The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Harry, did you really not put your name in?"

"no"

"Then...have you hired someone old enough to replace you?"

"no!"

Dumbledore asked several times in succession, Harry always maintained his original point of view, he strongly refuted, and said that he did not do anything out of the ordinary.

He looked at Principal Dumbledore who was calm and asking questions, and tried his best to understand the expressions on the faces of everyone around him.

"Obviously, the famous Mr. Potter thinks he's good enough to be a warrior...doesn't he?" A mocking voice escaped from Snape's throat, "He just likes to break the school rules, ever since he entered school..."

"I didn't! I also didn't violate the school rules at will!" Harry argued angrily at him.

"But no matter what, since you have been selected, you have to complete the game...even if...your warrior is a little boy." Madam Maxim thought for a while and finally said, "This is your own choice, isn't it? "

"Of course, it's the choice of the Goblet of Fire," said Dumbledore politely.

Nothing seemed to matter anymore, not even whether Harry put it in himself or not...

But Moody limped to the side of the crowd, and the eyes that could only see the little movements of the students through the table scanned Karkaroff.

"You have nothing to complain about... how many weeks, how many people want to be selected..." Fleur couldn't help saying to Harry, "this is the opportunity that many people dream of...you don't even know How sad it is for those who lost the election”

In her opinion, Harry had nothing to complain about, and the Goblet of Fire had chosen him and Cedric out of a dozen names despite his age.

"I didn't know about it at all...didn't you hear?" Harry just yelled as an innocent person, he didn't deliberately take the position.

Or maybe... it should have been someone else, Angelina?Miss Penello?It's all possible!

"Are you afraid, little boy?"

little boy?Harry's mind was already a little numb, but when he heard Fleur Delacour's address, his hands were tightly clenched together like Karkaroff who was stared at by Professor Moody.

"Scared? Of course he...scared!" Moody interrupted Fleur gruffly, "Because someone might want Potter to die! Karkaroff! You got off the boat last night... .I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Are you spying on me?" Karkaroff dismissed his words, and he tried his best to turn his head away, not to look directly into his eyes, "Old thing! Look, you are so alive that you are not so clear-headed!!"

No one thought Karkaroff would put Harry's name in, he didn't even know Harry before that...

"Moody...you old guy..." Ludo heard his guess, and twisted his left and right shoulders uncomfortably, "Why do you think there is something wrong with Karkaroff...he is a German Headmaster of Armstrong!"

"Because I've been killed too many times...Bagman!" Moody pressed Karkaroff firmly, without any flinching, "Whether you want to use disgraceful means to win the game, or want to kill Dead Potter...you have a reason!"

"I...fuck...just helping my students get some wine!!" he yelled, his face flushed, "everyone knows you're the one who smashed the alarm clock like a basilisk egg.. .asshole!"

Harry knew this, as he was leaving last night, he heard Karkaroff question Krum, but...the other didn't want to drink, and Moody noticed that too.

"Really?" Moody turned his head, tilted his head, and deliberately looked at Krum with his magic eyes that kept turning.

"I...I didn't drink last night..." He was a little uncomfortable being stared at, and he couldn't help taking two steps back, "But Poliako drank it, and Professor Karkaroff brought him the wine "

Poliako Polieri nodded again and again, and hid his body behind Krum.

Dumbledore gave Karkaroff a strange look. You know, it's quite impolite to take things from the wine cellar without authorization. No wonder...he wanted to go secretly to get them after sending off the students.

"Moody, go and find out how many bars are missing...Old man, your behavior is not very polite." Dumbledore's tone was quite reproachful, "You can ask me instead of secretly taking ..."

"I know, I know, I will pay you back in the future." Karkaroff waved his hand impatiently, and left here.

Harry, as an underage 'little boy', was naturally excluded by other schools, only Cedric was still standing by his side, he seemed to believe in Harry, and at the same time he believed in Cyrus.

Because a fourth-year wizard can't confuse Principal Dumbledore's age detection magic.

"Then, let's continue the game, Mr. Bagman, Mr. Crouch, please start to guide the warriors for the first event." Dumbledore slowly moved towards the door, "Cyrus, come with me"

But he didn't call Hermione, she needs to stay here, and wait for the last two referees to inform the specific content of the project individually.

Madame Maxime stood beside Paul Tefler and Fleur Delacour, looking at her own warriors with satisfaction, she seemed to have seen the coming of victory.

Two reckless men, a good student, and a 'little boy', no matter how you calculate it, Beauxbaton's winning rate is high.

Cyrus followed Dumbledore and came to the edge of the Black Lake. They walked slowly in the cold wind. In the darkness, the biting cold wind pulled Dumbledore's robe back 'fluttering'.

One can't help worrying that the next second, the old man will be shivering from the cold.

"Harry couldn't have confused the Vitality Detection Charm..." Cyrus drew out his wand, conjuring several bright blue lily-of-the-valley flames that floated around them to provide warmth.

But it's more about providing warmth to Headmaster Dumbledore, he has Hermione's pendant and wrist ribbon...enough to keep warm.....

