Hearing Dumbledore's words, Malfoy's whole body was stupid, he froze in place, his brain in a state of overload.

Obviously he is a warrior, how can he suddenly become his father?! It was like having a wife, the wedding was done, and just as the evening was approaching, Dumbledore, who was officiating at the wedding, told Malfoy, "This is your little mother, your father Lucius's wife, your father is going into the cave." Malfoy couldn't accept this kind of thing, even his own father couldn't take his wife with him...... Ahh

The other teachers also leaned over and looked at the parchment that had been burned to the point of only the name, on which it did read—Lucius Malfoy.

Everyone felt ridiculous for a while, Lucius Malfoy had graduated for many years, how could his name come out of the Goblet of Fire?

Professor McGonagall wondered, "Did someone put his name in it?" Dumbledore immediately looked at Malfoy and asked calmly, "Malfoy, did you throw your father's name into the Goblet of Fire?" ”

"I didn't ...... No, I don't. Malfoy stammered,

"I wrote my own name." No matter how stupid he is, he can't do it

The name on the "marriage certificate" is written in the name of your father. But under the gaze of everyone, Malfoy suddenly felt a little unconfident again, could it be that he really wrote Lucius?

Karkaroff narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen everything, and with a cold smile on his face, he sneered, "Hogwarts is ready to let this long-graduated adult wizard compete with my students as warriors?" In order to win, your school is really unscrupulous! ”

"It's really unfair." Maxim chimed in: "I will never let my students compete with this kind of wizard!" ”

"Of course we won't." Dumbledore said politely: "This matter will be investigated......" Before the headmaster's words were finished, the flames in the Goblet of Fire turned red again, and then an even more dramatic scene appeared: I saw seven or eight pieces of parchment, like bullets, shot out of the Goblet of Fire and fell into Dumbledore's hands, the old man stared at the charred pieces of paper, and read respectively: "Horton Goyle, Join Crabbe, Amicus Caro, Alektor Carlo, Sean Nott, Edda Avery Jr., ......" Karkaroff only felt ridiculous at this moment, because those names turned out to be all his

"Old colleagues"! For a moment, it dawned on him that this wasn't a triwizard tournament, but a gathering of Death Eaters.

Moody was aware of this, too, and he didn't speak, just let out a shrill laugh. It's kind of interesting!

Knowing that Hogwarts was so exciting, he retired early to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, wouldn't it be much more interesting than being an Auror at the Ministry of Magic?

！ Snape stood at the back of the crowd, staring at everyone's expressions, trying to figure out who was responsible.

Draco Malfoy certainly can't be, could it be Lucius...... But there's no way he's sneaking into Hogwarts to do such a thing without Dumbledore finding out.

It can't be the Dark Lord himself, right? Or...... Snape stared at a bewildered Dumbledore with a suspicious gaze, his strange thoughts inexplicable.

His instincts told him that this had something to do with the bad old man. Many of the young wizards were confused, and the surnames of these people were familiar, but Hogwarts didn't seem to have these students.

At this moment, the Goblet of Fire, which had been silent for a moment, burst out again with a crackling sparkle, and a long tongue of fire suddenly burst into the air, holding out a piece of parchment on it.

Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand and grabbed the parchment, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It seems normal, the warriors of Hogwarts are—" Everyone stared intently at the headmaster when they heard this, and he said aloud, "-Rolf Scamander!" Finally, when they heard the familiar name, the students all looked at the Hufflepuff table.

Every Hufflepuff student was jumping up and down, screaming, stomping, and congratulating Rove.

Rolf stood up firmly, glancing at Shirley and Hermione in the distance, then tacitly looking at Dumbledore, and walking towards the room in the distance amid applause.

He quickly made his way through the crowd, pushed the door open, and entered the room. The room was small, with only a handful of torches, but the fireplace flickered and lit up the room.

On the walls on either side, there were still many portraits of wizards, and all of them turned to look at Rove, and when they saw him enter, they began to whisper quietly.

The portrait quickly leaves, as if to inform others of who the Hogwarts Warriors really are.

Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bent over and closed his eyes, and when he saw Rove, he was about to go up and talk to him, but Fleur had already walked before him.

Fleur walked over, she shook her long silver hair like a waterfall, and said happily, "Off, I knew that the warriors of Hogwarts must be you." ”

"It's me, but it's not just me." Rove shrugged and sighed, "There seems to be something wrong with the Goblet of Fire. He quickly recounted what had just happened in the Great Hall, and Fleur and Krum both looked at each other in disbelief.

At that moment, the door opened again, and Shirley and Hermione walked in with light steps. Fleur already knew that something was wrong with the Goblet of Fire, so she tentatively asked, "You two have also become warriors?" Shirley walked over to Rove and bowed her head softly, "Yes." For a moment, everyone fell silent, and the room fell silent, but it didn't last long before a large crowd pushed open the door and swarmed in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Karkaroff, Maxim, McGonagall, and Snape.

Harry and Ron were caught in the middle of the crowd. Ludo Bagman exclaimed, "It's so bizarre! Absolutely so bizarre! There are so many warriors, many of whom have graduated for many years! The Triwizard Tournament has been held for 700 years, and this is the first time such a bizarre thing has happened, right?! Madame Maxim straightened her tall frame, her head touched the candle-lit chandelier, and her huge breasts, wrapped in black satin, rose and fell violently.

"It's bizarre, so what the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?"

"I want to know, ma'am." Dumbledore said,

"But before I get into that, I'd like to ask you to take a look at this—I just got it from the Goblet of Fire—but I didn't read it out in public for fear of causing a fluster." The professors leaned over and looked at the burnt note in Dumbledore's hand, and they all took a breath of cold air.

I saw that it was written: Tom Marvolo Riddle! …………