Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 403 Harry the Articulate

In the shadow of Mr. Crouch, he seemed to fly out of age, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately felt full of power.

"We have to abide by the rules. This is the contract from the beginning. Everyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Triwizard Tournament and complete all tasks."

"Hey, Mr. Barty's rules are very familiar." Bagman said relaxedly, a smile on his face, turned to look at Mrs. Maxim and Karkaroff, it seemed that the matter had been solved perfectly .

"I don't remember that the rules allow the host to have two warriors." Karkaroff said indifferently, his face became extremely ugly, "For the sake of fairness, we must put the Goblet of Fire again and continue to add names until Every school has two warriors. Yeah, Dumbledore."

"I'm afraid that won't work, Karkaroff," Bagman said. "The Goblet of Fire has been extinguished, and the Goblet of Fire will not be rekindled until the next Tournament."

"This is ridiculous. There is no next time. Durmstrang will never see him again in the next tournament." Karkaroff said furiously.

"We did so much preparation, we had so many meetings, and we negotiated and negotiated for so long, and this is the end result? I just want to leave right now."

He looked at Harry again with disgust and said, "Smart kid."

Harry looked at Karkaroff with an uncompromising calm look, and he said coldly, "Maybe I have a good idea."

Everyone was stunned, and they turned their eyes to Harry in disbelief. There was no place for him, a child, to speak. These are all high-level people in the magic world, and they are always the only ones who make decisions and decide the fate of others.

Unexpectedly, today, they heard that he has a solution in the mouth of the person who was decided. This is really an extremely special feeling.

Harry calmly observed the expressions of these people, the emotions conveyed in their eyes were so rich, more vivid and vivid than Malfoy's face-changing mouse face.

Their eyes were full of astonishment, inconceivable, and more contempt. They regarded the child in front of them as a madman who didn't know the heights of the sky, and there was no reason for him to speak here.

"Yeah," Harry mused to himself, "I don't have a part to say here, but it's not my part that makes it interesting, isn't it?"

There was a smile on his lips,

"Since it's now under the constraints of magic, the game can start as originally planned. I don't want to worry about who put my name into the Goblet of Fire."

Everyone else is stunned, Harry is crazy? Now is the time for everyone to judge him, when is it his turn to be qualified to care?

Harry continued nonchalantly, "I know it's unfair to me, and I have reason to blame and complain. But as a qualified wizard, I know it won't help."

Professor Karkaroff blushed, "What right do you have to accuse and complain, you shameless liar, despicable cheater."

Harry's words slapped him in the face like a loud slap, and what a qualified wizard would not accuse and complain. This is humiliating him, this kid, how dare he.

Everyone else in the room looked at Harry with inexplicable eyes, what was going on with him, how could he speak nonsense in front of so many people.

Dumbledore's half-moon lenses shone so completely that it was impossible to read his expression. Mr. Crouch's dead face, with rare interest, had a look of anticipation on his face, wanting to see what the boy would say.

"This is a conspiracy. Someone maliciously put my name into the Goblet of Fire, and he wants to frame me." Harry said flatly, "Everyone should know who hates me, who wants to kill me, yes, It's Voldemort."

Looking at other people, shivering because of hearing this name, Harry's full of malice finally released a little bit, and his mood became better.

"Someone is trying to frame me, I'm not going to complain and accuse me of it, it doesn't help."

"You're lying. It's obviously because you want to be selected. You cheated the age limit. You want to get a thousand gold Galleons. You want to be in the limelight. Don't think you can cheat me." Kakarlo There was a look of horror on the pale face of the husband, and his voice became shrill and harsh.

Harry almost laughed. When he said Voldemort's name just now, Karkaroff's face changed immediately, his face twisted in horror, like a coward. To this day, his voice is still shrill.

"Only you think that a thousand gold Galleons are a lot of rewards. My subsidy in the mutual aid society is at least fifty gold Galleons a month, and my savings already have several thousand gold Galleons. I will not go for a thousand gold Galleons. Adventure. Right, Krum, you didn't play for the prize money, did you?"

Harry deliberately omitted to mention his mutual income. He remembered George once saying that the teachers at Hogwarts made about five hundred Galleons a month. As a student, he should still keep a low profile and not show off his wealth, which is not good.

Victor Krum didn't speak. As a main player in the Quidditch World Cup, a thousand gold Galleons were nothing but pocket money for him, and his income was much higher than that of most teachers.

Cedric Diggory and Fleur Delacour, were badly injured. The savings Harry revealed, hurt them more than Voldemort's three words.

They glared angrily at the two flamboyant fellows who, being poor students, never had a total of one hundred Galleons in their pocket money. A thousand gold Galleons, for them, is a huge sum.

"Of course, for other students, a thousand gold Galleons is a good pocket money, and their enthusiasm for participating in the competition can be understood."

Harry emphasized the word pocket money, and then he said solemnly, "After all, they are not like me, and they need to face the assassination of Death Eaters and Voldemort at any time."

Harry mentioned the word Voldemort again, and the others broke into a cold sweat.

Everyone else looked angrily at the annoying child in front of him, he did it on purpose, he did it on purpose.

Harry looked at these annoyed eyes indifferently. At this time, he was already the height of an adult. The solid and strong body, coupled with the indifference on that face, and the scar on the forehead, were undoubtedly revealed at this time.

At this time, some people's hearts flashed a bit of surprise. They seemed to underestimate this child, maybe he was not a child. He is the boy who made Voldemort disappear. He has grown up, and at this time, he is a little indifferent like that person.

(To be continued.)