Chapter 401： Unexpected candidate

Chapter 401: Unexpected Candidate

Dumbledore gently grabbed the parchment with a special expression, incomprehensible meaning.

He held the parchment far away, staring at the name on it, and there was a long silence.

Until the end, he read out loud in everyone's eyes, "Harry Potter."

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to Harry Potter, which is different from everyone's imagination, why is there a fourth person participating.

George could clearly see the blankness on Harry's face, and Harry's expression revealed that he did not know about it.

George's mind continued to sink. If it wasn't for Harry's choice of registration, who would register for him? There are not many people with this mindset in the academy. It is not difficult to guess why this person wants Harry to participate in this competition.

"It seems that this year's Triwizard Tournament is not so simple. The true purpose of the game is not just a game between students." George secretly calculated the potential hidden plans.

At this time, Harry was completely blindfolded, as if someone was using a dazzling flash in his eyes. The sound of gongs and drums deafened his ears. He seemed to have entered a state of turning a blind eye and hearing a blind eye. He had no idea what was going on.

His first reaction was when he signed up yesterday. But he immediately realized that he didn't sign up at all, and he was definitely not in the habit of sleepwalking. Today, he also stayed with Ron and Hermione.

Throughout the whole day, he can be sure that he never missed any time, and it was definitely not his name.

So, the question is, if it wasn't for his own name, who would it be?

He subconsciously thought of one possibility after another, George? No, George wouldn't do this kind of nonsense. In fact, he prefers to watch them finish things, express some emotions, and then educate them. George has always opposed this kind of headless arrogance.

If it wasn't George, Harry turned his gaze to Dumbledore. Could it be him? It might be possible. Although he could not find a reason for Dumbledore to do this for the time being, it was difficult to hide Dumbledore’s eyes from the affairs of the school unless he had no intention of paying attention.

If it weren't for Dumbledore, could it be Snape. I don't rule out this possibility, but this possibility is a bit small. Snape was more willing to humiliate him endlessly than to kill him directly, and even if possible, Snape was more willing to save his life.

Or someone from another school? Professor Karkaroff seems suspicious, or the new Professor Moody?

Harry was thinking wildly in his mind, speculating about who had signed up for him.

The students have begun to whisper, dissatisfaction and will can even spread into the air through the look on their faces. The students were very dissatisfied, and seemed to think that someone had tarnished the honor of the Warriors.

Ron was dumbfounded. Seeing the tense atmosphere now, he was somewhat thankful that he had not tried to cheat the age line to sign up. It now seems that a warrior who cheated is not so easy to be. The students who have been squeezed out, the students who support these students, are not easy to deal with.

"But, when did Harry sign up?" Ron looked at Harry questioningly. They were all together today. At night, it's not easy to secretly do not want to wake him up. The training in the African savannah made his perception sharp.

Hermione looked at Harry worriedly, and she believed it was not Harry's will. If Harry really intends to sign up, he will never hide it, it is not something that is not uncommon.

He will discuss with everyone, discuss together, accept everyone's opinions, and ask for appropriate methods. They have done this for the past few years, whether it's the Philosopher's Stone or the secret room, including Sirius Black's.

They have always been like this. They are friends and they are family. They will not deceive their friends or their family members. This was definitely not Harry's intention. Hermione did not believe that Harry would do such a dangerous thing without authorization.

"I didn't, I didn't put my name in." Harry stood up with his hands on the table, he controlled his emotions, and said, "I promise, this is not what I did."

On the rostrum, Professor Dumbledore stood up, he nodded towards Professor McGonagall, and said.

"Harry Potter." He shouted at Harry, "Harry, come here, come up first."

"I believe in you." Hermione whispered, and she pushed Harry slightly. "Go ahead."

"It's okay, just go and explain to the professor." Ron whispered behind Harry.

The trust of his friends warmed Harry's heart. They believed him, and that was enough.

He carefully controlled some top-heavy bodies and walked toward the position of the presidium. He saw George, and George nodded at him, his eyes were comforting and trusting. As if there was a force passing from his gaze, Harry was slowly able to control himself again.

Harry could feel the doubt, suspicion, anger, and contempt in the eyes of others.

Hundreds of eyes were staring at him at this time, and there was malice in these eyes. But at this time, the trust and support of his friends gave him a curse of protection, and none of these malice could harm him.

He took a firm step and walked in front of Dumbledore All the teachers fixed their eyes on him.

"I didn't do it," Harry said confidently.

"Go to the next room first, Harry," Dumbledore said flatly.

Harry followed the faculty’s desk and Hagrid sat at the very edge, just like his identity. But he didn't say hello to Harry now, he was completely stunned.

Harry went straight through the door, left the auditorium, and entered a small room. On the walls on both sides of the room, there are portraits of wizards. Opposite the door, there is a fireplace, the fire is booming.

When Harry walked in, the wizards in the portrait turned to face him. He also saw a crumpled witch leave her frame, got into the next frame, and whispered to a bearded witch.

Victor Krum, Fleur Delacour, and Cedric Diggory were all around the fire. Krum leaned on the wall of the fireplace, as if lowering his head in thought, where he stood, clearly separated from the other two.

(To be continued.)