It's a big accident right now - while it's common sense that four of the Triwizard Tournament players are contestants, four people become five, which is a bit unexpected by everyone.

After all, the Internet café sits five times in a row, one loses and one afternoon - well, the wizarding world doesn't pay attention to this.

To be honest, if others don't say anything about it, Alan is convinced that Dumbledore won't object to having one more player in his own contest - no money anyway, one more is one more, and can he mess up the game?

But it was clear that the game was not Dumbledore's word, and Harry's sudden appearance was not so wonderful at the moment, and Alan even had some suspicions that Dumbledore was taken aback when Harry's name appeared.

Eventually, though, Harry was called up in a daze—even though he stumbled as if he had fallen under a crappy Imperius curse, he managed to make it to the faculty desk and stand beside Alan.

"Well... Go to that door, and you two go together. Dumbledore said, there was no smile on his face - he was tired...

The audience was still stunned, completely unresponsive to this commotion - seriously, Harry made a big news quietly, although he was also the one who was kept in the dark, but it still didn't affect him in the slightest to make a deep impression on the students in the audience.

"Alan, I didn't, I don't know who put my name in—" Harry quickly whispered after Alan.

"What's the matter, don't say you didn't do it, even if you do, it's something to be proud of, what's there to be afraid of?" Alan turned his head and raised his eyebrows, with a slightly playful expression on his face.

"No, Alan, believe me, I really didn't-" Harry clearly didn't understand, still explaining.

This unlucky boy - what's there to be afraid of, teaching you for so long in vain?

Alan glanced at him angrily, without any pause at his feet: "What are you panicking about - don't say that you didn't do it, even if you did it, it's something that's completely in line with the rules, it's the headmaster who should be the headmaster, even if they are disqualified, there is no loss, the Weasley brothers they all crossed the line twice, isn't there anything wrong?"

"Besides, I really can't accept that I chose to abstain during the game, and I didn't make it, what kind of blame did I carry, breaking through Dumbledore's age line is already very proud, isn't it?—— besides, it doesn't affect anything if you give up, anyway, we won this time, and the people inside can't beat me. ”

Alan's flat tone obviously gave Harry a lot of confidence - after all, as Alan said, it's great to give up, and there's nothing to lose.

Anyway, Harry's consideration of Allen's one-handed abuse of him when he was tutoring has already dispelled his confidence in winning the championship, after all, if Allen's side can't solve it, Harry himself has little confidence.

The big deal is that he was disqualified, even if everyone thinks that he threw it in, it is at most considered to have broken Dumbledore's protection, but there is no shame in this - so many people who are not old enough have tried to do it, and none of them have been criticized!

Thinking of this, Harry's originally confused eyes suddenly became firm, just like Alan said, it's good to give up, what's the big deal?

In a good mood, his steps lost their previous heaviness, and began to follow Alan to the other side of the room.

——

When Alan and the others opened the door, the three people inside were obviously in a hurry—the movement outside was warm and calm, which made the gossip hearts of those present float.

The Bruce classmate from Castrobusche was the first to extend a welcoming hand to Allen. As one of the members who had been eating at the Hufflepuff table all day long, he knew Allen: "Oh-Alan, you've been doing it too long, and it looks like they're not wrong." As he walked forward, Harry came into his sight, and he scratched his head, "Uh, is this- do you bring your own henchmen to Hogwarts games?"

Who told you that this is the second Hogwarts Warrior!

However, just as Alan was about to teach the guy a good lesson, he noticed that Bruce's eyes lit up, and he began to search nervously on his body - before Alan could speak, a piece of parchment and a quill were taken out of his pocket.

"God, it's Harry Potter!" Bruce's face was excited, and he handed the paper and pen to Harry like a star chaser: "God, when our principal came, he said that although Harry Potter is in this school, we are not allowed to come and disturb him at will - you don't know how much we admire his wonderful performance in the World Cup, it is simply so handsome!"

"Come on, Harry, can you sign this sculpture?" he pulled out a statue of Harry from his pocket with the snitch in his right hand, and complained to Allen, "Oh my God, you guys, what are you doing at Hogwarts, it's a naked waste to let Harry Potter do this kind of work, you know? Do you know how wonderful Harry's defeat of Krum was!"

Because he spoke so fast, Alan didn't cut a word into his rhythm until the end - not to mention the rest of the people, completely confused as he watched the blues classmate put on a solo show here.

Harry tried to interject a few times, but was held firmly - in Bruce's words, he was seeking a fair deal for Harry, a skilled Quidditch player, and it was completely heartfelt, and Harry didn't have to excuse himself.

In short, this is a brain-dead fan - today he met Harry who was "treated unfairly" and started running water.

Tease's combat power was obviously unlimited at the time of the onset, and when no one else could interject at all, Alan could only wait for someone to come and shut the chatter's mouth - if he had sent a Warrior to the hospital before the game had even started, it would really make people wonder if the Hogwarts game was shady.

Yet—to Allen's surprise, reinforcements arrived very late.

