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The carriage flew a little lower, and the students in the first three rows took a few steps back. The carriage came to a sudden stop, and a loud noise made Neville jump back and step on the foot of a Slytherin fifth year student.The horseshoes, which were bigger than plates, slammed into the ground.Immediately, the car also came down, the huge wheels bounced a few times, the big golden horse turned its head and turned its big red eyes.

Just before the door opened, Harry saw a layer of defensive totems on the door (two crossed golden wands shooting three stars each).

A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the car, bent forward and fumbled for a moment on the floor of the car, unfurling a golden stack of stairs, stepped back respectfully, and Harry saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe next. Stretched out of the wagon, shoes the size of a child's sled, and almost instantly the tallest woman Harry had ever seen stepped out, explaining the size of the horse and the wagon all at once. , several people gasped.

They had only seen one person as tall as the woman, and that was Hagrid, and he wondered if there was even the slightest difference in height, but somehow—or maybe he was used to seeing Hagrid—the The woman (who is now at the foot of the stairs, looking around the wide-eyed welcome) looks even more unusually tall, and as she steps forward, shrouded in the light from the vestibule, she reveals a Zhang handsome skin, smooth face, big and black eyes, mediocre water quality, aquiline nose, hair combed back into a bun, shining at the base of her neck, she is covered in black satin from head to toe, with exquisite and dazzling opal in it Glitters on her neck and thick fingers.

Dumbledore began to clap, and the students burst into applause, many standing on tiptoes to get a better view.

She walked up to Dumbledore, with a graceful smile on her face, and she held out her glistening hand, which Dumbledore, though not short, hardly had to bend down to kiss.

"Dear Madame Maxime," he said, "welcome to Hogwarts!"

"Dumbledore," Ms. Maxim's voice was deep, "are you all right?"

"I'm fine, thank you," said Dumbledore.

"Students." Ms. Maxim said, waving her big hand casually behind her.Behind her there were about 12 boys and girls, judging from their appearance, all over the age of 16. They got out of the car and stood behind Ms. Maxim. Cloaks were worn, and only a few wore scarves or hoods around their heads.

"Is Karkaroff here?" Madame Maxime said.

"He'll be here any minute," said Dumbledore. "Would you rather wait here for him, or go in and get warm?"

"Warm it up, I suppose," said Madame Maxime, "but these horses—"

"Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be happy to take care of them," said Dumbledore. "He'll take care of your horse when he's - coming back from his - well, other business, which he's taking care of now .”

"My horse - er - isn't very tame, needs to be tough," said Madame Maxime, looking as though she doubted that Hogwarts' Care of Fantastic Beasts teacher would be up to the job. "They're strong..."

"I guarantee Hagrid is perfectly capable," said Dumbledore, smiling.

"Excellent." Madame Maxime bowed slightly, "Please tell that Mr. Hagrid that these horses only drink malt whiskey."

"I'll take care of it," said Dumbledore, who also bowed.

"Come on." Maxim ordered her students.The Hogwarts people parted ways to let her and her students pass the stone steps.

"How big do you think Durmstrang's horses will be?" Seamus Finnigan said to Harry and Ron, leaning forward.

"Even Hagrid can't handle it if it's bigger than this pack," said Harry.

They were all standing and waiting for the arrival of the Durmstrang team, most of them looking hopefully at the sky, and for several minutes the silence was broken only by the snort and stomp of Madame Maxime's horse, and then—" Did you hear anything?" Ron said suddenly.

When Harry heard it, a strange noise came from the darkness, mixed with booming and sucking sounds, as if a huge vacuum cleaner was moving along the river bed...

"Lake!" Lee Jordan exclaimed, pointing to the lake below. "Look at that lake!"

They stood at the top of the lawn overlooking the ground, from which they could clearly see the black, smooth surface of the lake—but suddenly the water stirred, and there was a movement in the depths of the lake, and great bubbles formed on the surface, and waves crashed on the muddy shore— Then, a vortex appeared in the middle of the lake, as if a large piston had just been pulled out of the bottom of the lake...

What looked like a long, dark boat began to slowly rise up from the center of the eddy, and then Harry saw the rigging...

"It's a galleon!" he said.I don't know if Hogwarts will have a more amazing appearance if he visits a foreign school.

Slowly and majestically, the ship rose to the surface, shining in the moonlight, it was strange and skeletal, as if it were a restored hulk, and the dim lights shimmered in the portholes like ghost eyes , at last, with a loud splash, the boat emerged fully, bobbing on the rippling water, and began to drive towards the shore, and presently they saw the splash of the anchor being thrown into the shallows and the planks being laid on the shore. bang bang.

People disembarked, they saw their silhouettes past the lights in the portholes, and Harry noticed they were all big... but when they got a little further, out onto the grass and let the light of the vestibule shine through, he It was found that their figures were tall because they wore long-haired woven woolen cloaks, but the man who led the way to the castle wore another kind of woolen cloak, smooth and silver like his hair.

"Dumbledore!" he greeted warmly, walking up the slope. "How are you? My dear chap, how are you?"

"Very well, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice sounded pretentious and phony, and when he came into the front light they saw him tall and thin, Dumbledore's build, but with short gray hair, The chin beard (trimmed into a little curl) didn't quite hide his slack jaw, and he moved closer to Dumbledore, taking Dumbledore's hand in both.

"Dear Hogwarts Castle," he said, looking up at the castle and smiling.His teeth were extremely yellow, and Harry noticed that his eyes were not smiling, but rather grim and sly, "It's so nice to be here, so nice... Viktor come here and warm up... you don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a cold..."

Karkaroff stepped forward to call to one of his pupils, and as the boy walked by, Harry caught a glimpse of a protruding hooked nose and bushy black eyebrows, which turned out to be the Krum they had seen on the field.

The people around were extremely surprised and kept whispering.

"I can't believe it!" said Ron in a tone of great shock. "It's Viktor Krum!"

"For heaven's sake, Ron, he's just a Quidditch player," said Hermione.

"Just a Quidditch player?" Ron stared at her blankly, as if he couldn't believe his ears, "Hermione - he's one of the best Seekers in the world! I didn't expect him Still a student!"

The author has something to say: If the author wants to cure obsessive-compulsive disorder, the quality must be guaranteed during the final interaction time.As for the quantity, there is no guarantee haha

☆, preliminary understanding

When they returned to the auditorium, many students were whispering and wanting to sign autographs.Ron also wanted his autograph very badly.Hermione didn't care, though.

Karkaroff didn't seem to notice Harry yet, and his conversations with Dumbledore always made people feel that he was performing an exaggerated drama without any real heart.However, if he had really been a Death Eater, that kind of sincerity was absolutely impossible.

They took their Gryffindor seats.Beauxbaton's students have already chosen their seats, and they are with Ravenclaw.The colors match quite well, and many of them still wrap their heads with scarves. It seems that they were not prepared when they came. The climate here is much colder than theirs.

Durmstrong chose to sit at the Slytherin table in the end too, and Ron was disappointed, "Well - if they come -"

"They look happier than the Beauxbatons' students," Harry noticed. "I suppose every school is different. Beauxbatons' carriages are very different from Durmstrang's boats."

Hermione tapped her finger on the table, "Yeah—the students of Beauxbatons seem to be very dissatisfied with the environment here."

"Look at Filch." Ron laughed. "I don't know how he found that tuxedo."

Harry raised his eyebrows and saw Filch moving the chair, "Four seats? Besides Madame Maxime and Professor Karkaroff, who else?"

"The Ministry of Magic will always be in charge." Hermione said, "Just watch."

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts—and especially distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, smiling at the students from other schools. "You are all very welcome to Hogwarts. I hope I trust you here too." You'll have a good time."

A Beauxbaton girl, still wrapping her scarf around her head, let out a sneer that was undoubtedly sarcastic.

"No one is forcing you to stay!" Hermione was annoyed by the girl.

"The Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet," Dumbledore announced. "Now please don't be too polite, and eat and drink as much as you want."

He sat down, and Harry saw Karkaroff immediately leaning over to talk to him.

As usual, the plates in front of them were full of food.It seemed that the house-elf in the kitchen had pulled out all the stops, and presented them with all sorts of varieties, some of which were sure to be foreign.

"What's that?" Ron pointed to what looked like a seafood hodgepodge next to a large plate of steak and kidney pudding.

"Bouillabaisse," Hermione replied.

"Good guy," said Ron.

"It's French," said Hermione. "I had it on vacation the summer before last, and it was delicious."

"I'll just trust you," said Ron, serving himself some black pudding.

Although there were only 20 more students, the hall seemed more crowded than usual.Probably because of wearing different colored school uniforms.After taking off their fur coats, Durmstrang's students revealed dark red robes, which were much more uniform than the black robes worn by Hogwarts students.

Twenty minutes into the banquet, Hagrid squeezed in through the door behind the staff desk and slipped into his seat at the end.Waved his hand to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"The skelts are doing well, aren't they? Hagrid," Harry called.

"Fantastic!" Hagrid replied happily.

As Hagrid walked into the chair, they also saw Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch sitting in two empty chairs.

"It turned out to be them," said Harry. "It's quite normal."

"Mr. Crouch is still so scrupulous, I think—"

At this time, a voice sounded, "I'm sorry, do you still want this fish soup?"

asked the Beauxbatons girl who had sneered as Dumbledore spoke.She finally took off her hood, revealing a long cascade of silver hair that reached almost to her waist.She has big blue eyes and a mouthful of white and neat teeth.

Ron blushed, stared up at her, and opened his mouth to answer, but he couldn't utter a word except for a vague grunt.

Harry glanced at him and asked Hermione, "Do you want some?"

Hermione waved her hand, "Take it away."

"Oh, take it then," said Harry, pushing the dish to the girl.

"Have you eaten?" The girl glanced at Harry, seeming to appreciate Harry's behavior of asking the lady first.

"Yeah," said Ron, almost out of breath, "Yeah, it's delicious."

The girl picked up the tray and walked cautiously towards the Ravenclaw table.Ron was still staring at the girl, as if he had never seen a female classmate before.Harry laughed, and it was the laugh that woke Ron up to his senses.

"She's a Veela!" he said hoarsely to Harry.

"Of course she isn't!" said Hermione sourly. "I haven't seen anyone else staring at her like an idiot."

But she wasn't quite right.As the girl walks through the hall.Many boys looked back at her.Some were as dumbfounded as Ron.

"I'm telling you, that's no ordinary girl!" Ron leaned aside so he could see her clearly. "There's no such thing at Hogwarts!"

"The girls at Hogwarts are not bad either, I've seen them personally." Harry looked at the Slytherin table, feeling relieved.Lilian is already in position.In his heart, there seemed to be no more beautiful girl than Lilian.

Dumbledore was on his feet again after the golden plate had been cleared, and a pleasant tension filled the hall, and Harry was shaking with excitement as he wondered what was going to happen next.Not far from them, Fred and George leaned forward, staring intently at Dumbledore.

"The hour has come at last," said Dumbledore, smiling into an upturned face. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. Before we come in with the Jewel Chest, let me say a few words."

"Just to explain the steps we've taken this year. First let me introduce for those of you who don't know them: Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic. (Small polite applause), This is Mr Ludo Bagman, Director of Sports and Sports at the Ministry of Magic."

Bagman got more applause than Crouch, maybe because of his reputation as a hitter, or maybe just because he's more likable-looking.He waved happily in thanks.

Barty Crouch, on the other hand, didn't smile or wave when his name was announced.Harry remembered how neat he had been at the Quidditch World Cup, and thought he looked weird in wizard robes.Compared with Dumbledore's long hair and beard, his toothbrush mustache and sharp hair parting look very strange.

"In the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore continued, "They will work with me, Professor Karkaroff and Together with Mrs. Maxim, a panel of judges was formed to evaluate the efforts of the warriors.

When it comes to warriors, the students prick up their ears.

Perhaps Dumbledore, noticing their sudden silence, smiled and said, "Now, Mr. Filch, fetch the jewel case, please."

