"Since he... Their names squirted out of the goblet, and I thought that at this point, there would be no room for escape. The rules www.biquge.info Pen, Fun, and Pavilion are very clear and you must follow them. Mr. Bagman said, "Harry is going to do his best... Ahem, I mean, you all have to do your best......"

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large crowd swarmed in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.

Before Professor McGonagall could open the door, the occupants of the room could hear the buzzing of hundreds of students in the auditorium next door.

"Madame Maxim!" Fleur said as she strode towards her headmaster as she pointed at Roger, "This little boy said they were going to compete too!"

"Little~boy?" Roger raised his eyebrows and stopped doing: "What you said, why did you accuse me of being small without even trying? It's really not big, little ~ girl. ”

The friends next to him followed the gaze of this goods to Fleur's chest, and the meaning of these words was very deep...

The eyes of five or six people stared at their chests in unison, and Fleur hurriedly put her hands on her chest, and involuntarily moved two steps behind her headmaster.

Hermione secretly made a comparison, feeling that she was even smaller than the 'little ~ girl'...

Madame Maxim straightened her tall and burly body, her handsome head touched the chandelier full of candles, and her huge breasts in black satin rose and fell violently.

She glanced at the outspoken Roger but didn't bother him, punishing his students on Dumbledore's turf was undoubtedly a shameful thing to do. And now there are more important things waiting to be discussed.

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?" she said arrogantly, Fleur's actions just now.

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore," Professor Karkaroff snapped at the same time.

He had a cold smile on his face, and a pair of blue eyes were as cold as ice cubes: "Hogwarts has... One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven warriors? I don't remember anyone telling me that the host school could allow multiple warriors to compete at the same time... Haven't I read those statutes carefully enough?"

He let out a short laugh, and his voice was unpleasant.

"It can't be," said Lady Maxime, her large hand with many ornate opals resting on Fleur's shoulder, "it's not fair that Hogwarts can't have so many warriors. ”

"We have the impression that your age line will keep out underage competitors, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said, still with a cold smile on his face and a chill in his eyes, "Otherwise, we would definitely bring more candidates from our school." ”

"Potter is to blame for this, Karkaroff," Snape whispered, his dark eyes twinkling with hostility as he looked at the little savior, "Don't blame Dumbledore, blame Potter for breaking the statutes." Ever since he went to school, he has been violating the school rules..."

"I'm out of the game," Harry said bluntly, "I didn't mean it anyway..."

Snape sneered contemptuously and wanted to say something, but was seriously interrupted by Dumbledore, "Not what you intended?

Snape closed his mouth, but his eyes still gleamed with malice through his greasy black hair.

The eyes of the little savior glanced at Roger...

"Hey, aren't you... Just sell your good friend so spinelessly!?Why don't you hold on a little longer..."Roger said unhappily with rolling his eyes.

"What is your worthy of the word 'good friend'!?" Harry spat out.

Roger mused: "Hmm... I've got to think about it... There must be..."

Dumbledore coughed, interrupting the conversation of trying to be taken away, and he looked down at Roger, who had no qualms about digging his nostrils.

"Did you throw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire?" he asked calmly.

"No, I didn't do it. The boy snapped his fingers and casually denied it.

A room full of people were stunned by the shamelessness of this thing... They were all betrayed by their own people and are still ready to deny it?

Fleur made an impatient voice of disbelief behind Madame Maxim... She doesn't have a crush on Roger right now...

"And what about the names of the guys?" Dumbledore's fingers rubbed the pieces of paper he was holding, ignoring Fleur.

"I threw it in. Roger nodded bluntly in acknowledgement.

"Aha!" Flemban Delacour screamed dramatically, as if he had caught a murderer.

As for the others, they can't see what kind of routine this product is at all... What about the stubbornness that is said to be good?

"Now that the truth is clear, I wonder if these undergraders are allowed to compete..."Karkaroff's voice became oily again: "Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagman, you two are ours... Well... Objective referees. Surely you think it's grossly inappropriate, don't you?"

Bagman wiped his round baby face with a handkerchief and turned to look at Mr. Crouch: "Nine people... The number of people is a bit too much..."

Mr. Crouch stood outside the aperture of the fire, his face half hidden in shadow. He looked a little weird, the dark shadow on his side made him look much older, and he looked a little like a skeleton. But when he spoke, his voice was as stiff as usual.

"We have to abide by the rules, which clearly state that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must compete in the Triwizard Tournament. ”

"Hey, Barty... But Hogwarts was chosen seven—" Bagman said, his face furrowed.

Mr. Crouch was silent, and a room full of people watched him, waiting for him to make a final decision.

In the end, Crouch said with a blank face: "The chosen person must participate in the competition, and this cannot be changed... Waivers are allowed, aren't they?"

"Is it okay for us to quit on our own?" asked Hermione, who was watching the situation as it unfolded.

"No, I can't. Mr. Crouch said bluntly.

Neville's face was grim, as if he had been sentenced to death, and he allowed him to abstain... That's a good thing to say... So many people watched the abstention on the field? It's like surrendering, can you still have this face...

"This can't be! The Seven Warriors of Hogwarts... I insist that my other students re-enroll!" Karkaroff's voice was no longer smooth, and his smile disappeared immediately, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly: "You must put the Goblet of Fire back in place, and we will keep adding names to it until each school produces seven warriors." That's fair, Dumbledore. ”