Chapter 358 Pre-Match Guidance, He Is Really Persistent

"There will be no problem with the number of participants, right?" Bagman asked Maxim and Karkaroff.

The two headmasters looked at each other and nodded silently.

"Then there is another question." Dumbledore looked at Harry Potter seriously, "Harry, did you really not put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"Really not, sir." Harry said with a melancholy face.

"Obviously, someone signed him up." Aaron gave a more reasonable explanation, "Someone wants him to participate in the competition, this is premeditated."

"But I don't want to participate." Harry said with tears in his eyes.

"Don't want to participate? Why don't you want to participate?" Furong couldn't help asking, "How many people dream of participating in the competition, winning glory for the school, and there is a prize of one thousand Galleons."

"Not everyone regards honor as particularly important, and most fourth-year wizards are not capable of dealing with those competition items, but that doesn't matter." Aaron waved his hand and smiled, "In the past few years at Hogwarts, I found two very special curses. One is that the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will leave for various reasons before working for less than a year.

The other is on Halloween Eve, the first-year troll, the second-year basilisk, and the third-year jailbreaker Sirius Black. I was still thinking about what would happen this year a few days ago, and as a result...a person who didn't want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament participated in a muddle."

"Thank you, Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore said with a dark face. It was somewhat embarrassing for the other two principals to know about this.

"But even if someone voted for Mr. Potter's name, the Goblet of Fire might not choose him!" Maxim said.

"Confusion spell." Moody said, "A very powerful Confusion spell, otherwise it can't fool a super powerful monster like the Goblet of Fire."

"Your idea seems to make some sense, Mad-Eye." Karkaroff said coldly, "But I think it may be that Mr. Potter wants to use this method to paralyze our Durmstrang warriors.

Think about it! Who would care about an "innocent victim"? In this way, Mr. Potter's pressure to win the championship may be much less."

Hearing this, Harry's eyes widened.

How can he still think like this? How did Karkaroff become the headmaster?

"What's important now is how to solve the problem?" Dumbledore looked at Barty Crouch and the other three referees, "Tell me what you think."

"The rules cannot be changed." Barty Crouch said, "The choice of the Goblet of Fire must be followed and cannot be changed.

Mr. Potter has no choice. From tonight, he is the champion of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Maybe there is a way to violate the contract of the Goblet of Fire, but..." Adrian smiled faintly, "But the price is very high, Mr. Potter will definitely not be able to bear it."

"What price?" Harry asked tentatively, with a faint hope in his heart.

"After the baptism of the magic flame of the Goblet of Fire, your body will turn into ashes, but your soul can be preserved.

You can live in Hogwarts as a ghost."

"Forget it, I'll just participate." Harry said far-fetchedly. He had participated in the deathday party of Nick who almost lost his head, and knew how boring the life of a ghost was.

If someone asked him how he died, he would be embarrassed to say it.

"Then let's continue!" Bagman rubbed his hands excitedly, "It's time to give guidance to our warriors, right, Barty?"

"Yes, guidance." Barty reacted and walked up to the five warriors, "The first project tests your courage, but we won't tell you what it is. The courage to face the unknown is an important quality of wizards.

The first project will be carried out on November 24th and completed in front of the jury and other spectators.

When completing the project, the warriors must not request or accept any help from other teachers. The only weapon is their wand..."

"Wait." Aaron frowned slightly and couldn't help interrupting Crouch.

"Mr. Gaius, do you have any questions?"

"I want to ask if only wands can be used? No other weapons or anything?"

"You are worthy of being my brother." Adrian praised, "Let's put it this way, the only weapon everyone can bring when entering the venue is a wand, but how to use it depends on your performance."

"I understand now." Aaron suddenly realized, "Other weapons can be used, but they must be summoned by magic."

"That's what I mean." Barty Crouch continued, "Only through the first project can you understand the situation of the second project.

Because the competition is very demanding and lasts for a long time, the participating warriors will not take the annual exam."

"This is the only good news I have heard these days." Aaron sighed.

"That's all I have to say."

"Bartty." Dumbledore looked at Crouch's dark circles and said with concern, "Why don't you rest for a day in Hogwarts before leaving."

"No, Dumbledore.

I have to go back to the Ministry of Magic. It's very busy and difficult at the moment.