No one noticed how long Filch had been in the corner of the hall, walking towards Dumbledore with a large ancient jeweled box.The students chattered excitedly.In fact, Dennis Creevey had stood up on a chair in order to see the jewel box, but he was so small that his view was still blocked by others.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have already checked the mission statement that this year's champions will face," while Dumbledore was speaking, Filch had carefully placed the box on the table in front of him, "they Necessary preparations have been made for each challenge. Three missions will run throughout the school year, and they will test the contestants in different ways, testing their magical talents, guts, reasoning skills, and of course, the ability to deal with danger."

As soon as the voice fell, the entire hall was silent, so quiet that no one seemed to be breathing.

"You know, there will be three contestants." Dumbledore continued calmly, "One from each participating school. We will give each contestant a score for their performance in each competition task. After the three competition tasks are completed, Whoever has the highest total score wins. Competitors will be chosen by an impartial selector—the Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the jewel chest three times.The lid creaked and opened slowly.He reached in and pulled out a large, crudely hewn wooden cup.If it weren't for the blue and white flames jumping in the wooden cup, it would be really inconspicuous.

Dumbledore closed the jewelry chest and carefully placed the burning goblet on top of it so that everyone could see it.

"Applicants must write their names and schools neatly on the parchment, and then throw the parchment into the cup," Dumbledore said, "Those who are interested, please put their names in the cup within 24 hours. It is the eve of Halloween, and the goblet will give the name of the player it has selected to be the most qualified to represent their school. Tonight, the goblet will be placed in the entrance hall, and anyone who wants to sign up can go in. In order to prevent minors from being unable to stop Temptation to sign up," said Dumbledore, "and when the goblet is placed in the population hall, I will draw an age line around it, which no one under 17 can cross. Finally, I would like to remind everyone that this This competition is not just to participate in. Once selected by the burning goblet, he or she must carry out the competition to the end. Because after putting the name into the cup, it will naturally form a binding magic contract. Once you become a player, you can’t change your mind. Therefore, before throwing your name into the cup, you must consider whether you are really ready to fight with all your heart. Well, I think it’s time for everyone to rest, good night.”

The author has something to say: Hermione: "Is every boy like this?"

Gray Fang: "What's wrong?"

Hermione: "You can't take your eyes off a pretty girl."

Ron: "Hey, Hermione, you know, who doesn't like looking at pretty things..."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

Harry: "I'm different."

Hermione: "Are you sure you didn't have any other thoughts when you met the Ravenclaw Seeker?"

Harry: "Well, Hermione, you know, who doesn't like to look at pretty things... like you think... well, well, there doesn't seem to be any particularly handsome among us."

Gray Fang: "However, Hermione will become very beautiful later on."?

☆, aging agent does not work

"A line of age!" said Fred, his eyes sparkling, and they walked across the hall to the entrance hall. "Well, won't it be fooled by the aging agent? As long as your name enters the cup, you can laugh happily-it doesn't know whether you are 17 years old or not."

"But I don't think anyone under 17 has much of a chance," said Hermione. "We haven't learned enough..."

"We've got to be a little exploratory—" George added.

"Where is he?" Ron asked.He didn't listen to them at all, looking for Krum among the crowd to see how he was doing. "Dumbledore didn't say where Durmstrang's representative slept, did he?"

The question was answered almost immediately, they had just walked over to the Slytherin table.Karkaroff was still urging his students.

"Go back to the boat," he said. "How are you, Viktor? Have you had enough? Shall I send someone to the galley for some warmed wine?"

Harry saw Krum shaking his head, putting on his leather jacket.

"Professor, I'd like some wine." Another Durmstrang boy was hopeful.

"I'm not talking to you," Karkaroff snapped, his kindly paternal air gone, "I see you've got food all over your clothes again, you nasty boy—"

Karkaroff turned and led his student towards the door.Harry paused to let him pass.

"Thank you." Karkaroff glanced at him casually, but immediately, he glanced at Harry.

Karkaroff was stunned.He stared at Harry, unable to believe his eyes.

Behind him, Durmstrang's students also stopped.Karkaroff's eyes slowly scanned Harry's face from bottom to top, and finally stopped on the scar.Durmstrang's students were also staring at Harry curiously.Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw the look of enlightenment on some of their faces.The boy with the food on the front of his robes nudged the girl next to him and pointed openly at Harry's forehead.

