Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

The tall and well-behaved white-faced boy Cedric stood beside Dumbledore awkwardly. The joy of being chosen to become a warrior was gone at this moment. He stiffened and turned to look at the person holding his shoulder, equally astonished. Dumbledore.

In fact, not only him, but also other students who were selected as warriors were also in a state of sluggishness at this moment.

There was silence in the auditorium, as if everyone's eyes had not recovered from the names shining on the top of the auditorium.

Cedric tilted his head slightly, lowered his voice almost to the point of inaudibility, and said in Dumbledore's ear:

"Professor, is this also included in your calculations?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore shook his head dully. He felt more than a thousand pairs of questioning eyes like palms pressing on his shoulders, making his body sink.

But he quickly got over his surprise and returned to his original calm self. Those blue eyes swept across the faces of Cyrus and Grindelwald as quickly as birds flying across the lake, and he saw the smiles of the two people at the same time.

"Albus, what's going on?" McGonagall trotted over with urgent steps.

In Cyrus's memory, he had never seen her in such a panic. In fact, this is indeed the case. The stern and rigid Professor McGonagall has devoted half of his life to Hogwarts after his two loves ended in not-so-good endings.

Hogwarts was already her destination, her home.

She was like an old grandmother in a family who had to worry about everything. She didn't want to see anything bad for Hogwarts, but this change had already been revealed to the whole world.

Every questioning look from the audience was like a blade piercing her body.

The only support at this moment that kept her from fainting immediately was that Albus Dumbledore was still here.

"I also want to know what's going on." Barty Crouch Jr. walked over angrily. He used Ms. Maxim's tall body to smooth over all obstacles, like a bird bigger than a hill. The crazy talisman rushed over like a horse.

"Give me an explanation, Dumbledore!"

He was really angry. Although he and Voldemort secretly made some preparations and guessed that the four "devil kings" would gather together, he never thought about Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Thaler. The three of them will participate in the competition together!

Beauxbatons is the only magic school that does not have a principal participating in the competition. Of course, Voldemort is now missing. Even if Barty Crouch Jr. participates, facing the three legendary wizards, the result will be death.

"I don't remember anyone telling me that the principal is allowed to participate in the Warriors Tournament." He said coldly.

"Let me tell you in advance, Mr. Grindelwald is not the principal of Durmstrang, and he did not graduate from Durmstrang." Vader Rozier said with a chuckle.

But not many people care about this. In fact, no one cares about even the name Harry Potter that spewed out of the Goblet of Fire. Even if Harry is not of the required age, he is at least a student.

Cyrus is okay, he looks young and has left the United States. In fact, he is not that famous.

But Dumbledore and Grindelwald...

"Albus, I think the Goblet of Fire may have been sealed in dust for hundreds of years, and the magic in it has become invalid and chaotic. I think maybe we can try it again...use other methods to select warriors..." Babajid suggested.

But Dumbledore raised his hand and shook his head slightly.

"I think no matter how confusing the Goblet of Fire's magic is, it can't choose a name it doesn't know out of thin air."

"You mean someone deliberately threw your name into it?"

Dumbledore did not answer immediately. He paused and looked at each wizard with his blue eyes.

Everyone present was waiting for him to make a decision on whether the Goblet of Fire match, which had not officially started yet and was already in chaos, could be held smoothly. Some people were also on tenterhooks, fearing that Dumbledore would mistake him for someone who was sabotaging the game.

"I think there's no hope." Ron shook his head at Harry unoptimistically, and then asked, "When did you sign up and you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't sign up, so someone else must have put my name in." Harry shook his head, "I suspect it's Voldemort, what do you think? He must want to make both Cyrus and Professor Dumbledore suffer through the Warriors Tournament. Also, There’s that Grindelwald, maybe he’s here for revenge too!”

"What you said makes sense." Ron nodded in agreement, "If Dumbledore hadn't lost his mind, he would definitely not have continued the game."

But Dumbledore's answer obviously exceeded Ron's expectations.

"I mean, I'm very happy that the Goblet of Fire thinks I'm qualified for the title of Warrior, because it represents not only magical power, but also many admirable qualities, such as: integrity, wisdom, bravery and so on. Ambition..."

He spoke in turn, and every time he mentioned a character, his eyes paused at the corresponding academy. Every little wizard who was enveloped by his gaze subconsciously straightened his back.

"Albus, don't you want to continue the game?" McGonagall's voice was trembling, "This is ridiculous, the whole world is watching us!"

"The Goblet of Fire is a contract, Minerva. After the warrior is chosen, the trial cannot be terminated." Dumbledore said firmly, "We must abide by the charter. The charter clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire Everyone must participate in the competition for hegemony.”

Cyrus watched them quarreling, and as the instigator, he seemed to be a person outside the incident at the moment. He was still sitting in the faculty seat, raised his eyes and sent a small signal to a hidden corner.

Then a beetle flew away without anyone noticing.

"We don't know how this situation came about." Dumbledore said to every student in the auditorium, and also explained to every wizard who could see the scene through a magic drone.

"But in my opinion, we have no choice but to accept it. Me, Gellert Grindelwald and Cyrus, all three of us have to play. Make teams for our schools, of course. This is a little unfair to Beauxbatons, and I think we can make some preferential treatment elsewhere." Dumbledore proposed a plan.

Although this solution does not satisfy everyone, there is currently no better way. The flame of the Goblet of Fire has been extinguished. If you want to ignite it again, you can only wait for the next competition to start.

"I have no problem with that, Dumbledore." Cyrus finally put down the food in his hand and came to everyone, "During the game, Bellatrix Black will replace me as the referee. .”

After he finished speaking, Bella immediately took a step forward gracefully and bowed slightly.

"I have no objection either." Grindelwald clasped his hands behind his back, as if looking at the starry sky-like ceiling of the auditorium. He absentmindedly walked to the front and stood side by side with Cyrus and Dumbledore. His tone was frivolous and his eyes were With provocation: