The Son of Light of the Snake House

Daniel shook his hand and slapped Bacon on Coco's face, which made him very dissatisfied.

"Hey!" it protested, but no one answered it.

They were all looking at Harry Potter at the Gryffindor table.

No applause.A hum began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping.Some of the students stood up to get a better look at Harry, who sat frozen in his seat - he looked completely dumbfounded.

Professor McGonagall stood up at the guest table, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, and whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear, Dumbledore listened attentively, frowning slightly I frowned.Then he straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he shouted again. "Harry! Please come here!"

Daniel frowned as he watched Harry walking past in a daze, pretending to look down to pick up something, and threw the fat white lump on the floor.

Coco slipped away without a sound.

...............

Harry stood up, stepping on the hem of his robes, tripping slightly.

He walked down the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables.I feel that this road seems to be extremely long, and the guest of honor seems to be always so far away.He could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, as if each eye couldn't be a searchlight.The buzzing buzz grew louder.What seemed like an entire hour passed before he finally reached Dumbledore, and he felt the eyes of all the teachers on him.

"Well... go through that door, Harry," said Dumbledore, without a smile on his face.

How could this be?How can this be?

Harry felt unprecedented panic. Although he really wanted to represent Hogwarts in the competition, he shouldn't be selected from the Goblet of Fire in this way on this occasion.

Only he himself knew that he never put his name in the Goblet of Fire!

But there seemed to be a little joy in his heart: being selected by the Goblet of Fire and going to win glory for Hogwarts, isn't that exciting enough?

A mass of emotions mingled and turned Harry's head into a muddy mess.

Harry walked through the door and out of the Great Hall to find himself in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on either side of the walls.In the fireplace opposite him, the fire was burning brightly.

When he entered, the faces in the portraits all turned to look at him and whispered incessantly.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were all gathered around the fire.Against the backdrop of the flames, Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bowed his waist and meditated there, keeping a slight distance from the other two.Cedric stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes on the fire.When Harry entered, Fleur Delacour turned her head and tossed her cascading silver hair.

"What's wrong?" Fu Rong blinked: "Do the professors want us to go back to the auditorium?"

So Cedric and Viktor also turned their heads to stare at him. They thought he was an ordinary low-grade student who came to deliver a message.

Harry opened his mouth, not knowing how to organize the words.

There was a flurry of footsteps behind, and Ludo Bagman entered the room.He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.

"It's so bizarre!" he whispered, squeezing Harry's arm hard, "absolutely so bizarre! Mr. . Come on - as incredible as it may seem - this is the fourth warrior in the Triwizard Tournament!"

The fourth warrior!

This phrase made everyone's eardrums ache.Viktor raised his head and carefully looked up and down the bewildered boy in front of him.Cedric was a little more worried. After all, they both belonged to Hogwarts—in case they could only choose one of the two, he very, very much didn't want himself to be eliminated, even though he had confidence in himself.

Fleur Delacour shook her long hair, smiled, and said, "Oh, this joke is very interesting, Mr. Bagman."

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, puzzled. "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just spewed out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Krum's thick eyebrows frowned slightly.Cedric was still politely bewildered.Fleur frowned.

"He's too young!" Furong said.

"Indeed, but since he was chosen—" Before Bagman finished speaking, the door opened surrounded by a group of people, Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch and Professor Karkaroff , Mrs. Maxim, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape filled the small room.Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, Harry heard the buzzing of several hundred students in the adjoining hall.

Dumbledore's calm blue eyes looked at Harry, who looked impossibly calm: "Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"No!" Harry replied emphatically.

"Oh, he must be lying!" exclaimed Madame Maxime.Snape shook his head.

"There's no way he could have crossed that age line," snapped Professor McGonagall, "and I'm sure we all agree on that—"

"Dumbledore's line must be wrong," Madame Maxime said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Of course it's possible," said Dumbledore politely.

They began to argue until Karkaroff let out an unbearable moan.

"Durmstrang will never participate in the next competition!" Karkaroff was furious. "We had so many meetings, and after so many negotiations and negotiations, I never thought that such a thing would happen again! I I just want to leave now!"

"Bluffer threats, Karkaroff!" growled a voice by the door, and Moody limped toward the fire, making loud thuds every time his right foot landed. "Now anyone with the ability to think can see that this is to kill Potter!"

"We all know that Professor Moody thinks his morning was wasted if he doesn't find six people trying to murder him before lunch," Karkaroff said loudly, trying to look dismissive, but his fists Quietly clenched.

"Apparently he's teaching his pupils to be paranoid these days, thinking they're being murdered. That's a rare quality for a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dumbledore. But you've got your own, no doubt. Consider it." In the end, Karkaroff was not tough enough to dare to speak directly to mock Dumbledore.

"There are people who use innocent activities for their own purposes," Moody countered threateningly. "My job is to think like a dark wizard, Karkaroff—you shouldn't. forget……"

"Alastor!" Dumbledore warned.

Moody fell silent immediately, but still looked at Karkaroff impolitely—Karkaroff's face was as red as if it was on fire.

"How this situation came to be, we do not know," said Dumbledore to everyone assembled in the room, "but it seems to me that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Cedric and Harry selected to compete. Therefore, they must..."

Beside the door covered by the flickering fire, a silvery white flashed past and disappeared into the dark corner.

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Cocoa: The Tool Snake

Here Moody said a lot in the original text. I guess he was a little emotional when he saw his father, and he analyzed someone's weakness. Harry's analysis is very clear-you just say that you let it go by yourself and it's over.

I've been feeling quite tired lately... Let me go home and pet the cats on May [-]st.

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: I am lazy 2 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!