Witcher at Hogwarts

Neville seemed to have seen his savior, and he immediately took the cup filled with chocolate from Dumbledore's hand and drank it in big gulps.

At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open again.

Ludo Bagman and Delis burst into the room in a hurry.

"It's so bizarre! Incredible!" Ludo Bagman shouted excitedly as soon as he entered the room.

"Four warriors actually emerged from the Triwizard Tournament!" Ludo Bagman still said loudly.

"This is ridiculous and ridiculous! It is simply a violation of the rules!" Mrs. Maxim suddenly spoke at this time.

Madame Maxime straightened her tall and tall body, her handsome head touched the chandelier filled with candles, and her huge breasts in black satin clothes undulated violently.

"Mr. Dumbledore, we all need an explanation!" Mrs. Maxim said to Dumbledore seriously.

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said, with a cold smile on his face and a pair of blue eyes as cold as ice.

"Hogwarts has two warriors? I don't remember anyone telling me that the host school can have two warriors - didn't I read those regulations carefully enough?"

Karkaroff said to Dumbledore in a sharp tone, but his eyes still tried to avoid Ethan.

It seemed that he was trying his best to ignore Ethan's existence.

"That's impossible," said Madam Maxime, her big hand covered with gorgeous opals resting on Fleur's shoulder. "It's extremely unfair that Hogwarts can't have two champions."

"In our impression, your age limit can exclude competitors who are not old enough, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said.

Karkaroff still had a cold smile on his face, and the chill in his eyes became deeper. "Otherwise, we will definitely bring more candidates from our school."

"No one can blame this matter! I think there is something wrong with this matter, and someone is obstructing it!" Ethan stood up at this moment and said forcefully.

Hearing Ethan speak, the expressions of Mrs. Maxim and Karkaroff became uncertain.

Mrs. Maxim owes Ethan a favor, but Karkaroff seems to be afraid of Ethan for some unknown reason.

This made it difficult for both of them to speak.

"Ethan, I have no intention of quarreling with you -" Mrs. Maxim finally spoke first.

"But I must ensure the fairness of the competition. This is a matter of honor!" Mrs. Maxim said.

"I don't have to participate!" Neville, who was silent on the side, suddenly spoke. There was a circle of chocolate sauce on his lips, so it looked a little funny.

"I don't want to participate in this competition at all! I don't know why my name appears in the Goblet of Fire! I surrender! I surrender!" Neville said with red eyes and sobs.

The poor little guy was completely terrified.

Madame Maxime and Fleur looked at each other, and they finally saw the problem.

There seemed to be something wrong with the poor boy and he was really freaked out.

This left Madame Maxime and Fleur at a loss as to what to do, as well-educated ladies.

They thought they really shouldn't be embarrassing this poor child.

But they also represent the interests of the school and cannot give up so easily, which makes them embarrassed.

"Please tell me seriously, Mr. Longbottom, have you ever thrown your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore asked Neville calmly.

"I swear! I swear! I didn't!" Neville said excitedly, his emotions about to collapse again.

"Then have you asked your older classmates to help you throw their names into the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

"No! I'm almost a squib! How could I do such a thing?" Neville continued to defend.

"Maybe the Goblet of Fire is broken!" Madam Maxime said, "It's a centuries-old object. It's normal for some problems to occur!"

"Could it be a prank by a student at the school? If so, I must expel him! This joke is too vicious!" Professor McGonagall said with a tight mouth.

"Mr. Delis, Mr. Bagman," Karkaroff said, his voice becoming oily again.

"You two are our, um, objective referees. You must also think this matter is extremely inappropriate, right?"

Bagman wiped his chubby baby face with a handkerchief and explained, "We must abide by the charter. The charter clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Triwizard Tournament." compete."

Neville screamed in despair when he heard Bagman say this.

"I insist that my other students re-register." Karkaroff said, his voice no longer smooth, his smile disappeared, and his face looked extremely ugly.

"You must put the Goblet of Fire out again. We have to keep adding names to it until each school produces two warriors. This is only fair, Dumbledore."

Karkaroff said seriously.

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

"Durmstrang will never participate in the next tournament!" Karkaroff was furious.

"We had so many meetings, and after so many talks and negotiations, I never thought something like this would happen again! I just want to leave now!"

Karkaroff said as he pounded the table, looking furious, and his eyes were red with anger.

"Mr. Karkaroff, please calm down!" Ethan was afraid that Karkaroff would lose control and spoke.

"Shut up! Don't think that because you have something to do with those people, I have to give in." The furious Karkaroff blurted out something.

But he realized it immediately, and then his face immediately turned pale, and the anger that had just filled his face immediately disappeared.

Instead, there was boundless fear.

His right arm trembled violently, and Karkaroff could only use his other hand to hold down his arm.

"Mr. Karkaroff, what do you mean? What do you mean by what you just said?" Ethan stared at Karkaroff sharply.

He realized that Karkaroff seemed to know something terrible.

"I drank too much -" Karkaroff said in a panic, his voice trembling and his expression slightly distorted.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ethan, I drank too much and started talking nonsense." Karkaroff, who had been so angry just now, actually began to apologize.

"I think I have to sober up and take a rest. I'm leaving first!" Karkaroff's expression was twisted, as if he was enduring great pain.

He seemed to use all his strength to suppress the disobedient hand. He stumbled and took two steps.

Karkaroff's state frightened Krum. Krum stepped forward and helped Karkaroff without saying hello to anyone.

He backed away from the door and helped Karkaroff out of the room.

Everyone in the room was left looking at each other, not knowing what happened.