Chapter 163 The Interest Named "Fairness"

"I'd also like to know what's going on with two warriors from Hogwarts?" Professor Orson of Durmstrang couldn't help asking.

"I think this can only be blamed on Potter and Greg—" Snape was about to say something, but when he looked at Hermione, he subconsciously glanced at Maca, "Well... I mean Yes, don't blame Dumbledore, there must be something wrong here."

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore nodded, but kept his eyes on Harry and Hermione.

Unlike Hermione who always kept her head down and said nothing, Harry, who had always been quite stubborn about such things, was also looking at Dumbledore, trying to understand the eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses.

"Have you cast your names into the Goblet of Fire, Harry? Hermione?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"No." Harry answered firmly and immediately.

Harry was well aware that everyone was watching him closely, especially Snape, who made an impatient sound of disbelief from the shadows.

"Have you asked your older classmates to help you put your names into the Goblet of Fire?" Professor Dumbledore continued to ask, ignoring Snape's small voice.

"No." Harry said excitedly.

"Ah, he must be lying!" Madame Maxime exclaimed, "You see, this Miss Granger has been afraid to speak, she must--".

"I do not have!"

Hermione seemed to explode due to excessive emotional suppression, and she let out a piercing cry that was almost screaming, which made Madam Maxime frown uncontrollably.

Snape shook his head, but he didn't speak.

"There's no way he could have crossed that age line," snapped Professor McGonagall, "and I'm sure we all agree on that—"

"Dumbledore's line must be wrong." Madam Maxime said, shrugging her shoulders. "Or should we listen to the opinion of the only person here who has broken the age limit head-on?"

Snape also looked towards Maca.

Seeing her mentioning himself, Maca was silent for a moment, and then said: "It might be a good idea to ask others to help put in the note..."

Madame Maxim raised her eyebrows,

But Maca continued.

"...But let me say something, I have been with Mr. Potter and Miss Granger for so long, at least I don't think they will do such a thing."

He emphasized his tone: "Especially Miss Granger, she has always been the most disciplined student among the students, she definitely can't do this kind of cheating..."

Dumbledore glanced at Maca with his deep eyes, and then said calmly: "Madame Maxime and Mr. McLean are both right. I personally believe Miss Granger and Mr. Potter, but I have to say I made a mistake with that line, and it's not impossible..."

"Dumbledore, you know you're not mistaken!" Professor McGonagall said angrily. "How absurd that is! Harry and Hermione couldn't have crossed that line by themselves, they don't have ma... McLean Such strength, sir! And as McLean believes, Harry and Hermione didn't persuade the seniors to do it for him, and I think everyone else should believe that too!"

She gave Professor Snape a very angry look.

"Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagman," Madam Maxime changed the subject and threw the question to the two officials of the Ministry of Magic, "You two are also members of the jury, what do you think? Thinking about it, this is obviously not in line with the rules."

Madame Maxim's way of speaking was very tactful, but her intentions were very clear.

Bagman didn't know what to say. He wiped his round baby face with a handkerchief and looked at Mr. Crouch.

Mr. Crouch stood outside the light circle of the fire, his face half hidden in shadow. He looked a little weird, and the black shadow on his side made him look a lot older, almost like a skeleton.

But when he spoke, his voice was as harsh as ever.

"We must abide by the statute. It is clearly stipulated in the statute that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Hey, Batty has memorized the regulations by heart." Bagman said, with a smile on his face, and looked back at Mrs. Maxim, as if the matter had been satisfactorily resolved.

"But it's not fair—there are two warriors in Hogwarts!" Madam Maxim said, looking at Maca again, and hurriedly said, "We also want to increase the number of warriors! It must be so—— "

First there was the powerful Maca to participate in the competition, and this time Hogwarts produced two more warriors. This was really unfavorable to Beauxbatons. Madam Maxime was obviously already anxious.

"But Madam Maxim, I'm afraid this won't work," Bagman said. "The Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished, and it won't be rekindled until the next Tournament—there must be no way to increase the number of candidates this time."

