Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Okay." Tiera shrugged aggrievedly and hid the camera under her wizard robe.

"Come on! Have you voted for Harry's name?" Dumbledore asked.

"No." Tiera said, "It was just an experiment for me to submit my own name. To be honest, I never expected it to succeed. Principal Dumbledore, I can only say that your age circle has too many loopholes."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the loophole is really too big." Tiera said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really too big, too big! Tsk, tsk, tsk, how can the loophole be so big? Tsk, tsk, tsk... …”

"Then Harry." Dumbledore felt that if he ignored Tiera again, he would be dissatisfied with his own longevity, so he turned his attention to Harry——

"Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"No," said Harry.

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

"No," Harry said excitedly.

"What about house elves? Or other magical animals?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

"No—" Harry replied.

"He must be lying!" cried Madame Maxime. Snape shook his head and pursed his lips.

"There's no way he's crossed that age line," snapped Professor McGonagall. "I'm sure we all agree on that -"

"Mr. Crouch...Mr. Bagman," Karkaroff said, his voice becoming smoother again, "You two are our, um...objective referees. You must also think that this matter is extremely serious. Inappropriate, huh?"

Bagman wiped his chubby baby face with a handkerchief and looked at Mr. Crouch.

Mr. Crouch stood outside the circle of fire. Half of his face was hidden in shadow, which made him look a bit weird. The half of the shadow made him look much older, like a skeleton.

"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." Barty Crouch's voice was as stiff as ever.

"Hey, Barty knows the regulations by heart." Bagman said, with a smile on his face, and turned back to look at Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim. It seemed that the matter had been resolved satisfactorily.

"I insisted that my other students re-enroll," Karkaroff said. His voice was no longer smooth, his smile disappeared, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly, "You must put the Goblet of Fire out again, and we must continue to add names to it until each school produces two warriors. This way That's only fair, Dumbledore."

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

"——Durmstrang will never participate in the next hegemonic tournament!" Karkaroff was furious. "We have held so many meetings and gone through so many negotiations and consultations. We never thought that something like this would happen again. ! I just want to leave now!"

"A bluffing threat, Karkaroff!" roared a voice from the door. "You can't leave your warrior now. He must play. They all must play. As Dumbledore said, this is the result of It's bound by a magical contract. That's good for you, isn't it?"

As soon as Moody entered the room, he limped towards Karkaroff. Every time his right foot landed, there was a loud impact, thump, thump.

"Advantageous?" said Karkaroff. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean, Moody."

"Really?" Moody said softly, "It's simple, Karkaroff, someone put Potter's name into that goblet, and he knew that if the name was spit out, Potter would have to compete. .”

"Obviously, that person wants to give Hogwarts a second chance!" said Mrs. Maxim.

"I agree with you, Madame Maxime," Karkaroff said, bowing to her, "I will file a complaint with the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards -"

"If anyone has a reason to complain, it's Potter," Moody said gruffly, "but...it's funny...I didn't hear a word he said..."

"Why is he complaining?" asked Fleur Delacour, stamping her foot. "He's got a chance to play, hasn't he? For weeks we've all hoped we'd be chosen! For our school Win glory! There is also a prize of one thousand galleons - this opportunity is what many people dream of!"

"Maybe someone wanted Potter killed for this," Moody said, with a hint of a growl in his voice.

His words were followed by an extremely tense silence. Ludo Bagman looked very anxious, his body moved up and down uneasily, and he said: "Moody, you old guy...how could you say such a thing!"

"We all know that Professor Moody feels that the morning is wasted if he does not find six people trying to murder him before lunch." Karkaroff said loudly, "Obviously, he is also teaching his students to be suspicious now, old Thinking that someone is trying to kill you. As a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, this kind of quality is really rare, Dumbledore. But there is no doubt that you have your own considerations."

"Why, am I making something out of nothing?" Moody roared, "I have a feeling, huh? The one who threw this boy's name into the goblet must be a clever wizard..."

"Oh, what evidence do you have for this?" Madame Maxime raised her two big hands and asked.

"Because they deceived a very powerful magic price!" Moody said, "To blind the goblet and make him forget that there are only three schools participating in the competition, this requires a particularly powerful confusion spell... I I guess they must have registered Potter's name as a student from the fourth school to ensure that he was the only candidate from that school..."

Dumbledore said to everyone gathered in the room, "But it seems to me that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Tiera and Harry have been chosen to compete. Therefore, they must..."

"Ah, but Dumbledore -" "My dear Madame Maxime, if you have another solution, I am willing to listen."

Dumbledore waited, but Madame Maxime said nothing, she just stared angrily. And she was not the only one showing dissatisfaction.

Snape also looked angry, Karkaroff's face was livid, but the expression on Bagman's face was very strange——

I don't know why he had a smirk on his face.

"Then let me explain the rules first-" Bagman said, and then looked at Barty Crouch, "Should you, Mr. Crouch, do it?"

"Ah?" Mr. Crouch said drowsily, as if he suddenly woke up from his deep thoughts, "Ah, I'd better do it——"

"There are a total of three events in the Triwizard Tournament, and each event needs to be completed by you alone. That is to say, no matter how many of you train for you before the game starts, you can only be the one standing on the competition field."

"In addition, you can only use your wands during the competition, and you are not allowed to bring any magic items onto the field-"

"Yes, you are not allowed to bring any magic items." Ludo Bagman suddenly interrupted, "That means Tiela, your prosthetic hands and eyes must stay under the playing field."