Chapter 176：

Almost all the little wizards were persuaded by Dumbledore’s words. They had to admit that Miss Granger’s strength was counted throughout Hogwarts. At least until now, few little wizards can. Completely used the guardian **** spell, so quickly. They spontaneously cheered for Hermione Granger.

Hermione, who was recognized, smiled and beckoned to everyone, and then walked out of the crowd and entered the next room.

"Great!" When the noise finally subsided, Dumbledore exclaimed happily, "Well, now our three warriors have been selected. I know I can trust all of you, including Boothbarton and The other students of Durmstrang, you will definitely support your warriors with all your strength. By cheering on the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event—"

But Dumbledore stopped talking suddenly, and everyone could see what attracted his attention.

The flame in the goblet turned red again. Sparks splashed out cracklingly. A long tongue of fire suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was raised on it.

Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand subconsciously and grabbed the parchment. He held it far away, staring at the name written on it. After a long silence, Dumbledore stared at the note in his hand, and everyone in the auditorium stared at Dumbledore. Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and said aloud--

"Harry Potter."

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Harry sat there, realizing that everyone in the auditorium had turned their heads and looked at him. He was stunned, his mind was blank. He must be dreaming. He must have heard it wrong just now.

There was no applause. A buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were singing. Some students also stood up, in order to see Harry more clearly, and Harry sat stiffly in his seat, as if frozen.

Professor McGonagall stood up in the main guest seat, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, and whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore’s ear. Dumbledore listened and wrinkled slightly. Frowned.

Harry turned to look at Ron beside him. He saw that the classmates at the long Gryffindor table behind them all opened their mouths and stared at him.

"I didn't put my name in." Harry said blankly. "You know I don't."

They were also at a loss, staring at him blankly.

In the main guest seat, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

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

"Go," Ron urged in a low voice, pushing Harry lightly.

Harry stood up, stepped on the bottom of his robe, stumbled slightly. He followed the passage between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's tables. He felt that the road seemed extremely long, and the guest seat seemed always so far away. He could feel hundreds of eyes staring at him, as if each eye could not be a searchlight. The buzzing discussion grew louder and louder. It seemed that a full hour had passed before he finally walked to Dumbledore, and he felt all the teachers' eyes fixed on him.

"Well... go to that door, Harry." Dumbledore said, without a smile on his face, then he looked at Ye Ting again, "Mr. Ye, you are our special guest, too One of the referees, please come too, we need your help."

Ye Ting walked along the staff's desk, through the door, and out of the auditorium. He found himself in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides. In the fireplace opposite him, the fire was burning vigorously.

When he entered, all the faces in the portrait turned to look at him. He saw a crumpled witch whizzing out of her picture frame and got into the next picture frame, on which was a witch with a walrus beard. The wrinkled witch began to bite his ears quietly.

Victor Rum, Hermione Granger, and Fleur Delacour all surrounded the fire. When Ye Ting walked in, Furong Delacour and Hermione Granger both turned their heads. When they saw Ye Ting, they showed surprise expressions.

"You are here, Mr. Referee." Furong stepped forward and greeted Ye Ting, "To be honest, did you secretly help your little girlfriend? She is not seventeen years old! "

Of course, this was a complete joke, and she was not angry because Hermione was not old enough.

"Of course I didn't help her," Ye Ting shook his head, "It all depends on her own efforts."

"Well, I'm really proud of her." Furong pretended to be sad, "Is he already a family?"

"No...No," Furong's teasing made Hermione stutter. She is not used to her relationship with Ye Ting being made known to everyone, "I...we are just ordinary friends."

"Is it just an ordinary friend?" Furong suddenly smirked. "If that's the case, you don't mind if I start pursuing him, I'm not welcome."

"No!" In this respect, Hermione was not Fleur's opponent at all, and she was flushed with amusement all at once.

"Okay, Furong." Ye Ting smiled helplessly, "Don't bully Little Hermione, I'm here for business." ("Don't call me Little Hermione!")

"Okay, okay, I'm not talking about the head office, you are really partial." Fleur stopped teasing Hermione and asked instead, "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

She thought he was coming in to spread the word.

