v5 Chapter 112： Intellectual Disability Cup (2 in 1)

The Triwizard Tournament, literally speaking, is of course three schools and three warriors.

For hundreds of years, so many sessions have been held, and everyone has always believed that.

But today I suddenly discovered that the three is not a real number, but an imaginary number.

For example, tonight, the 'three' refers to twenty-three.

Durmstrang nine, Beauxbatons seven, and Hogwarts seven.

Three warriors, that's a routine operation.

A fourth warrior appeared... The students barely accepted it.

The fifth warrior... The little wizard began to doubt life.

When the sixth and seventh people stand up, everyone will be confused and their brains will shut down.

When more than 20 warriors appeared all at once, there was only one thing everyone pondered:

Did I not wake up?

In fact, school has not yet started today, all this is a dream!

Haha, I'm not crazy!

So Goyle slapped Crabbe.

Draco is actually a warrior?

Can this dream be any more false?

Crabbe thought so too, so he slapped Goyle back.

The two of them fought back and forth, like the Russian slap contest... the kind that can't wake up.

McLaggen sat in his place, his face contorted.

When the fourth warrior came out, he was quick to make a bet with Eloise:

If another warrior comes out, he will eat the cup on the spot.

Then, Qiu stood up and the speed of light hit him in the face.

He bet that there would be a sixth warrior, and went to eat raw fried tail snails... Then, George stood up and slapped him again.

After a dozen bets in a row, McLaggen lost all of them, and his face was swollen.

I gambled on everything I could eat, not even the toilet.

McLaggen was outraged.

Why... He spent fifty Galleons to find an adult senior to put his name in.

So many people became warriors, why didn't he become a warrior? !

He is still a kryptonite.

You have to say other people, even Ron, Potter's son-in-law, is a warrior!

Ron stood up and wanted to enjoy cheering for a while, but seeing everyone looking at him like a liar, he hurriedly walked towards the room.

The auditorium was dead silent, but the room was much more lively.

Hermione, Fleur and Autumn gathered around the fire, whispering something.

Cedric and George looked around the room, the portraits on the walls, all turned to look at them.

A wrinkled witch whizzed out of her frame and got into the frame next to it, which was a wizard with a walrus beard.

The wrinkled witch began to bite his ears quietly.

With a gloomy face, Krum found that six people had entered the room.

No...isn't this the Triwizard Tournament? How did it become the Big Six Tournament?

But looking at the expressions of the other five people, their reactions were flat, and they seemed to have known what had happened.

He doesn't know!

The feeling was uncomfortable, and Krum was about to ask something when there was a commotion behind him.

More than a dozen wizards rushed to the door, eight of whom were students of Durmstrang.

Krum frowned even tighter. He looked at a student and said, "What's the matter, Polyako! Principal Karkaroff told me to go back?"

"No." Polyaco shook his head with a smug look on his face.

"We are warriors just like you!"

"That's impossible!" Krum snapped. "There is only one warrior in a school..."

"But there are a lot of warriors right now, even if you might be..." Poliacco shrugged. "Can't understand what happened."

There was another rush of footsteps at the door.

Ludo Bagman entered the room. He looked around and said loudly:

"It's so bizarre! Absolutely so bizarre! Everyone..."

"Who would have thought that there would be more than 20 warriors in our Triwizard Tournament?!

Merlin, this has never happened in seven hundred years! "

Krum straightened up, frowned his thick eyebrows, and stared at Bagman.

It seems that there are really many warriors.

He looked at the others, and his expression became more and more gloomy.

Everyone seems to know what's going on... only he doesn't!

In fact, in addition to Krum, there are also more aggressive students.

Like Malfoy.

He thought that at Hogwarts, he was the only warrior!

what happened! Three thousand five hundred Galleons, isn't it a buyout quota? !

The door was pushed open again, and a large crowd poured in:

Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs Maxim, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, everyone could hear the humming of hundreds of students in the auditorium next door.

Madame Maxime was tall and tall, her head touching the candle-lit chandelier.

She was a little excited, her huge **** in black satin clothes heaving violently.

"What the **** does that mean, Professor Dumbledore?"

"I want to know this too." Professor Karkaroff had a cold smile on his face, and his blue eyes were as cold as ice cubes.

"Isn't this the Triwizard Tournament? Why are there so many warriors? Did I not read the rules carefully enough?"

"Actually... I'd also like to know what happened."

Dumbledore showed just the right amount of confusion. He looked around:

"We really should only have three warriors, but now..."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly: "You don't think I did it, do you? Why would I do such a thing?"

Maxim and Karkaroff looked at each other.

There's really no reason for Dumbledore to make a whole bunch of warriors.

If there were one or two more Hogwarts students, they would still understand. But now there are more than just Hogwarts students.

"Ask Stark?" Crouch interjected suddenly.

"During this time, he has been keeping the Goblet of Fire, so he might know something!"

Everyone was stunned.

Professor Snape grinned and said in a greasy voice, "I'll call him."

He was worried that he had no chance to trouble William. In the last class, all the herbs he "picked up" were stolen.

It must have been stolen by a big piece of shit!

Snape had no proof, but he never needed proof to do things.

Intuition told him the truth!

Likewise, this time is inseparable from him!

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Sitting at the Ravenclaw table, William was slowly sipping his black tea.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Gryffindor table, where Harry was sitting, head bowed, wondering what he was thinking.

There is another important reason why Dumbledore did not choose Harry to become a warrior:

Peter found Voldemort and tortured Bertha, and there is a high probability that he would know about the Triwizard Tournament in advance.

During the World Cup, Voldemort didn't do anything, so the Triwizard Tournament is likely to be shot.

Dumbledore made it clear that if Voldemort wanted to do something, or to resurrect, his target must and could only be Harry.

