Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 369 Four Warriors

368 Four Warriors

Cedric sat there, his mind still stuck on the matter of Harry being selected as a warrior. He knew that Harry was definitely not old enough, and it would be difficult for anyone to break through the armor's defense. So what happened to Harry?

How did you throw your own name into the Goblet of Fire?

All this didn't end until Professor Heimer's voice sounded again.

"Cedric Diggory."

He heard Professor Heimer reading his name, and the worst thing was that he had just seen Professor Heimer take out the fourth note from the Goblet of Fire.

"Good for you."

After a brief moment of astonishment, a student sitting next to Cedric exclaimed: "I knew you wouldn't give up the opportunity to win honors for the college, but - are you partnering with Harry Potter? Now 伱

They have all passed Professor Heimer's test, if this can be considered a test."

Cedric frowned. He knew that whatever he said now was wrong and he could not change other people's minds.

In the sight of everyone, he stood up and walked forward along the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. There was a constant buzz of discussion around him, and he tried to block out the noise brought by others.

It took a lot of effort to get in front of Professor Heimer.

"Go inside that door." Toby said briefly, focusing on Cedric's pale face.

Cedric walked along the staff table, and he saw Dean Sprout staring at him blankly, as if he was really getting to know this student of his college for the first time.

He walked through the door in silence, exited the auditorium, and found himself in a small room. Portraits of wizards were hung on the walls on both sides. In the fireplace opposite him, a fire was burning brightly.

Even when Cedric walked in, the eyes of the portraits were not shared on him, but on the other person in the room - Harry Potter.

Harry and Krum were talking by the fire. The expressions on both their faces were a little solemn. It was obvious that Harry had already shared that he had been chosen to be a warrior.

Fleur looked at the two people with slight dissatisfaction. She was excluded from the conversation. It was not until Cedric approached that she finally averted her gaze.

"What do you have to inform us about?"

Fleur Delacour thought Cedric was here to send a message, and she immediately asked: "I knew there must be something wrong with the Goblet of Fire, otherwise a little boy would not be allowed to participate in the competition. This is against the rules."

"Little boy?" Harry turned his head in shock and anger. He was in a very bad mood now, and his mind was full of anger: "Then you must have never gone to this year's Quidditch World Cup, otherwise you don't even know that you have

How lucky you are not to be robbed of the championship by a little boy!"

Krum nodded and murmured a few times, agreeing with Harry's words, but also added: "The championship is still uncertain for the time being. This is different from Quidditch. It does not mean that I will lose to you again.

"

Fleur looked at the two people incomprehensibly. She frowned and turned her head. The long hair on the back of her head was raised high, and she said to Cedric again: "Tell me quickly, they are going to choose Hogg again."

Watts warrior. I don’t want everyone to know that I’m bullying the small.”

Cedric looked at them silently, and his gaze made all three of them feel a little strange, especially Harry, who felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps from behind the door, and Rufus Scrimgeour strode in. As soon as he opened his mouth, he said in a very serious tone: "Gentlemen, and ladies, I think this year

There is no need to continue the Triwizard Tournament."

Except for Cedric, the other three people's eyes immediately turned into disbelief.

"Why, don't you know yet?"

Scrimgeour looked at them and said: "Because the fourth warrior was selected this year, which is the young man who came in last. As far as I know, there has never been such a situation since the Triwizard Tournament was held. We have not

It is completely unnecessary to hold a game that we know is problematic, especially when the ministry is short of manpower recently."

"I think it's not up to you to decide this matter."

Principal McGonagall strode in, followed by an angry Madame Maxime, a slightly uneasy Lockhart, and Vice Principal Heimer with a cold look on his face.

"Ms. Maxim!" Fleur said immediately: "Why are there two warriors in Hogwarts, but we can only choose one?"

"This is exactly what I want to ask." Maxim stopped, and her eyes kept scanning the faces of Mag and Heimer: "I think everyone knows exactly where the problem lies - this

It is a despicable and completely untrustworthy method, and not everyone can do it without any psychological barriers."

Most of the people in the room followed her gaze.

But Toby acted as if he had not heard this, and he remained silent and said nothing.

"Perhaps I should have warned you more clearly, Olim."

Terrible anger flashed in Principal McGonagall's eyes, and she roared: "No matter when, it will never be your turn to condemn my deputy!"

"Only if you can keep an eye on him, Minerva." Madame Maxime fired back fiercely.

This scene stunned the four students. They did not expect such a serious conflict to arise between the two principals.

"Calm down, ladies." Scrimgeour said: "In that case, it's better to do what I just said - cancel this year's Triwizard Tournament, and wait until the magic world stabilizes before restarting

I don’t think there’s any better idea than this, what do you think, Headmaster Lockhart?”

Lockhart was trying hard to reduce his presence in the crowd, and it seemed that even he knew who the biggest problem among the people present might be.

"Of course, of course it's no problem." He responded hurriedly, hoping that these people would quickly look away from him.

"Very good." Scrimgeour stared at Lockhart closely and did not let him go: "Well, as an important official sent by the Ministry of Magic to supervise the competition, I think I need to apologize to you on behalf of the British wizarding community.

——It’s better than this.”

Scrimgeour had obviously been waiting for this moment.

"I will take the Aurors who are temporarily out of duty and escort all the personnel of your school back to Durmstrang safely. Please do not refuse. This is the proper etiquette."

