HP Magic Biography

Harry sat there, noticing that everyone in the giant hall turned to look at him. His whole body is numb, he must be dreaming.

He must have heard it wrong.

There was no applause, all there was a buzzing sound in the hall like a bee.

Some students stood up and took a good look while sitting in their seats.

At the highest table, Professor McGonagall stood up, passed by Professor Neutrogena Bagmon and Professor Karkaroff, and hurriedly whispered to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore moved his ears and frowned slightly.

Harry turned around and spoke to the other three people. The entire Gryffindor table over him looked at him with open mouths.

"I didn't let the name go," Harry said blankly. "You know I don't."

Ron and Hermione stared at him blankly too, and of course they knew that Harry hadn't put the name in at all.

"Of course we know." Fanlin said quickly, "but your name has already appeared. If Dumbledore has any arrangements, you can just follow it, and I will help you."

"Okay." Harry nodded, Fanlin was still reliable, even though he was still stunned.

At the highest table, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

"Harry. Potter!" he called again. "Harry! Come here, please!"

"Go," Fanlin whispered, and Hermione nudged Harry gently.

Harry stood up, stepped on his full hem and almost fell, passing between the Slytherin and Hefpuff tables. The road seemed to have no end, and the highest table seemed out of reach.

He felt hundreds of eyes watching him. And each eye is like a searchlight. The hum is getting louder and louder. It felt as if it had been an hour before he walked in front of Dumbledore, and all the teachers' eyes were on him.

"Um... through that door, Harry," Dumbledore said, without a smile.

Harry walked along the teacher's desk. Hagrid was sitting on the other side. He didn't wink at Harry, didn't wave his hand, and didn't make any greeting gestures he usually did.

He was completely stunned. When Harry walked by, he stared at him like everyone else. Harry walked out of the Great Hall and found himself in a small room full of portraits of witches and wizards. There was a stove facing him, and the fire was burning.

As soon as he entered, the face on the painting looked towards him, and only saw a dry witch coming from herself, flying into a statue of a witch with a walrus beard next to him, and whispering in his ear.

Victor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were sitting around the fire, reflecting the fire, and they gave a strange impression.

Krum leaned against the mantelpiece in contemplation, separated from the other two. Cedric stood with his back on his back, staring at the door, and when Harry entered, Fleur Delacour looked around and flung back. hair.

"What's the matter?" she asked, "Do they want us to go back to the hall?"

She thought Harry was here to give a message, and she didn't know how to explain what had just happened.

He can only stand there, look at the three players, and find that they are amazingly tall.

There was a rush of footsteps behind him, and Neutrogena Bagmon entered the room, he took Harry's hand and walked forward.

"It's unusual!" he muttered, twisting Harry's arm. "It's really unusual!

Gentlemen...Ladies. "He added a sentence, approaching the fire, and said to the other three:" Please allow me to introduce-a little unbelievable-the fourth three witch contest player. "

Victor Krum straightened up. Looking at Harry, his arrogant face darkened, and he remembered that the little wizard's friend was at the Quidditch World Cup.

Cedric looked at Bagmon and Harry in confusion. It seemed to doubt that I had misheard what Bagmon said. Fleur Delacour shook his head and smiled and said, "Oh, very ridiculous joke, Mr. Bagmon."

"Joke?" Bagmon repeated, a little confused, "No, no, it's not a joke at all. The burning goblet just gave Harry the name."

Furong frowned. "But it was obviously wrong," she said to Bagmont contemptuously, "he can't compete. He is too young."

"Um... it's weird," Bagmon said with a grin at Harry, touching his smooth chin. "But, you know, the age limit is a special safety measure added this year. His name came out of the cup...I mean in this case, I think it's impossible to quit.

This is the rule, you must... Harry just do his best—"

The door opened again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Mrs. Maxim, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.

Harry heard the buzzing of countless students from the other side of the wall, and Professor McGonagall closed the door.

"Mrs. Maxim!" Furong immediately went to her headmaster, "They said this little boy will also participate!"

In Harry's suspicious and numb mind, some kind of anger was also rising, little boy?

Indeed, Mrs. Maxim appeared to be quite tall compared to Harry's shorter head, her graceful head touched the waxed chandelier, and her head was bulged under the **** satin dress.

"What does this mean, Dumbledore?" she asked with a cold face.

"I want to know too, Dumbledore," Professor Karkaroff said. He smiled sternly and his eyes were cold. "There are two players at Hogwarts. I don't remember anyone who said that the host school can have two players. Did I read the rules carefully enough?"

He laughed harshly.

"It's impossible," Mrs. Maxim said, her big hand with many opals on Fleur's shoulder. "Hogwarts can't have two players, that would be unfair."

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

"It's all Potter's fault, Karkaroff," Snape said gently. His black eyes gleamed with evil light. "Don't blame Dumbledore for Harry's insistence on breaking the rules. He has been in trouble since here."

"Thanks, Severus," Dumbledore said firmly.

Snape was silent, but his eyes were still shining evil through his greasy black hair.

(He wants to be your dad, boy!)

Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry, and Harry was also looking at him, trying to interpret the look in the Professor's half-moon lens.

"Harry, have you put your name in the burning goblet?" Dumbledore asked, calmly.

"No," Harry replied, knowing everyone was watching him closely. In the dark, Snape snorted slightly, obviously impatient and distrustful.