Although William didn't know why the principal was so sure, he still thought about it according to this idea.

Voldemort's goal is really Harry, and he wants to do something in the game. The biggest possibility... is to make Harry a warrior!

If William were Voldemort, he would have done it.

Only when he becomes a warrior can he fish in troubled waters.

So, William can't make Harry a warrior. He was waiting for the opponent to make a move, and then followed the vine.

Someone throws Harry's name in, and William can communicate with the red dragon in the Holy Grail and slowly find out where that person is.

In fact, William let the twins and Cedric take turns monitoring the Hogwarts map last night.

As long as someone goes to the list, it will be recorded.

But unfortunately, all the students came at night.

Of course, if it was Peter, it wouldn't be found either. After all, his name has long been wiped off the map.

William was ready, and Harry's name came from the Goblet of Fire.

But they seem to have guessed wrong... Harry didn't become a warrior, no one put his name in.

Or... Voldemort also thought of this layer after exposing his tracks in Albania.

So, ready to execute a more stealthy plan?

William rubbed his eyebrows and raised his head suddenly. Because the auditorium was quiet.

Professor Snape didn't need to speak, his temperament was stubborn, just squinting and looking around, he could shut everyone up.

Even the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

This greasy middle-aged man... has something.

Professor Snape walked towards William, and when he passed Gryffindor, he picked up the ball and deducted twenty points.

William held the cup and couldn't help laughing.

He seriously suspected that deducting Gryffindor House points had become Professor Snape's muscle memory.

When he was talking in his sleep, he could have said something similar: Potter... Gryffindor deducted five points.

Professor Snape walked to the Ravenclaw table, shook his robes, and sneered: "Come on, don't you have any self-awareness? What did you do?"

William took a sip of tea and said softly, "I don't understand what you said, Professor."

Snape narrowed his eyes, took a seat and sat down without looking at William, frowning and said in a low voice:

"You offended Crouch?"

William raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe, during the summer vacation, he said I burned the forests of Albania."

Crouch did approach William and Hermione because of this matter, but mainly wanted to hear about Bertha.

William and Hermione tweeted that they didn't know, maybe they were hated by him.

Professor Snape gloated and said, "Then you're in trouble. He just named and suspected you, saying that the Goblet of Fire was always with you."

"He has no proof that I did it." William said calmly.

Snape snorted and said, "A lot of money, right?"

William just laughed without saying a word, neither admitting nor denying it.

Snape pouted.

Others don't know, but he does.

William scoured the school wool and tinkered with him to sell materials for the eight-eyed giant spider.

What happened to the Warriors this time must have been done by William, and he made a lot of money.

"Thank you professor for reminding me." William turned the cup.

Snape was fine, and told him that Crouch was backstabbing him.

This Crouch...the problem is very serious.

"Reminder, I didn't remind you of anything!"

Professor Snape stood up suddenly and said sternly, "Aren't you going yet? Do you need me to tell me what you have done?

The principals are waiting for you! "

William was slightly stunned, but Snape turned and left, leaving him an angry back.

The auditorium suddenly exploded again.

It was Stark who did it!

William was speechless for a moment. He had just finished complimenting Professor Snape when he acted again.

Originally, William just went to the room, and at most everyone thought that he had something to do with him.

But the professor's voice, isn't it true that he did it!

Hogwarts is a paradise for rumors, you don't need evidence at all, just make up your mind.

William sighed, and slowly walked into the room under everyone's awe.

In the room, there are still rivalries.

Maxim seems to be arguing with Karkaroff again.

Seeing William coming, the two shut up again and stared at him.

"Is there anything you want to do with me?" William asked. "Is it because you want me to be the referee?"

"..."

"Not the referee..." Dumbledore shook his head, "William, you also saw so many warriors.

We want to know if you are aware of this. "

William frowned and said, "I don't know... I also really want to be a warrior.

Honestly, it's a huge honor.

If I can break through the age line, I will definitely be a warrior myself! "

"But, Crouch just said that the Goblet of Fire has always been with you?" Karkaroff still had a cold smile on his face, and the chill in his eyes deepened.

"You're a student, why do you keep the Goblet of Fire?!" he questioned. "Who gave you the power!"

"The power that the Italian Ministry of Magic has given me is you," William said.

"During the summer vacation, I happened to do a little favor to the Italian Minister of Magic."

I'm busy... everyone has a black line.

Saving Venice...isn't that a little favor?

In this comparison, Voldemort is the boss of the village gangster.

William continued: "I happen to be particularly fond of the Goblet of Fire.

To commemorate my great friendship with the Italian Ministry of Magic, Minister He Wen lent me the Goblet of Fire to study.

I have the right to deal with the Goblet of Fire, and you are borrowing something from me.

Of course I have the right to decide when to lend it to you.

Is there a problem? "

Everyone was speechless. This...of course it's fine.

"As for why these people become warriors, you should ask them, why do you ask me?!"

William paced the room, pointed at a Durmstrang student, and said:

"Did I help you become a warrior? Tell the truth!"

"No!" The man shook his head desperately. "I am a warrior based on my own strength!"

"sincere."

William tapped Malfoy on the shoulder again. "What about you, I didn't help you become a warrior, did I?"

"No my own voted name!"

Malfoy clenched his neck, and it seemed that everyone questioned his ability, which was the biggest insult to him.

William smiled: "Very good, very energetic!"

Snape in the corner pouted.

Not to mention Malfoy, if Weasley can become a warrior by his own strength, then the Goblet of Fire will not be called the Goblet of Fire.

It should be renamed...the mentally retarded cup.

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Four thousand words in one, not split into two chapters.

There is another chapter in the evening, which is equivalent to the third chapter. )