Chapter 382： quarrel

"Ronald Weasley." Dumbledore shouted again.

Ron was completely taken aback. He couldn't help but wonder if there was another freshman named "Ronald" in the school, but he was the only one with the surname Weasley.

Soon, he stood up excitedly, I am a warrior, I am a warrior!

He handed Hermione in a stunned hand, and walked to Harry with a happy smile on his face, and bit his ear with him: "You are really good, brother! I thought you left me behind, you are How did you do it, did you use the invisibility cloak at night? Honestly, you should have called me up, I haven't seen it yet..."

"I didn't throw a note in it!" Harry said angrily. He couldn't help but get angry, why couldn't Ron see that he didn't do anything?

"Well...you three, go to that door," Dumbledore said, without a smile on his face.

There was a lot of discussion in the auditorium, which made Harry confused. He just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and go to a quiet corner to think about things. He strode away without reluctance, as if he was about to leave the troubles behind him, Hermione followed him closely, worrying Ron walked at the end, he deliberately slowed down and straightened his chest, like the big figure he imagined in his mind. Walking, the only regret is that there is not much applause in the auditorium.

Harry pushed open the door. He was still curling his neck on his seat and looking inward, but now he finally saw it. This is a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides. When they entered, a crumpled witch left her frame and whispered to the wizard in the portrait next door. Below the portrait, there are six or seven spacious sofas, reminding him of the Mowen Club, and the fireplace directly opposite is full of fire.

Harry realized that it was not good. It was obviously not a place to think. Fifteen pairs of eyes swept over. At this moment, their eyes made Harry feel suffocated. Ron pushed behind him and poked his head out with a smile, "What are you waiting for, Harry? Do you want them to look at the youngest warrior more?"

"Shut up!" Harry said, but everything was too late, just a few steps away on the sofa, the girl who looked like a Vewa, possibly named "Furong", raised a delicate face and looked in surprise. At them, "Are you warriors?"

"I……"

Before Harry could answer, she turned her head and flicked her bright silver hair. Harry sniffed the scent that came to her face and choked on what he had intended to say. He heard Fleur say in one direction: "Cedric , Your students are really joking..."

Harry found out that, opposite Fleur, sat three warriors from Hogwarts. Cedric smiled at him: "What's the matter? We don't hear well inside, it's messy outside."

Harry found himself suddenly losing the ability to speak, especially when facing the three warriors at Hogwarts, it felt like Snape had chanted the tongue curse behind his back.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps behind them, and Ludo Bagman ran over, "Why are they all blocked out?" He said cheerfully, while taking the three of them Harry, Ron and He Mindu squeezed into the room, and the heat in the room rushed to his face.

"It's weird!" Bagman squeezed Harry's arm hard, dragged him to the middle of the room, and looked around, as if he was reading a classic drama line, "It's absolutely weird! Gentlemen... Ladies, please allow me to introduce even though this seems incredible, this is the sixth group of warriors in the Championship!"

He didn't seem to realize that everyone was glaring at him, and he waved to Hermione and Ron who were still standing at the door, "Come here, it's a strange anecdote! There is also your senior, you should get to know him well." one time"

Ron pulled Hermione and was thrown away by her, so he walked over by himself and straightened his body. He was now dizzy and filled every corner of his body with immense joy. He suddenly wanted to raise his wand and recite the spell of the patron saint. He felt that he would be able to succeed. He was a warrior! This was a scene he had never seen in the mirror of Eris when he was in the first grade.

But Furong's words poured cold water on him

"Sorry, Mr. Bagman," Fleur said, "Is something wrong? They can't compete. They are all too young. Two little boys, plus a little girl."

Harry, who was looking around from the corner, even though his brain was messed up and all his emotions were mixed. He saw Cedric's confused expression. Krum frowned beside the fire, his expression gloomy, bye. Ales opened his mouth wide, and the three Vagadu warriors stared at him, but when he heard Furong's words, he still felt a trace of anger passing through his heart.

little boy?

