Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"I would also like to know that Hogwarts has two warriors. What's the matter?" Professor Orson of Durmstrand couldn't help but ask.

"I think this can only be blamed on Potter and the grid—" Snape was trying to say, but when he looked at Hermione, he glanced at Maca subconsciously, "Well ... I mean Yes, don't blame Dumbledore, there must be something wrong. "

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore nodded, but kept his eyes on Harry and Hermione.

Unlike Hermione, who always kept his head down, Harry, who had always been stubborn about this kind of thing, looked at Dumbledore, trying to understand the look hidden behind the half-moon lens.

"Have you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, Harry? Hermione?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"No." Harry answered immediately and decisively.

Harry was well aware that everyone was watching him closely, especially Snape, and he impatiently made a voice of disbelief in the shadows.

"Have you asked your older classmates to help you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" Professor Dumbledore didn't notice the small voice from Snape, he continued to ask.

"No," Harry said excitedly.

"Ah, he must be lying!" Madame Maxim said loudly, "Look, this Miss Granger has never dared to speak, she must--"

"I do not have!"

Hermione seemed to have erupted because of the excessive depression of her emotions, and she made a squealing shout that was almost screaming, making Mrs. Maxim frown.

Snape shook his head, but he didn't speak.

"He can't cross that age line," Professor McGonagall said sharply. "I believe we all agree-"

"Dumbledore's line must be wrong," said Mrs. Maxim, shrugging her shoulders. "Or should we listen to the only person here who has crossed the age line?"

Snape followed, looking towards Maca.

After seeing her mentioning herself, Maca was silent for a moment, and then said, "It may be a good idea to ask someone to put in a note ..."

Madame Maxim raised an eyebrow, but Maca continued.

"... But let me say that I have been with Mr. Potter and Miss Granger for so long. At least I don't think they will do this kind of thing."

He exacerbated his tone: "Especially Miss Granger, she has always been the most ethical of the students. She must not be able to do this kind of cheating ..."

Dumbledore glanced at Maca with his deep eyes, and then calmly said: "Mrs. Maxim and Mr. McLean make sense. I personally believe in Miss Granger and Mr. Porter, but to say I mistaken that line, and it's not impossible ... "

"Dumbledore, you know you're not mistaken!" Professor McGonagall said angrily. "How absurd it is! Harry and Hermione can't cross that line by themselves, they don't have Mar ... McLean Mr. Power! And as McLean believes, Harry and Hermione haven't persuaded senior students to do it for him, and I think others should believe it too! "

She gave Professor Snape a very angry look.

"Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagman," Mrs. Maxim turned her head and tossed the question to two officials of the Ministry of Magic. "You two are also members of the umpire. What do you think? I Think, this is obviously a bit out of order. "

Mrs. Maxim's way of speaking was euphemistic, but her intention was clear.

Bagman didn't know what to say, he wiped his round baby face with a handkerchief, and stared at Mr. Crouch.

Mr. Crouch stood outside the halo of the fire, his face half hidden in the shadows. He looked a little weird, and the dark shadows on that half made him look a lot older, looking almost like a skeleton.

But when he spoke, his voice was as stiff as usual.

"We must abide by the articles of association, which clearly stipulate that anyone whose name comes out of the goblet of flame must participate in the competition of the top three."

"Hey, Barty has memorized the charter." Bagman said, with a smile on his face, and looking back at Mrs. Maxim, it seemed that the matter had been successfully resolved.

"But it's not fair-Hogwarts has two warriors!" Said Madame Maxim, and looked over to Maka again, hurriedly saying, "We also need to increase the number of warriors! It must be-- "

First, a strong Maca took part in the competition. This time Hogwarts had two more warriors. This was too bad for Boothbatton. Mrs. Maxim was obviously already anxious.

"But Mrs. Maxim, this may not be possible," Bagman said. "The Goblet of Fire has just extinguished and will not reignite until the next hegemony-this time there must be no way to increase the number of candidates."