Maca knew that it couldn't go on like this. To be honest, he didn't care who the winner of the Triwizard Tournament would be. What he cared about was whether his plan could be successfully completed.

The more people there are, the greater the variables will be, which is definitely not conducive to the progress of the plan.

"I think it's better to take a step back - canceling Miss Granger's status as a warrior is the most appropriate result. This will not only help maintain the fairness of the three-final match, but also calm the anger in the hearts of other students, won't it?"

However, Madam Maxim continued to persevere as if she had seized some opportunity, hoping to get more opportunities for Beauxbatons.

"Don't be hypocritical, McLean!" A voice by the door roared, "You are just a warrior now, not a member of the referee team... I said, they all have to participate in the competition, which is bound by the magic contract! "

Moody had just entered the room now. He limped toward the fire, making a loud thump, thump, thump every time the prosthetic leg of his right foot hit the ground.

Maca frowned, glanced at him coldly, and said impatiently: "Moody, is there any business for you here? Just take care of what you should do!"

Harry gave Maca a complicated look.

This is the second time he has seen Maca showing such a domineering side, the last time was at the Quidditch World Cup final. To be honest, he was not used to such Maca.

On the other side, Moody also looked back at Maca forcefully, and he said softly: "What should I do and what should I do, I know...someone put Potter's name in that goblet, he knows If the name gets sprayed, Porter has to play."

"Obviously, that person wants to give Hogwarts two chances!" Madam Maxime said.

"If anyone has reason to complain, it's Potter and Granger," said Moody gruffly, "but... funny, I didn't hear a word from them..."

"Why is he complaining?" said Fleur Delacour, stamping her foot. "He's got a chance to play, hasn't he? We've been hoping for weeks that we'd be chosen! Glory to our school." ! There is also a bonus of 1,000 Galleons and mysterious magic items-this opportunity is something that many people only dream of!"

"Perhaps someone wanted Potter to die for it." Moody avoided Hermione altogether, a hint of growl in his tone.

After Moody finished speaking, there was an extremely tense silence.

Ludo Bagman looked very anxious, his body was bouncing up and down uncomfortably, and he said, "Moody, you old man...how can you say such a thing!"

"Mr. Bagman, how do you think he retired? He is not normal now, and his mind is full of these conspiracy theories." Maca pouted.

"There are people who will use purely harmless activities to achieve their own goals," Moody continued. "My job is to think about things in the way of dark wizards...McLean, although I don't know what Fudge is thinking , but if I hadn’t retired, I would never have let you leave safely at the World Cup.”

"Alastor!" Dumbledore warned.

That was the real name of "Mad-Eye"—Alastor Moody, but most people who knew him used the nickname "Mad-Eye" and few people would call him by his real name anymore.

"How this situation came about, we don't know." Dumbledore also seemed to feel that he could no longer argue endlessly, and he said to everyone gathered in the room, "But it seems to me that we have nothing but Accept it, there is no choice. Both Harry and Hermione were chosen to compete. Therefore, they must..."

"Ah, but Dumbledore—"

"My dear Madame Maxime, if you have another solution, I am all ears."

Maca looked at Hermione, and saw that she was drooping her head again and said nothing, so she shook her head slightly, and closed her opened mouth again.

Some plans must be carried forward, and it is not yet time - what he said just now is enough, if he continues to make trouble, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes.

Dumbledore waited, but Madame Maxime didn't speak, she just stared angrily.

And she wasn't the only one showing dissatisfaction. Snape also looked annoyed; Professor Orson just looked at Maca's back and said nothing; but Bagman seemed very excited.

"Okay, let's continue?" Bagman said, rubbing his hands together, and looking at the people in the room with a smile, "I'm going to teach our warriors, right? Barty, it's up to you Bar?"

Mr. Crouch seemed suddenly to come out of deep thought, and he stepped forward a few steps into the circle of the fire.

He looked very haggard. There are two deep shadows under the eyes, and the wrinkled skin is as transparent as paper. You know, he wasn't like that at the Quidditch World Cup.

"Okay," he said, "Guide. Yes...first project..."