Chapter 558

Harry sat there, aware that everyone in the hall turned to look at him. Numb. He must be dreaming.

He must have heard it wrong.

There was no applause. There was only a bee like buzz in the hall.

Some students stood up and took a good look while he was sitting in his seat.

At the top table, Professor McGonagall stood up, passed by Ruth bagmond and Professor Karkaroff, and whispered to Professor Dumbledore, who leaned over his ear and frowned slightly.

Harry turned and said to the other three as the whole table of Gryffindor looked at him with wide mouths.

"I didn't name it," Harry said blankly. "You know I don't have one."

Ron and Hermione glared blankly at him, too, knowing that Harry didn't put his name in.

"Of course we know." Van Lim said quickly, "but your name has appeared. If Dumbledore has any arrangements, you just follow them. I will help you."

"Good." Harry nodded, and van Lin was still reliable, though he still looked silly.

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

"Harry. Potter He called again. "Harry! Come up here, please

"Go ahead." Said Fanlin in a low voice. Hermione nudged Harry.

Harry stood up, stepped on the satin's hem and nearly fell over. He passed between Slytherin and huffpuff's tables. The road seemed endless, and the highest table seemed out of reach.

He felt hundreds of eyes looking at him. And every eye is like a searchlight. The buzz is getting louder and louder. It felt like an hour before he came to Dumbledore, and all the teachers were looking at him.

"Well Through that door, Harry Dumbledore said he didn't smile.

Harry walked along the teacher's desk. Hagrid sat on the other end. He didn't blink at Harry, he didn't wave, he didn't have any kind of greeting.

He was completely stunned. As Harry walked by, he was staring at him like everyone else. Harry walked out of the hall and found himself in a small room full of portraits of witches and witches. It was a stove facing him. It was burning well.

As soon as he entered, the painted faces looked at him, and a withered witch came from herself, flew into a nearby wizard with a walrus beard and whispered in his ear.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory and Furon Delacour sat around the fire, and they gave a strange impression.

Krum was hunched over the mantel, meditating, separated from the other two. Cedric stood with his back on his back, staring at the door, while Furon Delacour looked around and swung her hair back as Harry entered.

"What's the matter?" She asked, "do they want us to go back to the hall?"

She thought Harry had come to take a message and didn't know how to explain what had just happened.

He could only stand there and look at the three players and find them surprisingly tall.

There was a flurry of footsteps behind him, and Ruth bagmond entered the room, and he took Harry's hand and walked forward.

"It's unusual!" He mumbled, twisting Harry's arm. "It's extraordinary!

Gentlemen Ladies. "He added, close to the fire, and said to the other three," please allow me to introduce - a bit incredible - the fourth Triwizard player. "

Viktor Krum straightened up. Looking at Harry, his haughty face darkened, and he remembered that the little wizard's friend was on the Quidditch World Cup.

Cedric looked at bagmond and Harry in bewilderment. It was as if I had heard bagmond wrong. Furong Delacour shook her head and said with a smile, "Oh, very funny joke, Mr. bagmon."

"Joke?" Bagmon repeated, a little confused. "No, no, it's not a joke at all. The flaming goblet just gave Harry his name

Lotus frowned. "But it's obviously wrong," she said contemptuously to bagmond. "He can't compete. He's too young. "

"Well It's strange, "bagmond said, touching his smooth chin and smiling at Harry. "But, you know, the age limit is a special security measure only added this year. His name came out of the cup I mean, in this case, I don't think it's possible to quit.

It's the rule, you have to Harry just did what he could - "

the door opened again and a large crowd came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. crouch, Mrs. maxim, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Harry heard the hum of countless students on the other side of the wall, and Professor McGonagall shut the door.

"Mrs. Maxim!" Furong immediately went to her headmaster, "they said the little boy would also like to participate in the competition."

In Harry's disbelieving numbness of mind, there was a certain kind of anger, little boy?

Indeed, compared with Harry's short head, Mrs. Maxim was quite tall, her graceful head touching the wax chandeliers, and her broad black satin puffed under the breast."What do you mean, Dumbledore?" She asked with a cold face.

"I also want to know, Dumbledore," Professor kakarov said. He had a cold smile and cold eyes. "There are two players at Hogwarts. I don't remember anyone saying that the host school can have two players. Have I not read the rules carefully enough? "

He gave a piercing laugh.

"It can't be," said Mrs. maxim, her large, opalescent hand on Furong's shoulder. "Hogwarts can't have two players. That's not fair."

"Dumbledore, we all believe that your age line will prevent young people from signing up." Kakarov is still a cold image, but his eyes are colder. "Otherwise, of course, we will bring more candidates from the school to a wider range."

"It's all Potter's fault, kakarov," snape said gently. His black eyes sparkled with evil. "Don't blame Dumbledore for insisting on breaking the rules. He's been in trouble ever since."

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore said firmly.

Snape was silent, but through his greasy black hair, his eyes were still shining with evil light.

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Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry, and Harry was looking at him, trying to interpret the professor's eyes behind the half moon lens.

"Harry, did you put your name in the burning goblet?" Dumbledore asked, calm.

"No," Harry replied, knowing that everyone was watching him closely. In the dark, Snape snorted softly, apparently impatient and distrustful.

