"I also want to know what happened when two warriors came out of Hogwarts?" Professor Orson from Durmstrang couldn't help but ask.
"I think this can only be blamed on Potter and G-" Snape was about to say something, but when he looked at Hermione, he glanced at Maka subconsciously, "Well... I mean, Don't blame Dumbledore, there must be something fishy here."
"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore nodded, but his eyes were always on Harry and Hermione.
Unlike Hermione who always lowered her head and remained silent, Harry, who had always been quite stubborn about this kind of thing, was also looking at Dumbledore, trying his best to understand the eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses.
"Did you throw your names into the Goblet of Fire, Harry? Hermione?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"No." Harry replied immediately and decisively.
Harry was well aware that everyone was watching him closely, especially Snape, who was making an impatient sound of disbelief from the shadows.
"Did you ask your older classmates to help you throw their names into the Goblet of Fire?" Professor Dumbledore continued to ask, not paying attention to Snape's little voice.
"No," Harry said excitedly.
"Ah, he must be lying!" cried Madam Maxime. "You see, this Miss Granger has been afraid to speak. She must-".
"I don't!"
Hermione seemed to explode due to over-repression of her emotions, and she let out a piercing cry that was almost a scream, making Madame Maxime couldn't help but frown.
Snape shook his head, but said nothing.
"There's no way he's crossed that age line," snapped Professor McGonagall. "I'm sure we all agree on that -"
"Dumbledore must have made a mistake in that line." Mrs. Maxim said, shrugging her shoulders. "Or should we listen to the opinion of the only person here who has crossed the age boundary head-on?"
Snape also looked at Maka.
When Maka saw her mentioning herself, she was silent for a moment, and then said: "It might be a good idea to ask someone to help put the note in..."
Madame Maxime raised her eyebrows, but Maca continued.
"...But please allow me to say this, I have been with Mr. Potter and Miss Granger for so long, at least I don't think they would do such a thing."
He emphasized his tone and said: "Especially Miss Granger. She has always been the most disciplined among the students. She will definitely not be able to do this kind of cheating behavior..."
Dumbledore glanced at Maka with his deep eyes, and then said calmly: "What Mrs. Maxim and Mr. MacLean said make sense. I personally believe Miss Granger and Mr. Potter, but to say It's not impossible that I made the wrong line..."
"Dumbledore, you know you are not mistaken!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, "How ridiculous this statement is! It is impossible for Harry and Hermione to cross that line themselves. They don't have Mar... Mr. MacLean That kind of strength! And as MacLean believed, Harry and Hermione didn't persuade the upperclassmen to do it for him, and I think everyone else should believe that too!"
She gave Professor Snape a very angry look.
"Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagman," Mrs. Maxim changed the subject and asked the question to the two officials from the Ministry of Magic. "You two are also members of the judging panel. What do you think? I I thought, this is obviously a little out of order.”
Madame Maxime's way of speaking was very tactful, but her intention was very clear.
Bagman didn't know what to say at all. He wiped his chubby baby face with a handkerchief and looked at Mr. Crouch.
Mr. Crouch stood outside the circle of fire, his face half hidden in shadow. He looked a little weird. The black half made him look much older, almost like a skeleton.
But when he spoke, his voice was as stiff as ever.
"We must abide by the charter. The charter clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Triwizard Tournament."
"Hey, Barty knows the regulations by heart." Bagman said, with a smile on his face, and turned back to look at Mrs. Maxim, as if the matter had been resolved satisfactorily.
"But it's not fair - there are two warriors in Hogwarts!" Mrs. Maxim said, looking towards Maka again, and said hurriedly, "We also need to increase the number of warriors! It must be like this -"
First, the powerful Maka participated in the competition, and this time two more warriors appeared in Hogwarts. This was really unfavorable for Beauxbatons, and Madam Maxime was obviously getting anxious.
"But Mrs. Maxim, I'm afraid this won't work," Bagman said. "The Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished and will not be rekindled until the next tournament - there will definitely be no way to add more candidates this time."
