Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

The Halloween dinner seemed to last longer than usual, probably because it was their second feast in two days, and the students didn't like the well-prepared food as much as usual. All of them craned their necks to look around, showing an impatient look, standing up from time to time to see if Dumbledore had finished eating. Like them, Lockhart just wanted to eat quickly to hear who was chosen.

Those golden discs were finally cleaned up and returned to a spotless state. The noise in the hall continued unabated. But as soon as Dumbledore got up, all the noise was gone, and Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime stood beside him, as nervous and hopeful as the others. Loud Bagmond smiled and winked at many of the students, while Mr. Scrimgeour looked deadpan.

"Well, the Goblet of Fire is almost ready, and a decision can be made," Dumbledore said. "It is estimated that it will take another minute. The students whose names are called, please go to the head of the hall and walk along the staff table from this door to the door. Go to the next room." He pointed to the door behind the staff, "They'll take their first orders there."

Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it so hard that all the candles went out except the one in the carved pumpkin. Everything is in the dark. In the entire hall, only the burning goblet of fire radiated bright light, the light flickered, and the dazzling blue and white fire stinged the eyes. Everyone was watching, waiting, and some were looking at their watches.

Lockhart is undoubtedly the most nervous. He knows who the three warriors are, but whether there is a fourth one is what he cares about.

"time up!"

"The contestant representing Durmstrang is," his voice was clear and forceful, "Victor Krum."

The applause and the chatter gradually faded. After a few seconds of attention again on the cup, it turned red again and the flames pushed out a second piece of parchment.

"The contestant representing the Beauxbatons School," announced Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

"Ron, it's her!" Harry cried. The girl stood up gracefully. Flicking back, the forged blond hair strode between the Ravenclaw and Huffbarf tables.

"On behalf of Hogwarts," he cried. "Cedric Diggory!"

"Excellent!" Dumbledore was very happy after the last commotion had passed. "We have now selected three fighters. I am confident that all of you, including the remaining students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, will support your fighters with all your heart and soul. Cheer on them and your contribution will It's very real-"

Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking.

Lockhart had been staring intently at the Goblet of Fire, and stood nervously when the flames in the Goblet of Fire turned red for the fourth time.

A piece of parchment was spit out from the flames, and he felt the darkness in front of him, and sat on the chair, almost fainting.

"Gidro, are you okay?" Professor McGonagall next to him was startled, and Lockhart resisted the shame of being teased, stood up from his chair, and went straight to Dumbledore next to the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore watched Lockhart walk straight towards him, handing him the parchment in his hand. Lockhart took it: Harry Potter.

The whole day's monitoring of the Goblet of Fire was completely useless, and he didn't even know when the enemy did his hands and feet. The Gryffindor students were startled, and Hermione, who was sitting the closest, let out a scream.

"Gildrow, calm down!" Dumbledore snorted, and Lockhart recovered from his frantic posture. "Harry, you go behind that door first."

"The Goblet of Fire is under the Confusion Charm, it's a conspiracy! Someone wants to kill Harry Potter!" Lockhart couldn't care less about his manners at this time, "He can't participate in this game!"

"Guidero, we'll talk about this later," Dumbledore turned to Harry, "Harry, why are you standing, I'll let you go behind that door first.

"

Harry walked along the teacher's desk and into the door, the whole audience staring blankly at him. He was completely stunned that what Professor Lockhart feared had actually happened.

Afterwards, Lockhart was pulled by Dumbledore, and all the adults entered the door, leaving hundreds of students talking there.

"It's impossible," said Madame Maxime, her large opal-clad hand resting on Fleur's shoulder. "Hogwarts can't have two players, it's so unfair."

"Dumbledore, we all believe that your age line can prevent young people from signing up." Karkaroff is still the same stern look, but his eyes are even colder. "Otherwise, we will of course bring more candidates from the school, with a wider scope."

"It's all Potter's fault, Karkaroff," Snape said softly. The black eyeballs gleamed evilly. "Don't blame Dumbledore for Harry's insistence on breaking the rules, he's been in trouble since he was here."

Lockhart couldn't wait to jump and talk: "Severus! Not Harry Potter, I've been looking at the Goblet of Fire for 24 hours! No one can do anything under my nose, let alone a child!"

Snape was silent, but through his greasy black hair his eyes were still gleaming evilly.

Professor Dumbledore looked at Lockhart, and Lockhart was even more angry: "Even if Harry signs up, it should be a Hogwarts warrior, not a fourth one."

Dumbledore looked at Harry, "Harry, did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?"

"No," Harry replied, "Professor Lockhart has been watching."

Snape snorted softly, clearly impatient and distrustful.

Dumbledore ignored Snape, and he continued to ask, "Have you asked a student older than you to help you let go?"

"No!" Harry responded violently. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"Well, of course he's lying!" said Madame Maxime.

Lockhart looked at the group of people in front of him saying their lines in a prudent manner, and became impatient: "Yes, yes, Harry may have done it, but no matter what, he can't participate in the game!"

Professor McGonagall expressed the same sentiment.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, Mr. Bagmont," Dumbledore seemed to have an idea, "you are the referee, what do you say."

Scrimgeour said, "Whoever comes out of the Goblet of Fire has to compete, with a magical contract."

Lockhart suspected that Scrimgeour was being controlled by the Imperius Curse at this time, but reason told him that this wizard was much stronger than Barty Jr. and Barty Old, and it was impossible for him to be caught.

"Then let Harry play and concede." Lockhart, still trying to make a last effort, looked at Harry threateningly, "Harry, if you trust me, give up the game."

Bagmon came out to smooth things out: "This is a good idea. It complies with the contract and there is no danger."

"Sign up again." Madame Maxime refused.

"That won't work," Bagmon said. "The Goblet of Fire just went out and won't come back on until the next game."

"We quit the game." Karkaroff also refused.

"Your students are already involved in the contract, sir," Bagmon explained.

"It's the best way for Harry to play and concede," Lockhart repeated. "Harry, you'll concede, won't you?"

Harry didn't know if he was frightened or what, and kept silent.

"No matter what, I won't let Harry participate in the game, even if he is knocked out and taken away!" Lockhart was completely hysterical, "I will do what I say!"