Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 401 Unexpected candidates

Dumbledore gently grabbed the parchment with a special expression, incomprehensible.

He held the parchment far away, stared at the name on it, and remained silent for a long time.

Until the end, in the eyes of everyone, he read out loud, "Harry Potter."

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to Harry Potter, which is different from everyone's imagination, why there is a fourth person participating.

George could clearly see the blankness on Harry's face, and Harry's expression revealed that he didn't know anything about it.

George's mind continued to sink. If Harry didn't choose to sign up himself, who signed up for him? There are not many people with this ability in the academy. It is not difficult to guess why this person wants Harry to participate in this competition.

"It seems that this year's Triwizard Tournament is not as simple as that. The real purpose of the competition is not just a competition between students." George secretly calculated the possible hidden plans.

At this time, Harry was completely blinded, as if someone was using a dazzling flashing light at his eyes. The sound of gongs and drums deafened his ears. He seems to have entered a state of turning a blind eye, hearing and not hearing. He had absolutely no idea what was going on.

His first reaction was, when did he sign up yesterday. But he immediately reacted, he didn't sign up at all, and he was sure that he didn't have the habit of sleepwalking. Today, he has also been with Ron and Hermione.

Throughout the day, he can be sure that he has absolutely no missed time, and it is definitely not his name.

So, the question is, if it wasn't his own name, who would it be?

He subconsciously thought about one possibility after another, George? No, George wouldn't do such a mindless thing. In fact, he prefers to express his emotions after watching them finish their work, and then educate them. This kind of mindless and unauthorized behavior has always been against George.

Not George's words, Harry turned his eyes to Dumbledore, could it be him? It is possible that although he could not find a reason for Dumbledore to do this for the time being, it would be difficult for him to hide from Dumbledore's eyes unless he did not intend to pay attention to it.

If it wasn't Dumbledore, could it be Snape? This possibility is not ruled out, but the possibility is somewhat small. Snape would rather humiliate him endlessly than kill him outright, even if possible,

Snape preferred to keep his life.

Or someone from another school? Professor Karkaroff seems suspicious, or maybe the new Professor Moody?

When Harry was thinking wildly in his head, speculating about who signed up for him.

The students had begun to whisper, and the dissatisfaction and will could even reach the air through the expressions on their faces. The students seemed very dissatisfied, as if they felt that someone had tarnished the honor of the warrior.

Ron was dumbfounded. Seeing the tense atmosphere, he was a little fortunate that he didn't try to cheat the age line to sign up. Now it seems that a cheating warrior is not so easy to be. The students who were squeezed out, the students who supported these students, were not easy to deal with.

"But, when did Harry sign up?" Ron looked at Harry suspiciously. They were all together today. At night, it's not easy to wake him up secretly without waking him up. The training on the African savannah made his perception sharp.

Hermione looked at Harry worriedly, she believed it was not Harry's will. If Harry was really going to sign up, he wouldn't hide it, and it wasn't something to be seen.

He will discuss with everyone, discuss together, accept everyone's opinions, and ask for the appropriate method. They've been doing this for years, whether it's with the Philosopher's Stone or the Chamber of Secrets, including Sirius Black.

They've always been like this, they're friends, they're family. They don't lie to friends, they don't lie to their family. This was definitely not Harry's intention, and Hermione didn't believe that Harry would do such a dangerous thing without authorization.

"I didn't, I didn't put my name in it." Harry stood up with his hands on the table, he controlled his emotions, and said, "I promise, I didn't do it."

On the rostrum, Professor Dumbledore stood up, he nodded towards Professor McGonagall and said.

"Harry Potter," he shouted at Harry. "Harry, come here, come up first."

"I trust you," Hermione whispered, and she nudged Harry again, "Come on."

"It's okay, just go and explain to the professor." Ron whispered behind Harry.

The friend's trust warmed Harry's heart, they believed in him, and that was enough.

He carefully controlled his somewhat top-heavy body and walked towards the position of the presidium. He saw George, and George nodded to him with consolation and trust in his eyes. As if a force was transmitted from his eyes, Harry slowly regained control of himself.

Harry could feel the doubt, the suspicion, the anger, the contempt in the eyes of the others.

There are hundreds of eyes staring at him at this time, and there is malice in these eyes. But at this time, the trust and support of his friends gave him the curse of protection, and none of this maliciousness could hurt him.

He took firm steps and walked up to Dumbledore, and all the teachers stared at him.

"I didn't do it," Harry said confidently.

"Go to the next room first, Harry," Dumbledore said flatly.

Harry continued along the staff's desk, with Hagrid sitting at the very edge, just like he was. But he didn't say hello to Harry now, he was completely stunned.

Harry walked straight through the door, left the auditorium, and entered a small room. On the walls on both sides of the room, there are portraits of wizards. Opposite the door is a fireplace, which is burning brightly.

When Harry walked in, the wizards in the portraits turned to face him. He also saw a wrinkled witch leave her frame, slip into the frame next to her, and whisper to a bearded wizard.

Victor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory, all around the fire. Krum leaned against the wall of the fireplace, as if he was thinking about something.

(To be continued.)