Old Blood at Hogwarts

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur said immediately, striding towards her principal. "They say these two little boys are going to compete!"

Madame Maxime straightened her tall figure.Her handsome head touched the chandelier filled with candles, and her huge breasts in black satin clothes rose and fell violently.She said haughtily: "What on earth does that mean, Dumbledore?"

"I want to know this too, Dumbledore." Professor Karkaroff had a cold smile on his face, and his blue eyes were as cold as ice. "There are two warriors in Hogwarts? I don't I remember someone told me that the host school can have two warriors. Did I not read those regulations carefully enough?" He laughed briefly, his voice was unpleasant.

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

"In our impression, your age limit can exclude competitors who are not old enough, Dumbledore." Karkaroff said, with a cold smile still on his face, and the chill in his eyes became deeper. , "Otherwise, we will definitely bring more candidates from our school."

"Potter and Elf, Karkaroff, can only be blamed for this." Snape said softly, his dark eyes flashing with hostility, "Don't blame Dumbledore, blame Potter for insisting on violating the rules." Charter. He has been breaking school rules since he entered school. And after Elf became friends with Potter, he also started to break the rules..."

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore interrupted Snape firmly.

Snape closed his mouth, but his eyes still shone with malice through his greasy black hair.

Dumbledore looked down at Harry and asked calmly: "Harry, did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"No," Harry said immediately.

Snape made an impatient sound of disbelief from the shadows.

Professor Dumbledore ignored Snape and continued to ask: "Then did you ask your older classmates to help you throw their names into the Goblet of Fire?"

"No." Harry said excitedly.

"Oh, he must be lying!" exclaimed Madame Maxime.

Snape shook his head and pursed his lips.

Dumbledore ignored Malsim and Snape's questions, but turned his attention to Aaron and asked: "So, what about you, Aaron? Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"I voted." Aaron never thought of hiding this, so he admitted it honestly.

For a moment, everyone in the room focused their attention on Aaron.

Dumbledore looked at Aaron intently and said slowly: "Aaron, you should know that according to regulations, students under the age of 17 are not allowed to register."

"Yes," Aaron said, "but I think since I can pass that age limit, I am qualified to throw my name into the Goblet of Fire."

"Scoff!" Snape said from the side, "Just like what I said, Elf and Potter are the kind of people who always put their own will above the rules..."

"Severus." Dumbledore stopped Snape again.

Snape closed his mouth angrily.

Dumbledore turned to Aaron again and said, "You said you thought that as long as you could pass the age limit, you were eligible to throw your name into the Goblet of Fire. Why do you think so?"

"If I understand correctly, the reason why there is an age limit for this competition is because the challenging events will be very dangerous, and students in lower grades may not be able to handle them. It is set like this to avoid unnecessary casualties, is that right? "

"Yes."

"Then, Professor, you drew that line around the Goblet of Fire in order to prevent less qualified students from signing up."

"Yes."

"Then, can I regard that as a screening process?" Aaron slowly expressed his thoughts, "Anyone who can pass that line is qualified to become a warrior. And those who can't Those who pass are not qualified."

"Is that what you think?" Dumbledore thought for a moment, "So, how did you cross that line, Aaron?"

"It's a confusion spell, Professor." Aaron said honestly. "I used the confusion spell to make the line ignore my age."

"Ah, that must be a very powerful confusion spell." Ludo Bagman suddenly said from the side.Seeing everyone turning their attention to him, he said with some confusion: "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"That's right." Dumbledore said, turning his attention back to Aaron, "This is indeed an amazing thing. Many adult wizards cannot do this. Last question, Aaron, do you have Didn't you help Harry throw his name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"No," Aaron said, "I just voted for my name."

"Lies," Madame Maxime shouted again, "the two boys must have conspired to throw their names into the Goblet of Fire."

"What a ridiculous statement!" Professor McGonagall said angrily. "Aaron has already admitted that he threw his name into the Goblet of Fire. If he also helped Harry do it, there is no need to deny it. Since he If you say you didn't help Harry, then that's what it must be, and I think others should believe that!"

"No matter how they put their names into the cup. In short, now Hogwarts has produced two warriors, which is extremely unfair." Karkaroff said in a smooth voice at this time, "Crouch Mr....Mr. Bagman, you two are our...um...objective referees. You must also think this matter is extremely inappropriate, right?"

Bagman wiped his round baby face with a handkerchief and turned his eyes to Mr. Crouch.Mr. Crouch stood outside the aperture of the fire, his face half hidden in shadow.He looked a little weird, and that half of the shadow made him look much older, almost like a skeleton.But when he spoke, his voice was as stiff as ever.

"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."

"Hey, Barty knows the rules by heart." Bagman said with a smile on his face.He turned back to look at Karkaroff and Madam Maxim, as if the matter had been resolved satisfactorily.

"I insist that my other students re-register." Karkaroff's voice is no longer smooth, his smile disappears, and the expression on his face is extremely ugly, "You must put the Goblet of Fire back out, and we must continue to move forward. Add names until there are two champions from each school. It's only fair, Dumbledore."

"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 competition!" Karkaroff was furious. "We had so many meetings, and after so many negotiations and negotiations, I never thought that such a thing would happen again! I 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?"

Everyone looked towards the door and saw Moody walking in from the door.He limped toward the fire, and every time his right foot landed, there was a loud thump, thump, thump.

"In my favor?" said Karkaroff. "I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody."

Aaron could see that he was trying to sound contemptuous, as if he cared nothing for Moody's words, but his hands betrayed his inner self and they clenched into fists involuntarily.

"Really?" Moody said softly, "It's simple, Karkaroff. Someone put Potter's name into the Goblet of Fire, 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, Madam Maxime." Karkaroff said and bowed to her. "I want to file a complaint with the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards."

"If anyone has a reason to complain, it's Potter." Moody said gruffly, "But...it's funny...I haven't heard a word he said until now!"

"Why is he complaining?" Fleur Delacour asked, stamping her foot. "He's got a chance to play, hasn't he? For weeks we've all hoped that we'd be chosen! For our Bring glory to the school! There is also a bonus of one thousand galleons, this opportunity is something many people have to fight for even if they lose their lives!"

"Maybe someone wanted Harry to lose his life for this." Moody said with a hint of growl in his tone.