Harry sat there, aware that everyone in the Great Hall was turning their heads to look at him. Numb all over, he must be dreaming.

He must have misheard.

There was no applause, just the buzzing of bees in the hall.

Some of the students stood up and took a good look as he sat in their seats.

At the top table, Professor McGonagall stood up, passed by Lud Bagmund and Professor Karkaroff, and whispered to Professor Dumbledore, who leaned over his ears and frowned slightly.

Harry turned and spoke to the other three, the entire Gryffindor table on his side looking at him with their mouths wide open.

"I didn't put the name away," Harry said blankly. "You know I don't. ”

Ron and Hermione were also staring blankly at him, of course they knew that Harry hadn't put his name in at all.

"Of course we know. Van Lin said quickly, "But your name has already appeared, if Dumbledore has any arrangements, you can abide by it, and I will help you." ”

"Good. Harry nodded, Van Lin was still reliable, although he still looked confused.

At the top table, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

"Harry. Potter!" he called again. "Harry, please come here!"

"Go ahead. Van Lin whispered, and Hermione nudged Harry.

Harry stood up, stepping on the hem of his satiety and nearly falling as he passed between the Slytherin and Hufflepuff tables. There seemed to be no end to the road, and the highest table seemed out of reach.

He felt hundreds of pairs of eyes watching him. And each pair of eyes is like a searchlight. The buzz is getting louder and louder. It felt as if it had been an hour before he walked in front of Dumbledore, and felt all the teachers' eyes on him.

"Hmm...... Through that door, Harry. Dumbledore said, he didn't smile.

Harry walked along the teacher's desk. Hagrid sat on the other end. He didn't wink, he didn't wave, he didn't do any of his usual greetings.

He was completely stunned. As Harry walked by, he stared at him, just like everyone else. Harry walked out of the Great Hall and found himself in a small room filled with portraits of witches and wizards. Directly opposite him was a furnace, and the fire was blazing.

As soon as he entered, the painted face looked at him, and a withered witch came from herself, flew into a nearby walrus bearded male witch statue, and whispered in his ear.

Victor Krum, Cedric Diggory and Fleur Delaculco sat around the fire, reflecting the light of the fire, and they gave a strange impression.

Krum was mitigating against the mantelpiece, separated from the other two, Cedric stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the door, and Fleur Delacour looked around and flicked her hair back as Harry entered.

"What's the matter?" she asked, "do they want us to go back to the halls?"

She thought Harry had come to deliver a message, and Harry didn't know how to explain what had just happened.

He could only stand there, looking at the three contestants, and saw that they were amazingly tall.

There was a rush of footsteps behind him, and Ruth Bagmund entered the room, taking Harry's hand and walking forward.

"It's unusual!" he muttered, twisting Harry's arm. "It's unusual!

Gentlemen...... Ladies. He added, approaching the fire, and said to the other three, "Allow me to introduce—a little incredible—the fourth Warrior of the Three Witches. ”

Victor Krum straightened up. Looking at Harry, his arrogant face darkened, and he remembered that the little wizard's friend, at the Quidditch World Cup.

Cedric looked at Bagmund and then at Harry, confused. It was as if he wondered if he had misheard what Bagmun had said. Fleur Delacour shook her head and laughed, "Hey, a very ridiculous joke, Mr. Bagmunt. ”

"Joke?" Bagmun repeated, a little confused, "No, no, it's not a joke at all. The flaming goblet had just given Harry's name. ”

Fleur frowned. "But it's clearly wrong," she said contemptuously to Bagmun, "and he can't compete." He's too small. ”

"Hmm...... It's weird," Bagmun said with a grin as he stroked his smooth chin at Harry. "But, you know, the age limit is a special safety measure that was only added this year. His name came out of the cup...... I mean in this case, I don't think it's possible to quit anymore.

It's the rule, you have to ...... Harry just had to do what he could—"

The door opened again, and a large group entered: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.

Harry heard the humming of countless students on the other side of the wall, and Professor McGonagall closed the door.

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

In Harry's suspicious and numb mind, there was a wave of anger, little boy?

Indeed, Madame Maxim was quite tall compared to Harry's short head, her graceful head touching the waxed chandelier, and her wide black forged satin robe bulging under her head.

"What does that mean, Dumbledore?" she asked, grimacing.

"I want to know, Dumbledore," Professor Karkaroff said as well. His smile was grim and his eyes were cold. "There are two players at Hogwarts. I don't remember anyone saying that there can be two players at the host school, did I not read the rules carefully enough?"

He let out a shrill laugh.

"It can't be," said Madame Maxim, her large, opal-wearing hand resting on Fleur's shoulder. "Hogwarts can't have two players, that's unfair. ”

"Dumbledore, we all believe that your age line will prevent young people from signing up. Karkaroff was still the same grim look, but his gaze was even colder. "Otherwise, of course, we will bring more candidates from the school, and the scope will be larger. ”

"It's all Potter's fault, Karkaroff," Snape said mildly. His dark eyes shone with an evil light. "Don't blame Dumbledore for Harry's insistence on breaking the rules, he's been in trouble since he's been here. ”

"Thanks, Severus. Dumbledore said firmly.

Snape was silent, but his eyes still glowed with evil through his greasy black hair.

(He wants to be your dad, teenager!)

Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry, who was also looking at him, trying to decipher the Professor's gaze behind the half-moon lenses.

"Harry, did you put your name in a burning goblet?" Dumbledore asked, calm.

"No," Harry replied, knowing that everyone was watching him closely. In the shadows, Snape snorted softly, clearly impatient and distrustful.

