Hermione sat there, realizing that everyone in the auditorium was turning their heads to look at her. Of course, this is not quite right, after all, she is not so famous in other grades, and there are still many people who don't know who Hermione Granger is, but after some inquiry, their eyes immediately fell on her by anchoring the famous Harry Potter.

Hermione froze, her mouth slightly open, her pure brown pupils were misty, and her thin body trembled slightly under the gazes of countless people, as if when she first woke up from a big dream, her consciousness could not fully control her body.

There was no applause, but a buzz began to fill the auditorium like countless angry bees chirping, and some of the students stood up to see Hermione Granger clearly, while Hermione remained in her seat, as if she had been under a petrification spell.

Professor McGonagall stood up from the guest of honor and walked briskly over to Professor Dumbledore, her face grim and eagerly whispered, while Dumbledore listened and frowned slightly.

Also rising from their seats were Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, who seemed to think that the young Professor Bryan was making an unseemly joke, and they quickly walked around the table and ran to Professor Blaine, poking their heads out of the right and glaring at the note that Professor Bryan was still holding.

Time slowed forward in despair, and Hermione's body trembled more and more, but it always gave her the ability to move a little.

She turned her head to look at Harry and Ron, at each of the faces facing her on the Gryffindor table, and her eyes were moistened.

Harry's face was only dazed and confused, Hermione had never felt that Ron was so strange, he stared at himself, every wrinkled line on his face showed his anger, and the others, Fred and George, Ginny, they were looking at themselves as if they were knowing themselves for the first time!

Neville, Seamus, Dean, Alya, Katie. They looked at her with shock in their eyes, but Hermione was most unacceptable to Pettil, Lavender, and Angelina, and Hermione's gaze only flickered over their eyes before she looked away, because she couldn't stand the meaning of their eyes.

resentment and their perception that she was just a clown who had made it to chance.

"I didn't—"

Hermione couldn't control the cry in her voice, how desperate the situation was.

Hermione still remembers that when she first entered Hogwarts, in order to hide the inferiority of her Muggle background, she remained humble and worked hard to study hard, of course, which won the favor of many professors and the respect of some classmates, but most people still ignored her, and even thought she was a troublemaker, and at that time, it was the friendship of Harry and Ron that saved her from this confused situation.

And now, it seems that the only people she can rely on are the two of them.

"I didn't"

Hermione's thin shoulders trembled terribly, if it weren't for the Great Hall, if it weren't for the stares of so many people, Hermione would probably be crying.

Thankfully, Harry took a deep breath, his mind still cloudy, but the way he looked at Hermione was determined, and Ron, his mouth moved slightly, the angry lines on his brow vanished, but his eyes flickered.

Karkaroff's eyes seemed to sink into the note in Amosta's hand, and Amosta casually threw the note into his arms, he stepped forward, looked at the back half of the Gryffindor table, and repeated it again,

"Hermione Granger, come on, go to that door."

"Go--"

Harry's voice was heavy and angry, and he patted Hermione's arm softly, and then, as if there was electricity, his palm made Hermione's body tremble violently.

"Go, Hermione—"

The urging came from Neville, and the consternation in his eyes was gone, replaced by worry. The silent support of some people finally gave Hermione a little courage.

Hermione staggered to her feet, stepping on the underside of her robes, stumbling slightly.

She still didn't dare to look at the people at the Hufflepuff table next to her, and most of the Gryffindors looked at her in surprise, but compared to Hufflepuff, the gaze was soft. Hermione knew why Hufflepuff hated her so much, and it wasn't a matter of much thought.

Hermione walked down the aisle between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, and it seemed unusually long to her, and the guest of honor seemed forever out of reach. She could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on her, as if each eye was a searchlight. The buzz grew louder and louder, and it seemed like a full hour before she walked up to Professor Brian.

The only person Hermione could muster the courage to observe was Professor Bryan.

He was indeed looking at himself, and unlike his classmates, it was not surprising that there was no element of consternation in his expression, and it seemed that nothing would ever surprise Professor Blaine.

While Hemin was relieved, Professor Bryan didn't seem to think of her as a little wizard who was stealing chickens and playing tricks. He looked at her as he usually did, and even had some concern in his eyes, and at this time, Hermione was especially keen at catching that emotion.

"It's not me, Professor!"

Perhaps it was this concern that made Hermione feel broken, and she suddenly stopped in her staggering steps and cried out.

"It's okay, Miss Granger—"

Amosta patted Hermione on the shoulder, he turned his head to look at Dumbledore's side, covering his mouth, Professor McGonagall with an unbearable face, her voice steady without a trace of waves,

"Minerva, I think Miss Granger needs a little help, could you please accompany her to that little room first?"

Professor McGonagall didn't hesitate, she immediately left Dumbledore's side, walked around the table and strode towards Hermione, Hermione had expected Professor McGonagall to reprimand her, after all, she valued the reputation of Gryffindor House so much, and the moment the Goblet of Fire spewed out her name, Gryffindor and Hogwarts. It's already discredited.

"Come on, Miss Granger."

Professor McGonagall wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulder, and she said in Hermione's softest voice since she had known her.

Hermione quickly disappeared from everyone's sight, and Amosta watched the doomed little witch enter the room on the side of the auditorium, and then turned to look at the faculty table. Dumbledore's blue eyes flickered with coldness, and he slowly stood up, responding to Amosta's gaze.

Most of the faculty at the table still couldn't shake off the shock, but Professor Snape looked a little gloating, and Barty Crouch, with his stern face, seemed to have nothing to do with what was happening at the moment.

Smack

With a soft sound that could only be heard near the faculty table, Amosta looked at Madame Maxime, who tried to contain her anger, but the table under her palm cracked.

"As you can see—"

Facing the immature faces, Amosta pointed to the blue and white flames that were gradually extinguishing the Goblet of Fire,

"The selection of warriors has come to an end, now, the presidents of the male and female student unions, the prefects of the houses, lead your students back to their dormitories as soon as possible, I don't want to see anyone wandering around the castle tonight without following the school rules--"

The disgruntled voices below suddenly became violent, and many people cried for an explanation, but in front of the faculty table, Professor Bryne's figure seemed to suddenly grow taller, and a heavy pressure swept in all directions with the sound of rolling thunder that could be heard in a trance, and the little wizards shut up one after another, and honestly left their seats, and spontaneously walked towards the foyer, while Professor Karkaroff, who was closest to Amosta, was also angry, and Ludo Brown, who was inexplicably excited. Bagman was swept away by the coercion that emanated from Amosta's body, like a frozen spell in his face, and his teeth and pimples swung up.

"Come on--"

Amosta beckoned to Professor Karkaroff and the relevant personnel at the faculty table, and said calmly,

"Let's get this straight—"

(End of chapter)