Chapter 162 The Unexpected Fourth Person

When the flame in the goblet turned red again, with a burst of sparks, the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and the third parchment was thrown high from the flame.

Dumbledore took it, held it far away, and looked at the name on the note.

This time he took longer than the previous two times, his brows were slightly furrowed, and everyone in the auditorium looked at Dumbledore nervously.

Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud—

"The champion of Hogwarts," he cried, "is Harry Potter!"

No applause.

A hum began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping. Some students even stood up, as if they wanted to get a good look at Harry, but Harry sat stiffly in his seat, as if frozen.

Compared with Maca who broke through the age limit in front of the public, the fact that Harry's name appeared in the Goblet of Fire was really hard for everyone to accept.

Among them, Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff College even stood up abruptly, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Professor McGonagall stood up at the guest table, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Orson, and whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear, and Dumbledore listened attentively, frowning slightly brow.

Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione. He saw the students at the long Gryffindor table behind them staring at him with their mouths open.

"I didn't put my name in," said Harry blankly. "You know I didn't."

They also stared blankly at him blankly.

But Maca was not surprised by this, because this was originally planned.

At this moment, he was standing at the door of the next room, glanced at Professor Moody at the guest table seemingly casually, and then turned his gaze back to Dumbledore.

At the guest table, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded towards Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he cried again, "Harry! Come up here, please!"

"Go," Hermione urged in a low voice, nudging Harry slightly.

Harry stood up, stepping on the hem of his robes, tripping slightly.

He walked down the passage between Gryffindor and the table. He felt that the road seemed extremely long, and the guest-of-honor seat always seemed so far away.

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

The buzzing buzz grew louder.

However, something unexpected happened—the flame in the goblet turned red again! Sparks sputtered out, a long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was lifted out of it.

Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand as if subconsciously, and gently took the note in his hand.

Harry was only halfway there at this point, and yet, he didn't even know whether he should keep going or not. For a moment, he seemed to be under a body-binding spell, and he froze in place in a daze.

Dumbledore held up the parchment from a distance again, with no expression on his face, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

After a long time, even longer than it took to say Harry's name for the third time, Dumbledore finally called out the fourth name of the day——

"Hermione Granger."

Unlike Harry's treatment just now, when Hermione's name was called, the audience was silent—everyone was stunned by this additional candidate.

No one expected that there would be a fourth hero!

Maca, who was standing at the door of the room with a calm face, frowned tightly at this moment. He turned his gaze to Moody, who was sitting on the far right of the guest seat, his eyes were as cold as polar ice.

Even he was not mentally prepared for this surprise that silenced the audience.

Voldemort was angry about that inexplicable failure back then, and he wanted to deal with Harry—he knew that,

Even Harry had a part to play in being chosen as the third warrior.

However, he hadn't heard that there would be a fourth candidate!

"Why Hermione?"

There is no doubt that the fact that the Goblet of Fire threw the note with Hermione's name on it must have been Voldemort's intention. Besides, Maca couldn't think of anyone else doing this.

However, why would Voldemort do this? What good does it do him?

When Maca was puzzled and was leaning on the door frame in deep thought, Hermione's heart was even more chaotic.

"How...how could it be, I didn't...how could this be?"

Hermione looked around in bewilderment, her disheveled brown hair was helplessly thrown back and forth, her eyes seemed to be unfocused, her expression flustered and dazed.

If Harry was frightened just now, it was because Hermione couldn't accept the fact.

When Hermione was a Muggle girl, she was used to following all the rules and regulations, and any behavior beyond the rules would make her unbearable. Even when she first entered Hogwarts, she persisted in this way.

It's just that under the influence of someone, she occasionally ignores the rules and puts her own values ​​first. But in normal times, she will still habitually abide by the school rules and follow the rules as much as possible.

But now, when an incident that was close to being framed fell on her head, she was completely panicked.

"What to do? What to do? What to do?"

Under everyone's silent gaze, Hermione's hands trembled. She wanted to tell everyone that she hadn't put her name in the goblet—but she didn't know how to say it.

The proud girl who was eloquent on weekdays has now completely turned into a stuffy jar.

"Please come here!" Dumbledore shouted towards Harry who stopped on the way, and Hermione who looked confused.

Hermione didn't know how she got to Dumbledore, and she didn't even know that Harry was standing beside her. She just felt as if all the teachers' eyes were on her.

"Okay... go through that door." When Dumbledore said this, there was no smile on his face.

Harry and Hermione walked down the headmaster's table together.

Hagrid sat on the far left, and he didn't wink, wave, or say hello as he usually did. He seemed completely taken aback, just watching the two of them pass in front of him as dumbly as everyone else.

They went through the door and out of the Great Hall, and found themselves in a small room with pictures of wizards on either side of the walls. In the fireplace opposite him a fire was burning brightly.

And Maca, who was standing by the door just now, had come back into the room, and now he was standing in front of the fireplace with Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons, talking one after another.

When Harry and the others walked in, Fleur Delacour turned her head and tossed her cascading silver hair.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

She thought that Harry and Hermione came in to spread the word!

Maca stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and said lightly: "No, they are also warriors, from Hogwarts."

"...Oh?" Fleur brushed back the silver hair that had fallen to her ears, and then said with an elegant smile, "I didn't expect Mr. McClain to be not only powerful, but also so funny."

At the door, Harry and Hermione were silent with different expressions. They didn't know how to explain the situation just now.

At this time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and Ludo Bagman walked into the room. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward, greeting Hermione as he went along.

"It's so bizarre!" He squeezed Harry's arm vigorously, and muttered in a low voice, "Absolutely too bizarre! Gentlemen... Ma'am—"

He went to the fireside, and said to Fleur and Maca: "Permit me to introduce - as strange as it may seem - this is the third warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter! And this one, It's...the fourth champion, yes, the fourth, she's Hermione Granger!"

"Yes, I saw it just now." Maca waved his hand casually.

Hearing Bagman say the same thing, Fleur couldn't help but frown.

"It's obviously a mistake," she told Bagman haughtily. "She can't play, neither can they—they're too young."

"Yeah...it's really surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and said with a smile, "But, you also know that the age restriction was only implemented this year as an extra security measure, since their names changed from Sprayed out of the goblet...I mean, I don't think getting cold feet is allowed now that we've gotten to this point. The rules are very clear, and you must abide by them—Harry will do his best."

"Of course, so does Miss Granger." He finally seemed to think of Hermione, and added in passing.

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large group of people rushed in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Orson, Mrs. Maxime, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, the buzzing voices of hundreds of students in the auditorium next door poured into Harry and Hermione's ears.

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur strode towards her principal and shouted loudly, "They said that these two children will also participate in the competition!"

"child?"

Although Harry felt incredible and his brain was numb, he also felt a flash of anger in his heart. But Hermione just lowered her head and clenched her hands tightly, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Madame Maxime straightened her burly figure. Her head even touched the chandelier full of candles, and her huge breasts in black satin heaved violently.

"What on earth does this mean, Dumbledore?" She said arrogantly, "Mr. McLean is nothing more than that. His strength gives us no reason to prevent him from participating in this competition, but..."

"I'd also like to know what's going on with two warriors from Hogwarts?" Professor Orson of Durmstrang couldn't help asking, but Maca secretly handed him He gave a look that doesn't speak.

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