The loud knock on the door lasted for a few seconds and stopped!

"It's a prank!" Jon shook his head helplessly, then threw the corpse of the last black eel to the ground.

Then he picked up the glass bottle on the ground......

"Alohomora!"

A loud voice came from outside, and the door to Snape's office was slammed to the ground.

"Who!" Jon turned his head alarmedly, and his dragonskin-gloved hand reached to his waist, ready to touch his wand:

Standing outside the door was a short, gray-haired witch.

"That...... Professor Sprout...... Why are you......" Jon said, a little surprised.

The expression on Professor Pomona-Sprout's face looked rather strange......

As far as Jon remembered, Professor Sprout had always been a very gentle person, but now, she had an expression of shame and helplessness.

"Jon, ......," she said, in a hoarse voice, "follow me to the Great Hall!"

Without saying a word, an invisible breeze pushed Jon up...... Forced him out of the door.

"Wait a minute, Professor......" Jon wasted a lot of effort to keep the black eel blood from spilling out of the glass bottle in his hand:

"Let me change my clothes first...... Also, let me put my things down!"

......

At this moment, the lobby of Hogwarts ......

The buzzing sound rang out from almost every corner.

On a pillar on one side of the auditorium, a portrait hangs high......

The owner of this portrait was supposed to be a crumpled witch -

Headmaster Isabel Garwood (1547-1622), who organized the reconstruction of Hogwarts Hall in 1607 and cast a powerful spell on the ceiling of the Great Hall, making it appear like the sky outside. Therefore, her portrait will be hung here forever.

But now, the whole portrait is crowded with more than a dozen witches and wizards.

"How's it going?" asked Principal Phineas-Black in a whisper, trying not to let his voice be heard by the students.

"Yes, he hasn't arrived yet, for the first time in seven hundred years!" Principal Isabel Garwood shook her head helplessly: "Shame...... When the name of the Hogwarts Warrior was spat out from the Goblet of Fire, he was not there, but in confinement!"

"Is that the kid named Jon Hart?" Headmistress Phineas Black said with some schadenfreude, "He's a shame on Hogwarts!"

There was a soft "bang", and Phineas was suddenly knocked to the side by something, and then a wizard appeared where he was.

"What are you doing, Chris?" said Headmaster Phineas Black, holding his waist with one hand.

"I'm sorry, Phineas...... But, he's coming!" said Principal Chris Evra with an excited face, "I saw the portrait at the staircase on the first floor that he was running this way, very fast...... It should be coming soon!"

More than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at the door in an instant.

Even in order to get a good position, they pushed each other.

The doors of the auditorium were opened......

A bloody boy who seems to have been pushed in by something!

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Principal Phineas Black said, his mouth growing in shock.

"Did he just kill a dragon?" Principal Chris Evra shook his head in disbelief.

"This amount of bleeding should be a Ukrainian iron-bellied ......," Principal Oliver Cromwell said in a thoughtful analysis.

"Shame!" the crumpled witch closed her eyes and shook her head helplessly, "Why would the Goblet of Fire be blind and choose such a person as the representative of Hogwarts!"

"Don't you think this look looks cool?" asked Principal Dalys-Derwent, a little surprised.

......

As the door opened, the hall that had been whispering a moment ago suddenly fell into silence.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the gate in unison.

Many of the students, especially the girls, who were sitting in the back seats, leaned in in fright.

Jon Hart walked into the hall in embarrassment...... The dragon fur coat on his body was dripping blood from time to time.

This made Jon wonder if he should take it off...... But his robes were still in Snape's office, and it would have been even more embarrassing if he had taken them off and all he had left was his underwear.

At the same time, he was also thinking about what the situation was...... Let Professor Sprout send himself to the hall so dusty?

Could it be ......

"Let's welcome ......" Mr. Ludo Bagman stubbornly approached the "uninvited guest": "The fourth Warrior, the second Warrior of Hogwarts!"

"What, what did you say?" Jon pouted, "Who's the fourth warrior?"

"Of course it's you, Mr. Hart!"

There was a crisp sound of "bang......", and the bottle of black eel blood in his hand fell to the ground...... Scarlet blood splattered Mr. Bagman's body.

"You're kidding, aren't you?" Jon stammered.

Mr. Bagman quickly covered his nose and took a few steps back.

"I want to ...... No one would joke about such a thing, Mr. Hart ......" he said with a frown, "Go to the podium!"

Jon already knew what was going on...... Why did Hannah come to him, why did Professor Sprout force himself here!

Why is this happening?

What goddamn is so shameless that he threw his name into the Goblet of Fire?

Why is the Goblet of Fire so blind...... I'm not a savior, I'm just an ordinary student, so I don't even think about the historical itinerary!

......

"Jon, go to the podium!" Professor Sprout reminded him softly.

There is no other option –

Jon had to follow the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, which seemed to be a long one......

As he walked, the blood of the black eel dripped all the way...... Almost between the long tables of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, a dark red Chu River Han Realm appeared.

It seemed like a full hour before he finally walked up to Dumbledore, and he felt the eyes of all the teachers on him.

"Okay...... Go through that door, Jon. Dumbledore said, not smiling on his face.

"That...... Professor Dumbledore!" Jon held up his bloody hand, "I'm a third-year Hufflepuff student, why am I going to compete in the Triwizard Tournament...... So, could you please be smarter?"

"Can I abstain?" Jon said with a sense of urgency.