However, Ye Ting had not yet begun to explain what had just happened, and another person walked in outside the door, Harry Potter.

There was a rush of footsteps behind, and Ludo Bagman walked into the room. He grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him forward.

"It's weird!" He squeezed Harry's arm hard and muttered in a low voice, "It's absolutely weird! Two gentlemen...madams," he walked to the fireside and said to the other three people, "please allow me to introduce Now-even though it seems incredible-this is the fourth warrior in the Triwizard Tournament!"

Victor Krum straightened up and looked up and down Harry, with a gloomy expression on his face. Hermione looked at a loss. He looked at Bagman, and then at Harry, thinking he must have not heard what Bagman said. Fleur Delacour shook her long hair, smiled, and said, "Oh, this joke is very funny, Mr. Bagman."

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, somewhat puzzled, "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just came out of the goblet of fire!"

Krum's thick eyebrows frowned slightly. Both Hermione and Furong frowned and looked at Ye Ting.

Ye Ting nodded to them to confirm.

"But this is obviously a mistake," Fleur said proudly to Bagman, "but there is already one player at Hogwarts. It's Miss Granger, isn't it?"

"Yeah... it's really surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and looked down at Harry with a smile. "But you also know that the choice of the match is determined by the Goblet of Fire, since his name is It sprayed out of the goblet...I mean, I think that since this point has been reached, it is not allowed to escape...The regulations are very clearly written, you must follow...Harry must do his best ——"

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large crowd rushed in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape. . Before Professor McGonagall walked up the door, hundreds of students buzzed in the auditorium next door.

Madame Maxim straightened her burly and tall body. Her handsome head touched a chandelier full of candles, and her huge breast in black satin clothes was undulating violently.

"What the **** does this mean, Dumbledore?" she said arrogantly.

"I want to know this too, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff-with a cold smile on his face and blue eyes as cold as ice cubes. "There are two warriors at Hogwarts. I don’t remember someone telling me that there can be two warriors in the host school—Isn’t I carefully looking at the regulations?”

He gave a short laugh, in an unpleasant voice.

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"It's impossible," Mrs. Maxim said, with her big hands wearing many gorgeous opals resting on Fleur's shoulders. "There can be no two warriors at Hogwarts. This is extremely unfair."

"In addition, I think there is a problem with your other candidate," Karkaroff said, still with a cold smile on his face, and the chill in his eyes deepened. "In our impression, your age boundary is We can exclude underage competitors, otherwise, we will certainly bring more candidates from our school."

"This matter has nothing to do with Miss Granger." Ye Ting glanced at Karkaroff and suddenly said, "I can prove that Miss Granger broke the age limit with absolute strength."

Before that, he had been very silent, because he who knew all the truth felt that there was nothing to say, but when his voice rang, it attracted everyone's attention, and no one could ignore his opinion.

Karkaroff didn’t care much about Ye Ting’s words. He didn’t see the scene in the morning with his own eyes. He didn’t know Ye Ting’s greatness. He wanted to refute his words loudly and point out that he was just a child. It couldn't prove that Hermione was a qualified candidate, but when he looked into Ye Ting's eyes, his heart suddenly became cold, as if he was being stared at by something dangerous.

In that look, he felt a tremendous pressure. At that moment, he even felt that it was not a little wizard who was only fourteen years old, but a giant dragon.

--What's going on? It's just a kid, why?

Karkaroff suddenly thought of the rumors he had dismissed before, and now he really began to believe that the kid was a master of the same level as Dumbledore.

So he immediately changed what he said.

"Okay... OK, miss Granger." He decisively denied his initial point of view, "Then what's the matter with Harry Potter? I don't believe he can do this, too. Wouldn't it be you guys starting a small stove for him?"

As expected, he was a former Death Eater who had betrayed his colleagues, and he was quite decisive.

"I can only blame Potter, Karkaroff for this," Snape said softly, his dark eyes flashing hostility, "Don't blame Dumbledore, it's all Potter's insistence on breaking the regulations. He has never After school, I continued to violate school rules—"

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore said categorically. Snape closed his mouth, but his eyes still flashed maliciously through his greasy black hair.