Quite helpless.The fame he wanted was definitely not this kind of fame.

"Yes, it's Harry Potter." An angry voice came from behind.

Professor Karkaroff turned, and Mad-Eye Moody stood leaning against his pupils, his Mad-Eye staring unblinkingly at the Headmaster in Durmstrang.

When Karkaroff saw him, his face changed color, showing a terrifying expression mixed with anger and fear.

"You!" He stared at Moody as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"What's wrong with me," Moody said darkly, "if you have nothing to say to Harry, Karkaroff, you should step aside, you blocked the door." Karkaroff said Without saying anything, he led his students away in a mighty manner.Moody watched him walk out of sight, and Mad-Eye stared at his back again, with a look of extreme disgust on his shattered face.

"He hates him so much?" said Hermione as they followed them out. "Did he catch him then?"

"Maybe." Ron has always been disgusted with dark wizards. "It would be very annoying if he escaped with some small means after working so hard to catch him."

Lilian looked at this scene, even though Harry's first half of the game was described so wonderfully by him, but now it seems that it is not an easy task,

Draco pulled Lilian, there was nothing they could do about the situation, and they went back to their dorms.

The next day was Saturday. Usually at this time, there were almost no people in the hall. Lilian would always finish her breakfast quietly before going for a walk, but this time there were many people in the hall.

She walked over to Draco and asked, "Did someone put a name in?"

"Yes, all representatives from Durmstrang," he replied, "but haven't seen anyone sign up for Hogwarts yet."

Suddenly, someone came running in with a big laugh, and Lillian turned around to see Fred, George, and Lee Jordan.They ran to Harry.

"It's done." Satisfied, Fred whispered to Harry and the others, "I just took it."

"What?" Ron asked.

"Aging agent, brainless," said Fred.

"One drop each," said George cheerfully. "We're only a few months older."

"If any one of the three of us wins, we will share the thousand Galleons equally." Jordan grinned.

"It's hard to guarantee whether it will work, you know." Hermione warned, "I think Dumbledore must have thought of this trick too."

Fred, George and Lee ignore her.

"Ready?" Fred asked the other two, trembling with excitement, "Come on then, I'll go first."

Harry watched, extremely curious, and Fred pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket, wrote "Fred Weasley - Hogwarts" and walked right to the edge of the line, and stood there, Flex your ankles like a diver preparing to jump 50 feet.After exercising, under the gaze of everyone, he took a deep breath and stepped in.

For an instant Harry thought he had succeeded—and George must have thought so too, for he uttered a cry of triumph and jumped in after Fred—but in another instant there was a hiss and the two The twins were hurled out of the gold coil as if by an invisible shot-putter, and landed with two loud bangs on the cold, hard stone floor ten feet from the circle. What's more unfortunate is that both of them grew long white beards at the same time.

The entire population hall laughed together, and after they stood up and looked at each other, they also laughed.

"I've warned you a long time ago." A deep, uncontrollable voice sounded, and everyone turned around to see Professor Dumbledore coming in from outside.He looked at Fred and George and smiled. "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey. She's already looking after Miss Fulchit of Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers of Hufflepuff, who are also determined to get older, but I must say , neither of their beards are as good-looking as yours."

Lee Jordan, laughing like hell, accompanied Fred and George to the hospital, while the others made a joke of it at the breakfast table.

☆, the chosen warrior

Lilian knew that this Sanqing hegemony competition was the key point.This contact with Voldemort will strengthen the bond between the two.Voldemort didn't know that Harry could survive his Avatar, and he told everyone to do it themselves.This is equivalent to having a life-saving talisman.

Lilian began to worry about such a thrilling thing, but every time she wanted to say it anxiously, she would suddenly relax, and then she had a desperate adventurous spirit, thinking that it would be okay.She knew that this was not entirely her own idea, and she really came here with conditions.

