"For the Goblet of Fire and the Triwizard Tournament......," Dumbledore said with a serious expression, "there was never an option to abstain...... Go, go to that door!"

It was the first time Jon had heard Dumbledore give such a draconian order.

"Hey!" he sighed inwardly as he walked over to the faculty desk.

But I started to think about it in my heart...... Who the hell threw their name into the Goblet of Fire?

Barty Crouch Jr...... But this is unlikely, he has no grudge or enmity with him, and Voldemort probably doesn't look down on his own blood......

So who should it be......

Passing through that door and out of the Great Hall, I found myself in a small room.

The fireplace in the room was blazing, and on the walls on either side were portraits of wizards.

When Jon stepped into the room, almost all of the portraits were staring at him...... There are a few portraits that are even crowded with people.

Ahead, three figures gathered around the fire...... It's all very familiar faces.

Victor Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bent over something, slightly distancing himself from the other two.

Harry Potter was standing there with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the fire.

Fleur Delacour turned her head and flicked her long waterfall silver hair, screaming in horror when she saw Jon's outfit.

"Quest-ce qui tarrive?" she asked in a loud voice.

(Nothing.) Jon didn't have much of an eye on her, he just shrugged his shoulders and sat down by the fire.

He lowered his head and continued to think......

"Jon!" Harry Potter exclaimed in surprise, "Fourth Warrior, it's you...... Also, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know anything!" Jon took off his dragon skin gloves and covered his face with his hands.

......

"It's so bizarre!" Ludo Bagman walked into the room with a rush of footsteps.

"I think you're in the know!" Mr. Bagman looked at the two warriors of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, "a little surprise...... Two Champions have appeared at Hogwarts!"

Victor Krum straightened up, glancing Harry up and down, and then at Jon, a grim expression on his face.

Fleur Delacour shook her long hair and smiled, she said a little arrogantly: "They can't compete, they are too young!"

"I agree!" Jon nodded vigorously, casting a grateful look at Flair.

"It's a bit difficult!" Mr. Bagman shook his head, "The age limit as an extra security measure was only introduced this year, since your names are spewing out of the Goblet of Fire...... I mean, I don't think I'm allowed to escape now that I've gotten to this point...... The rules are very clear and you have to follow the rules...... You have to do your best to finish the race!"

"Can the rules be changed?" argued Jon in vain.

Mr. Bagman smiled and shook his head at him.

The door was pushed open again, and a large crowd entered: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxim, Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.

The small room was suddenly crowded with people.

Snape sniffed vigorously, then looked at Jon and frowned.

Then, he raised his wand to Jon.

"Scourgify!"

The black eel blood on his body was swept away.

"Thank you, Professor!" Jon breathed a sigh of relief, finally having a teacher remember to help him clean up.

......

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?" Lady Maxim shouted haughtily, her huge breasts in black satin rising and falling violently.

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore!" Karkaroff said in his sleek voice, "I remember that there was a rule in the rules that the organizers could put out two players!"

"One of them is in the third and the other is in the fourth year!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, "and they are going to compete against two adult wizards...... If you want, you can send two third- and fourth-year students to replace your contestants!"

Madame Maxim and Professor Karkaroff looked at each other and did not continue to argue.

Because Professor McGonagall was right, and the points of different players in the Triwizard Tournament could not be stacked, the third and fourth graders would not be the opponents of the seventh graders anyway, even if there were two of them.

Therefore, what is really lost in this farce is the interests of the host Hogwarts.

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, on the other hand, are the beneficiaries of this...... So they didn't continue arguing like Jon knew about the original story.

Dumbledore snorted coldly, interrupting their argument, "Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?"

"I didn't. Harry Potter said quickly.

Snape shook his head and pursed his lips, and both Lady Maxim and Professor Karkaroff snorted.

"What about you?" Dumbledore's gaze shifted to Jon.

Jon looked directly into the eyes behind the half-moon lenses, then nodded, "I have it, Professor...... Just this morning, I took advantage of the fact that no one was around, and folded a note with my name written on it into a paper airplane and flew it into the Goblet of Fire...... I'm just joking, because I thought the Goblet of Fire wouldn't have chosen me at all because of the age limit!"

"This can't be!" Karkaroff growled, "Your age line can exclude underage competitors, Dumbledore, can you?

"So...... Someone tricked the Goblet of Fire!" Alastor Moody walked over on crutches and roared, "Someone cast a powerful confusion spell on the Goblet of Fire, making it forget its true age limit, and then they named a boy as a student at the fourth school, making sure he was the only candidate for that school...... None of this is something that a boy in the third or fourth grade can do. ”

"Harry Potter!" Professor Moody said with a grim expression, "Someone wants to take advantage of this game and kill Harry Potter!"

Jon was tempted to ask "how do you know......?" But he still held back with interest.

......

It is clear that ten minutes later, Moody's "conspiracy theory" finally convinced them.

Madame Maxim and Professor Karkaroff did not argue about this further.

Madame Maxim had put her arm around Fleur's shoulders and led her out of the room, and Karkaroff greeted Krum, and they left without saying a word.

"Harry, I suggest you go back to sleep!" Dumbledore smiled and nodded to Harry.

Harry Potter nodded, and left the room with a dull face.

Then, Dumbledore turned his gaze to Jon, his expression becoming serious.

"As for you...... I'm sorry!" he whispered, his expression more stern than ever before, "But Hufflepuff has been deducted a hundred points for this!"

"One hundred, no, Albus!" Professor McGonagall covered her mouth and tried to stop Dumbledore, "It's not the kid's fault, it's just an accident......"

Professor Sprout bowed his head in shame, and Professor Snape looked thoughtful. Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch, who sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, also took the opportunity to leave the room in a hurry.

"And ...... Confinement!" Dumbledore continued, "Saturday night, go to my office......"

"Every Saturday!" he said in an accentuated tone.

Jon weakly raised his hand, "Professor, Saturday night...... I've got Professor Snape's confinement!"

"Sunday night, then!"

"Yes, Professor!"