The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The champion of Hogwarts is Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff, a rational, talented and elegant boy who is in the sixth grade and just turned seventeen.

Even the little lions who always thought that Hufflepuffs were not very smart could not find any fault with this candidate, and those who were not chosen just grumbled a few words in disappointment and let the matter go.

But then an accident happened.

In full view of everyone, the Goblet of Fire once again spat out a piece of smoking paper, and the originally bustling auditorium suddenly became quiet.

Howard's heart skipped a beat when he saw the name on the note. He scanned the crowd and accurately met Harry's green eyes. Then he suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and slowly uttered a name under the gaze of everyone: "Harry Potter."

Harry's eyes widened in confusion when his name was called.

No, that's impossible. He had no intention of signing up at all, so why was his name called out?

"Harry Potter!" Howard shouted again.

"Harry, go ahead," Hermione Granger whispered, pushing Harry's shoulder.

Harry was completely confused and shook his head blankly.

"Go quickly, everyone is waiting for you." Hermione Granger pushed him again, and Harry staggered to his feet and walked towards Howard.

Harry, who had not yet recovered from the shock, did not notice the cold and disappointed look that Ron Weasley cast on him from behind. He was not able to spare much attention to Ron's thoughts at the moment - almost everyone looked at him with contempt and disgust.

"He cheated!" someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "He's a liar! A despicable liar!"

This simple sentence ignited the students' anger, and as Harry walked towards the podium, all kinds of accusations were heard.

"That's right! He's not even seventeen yet!"

"He is not eligible to compete!"

"Liar! He has no right to represent Hogwarts!"

"..."

"Quiet!" Seeing the students' anger growing, Howard had to shout at them to stop.

But even if he kept his mouth shut, the anger in the students' eyes almost burned Harry to death.

"Is Scarhead crazy? How dare he show off in a competition like this!" Draco opened his eyes wide in disbelief after Lucius gave him a thorough explanation of the horrifying loss rate of participants in past Triwizard Tournaments.

"Maybe he didn't do it voluntarily." Charles narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Harry's back.

"You mean someone helped him? Who? Sirius?" Draco quickly locked onto the most suspicious person.

Apart from Sirius Black, who values ​​Harry more than anything else and whose brain circuits are a little abnormal, Draco could not think of any other candidate.

"It's just a guess." Charles did not miss the complicated expression on Sirius' face when Harry and Sirius looked at each other just now, "The person who helped him put his name into the Goblet of Fire may not have good intentions."

Draco was stunned for a moment, his eyes quickly swept across the audience, and a gloating expression appeared on his face: "Scarhead has finally aroused public anger this time."

I'm afraid the mastermind behind this "accident" wanted to tamper with the game and let Harry die in it...

Charles withdrew his gaze, thought for a moment and decided to remain silent.

As for Harry...

Anyway, there are so many Aurors and professors in the school, and ensuring Harry's safety is what they need to focus on, so why should he bother with that?

Harry entered the room and once again met three pairs of eyes full of suspicion and scrutiny.

"Potter, why are you here?" Cedric Diggory asked with a frown.

"I, I mean, I..." Harry hesitated and tried to explain the current situation, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the headmaster and professors who walked in from the door.

"Why? Let me tell you, Mr. Diggory." Snape dragged out the words, his dark eyes staring at Harry intently, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

"Mr. Potter is here because we are the savior who is unwilling to be ordinary and one of the warriors chosen by the Goblet of Fire."

"But it's not fair!" Fleur Delacour cried. "Each school can only have one contestant!"

Although Viktor Krum didn't say anything, his face showed obvious dissatisfaction.

If Hogwarts could have two contestants, then the possibility of Hogwarts winning in the end would definitely be greater, which would obviously be unfair to the other two schools.

"Obviously he cheated!" Fudge shouted, waving his stubby fingers.

"No, I didn't..." Harry couldn't help but take a step back, clenched his fists at his sides, and retorted.

He felt extremely aggrieved. He did not cheat and he did not want to participate in any competition at all!

Sirius glared at Fudge fiercely, put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and asked in a deep voice: "Hey, hey, hey, Harry, don't worry about them, look into my eyes and tell me, you didn't sign up for the competition, right?"

"Yes, Sirius, I didn't." Under Sirius's gaze, Harry's heart, which had been hanging in the air, seemed to have found a fulcrum, and he shook his head firmly.

"That's good." Sirius let out a breath slowly.

"How is this possible? Who else would do such a thing if not him!" Fudge said loudly.

"I think with Mr. Potter's current strength, there is no way he can avoid the magic I set up around the Goblet of Fire." Howard walked into the room a step slowly.

Madame Maxime snorted coldly: "So someone else is helping him?"

This is the heir that Albus favors...

Gellert looked at Harry, who was cowering and unable to finish his sentences, and felt a little disappointed.

If it was Charles who appeared here today, that child would definitely seize the right to speak at the first moment and would not allow those groundless accusations to fall on himself.

Yes, “groundless accusations”.

Gellert knew that Harry was being accused without reason. In fact, during his time at Hogwarts, he had been secretly observing him. The more he observed, the more he felt...

Albus really wasn't very good at choosing an heir.