She doesn't say all this consciously.According to her ability, it is still very easy to cross the age line, and the chances of letting the Goblet of Fire choose her are also very high.Lilian wanted to be by Harry's side, but she was worried that Harry wouldn't be able to play well because he was worried about herself.This is a big problem.She knew Harry must be worried about herself.

Halloween comes under such circumstances, and it is also the time to announce the list of warriors.No matter what, she would face it with Harry, which Lilian had already made up her mind to.

Interest in the Triwizard Tournament made Lilian familiar with the list of warriors, but she was not as excited as others.Although the details are not very clear, it can be known that the players selected by the Goblet of Fire naturally have certain strengths.Except that Harry's list was tampered with.

Speaking of which... could someone else's list be manipulated?

Dumbledore took out his wand and dimmed the fire in the hall so that everyone could see the Goblet of Fire clearly.The flames in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red, crackling sparks burst out, and then, a tongue of flame shot into the air, and a piece of charred parchment flew out from it.

Dumbledore took the piece of parchment and held it far away so that he could read the words on it by the light of the flames.The flames were now blue and white again.

"The champion of Durmstrang," he said in clear force, "is Viktor Krum."

Lillian saw Viktor Krum get up from their table and walk listlessly towards Dumbledore.In contrast to the warm applause.After getting the paper, he turned to the right, walked along the staff desk, and entered the next room through the door.

"Great! Viktor!" Karkaroff roared loudly, even though the applause in the auditorium was loud, everyone could hear his voice, "I know you are destined to be a warrior!"

The applause and chatter gradually subsided, and a second piece of parchment came out of the Goblet of Fire.

"The champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

She walked over gracefully, with a smile on her face that represented her mood.Aunt Fu Rong, Lilian didn't have much contact with her.Uncle Ron has many brothers. It seems that because of his age and professional relationship, he is not very close to Bill Weasley, and naturally he has not had much contact with Fleur Delacour.

Fleur was very happy, but the students Beauxbatons was not selected were very sad, and two of them even cried.It seems that Beauxbaton's students have a lot of self-esteem and want to get ahead.

Next up is the Hogwarts Bravery.The flame of the Goblet of Fire seemed to be a little stronger, and Dumbledore reached out to catch the piece of paper, but when he saw the name clearly, the smile on his face gradually froze.

For a split second it seemed to him that this Gryffindor-esque Slytherin might really be putting his name in the wrong hands, though the next second he immediately dismissed the idea.But for the sake of the rules and unconscious thoughts from the last moment, he had already pronounced the name of the Hogwarts warrior, "Lilian Prince!"

Lillian hadn't really thought about it, and her first instinct was to see Barty Crouch Jr. disguised as Moody.Turning his head halfway, he held back abruptly. It was too suspicious to see him at this time.It's just that she couldn't turn back unnaturally, and her eyes fell on Snape.

Snape stood up the moment he heard the name, although he understood that once the champion was chosen, he couldn't change it, but he couldn't help but do something.Lilian's gaze was very serious, but when she saw him, she relaxed, smiled and shook her head.

Harry also followed Lilian at that time, saw their interaction, and understood that he couldn't change it by his own strength.

Lilian stood up, ignoring the whispers in the crowd, and walked up to Dumbledore, "Professor, I did not vote for my name, not in any indirect way."

Dumbledore nodded, he believed her.

"Then," Lilian turned around, "whoever, for whatever reason, voted in my name, I will tell this person. I will take it." Lilian took the note from Dumbledore's hand , into the room next to the player.

The other warriors were indeed surprised by her arrival, no matter how you look at her, she was not yet 17 years old.Lilian greeted them, especially Fu Rong, who was even more reluctant to agree, "This is just an accident, but I want to say that although you seem to have made money on the surface, my strength is more than what you imagined."

"Whatever you want." Fu Rong said, "But the three warriors are here, why haven't the professors come in yet?"

As she said this, the door opened, only it wasn't the professor who entered, but Harry.Seeing the expression on Harry's face, Lilian knew that their misunderstanding would never be cleared up.But she likes it.

She smiled and walked over to Harry, hugging Harry tightly. "What a coincidence."

"Well, it's a good coincidence." The smile on Harry's face didn't fade.

