Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

In the shadows, Snape also joined in the fun, saying sarcastically.

"This matter is not to blame for Headmaster Dumbledore, but for Potter. He is just like his dead father.

As long as there is a chance to show off, he will do whatever it takes, and even corrupt my students."

Harry was very nervous, and now he was almost angry to death by Snape's venomous tongue, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Fortunately, Draco held him back, otherwise...

Dumbledore, who had been waiting for Shaw to cooperate, finally responded this time and turned back to Snape politely.

"Thank you, Severus."

Snape smacked his lips and closed his mouth tactfully, but under his greasy black hair, his empty eyes still flashed with malicious speculation and a hint of worry.

Seeing that the situation was still deadlocked, Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and said with a smile.

"As you know, the age limit was only implemented this year as an additional safety measure.

Why? Everyone knows that this was originally a compromise of Hogwarts.

Now why don't we all take a step back? You don't think that two third-year wizards will threaten the top students who are about to graduate."

Several headmasters were choked and speechless for a while.

"This..."

"How is it possible?"

Just then, Shaw and Fudge walked in.

The big guy Nekosov said to Fudge who walked in.

"Mr. Fudge, as the Minister of the British Ministry of Magic and our objective referee, do you think this matter is appropriate? What is the reasonable solution?"

Fudge glanced at Shaw without leaving a trace, then he puffed out his big belly and said righteously.

"Anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition. This is written into the contract and cannot be changed."

"The Minister is really fair."

Bagman quickly applauded, a smile on his face, and turned back to look at the principals, as if the matter had been resolved satisfactorily.

"Hmph, I still want to re-register."

Karkaroff interrupted, his voice was no longer smooth, his smile disappeared, and his eyes were full of sharpness.

Maxim also nodded in agreement.

"Yes, the Goblet of Fire must be put out again, and the champions must be re-selected until each school has two champions. This is fair."

Bagman shrugged.

"I'm afraid that won't work. The Goblet of Fire has been extinguished and will not be rekindled until the next tournament."

Karkaroff was furious.

"I promise! Durmstrang will never participate in the next tournament!"

Helena said sarcastically.

"I've really seen it. It turns out that only the United States is a country of equality and fairness."

"These are all bluffing threats!"

Moody, who had been watching coldly, suddenly roared. He slammed his cane into the ground, making a banging sound, and said word by word.

"I don't need to explain how powerful the magical contract of the Goblet of Fire is. Unless you give up your warriors and let them die!

Otherwise, they must participate in the competition."

Several headmasters were speechless by Moody's vicious appearance.

Moody looked around and continued to be unreasonable.

"This accident may be because someone hopes that Potter will die for it, and this person is hiding among you. I promise to catch you!"

After he finished speaking, there was an extremely tense silence in the room.

As the organizer of the event, Fudge could not stand these conspiracy theories the most, and he immediately rebuked.

"Moody, you sensitive old guy, how dare you say such a thing! No one wants to harm Harry!"

Karkaroff took advantage of the opportunity.

"We all know that Moody always has a dozen peepholes in his bedroom! If he doesn't find a dozen people trying to murder him before dinner, he will feel that today is a waste.

I heard that Hogwarts also hired him as a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I don't know what you think."

Anyone who has been a Death Eater is not clean in Moody's heart, so he naturally doesn't like Karkaroff.

"Why, do you think I'm making it up? It takes at least a top wizard to cast a powerful Confusion Charm to throw Harry and this kid's name into the goblet.

Everyone here is suspected! For example, you, a coward, Karkaroff, Voldemort has returned to England, but you still have the courage to come to Hogwarts.

It's possible that you have secretly surrendered to the Dark Lord and were ordered to frame Harry!"

Voldemort's name is very useful. Karkaroff was terrified and subconsciously covered his right arm.

Others also looked at Karkaroff with suspicion for a while.

Maxim raised his two big hands and said solemnly.

"Professor Moody, do you have any substantial evidence? This is extremelySerious accusations!"

Moody wanted to continue to speak harshly, but Dumbledore waved his hand.

"Okay, Alastor."

Then he looked at Shaw, who had been watching coldly, and asked in an inquiring tone.

"Shor, is there any result?"

Shor didn't intervene immediately just now, just to see the state of everyone here.

Maxim, Helena and Nekosev behaved normally, and their speeches and reactions were what they should express from their own standpoints.

Karkaroff was the strangest, with both toughness and guilt.

As for Moody, some of him made Shaw incomprehensible, too active.

Helena opened her mouth and subconsciously wanted to say how could such a big thing let a child participate, didn't she see that other warrior students didn't dare to interrupt?

In a flash, Shaw thought of his uniqueness.

Shor walked forward a few steps and came to the center of the crowd. Harry and Draco seemed to have found a savior.

"Chief. ”*2

Shor waved his hand and said gently.

“It’s okay.”

The two brothers felt a great sense of security, relaxed a lot, and straightened their backs.

Moody said disdainfully.

“Blake, in my opinion, you are the most suspicious. You are strong enough and have an unusual relationship with the two of them. "

Shor looked at the mad-eyed man who bit whoever he caught, and had no intention of saving his face.

It was just right to kill a chicken to scare the monkey.

He waved his hand casually, just like shooing away a fly.

Moody was very alert, but he couldn't stand the distance between the two. Before he could react, he was immediately wrapped in strong magic.

Then, like a chicken, he smashed into the stove with a whoosh, and the stove was surrounded by flames.

Moody was teleported away in a mess without any resistance, and no one knew where he was teleported to.

Legend, the difference between heaven and earth!

Shor also had some authority over Hogholtz, so it was very simple to open a temporary fireplace network.

Everyone, including Dumbledore, was a little surprised. How could this man, Shaw, turn a verbal argument into a full-scale fight right away?