It was a long time before Ludo Bagman, the president of the competition, entered the room with a strange smile on his face, but his voice and tone were extremely sincere.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, please raw materials, we've kept you waiting—" he raised a notch in his tone, "I'm sure you already know what was going on." ”

He looked at everyone confidently, but what he gained was several confused eyes, so he turned his head to look at Allen.

"Alan-san, after all this time, haven't you explained it to them clearly?"

Alan shook his head, he couldn't even insert a word, explain a Peeves?

The sports minister's face suddenly became as if something was choking his throat, but he soon relented: "Okay - it's okay, it's the same now." ”

He took a few steps forward and grabbed Harry's arm with excitement on his face, as if he were grabbing a bag of gold gallons, "Allow me to introduce - as incredible as it may seem - this is the fourth Champion of the Triwizard Tournament!"

The atmosphere of the audience changed instantly - after all, Harry had been recognized as a follower just now, and the condemnation of the Bruce classmate for half a day was because of the unfair treatment Harry received, but with a brush, Harry became a warrior?

Everyone's eyes were on Harry, and Harry gave a smile in embarrassment - he was desperate, he thought he would be cleared out, just shout cheers, but that meant he should be a warrior?

Silence, silence again, and finally someone broke it: "Oh, it's a funny joke, Mr. Bagman. ”

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, a little puzzled, "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just spewed out of the Goblet of Fire!"

"But it's obviously a mistake, he can't play, he's too young. ”

"yes... It's surprising," Bagman rubbed his chin and looked down at Harry with a smile, "but, as you know, the age limit as an extra security measure was only introduced this year, and since his name is squirting out of the goblet, it can't be changed—I mean, since the selection has come to this point, it's not allowed to escape, Harry is already destined to be a warrior." It's clearly written in the rules, you must follow them, so Harry is going to do his best-"

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large crowd swarmed in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Mr. Jock, and Professor McGonagall, Vice Chancellor.

"Madame Maxim!" Fleur said immediately, striding towards her headmaster, "They said this little boy was going to compete too!"

Well, it's up to Dumbledore to handle this matter - after all, Hogwarts has violated the rules first.

However, to Allen's surprise, he did not see any angry expression on Madame Maxim's face, on the contrary - the professors present were kind, and everyone had a look on their faces.

What the hell, could it be that Dumbledore performed a Reimburser Curse or something against the guest attack?

Soon, his doubts were answered.

Lady Maxime's face was full of smiles: "Of course, child, what they told you is not wrong - Harry is the second Warrior of Hogwarts, and we have had a friendly discussion with Mr. Dumbledore on this issue, and the problem has been resolved.

As Madame Maxim's words fell, three figures standing behind her were revealed—three students from different schools.

"Yes, as you can see, after some deliberation, we decided to choose one more Champion for each of the other schools - it took us a lot of time, but it was necessary, because the game is a fair and fair thing. ”

Alan instantly understood why the professors' faces were the same as if they had earned them.

Quite simply, although it was fair and impartial, no one in the room, including Harry himself, would think that Harry would win the championship, which meant that there was one less real player at Hogwarts than them - tsk, calculating, calculating.

But what's the difference?

Aren't they all here to deliver them?

Alan glanced at his headmaster, but received no response, but Professor McGonagall gave him an encouraging look - it was clear that the professor was not optimistic about Harry, but he had some confidence in Allen.

"Why?" asked Fleur Delacour, stomping her foot, "just because he had a problem with his registration, he re-selected three Warriors?he had a chance to compete, didn't he? Why did we bear the burden of his mistakes? For weeks, we wished we had been chosen! Glory for our school! And a prize of a thousand Galleons - an opportunity that many people dreamed of!"

Fleur was right - the new Warriors were good for the school, but not for them personally.

Not only does this mean that you have received fewer accolades, but it also means that there is a skew in the support within the school – it is clear that giving resources to two people is a completely different concept than giving to one.

But her protest had no effect, because the new Warriors were in the school's advantage, and Madame Maxime was very strict with the rules of the school—when she entered, the other students had to get up until she sat down again.

The addition of three more warriors is obviously a sure fact - the kind that no one can stop.

"Alright, you guys get acquainted with it, Alan, Harry, you come out, I have something to ask you. Dumbledore spoke up, and he led Alan and Harry directly into an empty classroom not far away.

"Here it is—it's been a night to remember, Madame Maxime's face when they hear we're going to make two Warriors, but in the end we settled the problem amicably. Dumbledore said to himself, then suddenly looked at Allen.

"Alright, Alan, isn't that you?"

Eh. Alan paused, then realized what Dumbledore was saying, and quickly shook his head, "Why did I put Harry's name in it—I don't like pranks." ”

"Very well," he turned to look at Harry, "Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" he asked quietly, "Or, did you ask an older classmate to help you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

Hey, Headmaster, what do you think I'm doing?

Am I that kind of person?

Anyway, in the end, Dumbledore's inquiries were not answered - in the end, Alan and the others were brought back to stay with the other warriors, waiting for the first instruction before the game.

At this moment, the rest of the warriors have accepted the fact that there are new teammates again, although the distance between them is still a little awkward, and even the rejection can be seen, but they still accept the newcomers.

As for the principals, their eyebrows fluttered, and they felt that they had a great advantage.