Maca knew that she couldn't go on like this. To be honest, he doesn't care who will win the championship of the top three, he only cares if his plan can be successfully completed.

The larger the number of people, the greater the variables, which is definitely not conducive to the planning.

"I want to take a step back-cancelling Miss Granger's warrior status is the most appropriate result. This will not only help maintain the fairness of the top three, but also calm the anger in the hearts of other students, won't it?"

However, Mrs. Maxim seemed to have seized any opportunity, and continued to hold on, hoping to get more opportunities for Boothbatten.

"Don't falter, McLean!" Growled a voice near the door, "You are now only a warrior, not a member of the referee ... I said that they must all participate in the game, which is bound by the magic contract! "

Moody had just entered the room. He limped toward the fire, and every time his right leg prosthetic leg landed, he made a loud impact, babble, babble.

Maca frowned, glancing at him coldly, and said impatiently, "Mody, is there anything for you here? It's enough to take care of yourself!"

Harry gave Maca a complicated look.

This is the second time he has seen Maca show such an outrageous side. The last time he was at the Quidditch World Cup final. To be honest, he was very uncomfortable with such a maca.

On the other side, Moody also looked back at Maca toughly, and he said softly, "What should I do and what to do, I know myself ... someone put Potter's name in that goblet, he knew If the name is spit out, Potter must play. "

"Obviously, that man hopes to give Hogwarts twice!" Said Mrs. Maxim.

"If anyone has a reason to complain, it's Potter and Granger," Moody said harshly, "but ... it's interesting, I didn't hear them say a word ..."

"Why is he complaining?" Furong Drakul could not help but stomped. "He has the opportunity to participate in the competition, hasn't he? We have been hoping for many weeks that we have been chosen! Honor our school!" There are also a thousand gallons of bonuses and mysterious magic items-an opportunity that many people dream of! "

"Perhaps someone wants Potter to die for this." Moody simply avoided Hermione with a hint of growl in his tone.

After Moody's words were spoken, there was an extremely tense silence.

Ludo Bagman looked very anxious, his body throbbing up and down, and said, "Moody, you old guy ... how did you say that!"

"Mr. Bagman, how do you think he retired? He is abnormal now, and his mind is full of these conspiracy theories." Maca smirked.

"Surely someone will use purely harmless activities to achieve their own ends," Moody continued. "My job is to think in terms of the dark wizard ... McLean, although I don't know what Fudge is thinking about. , But if I did n’t retire, I would never let you leave safely at the World Cup scene. "

"Alastor!" Dumbledore warned.

That was the real name of "Crazy Eyed Man"-Alastor Moody, but most people who knew him were used to the nickname "Crazy Eyed Man", and few people would call him his real name.

"How this situation came about, we don't know." Dumbledore also seemed to feel that he could not endlessly argue, and he said to everyone gathered in the room, "But in my opinion, we except Accept it and have no choice. Both Harry and Hermione were selected to compete. Therefore, they must ... "

"Ah, but Dumbledore—"

"My dear Mrs. Maxim, if you have another solution, I am willing to listen."

Marka looked at Hermione and saw that she was beginning to drop her head again, and shook her head slightly, closing her newly opened mouth again. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com

Some plans have to be carried out, and it is not time yet-he has already said enough, and if he keeps going on, he will inevitably make mistakes.

Dumbledore waited, but Mrs. Maxim did not speak, she just stared angrily.

And not only did she show dissatisfaction. Snape was also annoyed; Professor Orson just looked at the back of Maca and said nothing; but Bagman seemed very excited.

"Well, let's go on?" Bagman said, rubbing his hands and looking at the people in the room with a smile, "I want to guide our warriors, aren't you? Batty, you tell Right? "

Mr. Crouch seemed to suddenly wake up from deep thought. He took a few steps forward and walked into the aura of fire.

He looked very shy. There are two deep shadows under the eyes, and the wrinkled skin is white and transparent like paper. You know, he didn't look like this at the Quidditch World Cup.

"Okay," he said, "mentoring. Yes ... the first project ..."