harry potter book of crimes

When the flame in the goblet turned red again, with a burst of sparks flying, tongues of fire jumped high into the air, and a third piece of parchment was thrown high from the flames.

Dumbledore reached out and took it, held it far away, and looked at the name on the note.

This time he took longer than the previous two times, and his brows were slightly furrowed. Everyone in the auditorium looked at Dumbledore nervously.

Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read loudly——

"The Champion of Hogwarts," he shouted, "is Harry Potter!"

There was no applause.

A buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, like countless angry bees buzzing. Some students even stood up, as if they wanted to take a good look at Harry, but Harry sat stiffly in his seat, as if frozen.

Same thing.

Compared to Maka, who broke through Dumbledore's age limit in public, the fact that Harry's name appeared in the Goblet of Fire was really hard for everyone to accept.

Among them, Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff House suddenly stood up with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Professor McGonagall stood up at the guest of honor, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Orson, and whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear. Dumbledore listened attentively and frowned slightly.

brow.

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

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

They also looked at him blankly, blankly.

But Maka was not surprised by this, because this was something that was planned.

At this time, he stood at the door of the next room, glancing at Professor Moody at the guest of honor seat seemingly casually, and then returned his gaze to Dumbledore.

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 in a low voice, nudging Harry gently.

Harry stood up, stepped on the hem of his robes, and stumbled slightly.

He 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 could not be a searchlight.

The buzzing chatter became louder and louder.

However, something unexpected happened - the flame in the goblet turned red again! Sparks burst out, and a long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and another picture was lifted from it.

parchment.

As if subconsciously, Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand and gently took the note in his hand.

At this time, Harry had just walked halfway, but he didn't even know whether he should continue walking. For a moment, he seemed to be under a full-body binding spell, and he was frozen in place.

Dumbledore raised the parchment far away again, with no expression on his face, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

After a long time, even longer than the time it took to announce Harry's name for the third time, Dumbledore finally shouted out the fourth name of the day——

"Hermione Granger."

Different from Harry's treatment just now, when Hermione's name rang out, the whole place fell into silence - everyone was stunned by this additional candidate.

No one expected that there would be a fourth hero!

Maka, who was standing at the door of the room with a calm expression, frowned tightly at this moment. He turned his gaze again to Moody, who was sitting on the far right side of the guest chair, his eyes as cold as polar ice.

This accident that silenced the entire audience was something that even he was not mentally prepared for.

Voldemort was angry about the inexplicable failure that year and wanted to deal with Harry - he knew this, and he even had a share of the credit for Harry being chosen as the third warrior.

However, he didn't hear that a fourth candidate would appear!

"Why Hermione?"

There is no doubt that Voldemort must have meant that the Goblet of Fire threw the note with Hermione's name on it. Other than that, Maka couldn't think of anyone else who would do this.

However, why would Voldemort do this? What good would it do to him?

When Maka was puzzled and was leaning against the door frame, lost in thought, Hermione's heart was even more confused.

"How...how could it be? I didn't...how could this happen?"

Hermione looked around at a loss, her long, messy brown hair being tossed around helplessly. Her eyes seemed to have no focus, and her expression was flustered and confused.

If Harry was frightened just now, then it was entirely because Hermione could not accept this fact.

When Hermione was a Muggle girl, she was accustomed to abiding by all the rules and regulations, and any behavior that exceeded the rules would be intolerable to her. Even when she first entered Hogwarts, she was so insistent.

Only under the influence of someone, she would occasionally ignore the rules and put her own values ​​first. But in normal times, she would still habitually abide by the school rules and follow the rules as much as possible.

But now, when an incident that was almost a frame-up happened to her, she was completely panicked.

"What to do? What to do? What to do?"

Under everyone's silent gaze, Hermione's hands trembled. She wanted to tell everyone that she did not put her name into the goblet - but she didn't know how to say it.

The arrogant girl who was usually eloquent has now completely turned into a dull person.

"Please come here!" Dumbledore shouted to Harry who was stopped on the way, and Hermione who had a confused look in his eyes.

Hermione didn't know how she walked in front of Dumbledore. She didn't even know that Harry was standing beside her. She just felt as if all the teachers' eyes were fixed on her.

"Okay...go to that door." When Dumbledore said this, there was no smile on his face.

Harry and Hermione walked along the staff table together.

Hagrid was sitting on the far left. He didn't wink at Harry, wave, or say hello as usual. He seemed completely stunned, just watching the two of them pass in front of him like everyone else.

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They passed through the door, exited the Great Hall, and found themselves in a small room, with portraits of the wizard hanging on the walls on both sides. A fire burned brightly in the fireplace opposite him.

Maka, who was standing by the door just now, has returned to the room. Now he is standing in front of the fireplace with Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons, talking intermittently.

When Harry and the others walked in, Fleur Delacour turned her head and shook her long, waterfall-like silver hair.

"What's wrong?" she asked, "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

She thought Harry and Hermione came in to deliver a message!

Maka stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyebrows, and said calmly: "No, they are also warriors, from Hogwarts."

"...Oh?" Fleur pushed back the silver hair that had fallen to her ears, and then said with an elegant smile, "I didn't expect that Mr. MacLean is not only very powerful, but also so funny."

At the door, Harry and Hermione were silent with different expressions. They didn't know how to explain the situation just now.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and Ludo Bagman walked into the room. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward, saying hello to Hermione.

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

He walked towards the fireside and said to Fleur and Maka: "Please allow me to introduce - although it seems incredible - this is the third warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter! And this one,

It's...the fourth warrior, yes, the fourth, she is Hermione Granger!"

"Yes, I just saw it." Maka waved her hand casually.

Hearing Bagman say the same thing, Fleur couldn't help but frown.

"This is obviously a mistake," she said haughtily to Bagman. "She can't compete, and neither of them can - they're too young."

"Yeah... it's really surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and said with a smile, "But you also know that the age limit was only implemented this year as an additional security measure. Since their names are from

Squirted out of the goblet... I mean, I think now that we've reached this point, we can't run away from the situation. The rules are very clear, and you must abide by them - Harry has to do his best."

"Of course, the same goes for Miss Granger." He finally added, seemingly thinking of Hermione.

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Professor Orson, Mrs. Maxim, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Before Professor McGonagall opened the door, the buzzing chatter of hundreds of students in the auditorium next door flooded into Harry and Hermione's ears.

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur shouted as she strode towards her principal, "They said these two children are also going to participate in the competition!"

"child?"

Although Harry felt incredible and his brain was numb, he also felt a flash of anger flashing through his heart. But Hermione just lowered her head and clasped her hands tightly together, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

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

"What exactly does this mean, Dumbledore?" she said arrogantly, "That's all Mr. MacLean. His strength gives us no reason to prevent him from participating in this competition, but..."

"I also want to know what happened when two warriors came out of Hogwarts?" Professor Orson of Durmstrang couldn't help but ask, but Maca secretly handed him a

He gave me a look that said nothing.