Chapter 163

When the flame in the goblet turned red again, with a burst of sparks splashing, the flame tongue jumped high into the air, and the third piece of parchment paper was thrown high from the flame.

Dumbledore reached for it, held it far away and looked at the name on the note.

This time he took longer than the previous two times, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and everyone in the auditorium looked at Dumbledore nervously.

Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud——

"The warrior of Hogwarts," he shouted, "it's Harry Potter!"

No applause.

A buzz began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping. Some students also stood up, as if to see Harry clearly, and Harry sat stiff in his seat as if frozen.

Compared with Marca, who broke Dumbledore's age line in public, the fact that Harry's name appeared in the Goblet of fire is really difficult for everyone to accept.

Among them, Cedric Diggory of hatch patch college stood up with an incredible expression on his face.

Professor McGonagall stood up at the guest table, walked quickly past Professor Ludo bagman and Professor Orson, whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear, and Dumbledore listened with a slight frown.

Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. He saw that the students at the long Gryffindor table behind them opened their mouths and looked at themselves.

"I didn't throw my name in," said Harry blankly. "You know I didn't."

They also looked at him blankly.

But Maka was not surprised, because this was one of the things planned.

At this time, he stood at the door of the next room, looked casually at Professor moody in the guest seat, and then put his eyes back on Dumbledore.

At the guest table, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

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

"Go," Hermione whispered, pushing Harry gently.

Harry got up, stepped on the bottom edge of his robe and tripped slightly.

He followed the passage between Gryffindor's and Hufflepuff's tables. He felt that the road seemed particularly long, and the host and guest seemed always out of reach.

He could feel hundreds of eyes staring at him, as if each eye could not be a searchlight.

The buzz of discussion grew louder and louder.

However, something unexpected happened - the flame in the goblet turned red again! Sparks crackled out, a long flame suddenly jumped into the air, and a piece of parchment was held out on it.

Dumbledore seemed to subconsciously stretch out a slender hand and gently put the note in his hand.

Harry was just halfway there, but he didn't even know if he should go on. For a moment, it was as if he had been under a whole body bondage spell, and he was foolishly fixed in place.

Dumbledore lifted the parchment note up from a distance again. There was no expression on his face. People couldn't see what he was thinking.

After a long time, even longer than the third time Harry's name was announced, Dumbledore finally shouted out today's fourth name——

"Hermione Granger."

Different from Harry's treatment just now, when Hermione's name sounded, the audience was silent - everyone was stunned by the extra candidate.

No one expected that there would be a fourth brave man!

Maka, who had stood at the door of the room with a calm face, frowned tightly at the moment. He turned his eyes again to Moody's, who was sitting on the far right of the host and guest seat. His eyes were as cold as polar ice.

The accident that made the whole audience dumb was that even he didn't have the slightest psychological preparation.

Voldemort was angry at the inexplicable defeat that year and had to deal with Harry - he knew that even Harry was chosen as the third warrior and his credit was in it.

But he didn't hear that a fourth person would appear!

"Why Hermione?"

There is no doubt that Voldemort must have meant that the Goblet of fire threw out a note with Hermione's name. Besides, Maka didn't expect anyone else to do that.

However, why would Voldemort do that? What good is it for him?

Hermione's heart was in a mess when Marcus couldn't understand it and was leaning against the door frame in deep thought.

"How... How, I didn't... How could this happen?"

Hermione looked left and right at a loss. Her long brown hair was thrown helplessly around. Her eyes seemed to have no focus, and her expression was flustered and confused.

If Harry was frightened just now, Hermione was completely unable to accept the fact.

When Hermione was a Muggle girl, she was used to abiding by all the rules, and any behavior beyond the rules would be unbearable. Even when she first entered Hogwarts, she insisted.

Only under the influence of someone, she occasionally ignores the rules and puts her values first. But in peacetime, she will habitually abide by the school rules and follow the rules as much as possible.

But now, when a near false accusation fell on her head, she was completely flustered.

"What... What... What?"

Hermione's hands trembled under everyone's silent gaze. She wanted to tell everyone that she didn't put her name into the goblet - but she didn't know what to say.

The arrogant girl who used to be able to talk has now completely become a stuffy pot.

"Come here, please!" Dumbledore shouted to Harry, who was parked on the way, and Hermione, whose eyes were confused.

Hermione didn't know how she came to Dumbledore. She didn't even know Harry was standing beside her. She just felt as if all the teachers were staring at her.

"Well... Go into that door," said Dumbledore, without a smile on his face.

Harry and Hermione walked along the long desk.

Hagrid sat on the far left. He didn't wink, wave, or say hello to Harry as usual. He seemed completely stunned, but just like others, he watched them pass in front of him.

They went through the door and out of the auditorium. They found themselves in a small room with pictures of wizards on both sides of the wall. In the fireplace opposite him, the fire was burning vigorously.

Marca, who had just stood by the door, had returned to the room. At the moment, he was standing in front of the fireplace with Furong Delacour of busbarton, talking one after another.

When Harry and they came in, Furong Delacour turned her head and shook her long waterfall of silver hair.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

She thought Harry and Hermione had come in to send a message!

Maka reached out and rubbed the middle of her eyebrows. She said faintly, "no, they are also warriors, Hogwarts."

"... oh?" Hibiscus lifted back the silver tip of her hair that slipped to her ear, and then smiled gracefully. "I didn't expect that Mr. McLean was not only strong, but also so funny."

At the door, Harry and Hermione were silent. They didn't know how to explain what had happened.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and Ludo bagman entered the room. He grabbed Harry's arm, pulled him forward, and said hello to Hermione.

"That's weird!" he whispered, squeezing Harry's arm. "It's definitely weird! Gentlemen... Ladies -"

He went to the fireside and said to Furong and Marca, "allow me to introduce - although it seems incredible - this is the third warrior in the top three, Harry Potter! And this one is... The fourth warrior, yes, the fourth, she is Hermione Granger!"

"Yes, I saw it just now." Marca waved her hand casually.

When bagman said the same, Furong couldn't help frowning.

"It's obviously a mistake," she said proudly to bagman. "She can't play, they can't - they're too young."

"Yes... It's really amazing," bagman said with a smile, rubbing his smooth chin, "But, you know, the age limit, as an additional security measure, is only implemented this year. Since their names are sprayed out of the goblet... I mean, I don't think it's allowed to run away now that they're here. The rules are very clear and you must abide by them - Harry will do his best."

"Of course, so is Miss Granger," he added at last, as if thinking of Hermione.

The door behind them was pushed open again and a large crowd came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. crouch, Professor Orson, Mrs. maxim, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, the buzzing of hundreds of students in the next hall rushed into Harry and Hermione's ears.

"Mrs. Maxim!" cried Furong as she strode towards her headmaster. "They said the two children were going to take part in the competition!"

"Child?"

Although Harry felt incredible and numb in his brain, he also felt a trace of anger in his heart. But Hermione just lowered her head and clenched her hands together like a lamb to be slaughtered at will.

Mrs. Maxim straightened her massive body. Her head even touched the chandelier full of candles, and her huge chest in black satin fluctuated violently.

"What exactly does that mean, Dumbledore?" she said arrogantly. "Mr. McLean is all right. His strength makes us have no reason to stop him from participating in the competition, but..."

"I also want to know what happened when there were two warriors in Hogwarts?" Professor Orson of demstrom couldn't help asking, but Maka secretly gave him a silent look.