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In the room, the twenty-five warriors were divided into three distinct small groups according to the schools to which they belonged.

Ludo Bagman looked around at the twenty-odd faces in the room and couldn't help shouting, ""It's too bizarre! It's absolutely too bizarre! Twenty-five warriors of the Triwizard Tournament!"

Krum's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and Fleur also frowned.

Behind them, the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were equally confused.

Didn't the person who sold them the quota say...

No! They never said at all that there could only be one warrior.

They all looked at the many warriors at Hogwarts, but found that they also had confused expressions on their faces.

Anyone who can hang out with Kyle is basically not a good person.

They are not hypocritical at all when it comes to showing off their acting skills.

That is to say, only Draco's confused expression was not fake, he really didn't know what was going on.

Fleur looked at Ludo, "Sir, this is obviously a mistake... there can't be so many warriors in the Triwizard Tournament!"

"Yeah..." Bagman rubbed his smooth chin, "It's really surprising, but it just happened."

"What on earth does this mean? Dumbledore?" Madame Maxime straightened her tall and tall body, and her handsome head touched the chandelier filled with candles.

Before Dumbledore could answer, Karkaroff's voice floated over.

"I want to know this too, Dumbledore." Karkaroff had a cold smile on his face, and his blue eyes were as cold as ice cubes. "I remember that each school can only have one warrior. Could it be that those

Didn’t I read the charter carefully enough?”

"I don't know what happened." Dumbledore also looked extremely confused.

"How could these organizers of this competition not be clear about this?" Karkarov's attitude was somewhat aggressive.

This time, he not only questioned Dumbledore, but also included Ludo and Barty next to him.

Upon hearing Karkaroff's words, Dumbledore's expression suddenly changed from confused to cold.

"Igor, you don't mean to say that this was controlled by us, do you?"

He glanced at Durmstrang's students.

"We at Hogwarts only have seven warriors, but your school has nine warriors. What's the benefit of doing this?"

Madame Maxime clearly sided with Dumbledore, and she looked at Karkaroff as if she was mentally retarded.

"Oh, you're so good after getting a bargain," she muttered in a low voice, but her voice was enough for Karkaroff to hear clearly, "It's so shameless."

Karkaroff's face suddenly turned red.

Next to him, Snape, who had maintained a paralyzed expression since just now, spoke sullenly, "Hogwarts has two fewer warriors than the other two schools. This is extremely unfair."

Professor Flitwick, who was not too concerned about the excitement, also spoke up, "We should put the Goblet of Fire out and add names again until Hogwarts produces two more warriors. This is only fair."

The four deans of Hogwarts had actually known for a long time that something would go wrong in the selection of the warriors.

They all supported Dumbledore's plans, but that didn't mean they didn't make sense.

Like Snape and Flitwick, they also have their own little Jiujiu in their hearts.

Of the seven warriors at Hogwarts, Slytherin and Ravenclaw only have one each. How is this possible?

It just so happens that Karkaroff is looking for trouble, so why don't they take the opportunity to stir up trouble?

"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."

Barty added, "Even if two warriors are re-selected, the contract they signed with the Goblet of Fire is not for this tournament, but for the next one."

Professor McGonagall, who had received three places, was embarrassed to speak, but Professor Sprout, a hero with dominant combat power on the field who was banned, stood up.

"Professor Karkaroff," Sprout, who has always been kind, said with a bit of sullenness on his face at this time, "You don't mention the difference in the number of participating warriors, but you still want to slander our Hogwarts for conducting behind-the-scenes operations.

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Cedric agreed very much with what his dean said, "Professor, I suggest filing a complaint with the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards!"

Karkaroff's face turned red as if on fire.

Seeing that the quarrel was getting worse, Dumbledore waved his hand, "Okay!"

The room then became quiet.

Dumbledore continued, "How this situation came about, we don't know."

His tone was somewhat helpless, "But in my opinion, we have no choice but to accept it."

Seeing that Dumbledore had no objection to the fact that Hogwarts had two fewer places, the other two principals who had taken advantage of it also gave up their intention to continue the quarrel.

After all, they have taken advantage, what else do they want?

If Hogwarts really makes a fuss later and forcibly selects two more warriors, wouldn't they be asking for trouble?

"Okay, let's continue?" Ludo rubbed his hands and looked at the people in the room with a smile, "Barty, could you please provide guidance to the warriors?"

Crouch did not refuse. He took a few steps forward and faced the many warriors. "The first project is to test your courage, so we are not going to tell you what it is."

"Dare to face the unknown is an important quality for a wizard... very important..."

"The first project will be carried out on November 24th and will be completed in front of other students and the judging panel."

"Warriors may not request or accept any assistance from their teachers in completing competition events."

"When a warrior faces the first round of challenges, the only weapon in his hand is his own wand."

"Due to the high demands and long duration of the competition, the Warriors will not take the academic year exams."

"That's all I have to say," Crouch turned and looked at Dumbledore, "Albus?"

Dumbledore waved his hand, indicating to the warriors in the room that they could leave first.

After the warriors dispersed, the four deans of Hogwarts also left.

Only Dumbledore, Ludo and Barty were left in the room.

Barty scratched his hair with a headache, "Albus, in this situation, the fire dragon we have prepared is far from enough."

