Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Harry soon found out.

Harry soon knew what Tiera's gesture meant.

"Okay! Alright!" When the noise finally subsided, Dumbledore calmed down and said loudly, "Okay, now that our three warriors have been selected, I know that I can completely trust you all. , including other students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, you will definitely go all out to support your warriors. By cheering for the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event——"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and everyone saw what attracted his attention.

The flame in the goblet turned red again. Sparks crackled and flew out. A long tongue of fire suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was held up on it.

As if subconsciously, Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand and grabbed the parchment. He held it far away and stared at the name written on it.

There was silence for a long time, Dumbledore stared blankly at the note in his hand, and everyone in the auditorium stared at Dumbledore.

Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read loudly——

"Harry Potter!"

As Harry sat there, he realized that everyone in the Great Hall had turned their heads and looked at him.

He was stunned, his mind went blank, he must be dreaming, he must have heard wrong just now.

No applause——

A buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, like countless angry bees chirping.

Some students even stood up to get a better look at Harry, but Harry sat stiffly in his seat, as if frozen.

Professor McGonagall stood up from the guest chair, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, and whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear. Dumbledore listened attentively and frowned slightly. He frowned.

Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione. He saw the students at the long Gryffindor table behind them staring at him with their mouths open.

"I didn't put my name in," Harry said blankly. "You know I didn't."

They were also confused and stared at him blankly.

At the guest of honor seat, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded towards Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he shouted again. "Harry! Please come up here!"

"Go ahead," Hermione urged quietly, nudging Harry slightly.

Harry stood up, stumbling slightly on the hem of his robes, and walked along the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables.

He felt that this road seemed extremely long, and the guest of honor seat seemed always so far away.

He could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, as if each eye couldn't be a searchlight. The buzzing chatter became louder and louder.

It seemed like an entire hour passed before he finally reached Dumbledore and felt the eyes of all the teachers on him.

Dumbledore said nothing, but handed Harry the piece of paper with Harry's name on it.

Harry accepted it dully and walked along the staff table.

Hagrid sat at the far end, not blinking at Harry, or waving, or saying hello like he usually did.

He seemed completely stunned, just watching Harry pass by like everyone else.

Harry walked through the door and out of the Great Hall, finding himself in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls. In the hearth opposite him a fire was burning brightly.

As he entered, all the faces in the portraits turned to look at him.

He saw a crumpled witch swipe out of her frame and into the frame next to hers, where a wizard with a walrus beard appeared.

The wrinkled witch began to bite his ear quietly.

"Hi, Harry!" Tiera walked out of the trophy display room and gave Harry a hug——

"Come, please allow me to introduce to you, the fourth warrior, my good friend, Harry Potter." Tiera said to Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour.

"Hmph." Fleur Delacour snorted disdainfully.

Viktor Krum looked at Tiera and Harry indifferently, but said nothing.

Obviously, Tiera didn't get along particularly well with these two warriors just now.

Then, there was a rush of footsteps behind Harry, and Ludo Bagman walked into the room. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.

"It's so bizarre! It's so bizarre!" He squeezed Harry's arm hard and murmured in a low voice, "It's definitely too bizarre!"

He walked towards the fireside, passed Tiera, and said to the other two people, "Please allow me to introduce you, even though it seems incredible-this is the fourth warrior of the Triwizard Tournament!"

Viktor Krum stood up straight and looked Harry up and down, with a gloomy expression on his arrogant face.

Fleur Delacour shook her long hair, smiled brightly, and said, "Oh, that's a funny joke, Mr. Bagman."

"A joke?" Bagman repeated, a little confused, "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Krum's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and Fleur frowned.

"It's enough for this kind of mistake to happen once!" She said arrogantly to Bagman, "First you sent us a slippery brat, and now? The fourth warrior appears again, and he is also a twelve-thirty-year-old. Year old brat? Oh my gosh, oh ho ho, this is so funny.”

"Yeah... it's really surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and looked down at Harry with a smile, "But you also know that the age limit was only implemented this year as an additional safety measure. Now that his name is spraying out of the goblet... I mean, I think now that we've come to this point, we can't run away... The rules are very clear and you must abide by them... Harry must do his best. His best efforts——"

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Mrs. Rosier, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, and Professor McGonagall. , Professor Snape and Nick Flamel who was slowly moving at the end of the line.

Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, Harry heard the buzzing chatter of hundreds of students coming from the auditorium next door.

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur immediately complained, striding towards her principal, "They said these two little boys are also going to participate in the competition!"

"You... brat!" Mrs. Rosier followed closely behind Mrs. Maxim, angrily pushing Tiera with her hands——

Tiera was stunned for a moment after being pushed——

Wait, what's going on?

Who is this person? Why did she push me?