The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

At this moment, the door behind them was pushed open again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, and Professor McGonagall

and Professor Snape.

Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, Rolf and the others heard the buzzing chatter of hundreds of students coming from the auditorium next door.

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur said immediately, striding towards her principal, "They said this little boy is also going to participate in the competition!"

Although Harry felt incredible and his brain was numb, he still felt a flash of anger flashing through his heart. Little boy? Woman, don't you know that men can't be called small?

Madame Maxime straightened her tall and tall body, her handsome head touched the chandelier filled with candles, and her huge breasts in black satin clothes undulated violently.

"What does this mean, Dumbledore?" Mrs. Maxim seemed to be trying hard to suppress her emotions and asked Professor Dumbledore.

"I want to know this too, Dumbledore," Professor Karkaroff stood up not to be outdone, with a cold smile on his face and a pair of blue eyes as cold as ice cubes.

"Hogwarts has two warriors? I don't remember anyone telling me that the host school can have two warriors. Didn't I read those regulations carefully enough?"

He laughed briefly, and his voice was ugly, just like the old witch in fairy tales, the villain of the heroic world.

"That's impossible," said Madam Maxime, her big hand covered with many gorgeous opals resting on Fleur's shoulder. "Hogwarts can't have two warriors. It's extremely unfair."

"This matter can only be blamed on Potter, two professors," Snape said softly, his dark eyes flashing with hostility. "Don't blame Dumbledore, blame Potter for insisting on violating the regulations. He has been in school since he joined the school.

From now on, I will continue to violate school rules..."

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore decisively interrupted his rant that he wanted to continue. Snape closed his mouth, but his eyes still shone with malice through his greasy black hair.

of light.

Rolf was really worried about him. Professor Snape, if you continue to be a straight man like this, you may never see Harry again!

Professor Dumbledore was now looking down at Harry, and Harry was looking at him, trying hard to read the eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses.

"Did you do anything to the note with your name on it, Harry?" he asked calmly.

"No." Harry replied quickly, clearly aware that everyone was watching him closely.

Professor Snape impatiently made a sound of disbelief from the shadows, which greatly annoyed Harry.

"Then do you think the person on this note belongs to you?" Professor Dumbledore ignored Snape and continued to ask.

"No! This is not my handwriting!" Harry said excitedly, as if he was grasping at a life-saving straw.

"Ah, he must be lying!" Madame Maxime said loudly. Snape shook his head and pursed his lips, indicating that he did not believe Harry's statement either.

"Mr. Crouch...and Mr. Bagman," Karkaroff said in a tone of voice, his voice becoming smooth again.

"You two are our... emm... objectively speaking, our referees. You must also think this matter is extremely inappropriate, right?"

Bagman wiped his chubby baby face with a handkerchief and looked at Mr. Crouch.

Mr. Crouch stood outside the light of the fire, his face half hidden in shadow.

He looked a little weird. The black half made him look much older, almost like a skeleton. But when he spoke, his voice was as stiff as usual.

"We must abide by the charter. The charter clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Hey, Barty knows the regulations by heart." Bagman said, with a smile on his face, and turned back to look at Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim. It seemed that the matter had been resolved satisfactorily.

"I insist that my other students re-register." Karkaroff said, his voice no longer smooth, his smile disappeared, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly.

"You have to put the Goblet of Fire back out. We have to keep adding names to it until each school produces two warriors. This is only fair, isn't it Dumbledore?"

"But Karkaroff, I'm afraid this won't work," Bagman said. "The Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished. If you want to sign up again, you will have to wait until the next tournament to rekindle it..."

"Durmstrang will never participate in the next hegemonic tournament!" Karkaroff suddenly became furious, "We have had so many meetings, and after so many negotiations and consultations, we never thought that something like this would happen again!

I just want to leave now!"

"Don't make bluff threats here, Karkaroff!" Professor McGonagall said nonchalantly, "You can't leave with your warrior now, he must participate in the competition, they all must participate in the competition.

As Dumbledore said, it's bound by a magical contract. This works to your advantage, doesn't it?"

At this moment, Professor Moody walked into the room. He limped towards the fire. Every time his right foot landed, it made a loud impact, thump, thump.

"If anyone has a reason to complain, it's Potter," Moody said gruffly, "but... it's funny... I didn't hear a word he said... instead it's you guys here chattering away."

"Why is he complaining?" Fleur Delacour couldn't help asking, stamping her foot. "He's got a chance to play, hasn't he?

For weeks, we have been hoping that we would be selected! It would bring glory to our school! And with a thousand galleons in prize money, this opportunity is what many people only dream of!”

"Maybe some people want Potter killed for this," Moody said, with a hint of a growl in his voice.

After he finished speaking, there was an extremely tense silence. Ludo Bagman looked very anxious, his body moved up and down restlessly, and he said:

"Moody, you old guy...how can you say such a thing! How can there be dangers in the virtual network, how can there be accidents?"

Rolf carefully looked at Professor Moody's expression at this moment. He was also a little confused about what Moody meant. Just like Ludo Bagman said, how could a virtual network be in danger of life?

How could they continue to use Harry to resurrect Voldemort?

Moody and Karkaroff had already begun to argue, but the people in the room had different expressions. Some were thinking about something, and some were watching the show.

"Okay, Alastor! How this situation came about, we don't know." Dumbledore said to everyone gathered in the room.

"But it seems to me that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Rolf and Harry have been selected to participate in the competition, so they must..."

"Ah, but Dumbledore..." An elegant voice interrupted Professor Dumbledore's speech, as if he wanted to continue to fight for some benefits for his college.

However, Professor Dumbledore interrupted her stiffly, "My dear Mrs. Maxim, if you have another solution, I am willing to listen."

Dumbledore waited, but Madame Maxime did not speak, she just stared angrily.

And she was not the only one showing dissatisfaction, Snape also looked angry; Karkaroff's face was livid; but Bagman looked very excited.