The first project that the warriors are about to face is the fire dragon. Under the eyes of the fire dragon, each warrior must snatch away a golden egg that they guard closely.

In order to ensure that the fire dragons faced by each warrior are in the fullest state, the Ministry of Magic has prepared a total of four fire dragons, just thinking that each warrior will face one fire dragon.

As for the extra fire dragon, it is used as a backup to ensure that there is one more option when an emergency occurs.

But if this is the case now, they have to prepare twenty-five adult fire dragons.

With this quantity, it would be useless to clear out even one dragon farm, at least two would have to be cleared out.

And whether the twenty-five fire dragons can be guarded is also a big problem. If all twenty-five fire dragons riot later, break out of the cage and cause destruction in Hogwarts, it will be great fun.

Dumbledore's voice was calm, "We can divide the warriors into groups of three, and the number of fire dragons needed will be greatly reduced."

"But here at Hogwarts..."

Dumbledore knew what Barty was worried about.

There are only seven people here at Hogwarts. If they are in groups of three, there is still one lone person left.

But if they compete as a three-two-two combination, then the pressure faced by the two pairs will be much greater than that of the trio.

"Don't worry, Barty," Dumbledore smiled, "I believe in the children's abilities."

Although Kyle did not play, Cedric, the veteran of the Paternal Alliance, is also a presence that cannot be underestimated.

Dumbledore was quite relieved about Cedric.

Even if Cedric were to face the fire dragon alone, Dumbledore felt that there would be no problem.

"Okay, if you insist." Barty shook his head and said nothing more.

Dumbledore looked at Crouch with concern, "Are you really not going to stay at Hogwarts tonight, Barty?"

"No, I have to go back to the ministry," he waved his hand. "There is such a big problem in the warrior selection process, and there are changes in the project content. I have to report it to the ministry."

"Then, why don't you at least come over and have a glass of wine before you leave?" Dumbledore tried to persuade..

"Come on, Barty!" Even if he owes a lot of debt, maybe the debt does not have compound interest, or maybe the debt is not enough, Bagman is still in high spirits, "I'm staying here and I won't leave."

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"Then you can stay by yourself, Ludo." Crouch's tone was full of impatience.

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That night, all four houses of Hogwarts fell into carnival.

Even though their number of warriors is two less than that of the other two academies, this does not prevent them from being happy.

Among them, Gryffindor, who has the largest number of warriors, is the most exciting one.

The cheers that erupted in Gryffindor Tower could even be heard in the Slytherin common room underground.

Of course, most of these cheers were for Hermione.

As for Harry and Ron, they are just foils.

Most of the people in Gryffindor gathered around Hermione and congratulated her.

Angelina, a reckless girl, was so excited that she picked Hermione up and spun her around several times.

"Hermione, you must not lose to that pretty boy Cedric." George said, "We brothers have tolerated him for a long time, don't you think so, Fred?"

Fred nodded in agreement, "When you meet him on the field, you must help us beat him up."

Although they had never seen Hermione take action, as the girlfriend of the Little Devil and the daughter-in-law of the Grindelwald family, how could Hermione be inferior in terms of strength, right?

Hermione smiled and nodded. She couldn't understand the plastic brotherhood between the fathers, but at this time, all she had to do was smile awkwardly but politely.

"Hey," Ron patted his two brothers with some dissatisfaction, "Why don't you ask me to help you vent your anger?"

He showed off his weak biceps.

George and Fred curled their lips together, with a trace of disgust on their faces.

"With your little strength, Cedric can knock you to the ground with both hands."

What George didn't say was that even if Cedric gave Ron twenty hands, Ron wouldn't be able to win.

After Cedric mastered the Hidden Shadow Multi-Snake Hand move, it didn't matter how many hands he had to use, since he had the right hands anyway.

What? You said the snake released from the sleeve cannot be counted as a hand?

That's okay too.

In addition to the latent shadow snake hand, Cedric also recently developed a new magic trick.

Use the excess magic power on your body to condense several physical arms, which can hold a wand to cast spells like normal arms.

This is somewhat similar to the Nine-Tails Chakra Hand, which can greatly increase the caster's casting speed.

This kind of arm that is purely condensed by magic power can be condensed as much as you want, provided that the magic power can hold it up.

Fred's words pierced Ron's extremely inflated heart, "You'd better think about how to hug your thighs and get a better ranking. Don't think about caryy if you're a novice."

Ron's face suddenly darkened, and even the joy of becoming a warrior was forgotten.

But he couldn't refute it yet.

After he became the Eight-Tails Jinchuuriki, his mentality drifted for a while.

Then, the twins pushed him to the ground and rubbed him. This was just one of the brothers' actions.

Any one of the twins is enough to suppress him, and Cedric can defeat the brothers one on two, so wouldn't he easily kill Ron in an instant?

Ron glumly ran to the side and got drunk, blowing fire whiskey directly into the bottle.

Harry was also a little depressed.

He also thought about becoming a warrior and shining in the Triwizard Tournament, then reaching the pinnacle of life, holding the Triwizard Tournament championship trophy, and marrying Zhang Qiulai...

Now it seems that his strength is not as good as Ron's. Even if he becomes a warrior, he will still inevitably end up being forcibly suppressed by Cedric and never recover?

So, Harry followed Ron to the side and got drunk.

"You and him, me and you, this is an ironic intersection~"