The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

As if subconsciously, Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand and grabbed the parchment before most people could react.

He held it far away and stared at the name written on it, as if he couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing.

After a long silence, Dumbledore continued to stare at the note in his hand. Everyone in the auditorium also stared at Professor Dumbledore and the note in his hand in confusion.

Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud: "Harry Potter?"

It can be heard from his somewhat doubtful ending that Professor Dumbledore is a little doubtful of his own eyes. His expression is like a subway grandfather looking at his mobile phone, staring at the parchment, trying to see something else.

thing.

Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table in a daze when he suddenly realized that everyone in the Great Hall had turned their heads and looked at him.

At this moment, he clearly felt that he should do something, but his mind went blank and his body was extremely stiff.

He must be dreaming!

He must have heard wrong just now!

At this time, the hall seemed to have pressed the pause button. There was no applause or any other sound, and you could hear a pin drop.

Immediately afterwards, the sudden silence in the air disappeared, and a buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, like countless angry bees chirping.

Some students even stood up in order to see Harry more clearly, but Harry just continued to sit stiffly in his seat, as if frozen, still unable to realize what was going on.

Professor McGonagall stood up at the guest of honor, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, and whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear. Dumbledore listened attentively and frowned slightly.

He raised his eyebrows.

Although Harry and Weasley all tried to throw their names into the Goblet of Fire, he never thought he would be chosen.

Wait, the chosen child? But didn’t the Goblet of Fire already choose Rolf?

Rolf, who had just turned around the staff table, stopped at this time and turned around to watch this famous scene.

At this moment, Professor Dumbledore, who was sitting at the guest of honor seat, straightened up and nodded towards Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he shouted again, "Harry! Please come up here!"

At this time, many Gryffindor little lions were looking at Harry. Hermione was also pushing Harry slightly and whispered: "Go quickly."

Harry stood up as if waking up from a dream, but accidentally stepped on the hem of his robe and stumbled slightly.

He walked along the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. He felt that this road seemed extremely long, and the guest of honor seat seemed always so far away.

He could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, as if each eye could not be a searchlight.

The buzzing chatter became louder and louder, and it seemed to Harry that a whole hour had passed before he finally walked up to Dumbledore. He felt that all the teachers' eyes were on him.

"Okay... go to that door, Harry." Dumbledore said, but there was no smile on his face at this time, which made Harry extremely uncomfortable.

Harry walked along the staff table. Hagrid was sitting at the end. He didn't wink at Harry, wave, or say hello as usual.

He seemed completely stunned, just watching Harry pass by like everyone else.

Fortunately, at this time, Rolf pretended to be over, walked to Harry, put an arm on Harry's shoulder, and whispered:

"Don't worry, we all know it's not your problem. Professor Dumbledore will help you. We all will help you."

With Rolf's encouragement, Harry and the two walked through the door together and exited the Great Hall. They came to a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides.

In the fireplace opposite them, a fire was burning brightly.

As they walked in, the faces in the portraits all turned to look at Harry.

A wrinkled witch swooped out of her own frame and got into the frame next to it. On top of that was a wizard with a walrus beard. The wrinkled witch began to bite his ears quietly.

Is the aunt at the entrance of the village starting to draw pictures again?

Krum was leaning on the mantelpiece, hunched over and thinking about something, slightly distancing himself from Fleur.

When Rolf and Harry walked in, Fleur Delacour turned her head and shook her cascading silver hair.

She looked at the two people who walked in together with confusion. She didn't understand why two Hogwarts students walked in?

Although I already knew that this competition would be a team competition, I didn't say that the team members were also selected from the Goblet of Fire, right?

She immediately thought of her sister's expectant eyes. If she knew that her promise to bring her to form a team could not be fulfilled, she would be sad, right?

Just when Fleur was thinking wildly, there was a rush of footsteps behind her. Everyone turned their heads and looked over. Ludo Bagman walked into the room.

He grabbed Harry's arm, broke him out of Rolf's arms, and pulled him forward.

"It's so bizarre!" He squeezed Harry's arm hard, and Harry grimaced in pain, but he didn't react and continued to mutter in a low voice:

"It is absolutely bizarre! Gentlemen... and this lady," he walked towards the fireside and said to the other three people, "please allow me to introduce, as incredible as this may seem, this is the Triwizard Tournament.

The fourth warrior!"

Viktor Krum straightened up after hearing this and looked Harry up and down, with a gloomy expression on his arrogant face.

Fleur Delacour breathed a big sigh of relief. She shook her long hair, smiled brightly, and said, "Oh, this joke is very interesting, Mr. Bagman."

Maybe in her opinion, it would be fine as long as the Goblet of Fire doesn't choose their teammates for them.

"A joke?" Bagman repeated, a little confused, "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

After hearing what he said, Rolf came out, and the other two warriors frowned tightly.

"Yeah... it's really surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and looked down at Harry with a smile, "But you also know that the choice of the Goblet of Fire cannot be changed. Since he surrendered himself

If you have a name, you are not allowed to run away from the battle...The rules are very clear and you must abide by them...Hayeli must do his best..."

ps: Thank you Niu~ for your monthly ticket

I have been feeling a little unwell these past few days. I stayed in bed for a few days. When I felt a little refreshed, I immediately got up and came back to code!

/ Pretty boy sighs