Chapter 176

Almost all the little wizards were persuaded by Dumbledore's words, and they had to admit that Miss Granger's strength was counted in the whole of Hogwarts, at least until now, few little wizards can Complete use of the Patronus Charm, so soon. They spontaneously cheered for Hermione Granger.

Hermione, who was recognized, smiled and waved to everyone, then walked out of the crowd and entered the next room.

"Great!" exclaimed Dumbledore cheerfully when the noise finally died down, "well, now our three champions have been chosen. I know I can count on all of you, including Beauxbatons and The rest of Durmstrang's classmates, you will definitely give your all to support your warriors. You will also make a great contribution to this event by cheering on the warriors—"

But Dumbledore stopped abruptly, and everyone could see what caught his attention.

The flame in the goblet turned red again. The sparks crackled and sputtered. A long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and a piece of parchment was held on it.

Dumbledore seemed to subconsciously stretch out a slender hand and grab the parchment. He held it far away, staring at the name written on it. There was a long silence, Dumbledore stared at the note in his hand, and everyone in the auditorium stared at Dumbledore. Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud—

"Harry Potter."

Chapter 0244 The Fourth Warrior

Harry sat there, realizing that everyone in the auditorium had turned their heads to look at him. He was stunned, his mind went blank. He must be dreaming. He must have heard it wrong just now.

There was no applause. A hum began to fill the auditorium, like the chirping of countless angry bees. Some of the students also stood up, trying to get a better look at Harry, who froze in his seat as if frozen.

Professor McGonagall stood up in the guest seat, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, and whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear, Dumbledore listened, slightly wrinkled. Brows raised.

Harry turned to look at Ron beside him. He saw the classmates at the long Gryffindor table behind them all with their mouths open and staring at him.

"I didn't put my name in," said Harry blankly. "You know I didn't."

They were also dazed and stared at him blankly.

At the guest of honor, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he shouted again. "Harry! Please come here!"

"Go." Ron urged in a low voice, nudged Harry lightly.

Harry stood up and stepped on the bottom edge of his robe, tripping slightly. He walked down the passage between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's tables. He felt that this road seemed to be extraordinarily long, and the chair of honor seemed to be so far away forever. He could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, as if each eye couldn't be a searchlight. The buzzing of discussions grew louder. It seemed like an entire hour had passed before he finally got to Dumbledore, and he felt the eyes of all the teachers on him.

"Okay... go to that door, Harry." Dumbledore said, without a smile on his face, then he looked at Ye Ting again, "Mr. Ye, you are our special guest, too One of the referees, please come too, we need your help."

Ye Ting walked along the staff table, passed through the door, and exited the auditorium, and found himself in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides. In the fireplace opposite him, the fire was burning brightly.

When he entered, the faces in the portrait all turned to look at him. He saw a wrinkled witch whizzing out of her frame and into the frame next to it, which was a wizard with a walrus beard. The wrinkled witch began to bit his ear quietly.

Victor Rum, Hermione Granger and Fleur Delacour were all around the fire. When Ye Ting walked in, both Fleur Delacour and Hermione Granger turned their heads. When they saw Ye Ting, they looked surprised.

"You're here, Mr. Referee." Furong stepped forward and greeted Ye Ting, "To be honest, have you secretly helped your little girlfriend, she's not yet seventeen! "

Of course, this was a complete joke, and she wasn't mad at Hermione's lack of age.

"Of course I didn't help her," Ye Ting shook his head. "It all depends on her own efforts."

"Well, you're really proud of her." Furong pretended to be sad, "Is it really a family?"

"No...No," Furong's teasing made Hermione stammer. She was not used to her relationship with Ye Ting being known to everyone. "I...we are just ordinary friends."

"Is it just an ordinary friend?" Furong suddenly laughed wickedly, "If that's the case, I don't mind if he pursues you, so I'm welcome."

"Don't!" Hermione was no match for Furong in this regard, and her face was flushed all of a sudden.

"Okay, Furong." Ye Ting smiled helplessly, "Don't bully little Hermione, I'm here for business." ("Don't call me little Hermione!")

