Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

According to the original plan of the three principals, in fact, each school selected forty students to form a warrior team to complete the competition.

Since the Triwizard Tournament is called this name, the project is naturally extremely difficult.

The practice of selecting the Warriors is also a way to increase the safety of the game.

It's just that the current situation has exceeded the expectations of the three principals. The phoenix patron saint is still flying and continues to carry out the work of roll call.

Unknowingly, an hour passed, and the patron saint of the phoenix turned into the purest magic power, which slowly dissipated like starlight, drawing an end to tonight's registration ceremony.

The Goblet of Fire has also been extinguished, and it will have to wait until the next Triwizard Tournament begins before it will be re-ignited.

However, the burning process this time was too long. For a while, they were still looking forward to something, looking forward to the pitted and gloomy Goblet of Fire.

In fact, the Goblet of Fire was indeed extinguished, and even Kong Nuo couldn't contact it.

In the silent auditorium, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the floating candles in mid-air ignited a little candle again, completely illuminating the entire auditorium.

The professors at the teacher's long table had different expressions, as if they did not expect that the scale of the Triwizard Tournament this time would be so large.

As a representative of the Ministry of Magic, Percy, sitting at the teacher's long table, brushed his hair, looking extremely anxious, as if he was thinking about how to allocate so many students.

As another representative of the Ministry of Magic, Bagman seemed to be in extremely good condition, and it could even be said that his eyes were shining.

His personality is also like a big boy. Being able to have so many people participating means being able to see more lively scenes, and he is naturally looking forward to it.

Bagshot and Snape didn't have any blank faces, instead they turned their eyes to Konno who was resting with his eyes closed.

The students looked around, and found that the professors at the teacher's long table seemed a little dazed, so they boldly started talking.

There are so many students who can participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and now whoever fails to participate will be more embarrassed.

Hearing the whispers of the students, Dumbledore put down the wand with great skill, then stretched out his fingers to his temples, and began to rub them repeatedly.

Professor McGonagall has already come up, stood aside and whispered: "Principal, is there a problem with the competition system?"

"There are some discrepancies, Minerva." Dumbledore nodded and let out a slight breath.

"Please cooperate with the professors of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang, and arrange for the students to go back to rest first, and we will take care of the rest."

"Okay!" Professor McGonagall nodded slightly, and then started to act.

"Mrs. Maxim, Principal Karkaroff, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Bagman..." Dumbledore announced a series of names.

"Maybe we need to find a quiet place to talk, to brush this up and see what's going on."

Originally, Kong Nuo had planned to run away, but was called by Dumbledore. Naturally, he could only follow them, walk at the end of the line, and go to a room next to the auditorium.

The space in the room is not small, but the principals of the three schools also called their confidantes, so it seems a bit crowded.

There was a fireplace at one side of the room, and the flames in the fireplace danced lazily.

Kong Nuo came to the corner very skillfully. This position is the farthest from where Dumbledore and the others stood, and it is a good place to eat melons.

Of course more than one person noticed the good location, and Snape seemed to like this place too.

It's just that his movements were not as fast as Kong Nuo's, so he could only curl his lips, walked to the corner next to Kong Nuo and began to shrink back.

"Is something wrong?" Mad-Eye Moody was the first to speak.

The relationship between Mad-Eye Moody and Dumbledore has always been very good, and of course he will enter this room as Dumbledore's confidant at this moment.

"There are indeed some small problems, Aratos." Dumbledore nodded and said, "Our original plan was to form a group of 40 warriors to fight against the Triwizard Tournament."

Mad-Eye Moody immediately said: "Forty people? The current scale should already include most of the students, right?"

"Maybe those freshmen who did not participate in the registration, the other students have already become warriors."

"Is that so?" Dumbledore asked the principals of the other two schools, "At least this is the case for Hogwarts."

Maxim nodded immediately and said, "That's right, all the students who were registered by my organization have already been selected."

Karkaroff didn't answer the question right away. He waited for the little wizard behind him to whisper a few words, then nodded and said, "That's true! All Durmstrang's students have been selected!"

He wore the same smile as Bagman's, and he didn't seem to feel anything wrong with this matter.

"What? You think you're happy to be the head of a school, don't you?" Mad-Eye Moody suddenly got into trouble, and said to Karkaroff in a vicious voice.

"As an ancient magic item, the Goblet of Fire can change the original target so easily."

"In the face of such a vicious event that exceeded expectations, do you think it is as simple as an increase in the number of people?"

"Indeed, the confusion spell cast by the three of us was strictly restricted." Dumbledore said, "At least I can testify that there was no problem with the Goblet of Fire at that time."

Mad-Eye Moody raised his wooden foot and stomped, "I recently inquired about something. A vicious incident happened in Edinburgh. The Goblet of Fire guarded by Aurors was snatched by a group of intruders."

"Although the Goblet of Fire was recovered later, no one knows what happened during the process of losing it."

"After all, those invaders fled to the place where the Quidditch World Cup was held, and the last remaining traces of magic were burned away by Fiendfire."

"Such a thing happened?" Maxim raised his eyebrows, "Dumbledore, you don't seem to have mentioned it to us."

"I just learned the news." Dumbledore shrugged. "The Ministry of Magic's secrecy work seems to be doing a little bit better."

"Those bastards just don't want to take responsibility!" Mad-Eye Moody snorted, and sneered at Dumbledore's words, "Otherwise, I wouldn't let Kingsley and the others not reveal it."

"Plus the fact that the Goblet of Fire has been retrieved, it's natural that the major incident can be reduced to a minor one. It's normal not to tell you."

"Thank you, Alatos." Dumbledore exhaled, looked around and said, "It is now certain that there is an unknown force that is trying to intervene in this Triwizard Tournament."

"It's just that this force is currently hidden very deeply, so I would like to ask everyone whether it is necessary to continue the Triwizard Tournament."