Professor Dumbledore, Professor Morris Snape, continued, "did you ask a student older than you to release it for you?"

"No!" Harry reacted strongly.

"Well, of course he lied!" Mrs. Maxim said Snape was shaking his head, his lips twisted.

"He can't cross the age line." McGonagall snapped, "I'm sure we all agree -"

"Dumbledore must have mistaken the age line." Mrs. Maxim shrugged.

"Of course, it's possible." Dumbledore replied politely.

"Dumbledore, you're not mistaken. You know that very well." MEG was angry.

"What nonsense! Harry himself couldn't cross the age line. As Professor Dumbledore said, he didn't ask any older student to help him, but it's hard to say that some kind-hearted person did it for him. " She gave Professor Snape a very angry glance.

"Mr. crouch, Mr. bagmon," kakarov said in a glib tone, "you are an objective judge. You must think that is the most unreasonable."

Bagmond wiped his face with a handkerchief. Round face, very childish. He was in Mr. crouch, who stood outside the circle of fire, his face hidden in the darkness, which made him look much older and made him look like a skeleton.

He spoke, his voice as slow as usual. "We have to obey the rules. The rules clearly state that anyone whose name comes out of the burning goblet must take part in the competition

"Barty knows the statute book like the back of his hand." Bagmon grinned and turned to kakarov and Mrs. maxim, as if the matter had come to an end.

"I insist that my other students sign up again." Kakarov changed his glib tone and did not smile. He was full of ugliness. "You can put out the burning goblet again, and we will continue to throw names into it until there are two players in each school. That's the only way to be fair, Dumbledore

"But, kakarov, that won't work," bagmon said. "The flaming goblet just went out, and it won't burn again until the start of the next game."

"Then Harry won't be able to compete!" Kakarov said that. "After so many meetings and so many negotiations and concessions, I didn't expect such a thing to happen! Now I'm almost ready to go. "

"Don't make unnecessary threats, kacrof." There was a voice at the door, "now you can't leave your players alone. He still has to play. They all have to compete. As Dumbledore said, a binding magic contract. Is it convenient, eh? "

As soon as Moody came in, he made his way to the fire, and every step he took made a loud clang.

"Convenient?" Said kakarov. "Moody, I'm afraid I don't understand what you're talking about."

Harry could see that he was trying to play high, pretending he didn't know what moody was saying, but his fisted hands betrayed him.

"Is it?" Moody said quietly, "it's very simple, kakarov. Someone put Porter's name in the cup, and he knew that once selected, Porter would have to compete."

"Obviously, there are people who want Hogwarts to have more chances to win." Exclaimed Mrs. Maxim.

"I agree with you, Mrs. Maxim." Kakarov bowed to her. "I will protest to the Ministry of magic and the international wizard Association.""If anyone has reason to protest, it's Potter." Moody growled. "The funny thing is, I didn't hear a word from him."

"What can he complain about?" Furong Delacour stamped her foot and said. "He got the chance to play, didn't he? For weeks, we all wanted to be selected. For the honor of the school, for the prize of 1000 gold coins. This is a chance many people dream of. "

"There may be hope that Harry will die." Moody's got a roaring tone.

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

Ruth bagmon, who seemed really nervous, walked up and down uneasily, "moody, you old thing, what are you talking about."

"We all know that if Professor moody hasn't figured out six plots to kill him before lunch, he'll feel like the morning is over." "Obviously he's teaching his students, and he's afraid of assassination. Dumbledore, this is a trick to offend us. Of course, you have your reasons. "

"Said I made it up?" Moody yelled, "don't you understand? Eh? It was some skilled wizard who put the child's name in the cup... "

"What evidence do you have?" Maxim waved his hand. "Because he cheated on a magical thing!" "It takes a very strong spell to confuse the goblet and make it forget that only three schools compete," moody said. I guess he put Porter's name in a fourth school to make sure he was the only one in that class

"Modi, it seems you've been thinking a lot." He said coldly, "of course, the theory is quite brilliant. I heard that you recently smashed a beautiful glass from your birthday present as a smartly wrapped lizard egg, so we don't take your words seriously. You should understand

"Some people always want to take advantage of irrelevant events," modi retorted in a threatening tone.

"It's my business to think about what those insidious wizards do, kakarov - you should remember..."

"Alasto!" Dumbledore warned.

Harry didn't know who he was talking to for a moment, but later realized that this was the real name of moody.

Moody's did not speak, but looked at kakarov with pride, who was infuriated.

"How can this happen? We don't want Dumbledore to say to the people in the room. "In my opinion, we have no choice but to accept the facts. Harry and Derek were chosen to compete

"Dumbledore -- but --"

"Dear Mrs. maxim, if you have any good suggestions, I am all ears."

"If, according to Moody's, the magic is strong enough to deceive my wizard in the Goblet of fire, I think there are other people in Hogwarts who can do it besides the professors here."

Everyone was stunned. In addition to professors, there were only students.

"You're kidding, bypassing Dumbledore's age line, and then cheating on the Goblet of fire, which requires a powerful confusion mantra. I don't remember I taught such a student..." Snape said scornfully. He felt that Mrs. Maxim was talking.

"No, Severus, there are still people in Hogwarts who can do it..." Dumbledore took a deep look at Mrs. Maxim.

"I think we need to invite him here..."

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