkaroff was furious, "We have had so many meetings, and after so many negotiations and negotiations, I never thought that such a thing would happen again. I just want to leave now!"

Aiwen pushed Moody from behind, it was time for him to come forward, if this continues, the matter will collapse.

Among the crowd, apart from Moody, there was really no one who could control Karkaroff.

"Bluffer threats, Karkaroff!" Moody yelled immediately, louder than Karkaroff, startling everyone, "You can't let your warrior go now, he has to play. They're all required to compete, bound by a magical contract. It's in your favor, isn't it?"

He limped to the center, put Ron behind him, and glared at Karkaroff.

Under his gaze, the expression on Karkaroff's face became extremely ugly.

"Favourable?!" he said angrily. "I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody."

You could tell he was trying to sound contemptuous, as if he didn't care about Moody's words at all.

However, his hands exposed his heart, they clenched into fists involuntarily.

"Really?!" Moody said softly, "It's very simple, Karkaroff! As Ivan said, someone put Weasley's name in the Goblet of Fire, and he knew that if the name was sprayed out, the Kids have to play."

"Obviously, that man wants to give Hogwarts two chances!" said Lady Maxime.

"I agree with you, Madame Maxime!" Karkaroff said, bowing to her, "I will file a complaint with the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards..."

"Enough, if anyone has reason to complain, it's Weasley!" said Moody gruffly, "but I didn't hear a word from him!"

"Why is he complaining?" Fleur couldn't help asking, stomping her foot angrily. "He's got a chance to play, hasn't he? We've been hoping for weeks that we'd be picked! Glory to our school , and a bonus of [-] Galleons, this opportunity is what many people dream of, and our school has undergone strict selection for this!"

"Perhaps someone wanted Weasley to die for this," said Moody, with a hint of growl in his tone.

After he finished speaking, there was a tense silence.

Ludo Bagman looked very anxious, his body bouncing up and down restlessly.

"Moody, you old fellow, how can you say such a thing!"