Maka knew she couldn't go on like this. To be honest, he didn't care at all who would win the Triwizard Tournament. What he cared about was whether his plan could be completed smoothly.
The more people there are, the greater the variables will be, which is definitely not conducive to the progress of the plan.
"I think it is better for each of us to take a step back - canceling Miss Granger's warrior status is the most appropriate result. This will not only help maintain the fairness of the Triwizard Tournament, but also calm the anger in the hearts of other students, right?"
However, Madame Maxime seemed to have seized some opportunity and continued to persist, hoping to get more opportunities for Beauxbatons.
"Don't be pretentious, McClane!" a voice growled by the door, "You are just a warrior now, not a member of the referee team... I said, they all must participate in the game, which is bound by a magical contract!"
Moody had just entered the room. He limped toward the fire, and every time his right prosthetic leg landed on the ground, it made a loud impact, thump, thump.
Maka frowned, glanced at him coldly, and said impatiently: "Moody, do you have any business here? Just take care of what you should take care of!"
Harry gave Maka a complicated look.
This was the second time he had seen Maka show such a arrogant side. The last time was at the Quidditch World Cup finals. To be honest, he was very uncomfortable with Maka like this.
On the other side, Moody also looked back at Maka forcefully, and he said softly: "I know what I should do and what I should do... Someone put Potter's name into that goblet, and he knew that if Names get thrown out and Porter has to play.”
"Obviously, that person wants to give Hogwarts a second chance!" said Mrs. Maxim.
"If anyone has a reason to complain, it's Potter and Granger," Moody said gruffly, "but... it's funny, I didn't hear a word they said..."
"Why is he complaining?" Fleur Delacour couldn't help but stamp her foot. "He has a chance to compete, hasn't he? For many weeks, we all hoped that we would be selected! Bring honor to our school ! There is also a bonus of one thousand galleons and mysterious magic items - this opportunity is what many people dream of!"
"Perhaps someone wanted Potter killed for this." Moody simply avoided Hermione, with a hint of a growl in his tone.
There was a tense silence after Moody's words.
Ludo Bagman looked very anxious. His body was moving up and down uneasily, and he said: "Moody, you old guy...how can you say such a thing!"
"Mr. Bagman, how do you think he retired? He is no longer normal now, with all these conspiracy theories in his mind." Maka curled her lips and said.
"It is true that some people will use innocent and harmless activities to achieve their own goals," Moody continued. "My job is to think like a dark wizard... McClane, although I don't know what Fudge is thinking, But if I hadn’t retired, I would never have let you leave the World Cup peacefully.”
"Alastor!" Dumbledore warned.
That is "Mad Eye"'s real name - Alastor Moody, but most people who know him are accustomed to calling him by the nickname "Mad Eye", and few people call him by his real name.
"How this situation came about, we don't know." Dumbledore seemed to feel that he could no longer argue endlessly. He said to everyone gathered in the room, "But in my opinion, we have nothing but Accept it, there is no choice. Both Harry and Hermione have been chosen to compete. Therefore, they must..."
"Ah, but Dumbledore—"
"My dear Madame Maxime, if you have another solution, I am willing to listen."
Maka looked at Hermione and saw that she was lowering her head and saying nothing again. She couldn't help but shook her head slightly and closed her newly opened mouth again.
Some plans must be carried out, and it's not time yet - he has said enough just now, and if he continues to make trouble, something will inevitably go wrong.
Dumbledore waited, but Madame Maxime said nothing, she just stared angrily.
And she was not the only one showing dissatisfaction. Snape also looked angry; Professor Orson just looked at Maka's back and said nothing; but Bagman looked very excited.
"Okay, let's continue?" Bagman said, rubbing his hands and looking at the people in the room with a smile, "We're going to give guidance to our warriors, right? Barty, it's up to you to do the talking. Bar?"
Mr. Crouch seemed to suddenly wake up from his deep thoughts. He took a few steps forward and walked into the circle of fire.
He looked very haggard. There are two deep shadows under the eyes, and the wrinkled skin is as white and transparent as paper. You know, he wasn't like this during the Quidditch World Cup.
"Okay," he said, "Guidance. Yes... first project..."