The door opened again, and Dumbledore walked in, looking stern.With Mr. Bagman behind him, he looked excited.Mr. Crouch, his expression never seemed to change.Professor Karkaroff, his anger was undisguised on his face.Although Madame Maxime was angry, she was reserved.Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape expressed varying degrees of concern.

Of course, Snape's worries were only for Lillian, and for Harry, he still believed that he had put the name into it without knowing what to do.Even with the example of Lilian, it can be said that someone is going to deal with them.But sure enough, he didn't like the smile on Potter's face.

"What's going on here?" Fu Rong asked, "First of all, this little girl is obviously not old enough, and then this little boy?"

little boy?Harry felt a tinge of anger rising.

"What's going on here? Dumbledore?" Madam Maxim raised her head high.

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said with an icy smile, his blue eyes as cold as ice cubes. "There are two warriors at Hogwarts? I don't remember being told Say—the host school can have two warriors. Didn't I read those regulations carefully enough?"

He gave a short laugh, his voice unpleasant.

"It's astonishing indeed," Bagman said, laughing to the side, "but now that their names are spraying out of the goblet .

☆, quarrel and negotiation

"Rule? Such an unfair rule?" Madam Maxim snorted coldly, "Then, you should tell us in advance so that we can bring more students over."

"I'm afraid it won't work." Bagman said, "Once the fire in the Goblet of Fire goes out, we have to wait until the next Triwizard Tournament..."

"Next time! Next time, Durmstrang will definitely not participate!" Karkaroff was furious, "We had so many meetings, after so many consultations and negotiations, I didn't expect this to happen again What! I just want to leave now!"

"Threats of bravado!" roared a voice at the door. "You can't leave your warrior now, he has to play. They all have to. It's bound by a magical contract. It's in your favor, isn't it?"

Moody walked in, the prosthetic right foot thumping with every step.

"Favourable? I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean." Karkaroff looked at him contemptuously, but his hands clenched into fists nervously.

"Really?" said Moody quietly. "It's very simple, Karkaroff. Someone put Potter's name in the cup. He knew that if he was selected, Potter would have to play."

"Obviously, some people want Hogwarts to have a better chance of winning," Madame Maxime said.

"I agree with you, Madame Maxime." Karkaroff bowed to her. "I will lodge a protest with the Ministry of Magic and the International Council of Wizards."

"If anyone has reason to complain, it's Potter and Prince," growled Moody. "Funny thing, I didn't hear a word from them."

"What has he to complain about?" Fleur Delacour stomped. "They got the chance, didn't they? We've been hoping for weeks to be selected. For the honor of the school, for the thousand gold coins. It's a dream opportunity for many!"

"Someone may wish Harry's death." Moody growled.

The voice just fell.There was a dead silence in the room.

Ludo Bagman looked very nervous. He walked up and down uneasily. "Moody, you old man, what are you talking about?"

"We all know that Professor Moody will think his morning was wasted if he hasn't found six people trying to murder him before lunch," Karkaroff said loudly. "Apparently he's teaching his students to be suspicious. Demb Lido, as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, this kind of trait is really rare. Of course, you have your reasons."

"I made it up?" roared Moody. "Don't you get it? Huh? Some skilled wizard put the kid's name in the cup..."

"What evidence do you have?" Madame Maxime waved her hand.

"Because he's tricked a powerful thing!" said Moody. "It would take a very strong charm to trick the goblet into forgetting that there were only three schools competing. I guess he put Potter's name on the Fourth school, make sure he's the only one of that kind."

"Moody, it seems that you have thought a lot." Karkaroff said coldly, "Of course, this theory is quite clever. I heard that recently you used a beautiful cup in your birthday gift as The cleverly packaged lizard egg was smashed, so we don't take your words seriously, you can understand."

"Some people are always trying to take advantage of unrelated incidents," Moody retorted threateningly. "My job is to think about things in the way of a dark wizard, Karkaroff—you should remember..."

"Alastor!" Dumbledore warned.Harry didn't know for a moment who he was talking to, but later realized that was Mad-Eye Moody's real name.Moody was silent, but still looked at Karkaroff triumphantly, who was already burning with anger.

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