The Halloween dinner seemed to last longer than usual, probably because it was their second feast in two days, Harry didn't like the well-prepared food as much as he usually did, or he knew that tonight was destined for an outcome that he didn't like.

The dishes were finally cleaned and spotless. Dumbledore stood up, "Well, the Goblet of Fire is almost ready to make a decision," he said, "It will probably take a minute, and the student whose name is called should go to the end of the hall and walk down the staff table from this door to the next room." He pointed to the door behind the clerk, "They'll be there to take the first order." ”

He took out his wand and swung it hard, extinguishing all but the candle in the carved pumpkin. All of them are in the dark. Only the flaming goblet of flame shone brightly in the entire hall, and the dazzling blue and white flames stinged the eyes. Everyone is watching, waiting, some are looking at their watches.

"It's time!" Someone whispered in the dark.

The flames in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red again, and sparks flew out, and after a while, tongues of fire rushed up, and a piece of charred parchment flew over—and everyone took a breath.

Dumbledore grabbed the parchment, reached out and opened it, reading it through the flames that had turned back to blue and white.

"The players representing Hogwarts are," his voice was clear and powerful, "Modi Gurris!" ”

There was thunderous applause in the hall, and almost all the students of Hogwarts cheered, as if the champion was already in their hands, "I knew it was you!" "Great, Gurris!" "Guris, I love you!" Some bold girls even began to confess.

In the midst of the applause, Mo Wen stood up gracefully, bowed to everyone, and then walked into the small room under the gaze of everyone.

Harry only felt empty in his heart, didn't he already know the result? Looking at Cho Zhang's excited smile, he only felt a bitterness in his heart, and he didn't even notice Dumbledore's announcement that Fleur and Victor had been chosen as warriors. The former stood up gracefully and walked into the next room with his silver hair as shiny as a forge, while the latter walked through the hall to Karkarov's louder applause than anyone else.

Suddenly, Harry noticed that the audience had suddenly fallen silent, and everyone was staring at him.

"Harry!" Dumbledore was calling his name, "Harry Potter!" Please come here! "Holding a brand new piece of parchment in his hand.

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In the room next to the hall, a group of people were arguing.

"Madame Maxim!" Fleur complained to her principal, "They said this little boy was going to compete too!" When did Triwizard Tournament become a game for kids! After speaking, he glanced at Mo Wen, who was sitting next to the stove, defiantly, and Krum, who was sitting on the other side, also frowned his slender eyebrows.

Karkaroff stared at Dumbledore with an unkind expression and said, "Dumbledore, I don't remember that there are two places in the rules for the organizer's school, and we need an explanation. ”

"That's right," said Madame Maxim, her large, opal-wearing hand resting on Fleur's shoulder. "You can't have two players at Hogwarts, that's unfair."

The pointless bickering continued, and the principals of the two schools kept asking Harry to be disqualified from the tournament, or to be chosen again to ensure that each school had two Warriors.

Harry looked at the qiē in confusion, he still hadn't figured out what was going on, and although he had wanted to play, he hadn't yet put his name in, or rather, he hadn't thought of a way to put his name in. Then as the progress of Qiē, watching those people discussing how to cancel their qualifications, Harry felt unwilling, why should I cancel my place, why not Gurris, obviously we are all from Hogwarts, Harry quietly clenched his fists, and the pupils in his eyes actually tended to develop towards vertical pupils.

At this time, Mo Wen on the side suddenly laughed softly, although it was not very loud, but it was extremely harsh in this small room.

"What are you laughing at!" Karkaroff stared at Mo Wen with cold eyes. "Why, Hogwarts' win rate has increased, are you happy?"

"No, I just thought it was funny." Mo Wen said in a calm tone: "Is it interesting to quarrel for a result that is destined not to change?" Or do you have the ability to twist the contract concluded by the Goblet of Fire? Harry was destined to compete in the Triwizard Tournament, and beyond that, it was a matter of the next tournament. ”

As the item chosen for the Triwizard Tournament, the Goblet of Fire is undoubtedly a powerful magical item, otherwise it would not have been recognized by the three largest magic schools in Europe. Although Barty Jr. deceived it with a confusion charm, it only changed the selection conditions, not the contract it had set, and even Dumbledore could not have done it if it had changed the contract and disqualified Harry.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and Karkarov spat out, "A bunch of vile and shameless guys! The next Final Three will not be part of Strongside's competition! ”

Bang, Karkarov was knocked to the wall and fainted. Everyone looked at Mo Wen in shock, looking at his slender fingers.

Casting a spell without a wand, the Maxim woman clenched her fists and glanced at Fleur worriedly.

On the other side, Krum's expression changed, and he drew his wand and aimed it at Mo Wen.

"Karkaroff, you have more courage than your fellow Death Eaters, they only dare to make a move on me when dozens of people get together, you dare to provoke me with a piece of waste, who gave you the guts!" Retracting his fingers, Mo Wen said disdainfully.

"Guris!" Suddenly Dumbledore let out a low snort, Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking, Dumbledore took out his wand and pointed at Karkaroff, who came to his senses in a burst of red light, and before he could react, Dumbledore took the lead and said, "How this happened, we don't know," he looked at all the people in the room. "Like Mr. Guris said, we have no choice but to accept the facts, Modi and Harry have been selected, so they have to ......"

"Dumbledore-but-"

"Dear Madame Maxim, if you have anything to say, I will listen to you."

Dumbledore waited for her to speak, but she didn't say anything, just stared. On the other side, Karkaroff, who had just come to his senses, seemed to want to say something, but he glanced at Mo Wen fearfully and swallowed again.

Throwing the door open, Madame Maxim put her arm around Fleur's shoulders and walked out quickly, exchanging something quickly in French along the way. Karkaroff motioned to Krum with his eyes, and the two left quietly.