Professor Dumbledore ignored Snape, and continued "Then did you ask a student older than you to help you release it?"

"No!" Harry reacted strongly.

"Huh, of course he is lying!" Mrs. Maxim said, Snape shook his head, his lips twisted.

"He can't cross the age line," McGonagall said sharply, "I believe we all agree--"

"Dumbledore must have gotten the wrong age line." Mrs. Maxim shrugged.

"Of course it is possible." Dumbledore answered politely.

"Dumbledore, you are not mistaken, you know this very well." McGonagall was angry.

"Really nonsense! Harry himself has no chance of crossing the age line. As Professor Dumbledore said he didn't let any student older than him help him, but it is hard to say that any kind person helped him." She was very angry. He glanced at Professor Snape.

"Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagmon," Karkaroff said smoothly, "you are an objective decision, and you must also think this is the most unreasonable."

Bagmon wiped his face with a handkerchief. The round face is very childish. He was with Mr. Crouch, who was standing outside the circle of fire, his face hidden in the darkness, which made him look much older and made him feel like a skeleton.

He spoke with a slow voice as usual, "We must follow the rules. The rules are clearly written. Anyone whose name comes out of the burning goblet must participate in the competition."

"Batti knows everything about the regulations." Bagmon smiled and turned to face Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim, as if the matter was over.

"I insist that my other students sign up again." Karkarov changed his slick tone, did not smile, and his face was ugly. "You put out the burning goblet again, and we continue to throw names in it. Each school has up to two players. Only then is fair, Dumbledore."

"But, Karkaroff, that won't work," Bagmon said. "The burning goblet has just gone out. It won't burn again until the next game."

"Then Harry will not be able to participate in the game!" Karkaroff burst out such words. "After holding so many meetings and making so many negotiation and concessions, I never expected this to happen! Now I almost want to leave."

"Karkrov, don't make unnecessary threats." A voice rang from the door, "Now you can't leave your players alone. He still has to play, and they all have to compete. As Dumbledore said, there is Binding magic contract. Convenient, eh?"

Moody had just come in, he was walking towards the fire, every step he took, he made a loud noise.

"Convenient?" Karkaroff said. "Moody, I'm afraid I don't understand what you are talking about."

Harry could see that he tried his best to be upright, pretending that he didn't know what Moody was saying, but his fisted hands betrayed him.

"Really?" Moody said quietly. "It's very simple, Karkaroff, someone put Potter's name in the cup. He knew that once he was selected, Potter had to compete."

"Obviously, some people hope that Hogwarts will have more chances of winning." Mrs. Maxim cried.

"I agree with you, Mrs. Maxim." Karkaroff bowed to her. "I will protest to the Ministry of Magic and the International Wizarding Association."

"If anyone has a reason to protest, it's Potter." Moody growled. "It's ridiculous that I didn't hear a word from him."

"What does he have to complain about?" Fleur Delacour stomped. "He got the chance to participate, didn't he? For several weeks, we all hope to be selected to participate. For the honor of the school, for the prize of one thousand gold coins. This is an opportunity that many people dream of."

"Someone may hope Harry will die because of it." Moody growled.

The voice just fell. There was dead silence in the room.

Neutrogena Bagmom, who seemed to be really nervous, walked up and down anxiously, "Moody, what are you talking about, old stuff."

"We all know that if Professor Moody hadn't found six conspiracies to assassinate him before lunch, he would feel that the morning was in vain." Karkaroff said loudly, "Obviously the students he was teaching him were afraid of assassination. . Dumbledore, this is a weird trick to offend us. Of course, you have your reasons."

"I made it up?" Moody yelled. "Don't understand? Huh? Some skilled wizard put the kid's name in the cup..."

"What evidence do you have?" Maxime waved his hand. "Because he deceived a magical thing!" Moody said, "To confuse the goblet and make it forget that there are only three schools competing, it needs a very strong spell. I guess he put Potter's name on The fourth school, make sure he is the only one in that category."

"Modi, it seems that you are thinking a lot." Kakrov said coldly, "Of course, this theory is quite clever. I heard that you recently used a beautiful cup in your birthday gift as The cleverly packaged lizard egg was smashed, so we don’t take your words seriously, you should understand it.”

"Some people always want to take advantage of unrelated events," Modi retorted in a threatening tone.

"It's my business to think about what those insidious wizards do, Karkaroff-you should remember..."

"Alastor!" Dumbledore warned.

Harry didn't know who he was talking to, but later realized that this was Moody's real name.

Moody was silent, but still looked at Karkaroff triumphantly, who was already furious.

"How could this happen~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We, Bhutan, Bodo said to the people in the room. "In my opinion, we have no choice but to accept the facts. Both Cedric and Harry were selected to compete, so they had to..."

"Dumbledore—but—"

"Dear Mrs. Maxim, if you have any good suggestions, I'll listen to them."

"If, according to Moody's, my wizard is powerful enough to deceive the Goblet of Fire, I think that besides the professors here, there are people at Hogwarts who can do this."

Everyone was taken aback, except for the professors, there were only students.

"What a joke, bypassing Dumbledore's age line, and deceiving the Goblet of Fire, this requires a powerful confusing spell. I don't remember I taught such a student..." Snape said contemptuously, he felt Mrs. Maxim was talking indiscriminately.

"No, Severus, there are still people in Hogwarts students who can do it..." Dumbledore gave Mrs. Maxim a deep look.

"I think we need to invite him..."