Opening the door, Xie Lin stepped into the room.
It was a room filled with portraits of wizards. Many wizards were very old. When they saw Xie Lin come in, they all got into the large picture frame in the center and whispered to each other about Xie Lin's figure and appearance.
Eleanor noticed the movement and looked over, with an expression on her face that she had known she would be like this. "It is indeed you, Xie Lin. It seems that the day when I can compete with you on the same stage won't be too long."
Xie Lin has accepted the reality and put down the burden in his heart. At this time, his eyes are full of confidence, "You will be satisfied when the time comes, Eleanor."
Katalin also came over with a face of surprise at this time, "That's great, Mr. Malfoy, I never thought you could become a Hogwarts warrior. It's my dream to compete with you on the same stage," Katalin continued. He changed his tone to a more serious tone and said: "Please do your best and let me see your 'real' strength!"
Xie Lin raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, his eyes filled with inexplicable light.
The long-lost fighting spirit burned in his chest.
My real strength?
Do you know that when I get serious, even I feel scared?
He has indeed been suppressed for too long - since the incident of the Ghost Society's attack, he had too many scruples, so he could only rely on two alien allies to take action for him, and after that he obtained Hufflepah. Qi's inheritance has created a three-in-one magic power. Even he himself has no idea where his strength has gone.
After a while, the door was pushed open again, and a figure walked in slightly hesitantly.
The three warriors turned to look, and Harry Potter looked at them hesitantly.
Katalin thought he came in to deliver a message, and her eyes were full of doubts.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"
There was a rush of footsteps from behind, and Ludovic Bagman entered the room. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.
"How bizarre!" said Bagman. "Absolutely bizarre! Please allow me to introduce - as incredible as this may seem - this is the fourth warrior of the Triwizard Tournament!"
Eleanor straightened up, looked at Harry up and down, and then at Sherrin, showing a thoughtful expression.
Katalin shook her long hair and smiled sweetly. She said a little arrogantly: "He can't compete, he is too young! - Of course, Mr. Malfoy is an exception. You can't think that everyone can be like him." Isn't Mr. Malfoy that great?"
"It's a bit difficult!" Bagman shook his head: "The age limit was only implemented this year as an additional security measure. Now that your names are sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire... I mean, I think since Having reached this point, there is no room for escaping...the rules are very clear, you must abide by the rules...you must try your best to complete the game!"
The door was pushed open again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Ms. Maxim, Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Nepp. Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, hundreds of students buzzed with discussion from the auditorium next door.
"What does this mean, Dumbledore?" Madam Maxime shouted arrogantly, her huge breasts in black satin clothes rising and falling violently.
"I want to know this too, Dumbledore," Professor Karkaroff said, with a cold smile on his face and a pair of blue eyes as cold as ice, "There are two warriors in Hogwarts? I don’t remember anyone telling me that the host school can have two warriors—didn’t I read those regulations carefully enough?”
"That's impossible," said Madam Maxime, her large hands covered with gorgeous opals resting on Katalin's shoulders. "It's extremely unfair that Hogwarts can't have two champions."
"In our impression, your age line can exclude competitors who are not old enough, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said, still wearing that cold smile on his face, and the eyes were bright. The chill deepened, "Otherwise, we will definitely bring more candidates from our schools as well."
"Potter is the only one to blame, Karkaroff," Snape said softly, his dark eyes flashing with hostility. "Don't blame Dumbledore. It's all Potter's insistence on breaking the rules. He has been After entering school, he continued to violate school rules——"
"Thank you, Severus," Dumbledore said decisively. Snape closed his mouth, but his eyes still shone with malice through his greasy black hair.
Professor Dumbledore was looking down at Harry now, and Harry was looking back at him.
"Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" he asked calmly.
"No," said Harry. Snape made an impatient sound of disbelief from the shadows.
"Did you ask your older classmates to help you throw their names into the Goblet of Fire?" Professor Dumbledore ignored Snape and continued to ask.
"No," Harry said excitedly.
"Ah, he must be lying!" cried Madame Maxime. Snape shook his head and pursed his lips.
"There's no way he's crossed that age line," snapped Professor McGonagall. "I'm sure we all agree on that -"
"Dumbledore must have got that line wrong," Madam Maxime said, shrugging. "At least I know - both Mr. Malfoys put their names in publicly."
Professor McGonagall was at a loss for words and could not speak.
Yes, two fourth-year students cracked Dumbledore's magic, which is simply unbelievable in the eyes of Professor McGonagall.
"Mr. Crouch...Mr. Bagman," Karkaroff said, his voice becoming smooth again, "you two are our - um - objective referees. You must also think that this matter is Highly inappropriate, isn’t it?”
Bagman wiped his chubby baby face with a handkerchief and looked at Mr. Crouch.
