When the flames in the goblet turned red again, tongues of fire soared into the air with a splash of sparks, and a third piece of parchment was tossed high through the flames.

Dumbledore reached out and took it, holding it up far away and looking at the name on the note.

This time he took longer than the previous two, his brows furrowed slightly, and everyone in the Great Hall looked nervously at Dumbledore.

Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud—

"The Warriors of Hogwarts," he exclaimed, "it's Harry Potter!" ”

There was no applause.

A buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping. Some of the students also stood up, as if trying to get a good look at Harry, who sat stiffly in his seat, as if frozen.

Compared to Maca, who crossed Dumbledore's age barrier head-on in public, the fact that Harry's name appeared in the Goblet of Fire was really difficult for everyone to accept.

Among them, Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff House stood up with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Professor McGonagall stood up from the guest of honor and walked briskly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Orson, whispering eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear, Dumbledore frowning slightly.

Harry turned his face to look at Ron and Hermione. He saw that the classmates at the long Gryffindor table behind them were staring at him with their mouths wide open.

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

They also looked at him blankly.

But Maca was not surprised by this, because it was a planned thing.

At this point, he stood in the doorway of the next room, glancing at Professor Moody at the guest of honor, seemingly casually, before returning his gaze to Dumbledore.

From the guest of honor, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded at Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" He shouted again, "Harry! Please come up here! ”

"Go ahead." Hermione whispered, nudging Harry.

Harry stood up, stepped on the hem of his robes, and stumbled slightly.

He walked down the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. He felt that the road seemed extraordinarily long, and the guest of honor seemed to be so far away forever.

He could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on him, as if each eye could not be a searchlight.

The buzz is getting louder and louder.

However, something unexpected happened - the flame in the goblet turned red again! The spark crackled and burst out, and a long tongue of fire suddenly burst into the air, and a piece of parchment was held out of it.

Dumbledore seemed to subconsciously stretch out a slender hand and gently took the note in his hand.

Harry was only halfway there, but he didn't even know if he should go on or not. For a moment, he seemed to have been hit by a full-body bondage spell, and he froze in place.

Dumbledore held the parchment note far away again, without a hint of expression on his face, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

After a long time, even longer than it took to announce Harry's name the third time, Dumbledore finally shouted out the fourth name of the day-

"Hermione Granger."

Unlike Harry's treatment earlier, when Hermione's name sounded, there was silence in the audience - everyone was stunned by the extra candidate.

No one expected that there would be a fourth brave!

Maca, who was standing at the door of the room with a calm face, also frowned tightly at this moment. He turned his gaze back to Moody, who was sitting on the far right side of the guest of honor, his gaze as cold as polar ice.

This accident that made the audience dumb, but even he was not mentally prepared for it.

Voldemort was no more than that inexplicable defeat back then, and he had to deal with Harry - he knew that, and even Harry was chosen as the third warrior and he had a part of the credit.

However, he hadn't heard of a fourth candidate!

"Why Hermione?"

There was no doubt that the Goblet of Fire threw a note with Hermione's name on it must have been Voldemort's intention. Other than that, Maca couldn't think of anyone else who would do that.

However, why did Voldemort do this? What's in it for him?

When Maca was puzzled and leaned against the doorframe in deep thought, Hermione's heart was even more confused.

"How...... How could it be, I didn't have ...... How so? ”

Hermione looked left and right at a loss, her long, unkempt brown hair flicking helplessly from her to the ground, her gaze seemingly unfocused, her expression flustered and dazed.

If Harry was frightened, then Hermione couldn't accept that fact.

When Hermione was a Muggle girl, she was used to following all the rules, and any transgression would be unbearable. Even when she first entered Hogwarts, she persisted.

It's just that under someone's influence, she occasionally ignores the rules and puts her own values first. But in normal times, she still habitually follows the school rules and follows the rules as much as possible.

But now, when an incident that bordered on false accusations fell on her head, she panicked.

"What to do...... What to do...... What to do? ”

Hermione's hands trembled as everyone watched silently. She wanted to tell everyone that she hadn't put her name in the goblet — but she didn't know what to say.

The arrogant girl who can speak well on weekdays has now completely become a stuffy jar.

"Please come here!" Dumbledore shouted to Harry, who had stopped on the way, and Hermione, who had a confused look in his eyes.

Hermione didn't know how she got to Dumbledore, she didn't even know that Harry was standing beside her. She just felt as if all the teachers' eyes were on her.

"Okay...... Go to that door. Dumbledore didn't have a smile on his face as he said this.

Harry and Hermione walked together down the staff table.

Hagrid sat on the far left, not winking, waving, or saying hello to Harry as he normally would. He seemed completely stunned, just staring blankly as the others as they walked in front of him.

They walked through the door and out of the Great Hall, where they found themselves in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on either side. In the fireplace across from him, the fire was blazing.

And Maca, who had been standing by the door a moment ago, had returned to the room, and was standing in front of the fireplace with Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons, talking in a hurry.

As Harry and the others walked in, Fleur Delacour turned her head and shook her long, waterfall silver hair.

"What's wrong?" She asked, "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?" ”

She thought Harry and Hermione had come in to spread the word!

Maca reached out and rubbed her eyebrows, and said lightly, "No, they are also warriors, Hogwarts." ”

“…… Oh? Fleur brushed back the silver ends that had slipped to her ears, and then smiled gracefully, "I didn't expect Mr. McClane to be not only strong, but also so funny." ”

In the doorway, Harry and Hermione were silent, they didn't know how to explain what had just happened.

At that moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and Ludo Bagman walked into the room. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward, greeting Hermione by the way.

"It's so bizarre!" He squeezed Harry's arm and whispered, "It's absolutely bizarre! Two gentlemen...... Madame—"

He walked over to the fireside and said to Fleur and Maca, "Allow me to introduce you—as incredible as it may seem—this is the third Champion of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter!" And this one, is...... The fourth Warrior, yes, the fourth, she's Hermione Granger! ”

"Yes, I just saw that." Maca waved her hand casually.

Hearing Bagman say the same, Fleur couldn't help but frown.

"It was obviously a mistake," she said haughtily to Bagman, "she can't compete, none of them can — they're too young." ”

"yes...... It's surprising," Bagman said with a smile as he rubbed his smooth chin, "but, as you know, the age restriction as an extra security measure was only introduced this year, since their names are squirting out of the goblet...... I mean, I don't think I'm allowed to escape now that I've reached this point. It's written very clearly, you must follow it—Harry is going to do his best. ”

"Of course, Miss Granger is the same." He finally seemed to think of Hermione, and added in passing.

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large crowd entered: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Orson, Lady Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.

Before Professor McGonagall could open the door, the buzz of the hundreds of students in the next auditorium poured into Harry and Hermione's ears.

"Madame Maxim!" Fleur strode towards her principal and exclaimed, "They said these two kids were going to compete too!" ”

"Kid?"

Harry's mind was numb as he thought it was incredible, but he also felt a flash of anger pass through his heart. But Hermione just kept her head down, her hands clasped tightly together, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Madame Maxim straightened her tall and burly frame. Her head even touched a chandelier lit with candles, and her huge breasts in black satin rose and fell violently.

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?" She said arrogantly, "Mr. McLean is no more, his strength gives us no reason to stop him from participating in this competition, but ......"

"I'm also wondering what happened to Hogwarts with two Champions?" Professor Orson of Durmstrang couldn't help but ask, but Maca secretly gave him a non-verbal look.