Dumbledore and Amosta walked briskly into the room, followed by Lady Maxim, Professor Karkaroff, and the two high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, Professor Snape was the penultimate to enter, and Professor Moody, who was the last to enter the room, used his magic eye to scan around the empty auditorium, and finally, closed the door.

The agitated portraits on the walls of the room regained their silence as soon as the group walked in, glaring curiously, ready to inquire about what they were going to do with this bizarre affair before they went to brag to their portrait friends.

Amosta saw that Hermione was still in Professor McGonagall's arms, the fireplace in the room burning brightly, but Hermione's thin shoulders were still trembling slightly.

Fleur, Krum, and Cedric had apparently known what had happened from Professor McGonagall, and Amosta could detect the anger hidden in Fleur's furrowed brow.

Everyone was preoccupied, except for Ludo Bagman's look of interest as he looked at Hermione, who was particularly eye-catching in the crowd, and Amosta glanced at him, and immediately knew what the guy was planning.

"Madame Maxim!"

Fleur thought that Amosta would give her an explanation, but Amosta who walked into the room only glanced at her faintly, which undoubtedly ignited her anger. Fleur shook her hair violently and strode towards her principal,

"The professor told us that the little girl was also chosen as a warrior!"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and did not speak.

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,

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?"

Lady Maxime's gaze wandered between Dumbledore and Brian's figures, and in the end, she chose Dumbledore. And Karkaroff made the opposite choice, with a cold smile on his face, he looked at Amosta, but avoided Amosta's eyes because of the palpitations of the moment he had just been outside,

"I want to know that too, Brian,"

Karkaroff walked over to Krum, who was looking at Amosta in confusion,

"Can Hogwarts have two Champions? I don't remember anyone telling me that the host school could have two Warriors -- ah, sure, Brian, unless, like you decided to broadcast Triwizard Tournament to the public, you changed the charter on the fly? ”

"It can't be—"

Ludo said with a smile,

"There's never been such a tradition, but I'm fair enough to say that Amosta's decision to broadcast the tournament live to the public was a genius idea, right, Barty?"

Barty Crouch walked towards the fireplace as soon as he entered the room, and at this time, he stood on the fireplace, his expression hidden in a shadow, and he only let out an inexplicable, slight snort in the face of Ludo's question.

"That's not what we're talking about right now!"

Lady Maxime said forcefully, "It's grossly unfair that Hogwarts can't have two champions, unless this girl is kept out of the tournament!" ”

Hermione, curled up in Professor McGonagall's arms, bit her lip as she looked at Professors Dumbledore and Bryan with longing in her eyes. Amosta received Hermione's plea look, and he knew very well that Hermione was not begging for him to help her keep her as a warrior, but quite the opposite.

But he wasn't destined to give Hermione the reply she wanted.

"I think we all know it's unrealistic, ma'am--"

Amosta said to Madame Maxim, but his gaze was on everyone. And everyone noticed that the lilac hue in Bryan's eyes seemed to have changed somewhat, as if two golden flames had taken the place of the pupil's center, and at the same time, the room became scorching, and this scorching heat could not be provided by the fireplace by the wall.

Professor Moody, who was leaning against the doorway, and Barty Krach, who was by the fireplace, both twisted their shoulders unconsciously.

"The backlash against the Goblet of Fire contract is enough to nullify Miss Hermione Granger's magical talents, and I don't think anyone in this room has the right to make that decision."

In an instant when the magic was abolished, Hermione's cheeks and lips, which still had tears in the corners of her eyes, turned extremely pale.

"It's not our fault, Brian!"

The chill in Karkaroff's eyes deepened, he didn't care how desperate Hemin's words were, and his gaze turned to Dumbledore,

"We have the impression that Dumbledore, your age line will keep out underage competitors, otherwise, we will definitely bring more candidates from our school."

Since he walked into the room, Dumbledore's eyes have never left Hermione's eyes, and his penetrating gaze is examining her mind through Hermione's eyes, Karkaroff's questioning did not move him, he asked calmly,

"Are you sure you didn't put your name in the Goblet of Fire, Hermione?"

"I didn't, Professor Dumbledore!"

There weren't many opportunities for Hermione to deal directly with Dumbledore, the last time was when Dumbledore hinted that she was using a time turner to go back in time to capture Peter.

Until now, Hermione still didn't know why this had happened to her, but she knew that the only ones who could help her get rid of suspicion were Professor Dumbledore and Professor Blaine, and her voice was still damp,

"I've been with Harry and Ron all of today. I didn't do that."

"Have you asked an older classmate to help you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

Professor Dumbledore continued.

Hermione was stunned before she realized that there was an easy way to avoid Professor Dumbledore's age line, but she immediately came to her senses and shook her head desperately at everyone.

"She's clearly lying--"

Karkaroff squinted at Hermione and sneered contemptuously.

"If you know enough about Miss Hermione Granger!"

Professor McGonagall's chest bulged high, she couldn't care about Hogwarts and Gryffindor anymore, she glared at Professor Karkaroff angrily,

"You will know that Miss Granger is the best young wizard in Gryffindor, she is smart, hardworking and humble, her grades are the best in their grade, all the professors at Hogwarts who have taught her can fully credit her, Professor Karkaroff, and I am absolutely convinced that Miss Granger is not lying!"

"These are two different things—"

Madame Maxime glanced at Hermione in surprise, but said with a frown.

"Thanks--"

Karkaroff nodded at Madame Maxim, then looked at Professor McGonagall, who didn't even bother to maintain that indifferent smile

"The results don't say anything, and maybe her good results are the same means as she got the status of a warrior, deceitful and deceitful!"

"Do you think we're all stupid, Karkaroff?"

To Amosta's surprise, Snape leaned against the wall and lazily defended Hermione.

"I think we need to come to a consensus before we can talk about what's next—" Amosta said again,

"The Goblet of Fire is a powerful magical item, it has a very strong ability to discriminate, if Miss Granger just asks someone to put her name in the Goblet of Fire, the Goblet of Fire will only choose three Champions and will not make the low-level mistake of choosing four Champions, unless someone does something to it. And the kind of mana that can interfere with the Goblet of Fire, IMHO, at Hogwarts, only the people who are currently in this house may be able to do it.

Mrs. Maxime, and Professor Karkaroff, I think you agree that Hermione Granger doesn't have the ability to convince a few of us to cheat her, right? ”

There was silence as Lady Maxime and Professor Karkaroff, as well as three other legitimate warriors observed several Hogwarts staff members in the room, and it had to be said that Amosta made a powerful argument to prove the innocence of the little witch who had been accidentally involved in the incident.

Hermione's face finally regained some rosiness, and her mood came out of Karkaroff's evaluation of her like a roller coaster, and she realized that she had finally cleared her shameful suspicions!

It's not appropriate to accuse Severus of helping this obnoxious little witch cheat, Moody is clearly not a good person to provoke, and accusing Bryan and Dumbledore, or the equally famous Minerva McGonagall, of helping students cheat, would obviously make people think he's crazy.

Karkaroff's dull pupils flickered in his sockets as fast as Moody's magic eye, and after a moment of reluctance, he looked at the two high-ranking officials of the British Ministry of Magic, and his voice changed from stiff and indifferent to oily,

"Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagman, you two are ours—fair referees. Surely you think this is grossly inappropriate, don't you? ”

(End of chapter)