"Okay, okay, I won't say the head office, you are really partial." Fleur stopped teasing Hermione and asked instead, "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

She thought he was coming in to spread the word.

However, Ye Ting has not started to explain what just happened

Everything, and another person came in outside the door, it was Harry Potter.

There was a flurry of footsteps behind, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.

"It's so bizarre!" he whispered, squeezing Harry's arm hard, "absolutely so bizarre! Mr. . Come on - as incredible as it may seem - this is the fourth warrior in the Triwizard Tournament!"

Victor Klum straightened up and looked Harry up and down, a gloomy expression on his mighty face. Hermione looked bewildered. He looked at Bagman and then at Harry, thinking he must not have heard what Bagman was saying. Fleur Delacour tossed her long hair, smiled sweetly, and said, "Oh, this joke is very interesting, Mr. Bagman."

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, puzzled. "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just spewed out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Krum's two thick eyebrows frowned slightly. Both Hermione and Furong frowned and looked at Ye Ting.

Ye Ting nodded to them to confirm.

"But that's obviously a mistake," Fleur said to Bagman proudly. "But there's already one player at Hogwarts, Miss Granger, isn't she?"

"Yeah...it's really surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and looked down at Harry with a smile, "but, as you know, the goblet of fire is the choice of the match, since his name Squirting out of the goblet...I mean, I don't think it's allowed to run away since we've gotten to this point...the rules are very clear, you have to abide by...Harry's going to do his best —"

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large crowd rushed in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape . Before Professor McGonagall stepped up to the door, there were hundreds of students buzzing in the auditorium next door.

Madame Maxime straightened her large and tall frame. Her handsome head touched the candle-lit chandelier, and her huge black satin breast heaved violently.

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?" she said arrogantly.

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff--with a icy smile on his face and his blue eyes like ice cubes, "and there are two warriors at Hogwarts. ? I don't remember someone telling me that the host school could have two warriors—haven't I read the bylaws carefully enough?"

He gave a short laugh, his voice unpleasant.

Chapter 0245 Deadlock

"It's impossible," said Madame Maxime, her large hand with many ornate opals resting on Fleur's shoulders. "It's very unfair that Hogwarts can't have two warriors."

"Also, I think there is something wrong with your other candidate," Karkaroff said, still with a cold smile on his face, and the chill in his eyes deepened, "In our mind, your age line is If we can exclude underage competitors, otherwise, we will definitely bring more candidates from our school."

"This matter has nothing to do with Miss Granger." Ye Ting glanced at Karkaroff and said suddenly, "I can prove that Miss Granger broke through the age limit with absolute strength."

Before that, he had been very silent, because he knew all the truth and felt that there was nothing to say, but as soon as his voice sounded, it attracted everyone's attention, and no one could ignore his opinion.

Karkaroff didn't really care about the young man Ye Ting's words. He didn't see the scene in the morning with his own eyes. He didn't know how powerful Ye Ting was. It couldn't prove that Hermione was a qualified candidate, but when he looked into Ye Ting's eyes, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if something dangerous was staring at him.

In that look, he felt a huge pressure, and at that moment, he even felt that he was not looking at a little wizard who was only fourteen years old, but a giant dragon.

--What's going on? Just a kid, why?

Karkaroff suddenly thought of the rumors that he had dismissed before, and now, he really began to believe that the child was a master of the same level as Dumbledore.

So when it came to the mouth, the words immediately changed their mouths.

"Okay...well, Miss Granger is fine." He decisively denied his initial opinion, "So what's going on with Harry Potter? I don't believe he can do this too, Wouldn't it be you who opened a small stove for him?"

As expected of a former Death Eater who betrayed his colleagues, he was also quite decisive in admitting counsel.

"It's only Potter's fault, Karkaroff," said Snape softly, his dark eyes flashing with hostility. "Don't blame Dumbledore, blame Potter for his insistence on breaking the rules. After school, I kept breaking the school rules—”

"Thank you, Severus," Dumbledore said firmly, and Snape closed his mouth, but his eyes still gleamed maliciously through his greasy black hair.

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