I let a new young man take charge temporarily. He is very enthusiastic, but a little too enthusiastic. "

"Okay! Then at least have a drink before leaving!"

"Next time, I really don't have time this time." Crouch said, pulling the reluctant Bagman away.

Adrian walked up to Aaron, with a hint of playfulness on his lips, "The first project will be exciting, very, very exciting, you must not die!"

"Thank you for your concern." Aaron rolled his eyes, "Just don't forget what you promised me."

"Don't forget my request to you." Adrian smiled, "If you can't do it, then... I can't help you."

Aaron gritted his teeth, "I know."

"What did she ask of you?" Furong asked curiously.

"It might be a life-threatening request." Aaron said a little depressed, "In short, it's quite unfriendly to me. "

"Professor Karkaroff, Ms. Maxim, and Ms. Klein, would you like a nightcap?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, I have something else to do and I have to leave for a few days." Adrian waved his hand and walked towards the hall.

Maxim said nothing and walked up the stairs with Fleur, while Karkaroff and Krum left quickly.

"Then, only Hogwarts is left." Aaron spread his hands and then looked at Dumbledore, "I wonder if the headmaster has any more instructions?"

"I suggest you go back to bed." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I believe the students of Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff are waiting for you to celebrate together!"

The three looked at each other and walked out of the room together.

The hall is now empty, the pumpkin lanterns flicker from time to time, and the candle flames dance constantly, creating a weird festive atmosphere.

"I really didn't expect that I would become an opponent with you. "Cedric said with a smile.

"I thought I would become your opponent." Aaron said lightly, "Among all the senior wizards who have registered at Hogwarts, most of them are just for the sake of numbers, except for the prefects, and you are the best among the four prefects."

"I am really embarrassed to say that."

"But I really didn't think that Harry Boot would become a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament." Aaron looked at Harry, who was at a loss, speechlessly, "Do you have any feelings?"

"No, it's too sudden.

I didn't prepare at all, and I never thought that someone would register for me."

Cedric looked at him deeply, and then his face was filled with an indifferent smile, "There is no need to be so nervous. Since you have registered, work hard to pursue that honor. I will not show mercy just because you are young."

After speaking, Cedric walked to the small door on the right and went to the Hufflepuff common room.

"He doesn't seem to believe me. "Harry said aggrievedly.

"It's human nature. Not to mention Cedric, even Hermione and Ron may not believe you." Aaron teased, "You explained it in the morning and signed up secretly at night, so you don't have to feel embarrassed if you are not selected.

Unfortunately, you just have the perfect tool for committing the crime, the invisibility cloak."

Harry's mouth twitched slightly. He just made a simple guess at the time, but he never expected that it would happen to him.

"You said before that someone wanted me to participate in the competition, but why?"

"How do I know?" Aaron said speechlessly, "The only thing that is certain is that he has no good intentions. The Triwizard Tournament is still very dangerous for you."

"Dangerous?" Harry murmured, as if he thought of something, his pupils widened instantly, and he stood there in a daze.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I remembered a dream I had during the summer vacation." Harry's eyes flashed with panic, "Voldemort, I dreamed of him.

He was very weak and had to gasp for air to speak, but Wormtail served him by his side, and they were plotting to kill me.

"Yeah, I see." Aaron nodded indifferently.

"It may be true, you know Professor Trelawney's prophecy."

"Don't get me wrong, I mean your dream may be true, and the prophecy may be true.

But even if you didn't have this dream, Voldemort would want to kill you, right?"

Harry:......

That makes sense.

I actually worried about a fact that everyone knows for several months.

"By the way, he seemed to mention you in the dream."

Puff!

Aaron suddenly lost his composure and immediately grabbed Harry's arm and shook it, "What did he say?"

"Don't worry, he doesn't mean to kill you." Harry said hurriedly.

Aaron barely breathed a sigh of relief and slowly let go of Harry's arm, but the next sentence made Aaron stagger and almost roll down the stairs.

"After killing me, he hopes to capture you alive. "

"Haha!" Aaron's mouth showed an indescribable bitterness, "Again and again, it seems that the great Dark Lord is really persistent towards me!

Harry, you must be alright! If you die, Voldemort will focus all his attention on me. "

Harry Potter:......