Chapter 402 Is None of My Business

Chapter 402 It's none of my business

Cedric stared straight at the fire as if it were a beautiful picture. Fleur Delacour looked a little irritable and looked around.

When she spotted Harry, she turned around immediately and asked, "How? Did they want us back?" She waited impatiently.

"Oh, no, that's for the teachers." Harry didn't know how to explain what had just happened.

Then there was a sound of panicked footsteps, and Ludo Bagman walked in from the auditorium. He grabbed Harry and dragged Harry forward.

"It's unbelievable," he whispered, squeezing Harry's arm hard, as if to make sure it was real. "It's unbelievable, gentlemen, and ladies."

He walked over to the fire and said to the three warriors, "Allow me to introduce you to you, it's a bit incredible, but that's it, this is the fourth warrior in the Triwizard Tournament."

Victor Krum straightened up, with a gloomy expression on his face, and looked Harry up and down without saying a word.

Cedric was a little overwhelmed, what the hell is this, the warrior of Hogwarts is obviously him, how could another person suddenly appear now. He looked at Bagman again, looked at Harry again, he even squeezed himself quietly, it wasn't a dream, it wasn't a joke.

Fleur Delacour shook her hair and said with a smile, "I want to say yes, it's a funny joke, Mr. Bagman."

"Joke?" Bagman repeated the word, waved his hand immediately and said, "No, of course it's not a joke, Harry's name just flew out of the Goblet of Fire, and he became the fourth warrior."

Krum frowned and said nothing. Cedric looked confused as to who was the warrior at Hogwarts.

Fleur frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Maybe they made a mistake, he's not old enough to compete." Everyone knew that Harry Potter wasn't 17 years old, which was too fake.

"Maybe so, it's a bit bizarre." Bagman touched his chin and said with a smile, "But, you should know that the age limit is an additional safety measure this year, and there was no such rule before."

"Since Harry's name has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, I mean, at this point, he can only continue to complete the game. It is very clear in the regulations that the warrior must abide by the contract, and Harry must do his best-- —"

the door behind them,

Pushed away again, a large crowd poured in.

At the front is Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Mrs. Maxim, Professor Karkaroff, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

As the door opened, hundreds of students outside the auditorium were also talking loudly.

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur said immediately, walking towards her headmaster, "They said Harry Potter was going to play too."

Madame Maxime walked into the door of the room bent over. When she straightened up, her head touched the candle-lit fancy chandelier, and her chest heaved violently under her black silk dress.

"What's the matter? Dumbledore," she asked proudly.

"I also want to know what's going on? Dumbledore." Professor Karkaroff had a warm smile on his face, but his blue eyes flashed coldly.

"Hogwarts can have two warriors? I don't remember anyone telling me that the host school can have two warriors, unless there is a special clause written in the invisibility potion in the bylaws."

He smiled, with contempt in his laughter.

"It's impossible." Madame Maxime said coldly, her big hand with opal on her fingers rested on Fleur's shoulder, and said bluntly, "Hogwarts can't have two warriors, this is against the rules. Yes, it's extremely unfair."

"We thought that your age limit would screen out all competitors who do not meet the age, Dumbledore." Karkaroff's smile began to turn cold and his tone became more malicious, "Otherwise, We can definitely bring in more candidates."

"This matter is entirely Potter's responsibility, Karkaroff." Snape said blankly, his eyes full of malice, "Can't blame Dumbledore, Potter is a privilege, he Insistently breaking the rules. This has been his habit, and since he entered the school, he has regarded the rules as nothing."

"Okay, thank you, Severus," Dumbledore said, and Snape closed his mouth, his black eyes shooting more malice and hostility.

"I didn't put my name into the Goblet of Fire," Harry said flatly.

Professor Dumbledore looked down at Harry, and the half-moon-shaped lenses showed incomprehensible eyes.

"You sure didn't do it?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Of course, I'm sure." Harry said calmly, and he could clearly see the disdain and hostility of the others for his answer.

"You didn't ask your older classmates to help you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

"Not at all, I didn't plan to participate in the competition at all." Harry said decisively.

"He must be lying." Madame Maxime said in a stern tone. She was very dissatisfied with the calmness and calmness of the boy in front of her. He clearly deceived the age line, but pushed the responsibility cleanly.

"Harry can't pass the age line." Professor McGonagall defended his students loudly. "I believe everyone should know that the age line is not so easy to pass."

"Who knows, maybe Dumbledore's line is wrong." Madame Maxime shrugged and said disapprovingly.

"Indeed, there is a possibility." Dumbledore responded politely.

"This is absurd, Dumbledore, you clearly know that you are not mistaken." Professor McGonagall said angrily, "Harry can't cross that age line, as Professor Dumbledore believes, we also Trust that Harry didn't persuade the seniors to do it for him."

As she said that, she glared at Snape angrily, because he hated Harry, so he helped the foreign academy to speak.

"Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagman, two fair referees." Karkaroff's voice became enthusiastic again, "You are objective referees, you must think that the current situation is inappropriate, right? .Right."

Bagman wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. There were too many people in the room, and the roaring bonfire made the atmosphere here smell of gunpowder.

He turned his attention to Mr. Crouch, the leader of the competition, who was standing outside the circle of fire. Most of his face was hidden in the shadows, looking a little dead.

(To be continued.)