"It's probably Karkaroff, but he's the headmaster after all, and I didn't let Moody get too targeted." Dumbledore didn't believe his words, "but...what is Harry's name for?" ..."

"Does Harry squeeze out the real 'warrior' slot?"

"No, he does serve as the 'warrior' of Hogwarts... so to speak, if Harry's name is not in there, then, the second representative can be any brave man, obviously Harry's idiosyncrasies even better”

The important thing to note is that the Goblet of Fire itself does not have an 'age limit', that is to say, its function is only to select the most 'warrior' candidate among a dozen people.

Harry clearly fits this profile, and both Cyrus and Headmaster Dumbledore have affirmed his qualities.

In other words, there was a person who, without Harry's knowledge, crossed the age detection line and handed in the parchment scroll with 'Harry Potter' written on it.

Because the Goblet of Fire used to be an age-limited competition screening tool.

"But what's the point? If there is a conspiracy...it must be someone who needs to know Harry very well." Cyrus looked at the bright moon in the sky and exhaled, "Harry must be sure, he must stand out from the name"

If Harry really secretly used other dishonorable methods to deliver his name, then he would be even less likely to be selected as a 'Warrior', which is a paradox.

One thing is for sure, Harry Potter must have been forced, unknowingly!

"This is the problem! Cyrus...you and Hermione Granger are the only security guards on the playing field, I hope you will pay more attention to the safety of other students"

"Principal Dumbledore, Hogwarts will respond to anyone who needs help." Cyrus returned the words to him intact, "I'm just one of the people in Hogwarts... .”

"Haha...yeah, I forgot"

After a while, Professor Moody ran over non-stop. Just after he came out of the wine cellar, he found Principal Dumbledore with the crutches in which the wand was hidden.

"The wine cellar is indeed missing a bottle...Filch said he met Karkaroff last night." He looked at Cyrus standing next to the principal, his eyes twitched, "he must have handed it in. of!"

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" the principal asked him calmly.

"No...but he must have some other way to avoid my sight!" Moody knocked himself on the head.

"Polyjuice Potion?" Cyrus thought of a way to avoid the magic eye, "but it doesn't make sense... If someone drinks Polyjuice Potion, then there will be No. 2 Death Eaters!"

"I strongly recommend that all tableware in the future agree to be replaced with transparent containers... Pumpkin juice and polyjuice are very obvious"'

Dumbledore looked at Cyrus helplessly, as if he was blaming him, but the headmaster rubbed his face, and said to Moody almost pleadingly: "I can't change everyone's containers to transparent ones! "

When Cyrus returned to the small black room next to the auditorium, the other six warriors had already left, and he was dragged out of the auditorium by Hermione.

When passing through the gate, Cyrus clearly saw Mandy, Lisa and Padma gesturing to Hermione with a 'cheer up' gesture, and stood up intentionally, blocking Wayne and others' sight.

Now, his eyes that begged for help could not be conveyed.

"Wait... Aren't you curious about what Dumbledore told me?" Cyrus was dragged to the window of the library by Hermione's arm.

"Then tell me...well, I'll listen..." Hermione looked indifferent, she seemed to be still worried about Fleur's revenge, or because of some suggestions from her friends.

"Cough... Mien~ I don't remember what I did wrong!" He clasped his five fingers together, swearing.

"I didn't say anything...you're so cute~" the girl burst out laughing, she raised her knees, pressed between his legs, raised her head slightly, and pressed Cyrus and herself against the window sill superior.

She watched Cyrus carefully for a while...

'Just him?Bewitched by Beauxbatons' Witch?ha!How can it be! 'Hermione erased the suspicion of Mandy, Lisa and others in an instant. They have never been in love, but they came to teach Hermione?

"Tell me now, what did Headmaster Dumbledore call you?"

"It's about Harry...I think about it...the combination of the Tracking Charm and the Dimension Gate." Cyrus was almost sitting on Hermione's lap with his legs spread apart at this moment, and he stopped for a moment think.

He faltered and recounted the conversation he had with the principal again.

"So...Karkaroff may harm him, but he has only met Harry for the first time, how can he be sure that Harry will be chosen by the Goblet of Fire?" Hermione turned around and leaned against the on his chest.

"The link between Harry and Voldemort...you forgot?"

In fact, Dumbledore didn't confirm this idea until after the second grade. Of course, Harry had also told Cyrus about dreaming things before. Until just now, his and the principal's ideas partially overlapped.

What is certain is that Harry does have a connection with Voldemort, and it's...deep...

"Voldemort!" Hermione exclaimed, quickly covered her mouth, and looked around cautiously, "I mean... Potter has been missed by him again?"

Her voice startled a bug on the window sill and flew out of the window.

"It's possible...so what's the first item?"

As a security officer, it is impossible to be blank about the project content, right?Otherwise, how can they take care of the safety of those contestants.

"Dragon...fire dragon, a project that was set from the beginning" Hermione was also distressed by this, which meant that she and Cyrus had to be able to control an out-of-control adult dragon in an instant.

"Smaug? I'm sure it's more than happy to help!"