Mr. Crouch stood outside the circle of fire, his face half hidden in shadow. He looked a little weird. The black half made him look much older, almost like a skeleton. But when he spoke, his voice was as stiff as ever.
"We must abide by the charter. The charter clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition."
"Hey, Barty knows the charter by heart." Bagman said, with a smile on his face, and looked back at Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim, as if the matter had been resolved satisfactorily.
"Durmstrang will never participate in the next hegemonic tournament!" Karkaroff was furious. "We have had so many meetings and gone through so many negotiations and consultations. I never thought that something like this would happen again! I I just want to leave now!”
"A bluffing threat, Karkaroff!" growled a voice from the door. "You can't leave your champion now. She must play. They all must play. As Dumbledore said, this is influenced by It's bound by a magical contract. That's good for you, isn't it?"
Moody just walked into the room. He limped toward the fire, and every time his right foot landed, there was a loud thump, thump, thump.
"Advantageous?" said Karkaroff. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean, Moody."
Karkaroff tried hard to sound contemptuous, as if he didn't care at all about Moody's words, but his hands betrayed his inner feelings, and they clenched into fists involuntarily.
"Really?" Moody said softly, "It's simple, Karkaroff. Someone put Potter's name into that goblet, and he knew that if the name came out, Potter would have to play. I have a feeling that the person who put this boy's name into the goblet must be a clever wizard..."
"Oh, what evidence do you have for this?" Ms. Maxim asked, raising her two big hands.
"Because they deceived a very powerful magical object!" Moody said. "To blind the goblet and make it forget that there are only three schools participating in the competition, it requires a particularly powerful confusion spell... I I guess they must have registered Potter's name as a student from the fourth school and made sure he was the only candidate from that school..."
Karkaroff mocked this and almost got into a fight with Moody.
"How this situation came about, none of us know," Dumbledore said to everyone gathered in the room, "but it seems to me that we have no choice but to accept it. Harry and Sherrin were both Selected to participate in the competition. Therefore, they must abide by the rules of the Goblet of Fire and give their best in the competition."
"Okay, let's continue, shall we?" Bagman said, rubbing his hands and looking at the people in the room with a smile, "We're going to give guidance to our warriors, right? Barty, it's up to you. Bar?"
Mr. Crouch seemed suddenly to snap out of his reverie. "The first project is to test your courage, so we are not going to tell you what it is. Dare to face the unknown is an important quality for wizards. The first project will be carried out on November 24th. Complete in front of other students and the judging panel. When completing the competition project, the warrior is not allowed to ask or accept any help from his teacher. When the warrior faces the first round of challenges, the only weapon in his hand is his own wand. Wait for the first They will learn about the second project only after the end of the project. Since the competition is very demanding and lasts a long time, the warriors do not take exams during the academic year.”
Mr. Crouch turned to Dumbledore. "I guess that's all, Albus?"
"Yes, nothing was missed," said Dumbledore.
"Wait a minute, professor, I have something else to do." Xie Lin suddenly said.
Dumbledore looked at Sherrin in confusion.
Schelling said: "Mr. Crouch said that daring to face the unknown is an important quality for wizards. However, I read a lot of information about the previous Triwizard Tournament and found that there are endless cheating methods. Everyone who understands the content of the competition School professors are even rushing to tell their students the content of the test. I think this is very bad and must be stopped, otherwise there will be no competition."
A shrewd light flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he stared at Sherlin and said, "What do you mean..."
"Actually, it's very simple. It's better to make a contract with magic. Anyone who knows the relevant content of the competition is not allowed to inform any warriors in any way. If they have the idea of leaking the secret, they will be bound by the magic in the contract and cannot move. The contract says The magic will last until the end of the Triwizard Tournament." After saying that, Xie Lin showed a smile that didn't deserve a beating.
No one knows better than him how bad this competition is. For example, before the first competition - Fire Dragon, every warrior knows what their competition is about.
Ms. Maxim and Professor Karkaroff looked a little unnatural.
Ms. Maxim said: "That's not it."
Professor Karkaroff said: "The Triwizard Tournament has been going on for so many years, and there is no need to sign a confidentiality agreement."
Dumbledore looked at Bagman and Crouch, who nodded in agreement. Three of the five referees agreed, while Ms. Maxim and Professor Karkaroff had no choice but to accept.
Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, and a piece of parchment appeared, hanging in the air. The tip of the wand emitted light, and dense text quickly formed on the parchment, with various confidentiality agreements written on it. After everyone present read it, They all believe that all aspects of this contract have been taken into account.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and the golden names made of magic were imprinted on the parchment; then Maxim, Karkaroff, McGonagall, Bagman, Snape, Hagrid, Flitwick, Sprout; and finally the four warriors they competed in.
After everything was completed, the parchment was ignited by the sudden appearance of blue flames, burning cleanly in mid-air at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There seemed to be a rope in everyone's mind, reminding them not to do anything that violated the contract.
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