Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Sur's exclamation was a little loud, causing Moen, who was not far away, to turn over.

He shut his mouth tightly and waited until Moen's breathing stabilized again before speaking softly to the elf who had worked hard all night.

"Thank you, Cress. You can go back and rest first. You don't have to keep an eye on me."

"But Cress didn't see Principal Dumbledore appear there." Cress said in an urgent voice, "Cress is not tired. Cress plans to tell the little master and then go back to the auditorium to continue working."

"No, Kress, you have already helped me." Suer shook his head, "You have already helped me a lot."

……

After the elf left, Soul changed from a sitting position to lying on his back, with his hands behind his neck, a little lost in thought. What Cress discovered somewhat surprised him.

How could it be Karkaroff?How could it not be Barty Crouch?

Karkaroff did not rest on their boat at four o'clock in the morning, but went to the auditorium to throw a name into the cup. What he did for this purpose was very clear - it must be to throw Harry's name into the cup. Inside the Goblet of Fire.

But, why Karkaroff?

Could it be... Suer suddenly remembered a strange conversation he heard at the door at the end of the dinner.

It's you, it's me...

So at that time, Karkaroff knew that Moody was not really Moody?Yes, this can also explain why Karkaroff's face turned pale and scared...

After all, on the surface, Karkaroff has successfully cleared his name and is still the head of the school. There is absolutely no reason to be afraid that Moody will settle old scores, even if Moody's name really scares the Death Eaters.

But don't think that Germany's Ministry of Magic is a freeloader.

Only Voldemort's name scares Karkaroff.

Someone must have instructed Karkaroff to do this action. In order not to be liquidated and to save his life, it makes sense that Karkaroff did it.

Moreover, according to the changed age limit, it can be guessed that Harry will definitely put his name into the Goblet of Fire. Even if he doesn't want to, Ron will definitely put his name in with him.

So, there must be something special about that note.

It would allow the Goblet of Fire to spit out one more name after completing the selection. Thinking about it, Sur suddenly got up, took out the Marauder's Map, and searched carefully with the fluorescent spell. Sure enough, he looked in the staff lounge. Here comes Barty Crouch.

This is really...

……

As winter approaches, daybreak comes later, but Morn and Justin get out of bed at seven o'clock, full of energy and excited expressions, which wakes up Suer, who falls asleep again just before six o'clock.

"Oh, sorry, I woke you up." Justin apologized.

"What are you doing so early? Today is Saturday." Su Er yawned and leaned against the bed.

"We are going to throw our names into the Goblet of Fire. If we put our names in earlier, the probability of being selected will be much higher!" Moen said.

"But when I came back yesterday, I already saw a lot of people participating in the selection." Su Er yawned again. After two yawns, he felt a lot more energetic.

"Really?!" Justin raised his voice, "This is incredible. It will be later when everyone gets up, and we don't know how many people will submit their names. Then our hope of being selected will be slim! "

"This is actually baseless." Suer couldn't help but shook his head, seeing Moen and Justin about to leave the dormitory, "Wait for me, Justin, Moen, I'll go too."

"Aren't you going to participate in the selection?" Moen paused and asked doubtfully.

Sur got out of bed, used magic to complete the one-click transformation, walked quickly to the table, took out a piece of parchment, and wrote "swish" on it with a quill---

"Sul Bones----Hogwarts House"

While answering Moen,

"I thought about it and felt that it was a pity to miss this Goblet of Fire. You may not be selected anyway. The important thing is to participate." Suer put down the quill and folded the parchment hastily.

"Okay, let's go."

Halloween is Saturday. Generally speaking, students would get up very late, but when Suer and the others walked to the atrium, they heard noisy noises coming from the foyer not far away.

"Oops, we might be here to play." Moen said, speeding up the pace with Justin.

Soul took a step forward slowly and walked into the auditorium. The little wizards who originally liked to sleep were sitting on the seats in twos and threes. There were about 20 people, including people from various houses, including Hufflepuff!

A few of them were still eating bread, and most of them were talking quietly about something. Their eyes were focused on the Goblet of Fire on the rostrum. The cup was placed on the high stool used to place the Sorting Hat. It was blue and white. The flames burned very vigorously, as if someone had added fuel to it.

In a radius of about ten feet around the stool, there was a thin golden line enclosing the Goblet of Fire. It was the age line drawn by Dumbledore.

"Has anyone put a name in?" When Suer caught up with Moen and the others, he heard Moen asking a little witch.

"Yes, Durmstrang's group." The little witch replied, "But I haven't seen anyone sign up for Hogwarts yet. Maybe someone came to try last night."

"Then it looks like we're not too late." Justin automatically ignored the second half of the sentence and said happily, "Then let me be the first one!"

Justin held the neatly folded parchment between his index and middle fingers in a ceremonial manner and walked towards the Goblet of Fire.

"You are so treacherous! Wait for me." Morn followed closely, and the two began to speed up one after the other, vying to be the first person to vote for Hogwarts.

Sur shook his head helplessly behind his back, how childish.

Then he also quickened his pace.

Three Hogwarts students were approaching the Goblet of Fire, which attracted the attention of all the students in the auditorium, who stared closely at the movements of the three people.

"Bear~"

Unsurprisingly, the three Suers successfully crossed the golden thread and threw the parchment in. Their names were not crumpled into balls by the Goblet of Fire and thrown out. The blue and white flames ignited high and tongues of fire danced happily. With.

"Wow~" the little wizards cheered and applauded the three of them.

It no longer mattered who voted first, Justin or Morn. The two of them held their heads high, as if they had done something glorious, and strode towards the long table where Hufflepuff usually sat. They all wanted to be in front to receive most of the applause, and they started to compete again.

Soul was not that bored, and followed him slowly towards the Hufflepuff table, as if he was doing a normal thing.

It was clear that a while ago I was determined not to participate in the Goblet of Fire.

But there is no way, who called the old bee almost made it clear?

In that case, let’s have some fun.

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Ugh...

ps: It rained heavily today. I got wet even after I went out.