At this time, a large group of footsteps approached, the door was knocked open with a "bang", and Mrs. Maxim's tall and burly body walked in, followed by a string of principals and a sickly looking Barty Crouch.

"What the **** does this mean, Dumbledore?" She said angrily, almost touching the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The chandelier contained a magic lamp. When she stood upright, she blocked a large area of ​​light. The room went dark immediately.

"I want to know this too, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said, with a cold smile on his face and chills in his eyes.

Several other principals were full of anger, ready to attack at any time.

Another scene in the auditorium

Felix squatted and looked carefully at the extinguished goblet of fire. It looked like it was cut out by a crappy carpenter, and the tool used was still an axe that was not suitable for the hand, not even a complete arc.

But he looked very seriously, and the light in his eyes kept flickering.

"Do you see anything, Felix?" Flitwick asked quietly. "There is a problem with the Goblet of Fire?"

"It's easy to come to this conclusion. The question is who it is and how to do it." Felix said softly, "This is not what I worry about the most. The unique two sets of warriors...but not necessarily a good thing."

Flitwick looked at him hesitantly. "Dumbledore will solve it, won't you?"

At this time, the auditorium was noisy and disturbed, and many professors spontaneously maintained order. "Prefects, take responsibility." Professor Sprout said loudly, "The principals will negotiate a result. We just have to wait. ."

"Not waiting!" said a grumpy voice.

Professor Sprout turned his head and looked at the man who came limping in amazement, "Professor Moody...?"

Moody also stayed in the auditorium.

He passed Professor Sprout, the magic eye turning wildly in his eye socket, staring at the roaring students in the auditorium.

"Quiet!" he yelled: "Listen to me now," he paced among the crowd, his wooden crutches made a dull sound of "beep", "There has been an accident, your principal has more important things to deal with. , I have to ask some questions for him."

He raised his head, scanned the crowd with both eyes, and said softly: "I know that some of you don't take ordinary paths or are afraid of being ashamed... In short, you chose to sign up at night... In the dead of night... …You think you are only yourself, but there is a sneaky figure hidden in the darkness. I am very sure that some of you have seen him...the places that you think are abnormal, things that are different from usual...the strange shadows, unreasonable The reflection of the light, think about it, and then tell me."

In a disturbing commotion, the little wizards looked left and right, and in the crowd, a little Hufflepuff wizard raised his hand tremblingly.

"It's you? It's you! Child, what did you find?"

Moody strode over, holding the little wizard with one hand, and lowered his head to ask. The little wizard was frightened and tried to keep himself away from Moody's false eyes.

"Professor Moody, you seem to scare him." Felix said. Sometime, he stood beside Moody and looked at him without a trace.

"You're right, Professor Haipu." Moody smacked his lips, a smile on his bruised face, which looked even more terrifying.

But he backed up a few steps and gave up his position.

Felix rescued the little wizard from Moody's and asked gently: "What's your name? What grade?"

"Oh, Owen Caldwell, sir." The little wizard stammered, "I'm in the first grade."

Felix smiled, "You can call me Professor Haipu, then, Mr. Caldwell, you went out for a night tour last night? As a freshman, you are so courageous. Tell me about what you saw?"

"It's not a night tour, Professor Haipu," Owen emphasized. He saw Moody lowered his head again, the horrible face was getting closer and closer to him, and quickly closed his eyes. "I want to go to the kitchen to find I ordered something to eat. Eleanor told me that she and she are my friends... But on the way back, I thought, the goblet of fire is in the hall, I can go and see... Professor, I didn’t think about it. Violated school rules."

"Well, I know, what did you see?" Felix asked the point.

"I, I saw... I saw..." He hesitated, and suddenly opened his eyes. "The principal of Durmstrand!"

The auditorium was so quiet that even a needle could be heard.

"It's impossible! He's lying!" a Durmstrang student said indignantly.

"I didn't!" The little wizard named Owen flushed and yelled, "I saw his beard, a goat-like beard! Come out sneakily from the hall!"

"Good job, kid." Moody grinned with a terrible smile, and dragged Owen to the room next to the auditorium. "I need your testimony. See what they have to say!"

