Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

At the Gryffindor table, Harry's mind was blank and confused. He felt like he was dreaming and must have heard it wrong.

He tried to twist his stiff neck and looked around at those who questioned him loudly. Only good friends like Hermione and Hagrid showed nervousness and concern.

Others, including the little lions nearby, were full of doubt.

The same surprise immediately distinguished the quality difference between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Harry finally understood what Draco felt before, and he also looked at Slytherin.

But the chief didn't look at him, but went to the Goblet of Fire to check something.

Harry was a little disappointed, and explained to others with a dry throat.

"I, I didn't, I..."

The pale and weak explanation had no persuasiveness.

Beside Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Helena and others kept protesting.

He ignored those, just kept looking at the note in his hand, frowning and thinking.

Then he shouted again.

"Harry! Please go to the next room right now!"

Harry stood up, his steps a little unsteady.

The road seemed particularly long, and wherever he passed, hundreds of eyes were staring at him, which hurt him.

Moody Alchemist One-Eye looked at Harry's predicament, stood up, limped over and held Harry's hand.

He glared back at those people, and then took Harry to the next room.

Beside the Goblet of Fire, Shaw stretched out his hand and rubbed the body of the Goblet of Fire, waves of magic penetrated inward, and explored this highly refined object bit by bit.

Dumbledore glanced at Shaw and said to the other headmasters.

"Let's go to the next room first, you don't want your students to see your ugly face when you quarrel."

Several people were stunned, and fiercely flicked their robe sleeves, turned around and went to the next room together.

Dumbledore said in a low voice quickly when he passed Shaw.

"After you find out, come and cooperate with me."

Shor nodded imperceptibly and continued to explore the Goblet of Fire.

Soon he knew that this was a demigod alchemical item with a special contract, and ordinary confusion spells could not fool it.

Before, in order to prevent strong people from disguising themselves and throwing names into the Goblet of Fire for others, he also asked Draco to organize people to take turns to monitor the hall.

In the end, everything was normal.

Moody, Karkaroff and others were also normal.

Shaw thought that the phenomenon of random selection of warriors had been eliminated.

Unexpectedly, not only was Draco selected, but Harry also did not escape the arrangement of fate.

What a pair of brothers in distress.

Fudge did not immediately follow Dumbledore, but turned his back to all the little wizards, his expression became flattering, and whispered.

"Sir, you suspect that the Goblet of Fire has been tampered with. After the cup was shipped from Northern Europe, it has been under the supervision of a special person. I am also afraid of mistakes, so I sent reliable people to ensure that no outsiders have contacted it in advance."

Shor's eyebrows slightly raised, and a flash of lightning flashed in his mind. Coincidentally, he found a little trick in the core magic pattern circuit of the Goblet of Fire.

After slowly retracting his hand, he asked lightly.

"The Goblet of Fire was shipped from Northern Europe? Which Ministry of Magic?"

Fudge knew everything.

"The organizer of the last Triwizard Tournament was Durmstrang in Northern Europe. After the competition, it has been stored there. Some time ago, the formal procedures were started. It was first transferred to the Swedish Ministry of Magic, and finally officially handed over to us."

Shor's eyes flashed with a few glimmers of understanding.

Several names flashed through his mind.

The voices of thousands of little wizards still rang in his ears. He turned around and raised his hand to press down.

The students of Hogwarts immediately shut up obediently.

Even the most indignant Hufflepuff badgers, led by Cedric, who had the highest voice but failed the exam, also quieted down obediently.

The young wizards from the other four schools were somewhat confused and once again experienced Shaw's prestige in Hogwarts.

Some of the thorns wanted to laugh at them, but when they met Shaw's introverted eyes, their hair stood on end, as if they were stared at by a dragon.

They all lowered their heads in fear.

Shaw was calm and his voice was like a spring breeze.

"I know you have doubts and indignation. Don't worry, I will give you an explanation."

Without waiting for the young wizards to respond, he turned around and called Fudge.

"Let's go and see what those big shots are arguing about."

Fudge almost showed his lackey-like appearance and bowed in front to lead the way, but suddenly remembered where he was, so he put on the ministerial airs.

Shaw smiled calmly and walked to the side with him.

The two walked through a door, out of the hall, and came to a small room. The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly.

There were magic portraits hanging on the walls on both sides, with ugly witches in them.The teachers were visiting each other and whispering.

The object of the discussion was naturally the pair of brothers in distress who were constantly questioned in the field: Draco and Harry.

Krum, Fleur and other four warriors were all around the fire, their expressions were still very stunned, and they still couldn't believe that the warriors of Hogwarts would be so young.

And there were two!

A few minutes ago.

At first, the four thought that Draco was here to pass on a message, and Fleur even joked a few words.

But when Bagman, who came later, formally introduced himself, the four had to accept this joke-like fact.

Now they just waited for the headmasters to discuss a result.

In the field.

Maxim's handsome head almost touched the chandelier full of candles, and his huge chest rose and fell violently.

"What does this mean, Dumbledore?"

Karkaroff had a cold smile on his face, and his blue eyes were as cold as ice.

"I want to know this, too, Dumbledore! If I had been told earlier that the organizers could have two courage spots, I would never have agreed to restart the tournament!"

Helena lifted her hair, teasingly.

"Yeah, it's really surprising. Did I not read the rules of the tournament clearly? Or did I join the tournament first because I bullied Ilvermorny?"

Nekosev didn't say anything. The main purpose of Dokoskeritz's participation in the tournament was to resolve international disputes.

And he didn't think it was necessary for Hogwarts, which had superb quality and strength, to cheat.

Dumbledore still ignored them, but asked Harry and Draco solemnly.

"You really didn't put your names in the Goblet of Fire?"

Harry and Draco shook their sweaty heads like rattles, and denied loudly in sync.

"No!"*2

Dumbledore confirmed again,

"Did you ask older students to help you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"No!"*2

Maxim questioned loudly: "They are lying!"

McGonagall echoed: "They don't have the ability to cross the age limit, I think everyone should think so."

Helena sneered: "Yes, it's a very powerful restriction spell, but it can only protect against others but not yourself."