The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"As for the Goblet of Fire and the Triwizard Tournament..." Dumbledore said with a serious expression: "There has never been an option to abstain... Go, go to that door!"

This was the first time Jon had heard such a stern order from Dumbledore.

"Hey!" He sighed in his heart and walked over to the staff's desk.

In the bottom of my heart, I began to think... Who put his name into the Goblet of Fire?

How about Barty Crouch Jr... But it's unlikely, I have no grudges or grudges against him, and Voldemort probably doesn't look down on his own blood...

Then who should it be...

Going through the door and out of the auditorium, I found myself in a small room.

In the fireplace of the room, the fire was burning brightly; on the walls on both sides, there were portraits of wizards.

When Jon stepped into the room, almost all the portraits were staring at him...a few were even crowded with people.

In front, the three figures, surrounded by the fire... are all very familiar faces.

Viktor Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bowed his waist and meditated on something there, and slightly distanced himself from the other two.

Harry Potter was standing bewildered with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the fire.

Fleur Delacour turned her head and tossed her long silver hair like a waterfall. When she saw Jon's outfit, she screamed in horror.

"Qu'est-ce qui t'arrive? (French: what's wrong with you?)" she asked aloud.

"Cen'estrien. (It's nothing.)" Jon didn't have the heart to get close to her anymore, he just shrugged and took a seat by the fire.

He lowered his head and continued to think...

"Jon!" Harry Potter shouted in surprise: "The fourth warrior, it's actually you...and, what happened to you?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know anything!" Jon took off his dragonskin gloves and covered his face with his hands.

...

"It's so bizarre!" With a flurry of footsteps, Ludo Bagman entered the room.

"I think you should understand the situation!" Mr. Bagman looked at the two warriors of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang: "A little accident... There are two warriors at Hogwarts!"

Victor Klum straightened up, looked Harry up and down, then Jon, a gloomy expression on the mighty face.

Fleur Delacour tossed her long hair and smiled. She said arrogantly, "They can't compete, they are too young!"

"I agree!" Jon nodded vigorously, giving Fleur a grateful look.

"It's a bit difficult!" Mr Bagman shook his head: "The age limit as an extra safety measure has only been introduced this year, since your names are sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire... I mean, I think Now that this step has been reached, it is not allowed to escape from the battle... The regulations are very clear, you must abide by the rules... You must do your best to finish the game!"

"Can the rules be changed!" Jon argued in vain.

Mr. Bagman smiled and shook his head at him.

The door was pushed open again, and a large crowd rushed in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, and Stephen. Professor Napp.

The small room was suddenly crowded with people.

Snape sniffed hard, then looked at Jon and frowned.

Then he raised his wand to Jon.

"Scourgify!"

The black eel blood on his body was swept away.

"Thank you, Professor!" Jon breathed a sigh of relief, finally a teacher remembered to clean himself up.

...

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?" Madame Maxime shouted arrogantly, her huge black satin bosom heaving violently.

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore!" Karkaroff said in his smooth voice. "I remember there was a rule in the regulations that the organizer could have two contestants!"

"One of them is in the third grade and the other is in the fourth grade!" Professor McGonagall shouted angrily: "They are going to compete with two grown-up wizards... If you want, you can send two third- and fourth-year students to replace your contestants. !"

Madame Maxime and Professor Karkaroff looked at each other and did not continue to argue.

Because what Professor McGonagall said was right, the points of different players in the Triwizard Tournament could not be superimposed, so the third and fourth graders would not be the opponents of the seventh graders anyway, even if there were two of them, there would be no difference.

Therefore, what this farce really loses is the interests of the host, Hogwarts.

On the contrary, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are the beneficiaries... so they don't continue to argue like the original story that Jon knows.

Dumbledore snorted, interrupting their quarrel: "Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?"

"I don't." Harry Potter said quickly.

Snape shook his head and pursed his lips; both Mrs. Maxime and Professor Karkaroff snorted.

"What about you?" Dumbledore's eyes turned to Jon.

Jon looked directly behind the half-moon lens, then nodded: "I have it, Professor... Just this morning, when no one was around, I folded a note with my name on it and folded it into paper. The plane flew into the Goblet of Fire...I was just kidding because I thought the Goblet of Fire wouldn't choose me because of the age limit!"

"It's impossible!" Karkaroff growled, "Your age limit is to exclude underage competitors, Dumbledore, isn't it? How could it be given such a clumsy way? cheated!"

"So... someone tricked the Goblet of Fire!" Alastor Moody walked over with a cane and roared: "Someone cast a very powerful Confusion Charm on the Goblet of Fire, making the Goblet of Fire forget that it really is. age limit; then they signed up a boy's name as a fourth school student, making sure he was the only candidate for that school...that's not what a third or fourth grade boy can do."

"Harry Potter!" Professor Moody said grimly: "Someone wants to take advantage of this game to kill Harry Potter!"

Jon was tempted to ask "How did you know"...but he held back knowingly.

...

Apparently, after ten minutes, Moody's "conspiracy theory" finally convinced them.

Madame Maxime and Professor Karkaroff did not argue any further.

Madame Maxime had put her arm around Fleur's shoulders and led her out of the room quickly; Karkaroff greeted Krum, and they left without a word.

"Harry, I suggest you go back to sleep!" Dumbledore first nodded to Harry with a smile.

Harry Potter nodded, and with a dull expression, he left the room little by little.

Then, Dumbledore turned his gaze to Jon, his expression gradually serious.

"As for you...I'm so sorry!" he whispered, his expression as severe as never before: "But Hufflepuff was deducted one hundred percent for it!"

"One hundred, no, Albus!" Professor McGonagall covered his mouth and tried to stop Dumbledore: "It's not the child's fault, it's just an accident..."

Professor Sprout bowed his head in shame, and Professor Snape looked thoughtful. Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch also took this opportunity to leave the room in a hurry.

"And... confinement!" Dumbledore continued. "Saturday night, go to my office..."

"Every Saturday!" he said with emphasis.

Jon raised his hand weakly. "Professor, Saturday night...I've got Professor Snape's confinement!"

"Then Sunday night!"

"Yes, Professor!"

Later, there will be another chapter