Professor Dumbledore ignored Snape, and he continued, "Did you ask a student older than you to put it for you?"

"No!" Harry reacted strongly.

"Well, of course he's lying!" said Lady Maxime, Snape shaking her head, her lips twisted.

"There's no way he's going to cross the age line. McGonagall snapped, "I'm sure we all agree—"

"Dumbledore must have mistaken the age line. Madame Maxim shrugged.

"Of course, it's possible. Dumbledore replied politely.

"Dumbledore, you're not mistaken, you know that very well. McGonagall was furious.

"What nonsense! Harry couldn't have crossed the age line himself. As Professor Dumbledore had said, he didn't let any of his older students let him out, but it was hard to say that some kind people did it for him. She glanced at Professor Snape angrily.

"Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagmun," Karkaroff said in a slick tone, "you are objective, and you must think that this is the most unreasonable. ”

Bagmun wiped his face with a handkerchief. The round face is quite childish. He was with Mr. Crouch, who stood outside the circle of firelight, his face hidden in the gloom, which made him look much older and made him look like a skeleton.

He spoke, his voice as slow as usual, "We have to follow the rules. The rules are clearly written, and whoever has a name coming out of a burning goblet must participate in the competition. ”

Barty knows everything about the ordinance. Bagmun smiled and turned to Karkaroff and Madame Maxim, as if that were the end of the matter.

"I insisted that my other students register again. Karkaroff changed his tone, no smile, all ugly, "You put the burning goblet out again, and we'll continue to throw names into it until there are two players in each school." Only then is it fair, Dumbledore. ”

"But, Karkaroff, that won't work," said Bagmun, "the burning goblet has just been extinguished, and it won't burn again until the next game." ”

"Well, Harry won't be able to compete!" Karkaroff snapped. "After so many meetings and so many concessions, I never thought of this happening! Now I almost want to leave. ”

"Kakrov, stop making unnecessary threats. A voice rang out at the door, "You can't afford to lose your player now." He's got to compete, they've got to compare. As Dumbledore put it, a binding magical contract. Convenient, huh?"

As soon as Moody entered, he limped toward the fire, making a loud noise with every step he took.

"Convenient?" said Karkaroff. "Moody, I'm afraid I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

Harry could see that he was trying to pretend to be tall, pretending that he didn't know what Moody was saying, but his fist-clenched hands betrayed him.

"Really?" Moody said quietly, "it's easy, Karkaroff, someone put Potter's name in the cup, and he knew that once selected, Potter would have to compete. ”

"Obviously, there are people who want Hogwarts to have more chances to win. Madame Maxim cried out.

"I agree with you, Madame Maxim. Karkaroff bowed to her. "I will lodge a protest with the Ministry of Magic and the International Association of Wizards. ”

"If there's anyone who has reason to protest, it's Potter. Moody growled, "It's funny that I haven't heard a word from him." ”

"What does he have to complain about?" said Fleur Delacour, stomping her foot. "He got the chance to compete, didn't he? For weeks, we all wanted to be selected. For the honor of the school, for the prize money of one thousand gold coins. This is an opportunity that many people have only dreamed of. ”

"Someone might want Harry to die because of this. Moody snarled.

As soon as the words fell. There was dead silence in the room.

Ruth Bagmon, who seemed really nervous, walked around uneasily, "Moody, you old thing, what are you talking about?" ”

"We all know that Professor Moody will feel like the morning has passed if he hasn't figured out six plots to kill him before lunch. Karkaroff exclaimed, "Apparently he is teaching his students to be afraid of assassination." Dumbledore, this is a strange move that offends us. Of course, you have your reasons. ”

"I made it up," Moody yelled, "I don't understand? uh? It was some skilled wizard who put the child's name in the cup......"

"What evidence do you have?" Maxim waved his hand. "Because he's deceived a magically powerful thing!" said Moody, "and it takes a very strong spell to confuse the goblet and make it forget that there are only three schools participating." I'm guessing he put Potter's name in the fourth school, making sure he's the only one of its kind. ”

"Modi, it seems that you have thought about it a lot. Kakrov said coldly, "Of course, this theory is quite clever. I've heard that you recently smashed a beautiful mug from your birthday present as a cleverly wrapped lizard egg, so we don't take your words seriously, you should be able to understand that. ”

"Some people always want to take advantage of irrelevant events," Mr. Modi retorted in a threatening tone.

"It's my business to think about what those insidious wizards do, Karkaroff - you should remember ......"

"Alasto!" Dumbledore warned.

Harry didn't know who he was talking to, but later realized that this was Moody's real name.

Moody was silent, but looked at Karkaroff triumphantly, who was already furious.

"How could this happen, we in Bhutanese Bodo said to the people in the room. "It seems to me that we have no choice but to accept the facts. Cedric and Harry were both selected, so they had to ......"

"Dumbledore-but-"

"Dear Madame Maxim, if you have any good suggestions, I would like to hear them. ”

"If, according to Moody, the magic is strong enough to deceive me, the Wizard of the Goblet of Fire, I think there are others at Hogwarts who can do that, apart from the professors here. ”

Everyone was stunned, except for the professor, there were only students.

"What a joke, bypassing Dumbledore's age line, and then tricking the Goblet of Fire, it takes a strong Confusion Charm, I don't remember teaching students like that......" Snape said dismissively, sensing that Madame Maxime was messing around.

"No, Severus, there are still people among the Hogwarts students who can do it......" Dumbledore gave Lady Maxim a deep look.

"I think we need to invite him to ......"