A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Okay, Edward, please stop saying a few words." Dumbledore rubbed his head. He seemed to have a headache. Although he had expected such a scene before, it had to be said that several principals and professors The scene of the quarrel - it was quite chaotic.

"I was the one who put Hermione's name into the Goblet of Fire. I thought she had the strength," Edward continued, "and the Goblet of Fire obviously thought so too."

"Then... your second warrior?" Madam Maxime looked at Harry hesitantly, he was obviously not in compliance with the rules.

"In our impression, your age limit can exclude competitors who are not old enough, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said, still with a cold smile on his face, and the chill in his eyes became deeper. , "Otherwise, we will definitely bring more candidates from our school."

Madame Maxime nodded and turned to Dumbledore, without delving into Hermione's question.

She had been searching for clues about Edward Rembo all day, but the more she searched, the more frightened she became.

Because she was almost surprised to find that there were clues about Edward Lumboe's activities in the early 20th century. Although there were many cases where the identity was not named in the information, based on the clues she collected, Mrs. Maxim could almost conclude that Edward was a An old monster who has lived for hundreds of years is definitely not as young as he appears.

She just had this hunch.

In the past few decades, it was this inexplicable sixth sense that allowed her to step by step from a discriminated mixed-race giant to the position of principal of three well-known magic schools in Europe.Of course, this is inseparable from her continuous efforts.

"Obviously, this can only be blamed on Potter, Karkaroff." Snape said softly, his dark eyes flashing with unknown meaning, "Don't blame Dumbledore, the current problem is how to deal with Potter. , maybe we should let his father take him home."

"Thank you, Severus," Dumbledore said firmly, and Snape closed his mouth.But his eyes were still on Harry.

Dumbledore was looking down at Harry now, and Harry was looking back at him, trying to read the eyes behind the half-moon lenses.

"Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" he asked calmly.

"No," said Harry, fully aware that everyone was watching him closely.

He even began to hope that some people would pay attention to Hermione and help him share the pressure. It was obvious that they were all people who did not meet the conditions for competition.

But... everything seemed to have disappeared after Edward spoke. Everyone acquiesced to Hermione's participation, without even a reproach.

None of them... dared to disobey Professor Edward Lumpo.

A desire arose in Harry's heart. If he also had the power of Professor Dumbledore - or even the power of Professor Lumpo, would he still need to face such a predicament?

It seemed like something was starting to grow in Harry's heart.

"Did you ask any of your older classmates to help you throw their names into the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

"No." Harry said excitedly.

"Ah! Do you believe it?" Professor Karkaroff sneered.

Valley</span>Snape did not respond. He continued to look at Dumbledore and flirted with Edward beside him.

Madame Maxime stared at Harry solemnly.

This made Karkaroff a little embarrassed. The scene he expected did not appear. He coughed lightly to relieve the embarrassment.

"It's impossible for him to cross that age line," Professor McGonagall said sternly. "I believe we all agree on this - even Miss Granger was registered by Professor Rumplestil."

"Dumbledore's line must be wrong." Mrs. Maxim said, shrugging her shoulders. In fact, she didn't care too much about whether Harry participated. After all, he was only a fourth-year student.Maxime was very confident in Fleur Delacour, her best student.

"Of course, this is also possible." Dumbledore said politely, giving Karkaroff a warm-hearted step down, at least it would not be so embarrassing.

But Professor McGonagall seemed to be too upright.

"Dumbledore, you know you are not mistaken!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, "How ridiculous this statement is! It is impossible for Harry to cross that line himself, and as Professor Dumbledore believes, , and Harry didn't persuade the upperclassmen to do it for him, and I think everyone else should believe that!" She glared at Rumple angrily, as if she was angry at him for throwing Hermione's name into the Goblet of Fire.

"Mr. Crouch...Mr. Bagman," Karkaroff said, his voice becoming smooth again, "You two are our - um - objective referees, and you must also think this is the case. Extremely inappropriate, isn't it? "

Bagman wiped his chubby baby face with a handkerchief and looked at Mr. Crouch.Crouch stood outside the circle of fire, half of his face hidden in shadow. He looked a little weird. The black shadow on that half made him look much older, almost like a skeleton.But when he spoke, his voice was as stiff as ever.

"We must abide by the charter. The charter clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Hey, Barty knows the regulations by heart." Bagman said, with a smile on his face, looking back at Karkaroff and Maxim, it seemed that the matter had been resolved satisfactorily.

"I insist that my other students re-register," Karkaroff said, his voice no longer smooth, his smile gone, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly, "You must put the Goblet of Fire back out, we have to Keep adding names until there are two warriors from each school. That's fair, Dumbledore."

Maxim did not speak. In fact, her big watery eyes were always paying attention to the situation in the room. She did not think that Karkaroff's statement was possible to be implemented in practice.

The fact was just as she suspected.

"But Karkaroff, I'm afraid this won't work." Bagman said, "The Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished - it will not be rekindled until the next tournament -"

"Durmstrang will never participate in the next tournament!" Karkaroff was furious. "We have had so many meetings and gone through so many negotiations and consultations. I never thought that something like this would happen again! I I just want to leave now!”

He obviously wanted to figure this out, but Dumbledore had obviously anticipated all this.

A voice outside the door roared:

"A bluffing threat, Karkaroff. You cannot leave your warrior, he must compete!"