Lockhart looked at Scrimgeour blankly, and he immediately understood Scrimgeour's purpose - of course, to go to Durmstrang to find Fudge.

"No, no," Lockhart nervously refused, "This is inappropriate. Very inappropriate. We can go back by ourselves, just take a boat. It's very simple, and Durmstrang's address is not easy to be exposed. This is

School rules.”

Just then, Toby, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, startling Lockhart.

"Provisions, I like that word."

He raised his head, his gaze hidden behind his hair swept across everyone's face, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Although there was an error in the selection process, the rules are the rules, and the Triwizard Tournament also has its own rules.

Regulations. Now that we have four warriors and the Goblet of Fire has been extinguished, there is no way to make a new choice - we have no choice but to continue the competition."

"I don't think so." Scrimgeour strongly disagreed with Toby's statement.

"But you don't have this power." Toby took a step forward and said, and the pressure almost filled the whole room: "It's not up to you to make the decision, only Minister Dumbledore can. If I were you, I would already

It’s time to ask for his advice at this time, don’t be stupid, and don’t make the same mistake as Fudge.”

Scrimgeour immediately became furious, but Toby had already looked away from him.

"Four warriors, do you have any objection to this result?"

Krum still didn't fully understand why the professor had all the power to speak, rather than the headmaster of Hogwarts. He remained silent and did not answer.

But the other three people spoke immediately.

"Professor, I really didn't vote for myself, and I didn't ask anyone else for help."

"Me too."

"How can you have no opinion?"

Fleur looked at them with wide eyes: "Why is Hogwarts qualified to select two warriors? There is no such rule in the Triwizard Tournament."

"You have a point, ma'am."

Unexpectedly, Toby nodded, so he turned to look at Mrs. Maxim and asked: "In this case, the choice can only fall on you."

"What if I refuse?" Maxim said coldly.

"It's very simple." Toby replied calmly: "If you also refuse, then Beauxbatons will have to be permanently excluded from the Triwizard Tournament, and then Wagadu will be added. I don't think so.

There will be those who refuse to see you become the joke of the whole of Europe."

"Is this a rule?" Madame Maxime became as angry as Scrimgeour.

"At Hogwarts, my word is the rule - eh, it hurts!"

A hand that looked like a pair of pliers stretched out and pulled Toby's ears upward tightly.

"Let go, principal."

Mag expressionlessly squeezed her fingers tighter and said, "He was just joking. The Triwizard Tournament was created by our three schools from the beginning. There is no reason to exclude any school."

.However, I still agree with part of what Toby said. In any case, this game that has not yet begun should not be ended early - especially in my first year as the principal of Hogwarts, otherwise I will also become

A joke to the whole of Britain.”

What she said was so straightforward that Maxim couldn't even refute it.

One side of Toby's head was tilted up, and he asked in a tone as if nothing had happened: "It seems that we are all fine, right?"

Fleur looked at her principal, and Ms. Maxim stared angrily. She finally realized that these two people were just acting for others. Unless Dumbledore appeared, no one could change their behavior.

idea.

"But professor, we"

Before Harry could finish his words, Toby continued to maintain this weird posture and said: "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether it was your own name or not. The key is that you have all been chosen by the Goblet of Fire."

, the most important thing is, of course I know that you have not hidden any tricks from me, and you have not found any abnormalities in the armor. Only extremely powerful wizards can do this - don't you think so, Lockhart?"

Lockhart was startled when he was called out again, and this time he was obviously much more nervous than the time he was called by Scrimgeour.

"Of course I do." He seemed to only be able to answer this: "That's your armor, it's all up to you."

"But why do I feel that you seem to be a little dissatisfied with this decision?" Toby pulled the ear out of Principal McGonagall's hand. He rubbed it while walking towards Lockhart, and put an arm on him very naturally.

On the shoulder: "Actually, if you don't want to believe it, you can go check the armor with me. I believe you must know some magic that I don't know about, and you may be able to discover problems that I haven't noticed."

Lockhart's smile was uglier than his cry, but Toby's arms seemed to be filled with infinite strength, and he also deliberately let Lockhart catch a glimpse of a faint black mist extending from his sleeves - that was Toby's devil, Lockhart.

Hart knew this very well.

"Okay then, can I check it in the auditorium hall?"

"It's better, Principal Lockhart. The best place is in my office. Only this way is safe enough."

Everyone watched Lockhart being taken away by Toby, and no one came to stop him.

"Excuse me."

Krum asked the people around him in an unbelieving tone: "Has the principal of our school been kidnapped by him?"

"How could it be?" Harry comforted him immediately.

"I don't think so." Cedric continued: "Actually, the two of them have known each other for a long time. It was just a normal communication between friends."

"Yes." Scrimgeour said abruptly: "He also did what I wanted to do by the way - in this case, I think I can only go back to the Ministry of Magic first. See you then, everyone."

He said and left the room, and then Mrs. Maxim also took Fleur away quickly. Then at the urging of Principal McGonagall, Krum had to leave in a daze.

After the number of people in the room gradually dwindled, McGonagall looked at the two warriors of Hogwarts.

"Although Toby said that he doesn't care about this, I still have to hear it from you personally - did you really not throw your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

Both of them nodded immediately. They also couldn't understand this matter.

"Go back to the dormitory, kids."

Principal McGonagall said in a complicated tone.

"In the next period of time, you will have a lot to do."