Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Anriel looked at the bewildered boy who would have been the center of attention no matter what, and looked around helplessly, praying that someone could tell him what had happened...

Why was his name literally sprayed out of that cup?

Isn't this his own fantasy?

But why, it seems as if there is a voice telling me that this is definitely not a good thing?

"Potter, come here."

Dumbledore shouted to Harry who was sitting at the Gryffindor table.

The entire auditorium was buzzing, and everyone seemed to be talking about the man who became a warrior by "cheating".

"Harry Potter! Please come here!"

The bewildered boy stumbled toward the podium.

Cause, process, result.

He was not clear about any of these three things and did not understand any of them.

Harry had no idea why this was happening, how it happened, or even if he would actually participate in the Triwizard Tournament... or would someone come and tell him that this was all just a cheap prank?

Before that, just follow Professor Dumbledore's instructions, move your legs and go to the podium.

Anriel was very kind and helped Harry open the door to the warrior preparation room...

Who knows?

Dumbledore and Andril looked at each other and both stepped into the preparation room.

"What a strange thing... there is a fourth champion in the Triwizard Tournament!"

Bagman seemed to be making a fuss, but this was indeed a bizarre incident, one that had never happened before.

Dumbledore and Anriel entered the room at this moment.

A group of people followed closely behind them, including Crouch, Karkaroff, Madame Maxime and others.

"Madame Maxime!"

Fleur was the first to approach her own headmaster to protest.

Dumbledore glanced at her briefly before turning to the man at the heart of all the problems, Harry Potter.

"Dumbledore, I am deeply puzzled by this -

Hogwarts has two champions? I don't remember anyone telling me that the host school could have two champions -

Is it because I didn’t read the regulations carefully enough? "

Karkaroff's tone was teasing, and his expression was disgusting and repulsive.

"Personally, I think that the age limit you drew should be able to exclude those who are not old enough, right?"

But Dumbledore didn't even look at him.

Because of Anriel's existence, Dumbledore seemed to have changed a lot in the past few years...it was a kind of aura change that was hard to explain.

He no longer seems to be pursuing endless stability like in the original work.

As reflected in this incident... maybe Dumbledore didn't want to bother with Karkaroff.

Dumbledore didn't want to pay attention to Karkaroff. Even if Karkaroff himself couldn't see this, there were still people on the field who could see it -

"Igor... Dumbledore cannot be blamed for this. It's all Potter's fault... He has never followed the school rules and often breaks them by relying on his fame..."

Snape narrowed his eyes and spoke, choosing to defend Dumbledore.

"This isn't fair to my school or Karkaroff's."

Madame Maxime asserted.

Igor Karkaroff glanced around the room with his sly eyes, as if he had found another point to criticize Dumbledore -

"Also, Dumbledore...what's up with this child? Even if he is your...offspring, this is the Warrior's Ready Room, and there is no point in him staying here."

Anriel, who was listening to the opera attentively, was stunned and his eyes widened.

He stretched out a finger in confusion and pointed at himself.

No, it's me?

No, brother, do you want to listen to what you are saying?

Dumbledore looked at Anriel, who was eager to try and start a direct confrontation, and sighed softly.

He turned to Harry.

Dumbledore Asks Calmly

He was indeed very calm, his tone was even, his voice was neither hurried nor slow, his words were clear, and his attitude was very serious.

"Harry, did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?"

The boy shook his head in panic.

He does not have the responsibility of a savior, nor the composure of someone who has experienced life and death many times.

Harry Potter now is just an ordinary fourteen-year-old boy.

Anriel suddenly thought, how can a Harry like this win the Triwizard Tournament?

How could Crouch Jr. help him?

Anriel glanced at Moody and saw that his attention was entirely on Harry Potter.

Well, it seems that Crouch Jr. still hasn't played his role well enough.

If it was the real Alastor Moody, even in the current situation, he would not let his magic eye be idle. He could not tell if he was listening in all directions, but at least he would make sure to keep an eye on all directions.

Anriel withdrew his gaze and turned his eyes to Karkaroff.

"Mr. Karkaroff, the problem right now is not me, so I suggest you stop picking on frivolous things.

Let’s talk about solutions.

Isn't that right, Madame Maxime?"

There was a strange allure in Anriel's words, and Madame Maxime nodded subconsciously.

"That would be great."

Anriel's tone rose slightly.

"So Mr. Crouch, what do you think should be done about this matter?"

Anriel turned directly to the other referee, even though he knew that the referee was now under the control of the Imperius Curse.

Naturally, Crouch gave a corresponding answer -

Harry must compete in the Triwizard Tournament.

Karkaroff's expression turned gloomy:

“It was not a fair competition and I insisted that my students continue to sign up until we equally selected two contestants.

It would only be fair if each school had two contestants—

You must relight the Goblet of Fire, and we will put the names of the students into it!"

Look how anxious he is. He almost speaks like a human being and even uses inverted sentences.

Anriel suddenly sneered.

Old boy, I've been waiting for you to say this.

"Of course, Mr. Karkaroff."

"——The next tournament, Durmstrang..."

Karkaroff stopped complaining halfway through.

"What—what did you say?"

His eyeballs bulged, and I don’t know if he was scared or what.

"I think I have made myself clear, Mr. Karkaroff..."

Anriel smiled and clasped his hands:

"I would be happy to relight the Goblet of Fire and set it out so that the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons can continue to submit their names until both schools have produced their second champion.

Any other comments, huh?"

He squinted his eyes, smiled, and calmly greeted all the astonished looks in the room.

Is it strange that you get what you seek?