Felix followed behind, secretly pondering that he was not as optimistic as Moody's, and it was probably noisy inside.

Sure enough, they heard Karkaroff's voice as soon as they opened the door.

"Regulations? Unfair regulations! I insist that my students re-enroll, and of course there are other schools. In short, I will exclude Hogwarts this time!"

"But Karkaroff, I'm afraid this won't happen," Bagman said uncomfortably. "The Goblet of Fire has just gone out and will not reignite until the next tournament."

"Drmstrand will never participate in the next tournament!" Karkaroff was furious, walking around in the narrow room, his silver-white fur cloak brought out a loud wind." So, I propose to let go of the restrictions on Durmstrang students, the part of black magic..."

"Kakaroff, we negotiated."

"Did you discuss with me? Didn't there have been enough meetings before? What did you get in return? Shameful cheating! I just want to leave now!"

"Are you shouting to catch the thief, Karkaroff!" Moody snarled. "All warriors must participate in the competition, as Dumbledore said, this is subject to the magic contract unless you want your students Suffer severe punishment."

Karkaroff stared at him breathlessly, his eyes flushed, but he never mentioned leaving anymore, he turned to look at the other three principals, "You are talking, is I the only one opposed to it?"

The little witch, the principal of Vagado, spoke. She sat cross-legged on the sofa by the fireplace. Three warriors of Vagado stood behind her. The student with broad shoulders blocked the fire from the fireplace. .

"I've heard that there is always a tradition of cheating in tournaments." She grinned and said, looking like a strange-looking voodoo woman: "But I always admire Principal Dumbledore, since he said No cheating, someone else must have moved their hands and feet"

"I'm here for this." Moody said gruffly, "Albus, I have brought a piece of evidence." He pushed the little wizard, and the little wizard tremblingly put out what he had just said in the auditorium. I said it again, then closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling constantly.

Harry looked at him from a distance, as if he had seen himself.

At this moment, things seemed to have taken a turn for the better. Everyone, including the three warriors of Durmstrang, turned their heads to look at Karkaroff, the principal who has always been unpopular in the school.

"I, you, you are framing me!" Karkaroff said flusteredly.

"Then tell me why you showed up in the hallway late at night?" Moody said gruffly, "Don't deny me, I look at you with this eye."

Karkaroff stood by, looking frustrated. He turned to look at the other three principals, "What do you think?"

"Don't want to change the subject! Clean up your suspicion before talking to others!" Moody yelled.

"What do you think I will do?" Karkaroff yelled, "I'm just by nature cautious, and habitually check it again... Even if I want to cheat, I won't give Hogwarts an inexplicable second group of warriors. !"

There was some truth to these words. Several principals nodded slightly. Everyone hoped that their warriors would win, and they would not behave as an enemy and give other schools a second chance.

But Moody was still reluctant. "Maybe someone’s purpose is not to win... yes," his voice roared with a trace: "Maybe someone wants Potter to die for this. Yeah, some of you don’t. Understand, what's the big deal about an ordinary little boy...but you know his value, don't you, Karkaroff?"

His magic eye turned around, collecting the expressions of everyone in the room. The only intact eye stared at Karkaroff, spitting.

"Don't forget your identity, some scum is scum for a lifetimeyou"

"Alastor!" Dumbledore looked at him sternly, and Moody smacked his lips and stopped speaking.

Karkaroff looked like an injured animal, suddenly lost all his strength, involuntarily leaning against the wall. "You are... a threat! I tell you, it's not me... no reason..."

Mrs. Maxim snorted loudly. She occupied a sofa by herself and said: "I must remind you that I have digressed now. I don't know what your old grudges are, but our focus now is what should we do? Deal with the second group of warriors that come out at Hogwarts."

"These are small problems." Felix said suddenly.

"Little problem? Little problem!?" Mrs. Maxim repeated his words angrily.

"Yes, little question... please wait, ma'am." Felix said, and he looked at Dumbledore. "Albus?"

Dumbledore raised his head and met his gaze

In an instant, the light and shadow were distorted, and the world was hanging upside down.