Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 404 Harry's Way

Thinking of that person, there was more panic in the eyes of others.

"That's right, the only one who has the right to complain about this is Potter." A gruff voice came from the door, it was Professor Moody, who had been standing there for a while.

He dragged the wooden leg and limped towards the fire. When the mutilated leg fell to the ground, it made a loud bang, bang.

"Someone wants to kill him, and this person is likely to be in this room." Professor Moody said fiercely, his blue magic false eye, staring at Professor Karkaroff.

"There is no doubt that the person who put Potter's name into the Goblet of Fire was a wizard with a good method." Professor Moody glanced at everyone in the room and said sternly.

"The Goblet of Fire is a masterful magical creature. The man must blind it and make it forget that there are only three schools competing, which requires a powerful Confusion Charm. He must take Potter's name as a student of the fourth school. Only in this way can he guarantee Porter will be selected for the Warriors."

"Then, in this room, who is it that wants to kill Harry Potter?" Professor Moody asked fiercely, his tone was full of threats, the blue magic false eye, deadly staring at Karkaroff.

"Okay, Alastor." Dumbledore's tone was warning.

Only then did Harry know that Professor Moody's name was Alastor.

Professor Moody was silent, but he was still staring at Karkaroff as if he was sure he was the criminal who framed Harry.

"This kind of situation, no one wants to happen." Dumbledore looked around at everyone and said, "But now, we have no choice but to accept. Cedric and Harry were both selected to participate in the competition, they All must participate in the competition and complete—”

"No, Dumbledore, it's not fair, I don't—"

"Dear Madame Maxime, if you have a better solution, I would very much like to know yours."

Dumbledore waited peacefully, Madame Maxime bulged her eyes angrily, and it wasn't just her who was angry. Snape was also angry, and Karkaroff was even less livid.

"I said no——" Madame Maxime said sternly.

"Then you have to say your way.

' said Dumbledore calmly.

"Maybe there is another way," Harry interjected suddenly.

"How?" Madame Maxime asked hastily.

The disgust on Snape's face was even worse, Karkaroff also looked at Harry with hatred, and Dumbledore's eyes were inexplicably scrutinized.

"Since the guy used the Confusion Charm to get me to represent the fourth school, it's good to have me as an individual contestant. Isn't that a good fight between three schools and an individual contestant?" Harry stated his proposal.

He just thought about it for a long time, the magic contract has been reached, no matter what, the Triwizard Tournament cannot be avoided. But honestly following the other party's path may not be a good choice. It is a good thing to disrupt the other party's plan a little bit.

"I agree with this proposal." Madam Maxime said immediately, as long as Hogwarts didn't have two warriors, as long as it didn't give them the advantage of cheating, everything would be fine.

"I also agree with this proposal." The hatred in Karkaroff's eyes weakened a little, and if he could come up with this method, the child in front of him was indeed not just a child.

"This is out of order." Bagman rubbed his hands, and he was getting more and more incomprehensible to the current situation.

Dumbledore was silent, and no one could read his thoughts.

"It's very good, it's decided like this, no matter who it is, it's the fairest decision." Madame Maxime said loudly, "Mr. Crouch, you won't object, it's fair, and there are no rules. Said that there cannot be individual contestants representing themselves."

Mr. Crouch seemed to have suddenly woken up from his rumination. "It's good that the game is going well. It looks good."

"Then it's decided. It's time to give guidance to our warriors, isn't it, Mr. Crouch." Mrs. Maxime said eagerly, intending to settle the matter just like that.

The others didn't find a reason to object, so they could only watch things come to an unexpected point.

"Since no one objected, then the first project."

He stepped forward and stepped into the light of the fire. The firelight reflected his face, and he looked particularly haggard, with deep shadows under his eyes, and his wrinkled skin looked unusually pale. It's completely different from his mental state at the Quidditch World Cup.

"The first event will test your mettle," he said to Harry, Cedric, Viktor, and Fleur, "Facing the unknown is an important part of the test, so I can't tell you what to do next. What to face."

"The first competition will be held on November 24. You need to complete the task in front of other students and the jury."

"When completing the competition, the warriors cannot ask for help from the teacher, which is not allowed by the rules. In the first round of the challenge, the only weapon of the warriors is their own magic wand, and they must overcome the difficulties and complete the task by themselves. "

"You won't learn about the next projects until the first project is over."

Mr. Crouch nodded at them and said, "Because the competition is difficult and the duration is very long, the Warriors can skip this year's school year exams."

Mr. Crouch turned to look at Dumbledore, and said, "I think that's all. Anything to add, Albus?"

"There's nothing to add." Dumbledore looked at Mr. Crouch with concern and asked, "Are you really not staying at Hogwarts today, it's very late, Barty, you don't have to be old Came back at night."

"Thank you, Dumbledore, but I must rush back to the Department," said Mr. Crouch with certainty. "This is the busiest and most difficult time. I put young Weasley in charge temporarily, and he is very enthusiastic. High, but a little too high."

"Then, you can have a drink and go." Dumbledore continued to retain.

"Come on, Barty, stay here." Bagman said cheerfully, "All the preparations have been done, this place is much more interesting than the office."

"I disagree, Ludo." Crouch said indifferently.

"Mrs Maxime, Professor Karkaroff, have a bedtime drink," Dumbledore continued.

(To be continued.)