Chapter 131: A Gathering of Death Eaters?
Hearing Dumbledore's words, Malfoy was completely dumbfounded. He stood there in a daze, his brain in an overloaded state.
He was obviously the warrior, how could he suddenly become his father? !
It felt like marrying a wife, the wedding was already held, and when it was just about to happen in the evening, Dumbledore, who was presiding over the wedding, told Malfoy:
"This is your stepmother - your father Lucius's wife - your father is going to enter the bridal chamber."
Malfoy couldn't accept this. Even his biological father couldn't compete with him for his wife... Ah, grab the warrior!
Other teachers also came over and looked at the parchment that was burned to the point that only the name was left. It was indeed written on it - Lucius Malfoy.
Everyone felt absurd for a while. Lucius Malfoy had graduated many years ago, so how could his name appear in the Goblet of Fire?
Professor McGonagall asked in confusion, "Did someone put his name in?"
Dumbledore immediately looked at Malfoy and asked calmly:
"Malfoy, did you put your father's name in the Goblet of Fire?"
"No... no." Malfoy stammered, "I wrote my own name."
No matter how stupid he was, he couldn't write his father's name on the "marriage certificate".
But under the gaze of everyone, Malfoy suddenly became a little unconfident. Did he really write Lucius?
Karkaroff narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen through everything. With a cold smile on his face, he said sarcastically:
"Hogwarts is going to let this kind of adult wizard who has graduated for a long time compete with my students as a warrior?
In order to win, your school really does everything!"
"This behavior is indeed unfair." Maxim echoed: "I will never let my students compete with such wizards!"
"Of course we won't do this." Dumbledore said politely: "This matter will be investigated thoroughly..."
The principal's words are still Before he finished speaking, the flame in the Goblet of Fire turned red again, and then, a more dramatic scene appeared:
Seven or eight pieces of parchment shot out of the Goblet of Fire like bullets and fell into Dumbledore's hands. The old man stared at the burnt pieces of paper and read them one by one:
"Holden Goyle, Joeyne Crabbe, Amycus Carrow, Alecto Carrow, Sean Nott, Little Ada Avery..."
Karkaroff felt ridiculous at this moment, because those names were all his "old colleagues"!
For a moment, he suddenly felt that this was not the Triwizard Tournament, but a gathering of Death Eaters.
Moody also realized this. He didn't say anything, but just let out a harsh sneer.
Interesting!
If he had known that Hogwarts was so exciting, he would have retired earlier to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Isn't this more interesting than being an Auror in the Ministry of Magic? !
Snape stood at the back of the crowd, staring at everyone's expressions, trying to figure out who did this.
Draco Malfoy certainly couldn't have been it, could it be Lucius... but he couldn't have sneaked into Hogwarts to do such a thing without being discovered by Dumbledore.
It couldn't be the Dark Lord himself, could it?
Or... Snape stared at Dumbledore, who was confused, with a suspicious look, and his strange mood was inexplicable.
His intuition told him that this matter was inseparable from this old man.
Many young wizards were confused, and the surnames of these people were familiar, but Hogwarts didn't seem to have these students.
At this time, the Goblet of Fire, which had been silent for a moment, burst into sparks again, and a long tongue of fire suddenly jumped into the air, holding up a piece of parchment.
Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand and grabbed the parchment. He breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"It seems normal. The champion of Hogwarts is--"
Everyone stared at the headmaster intently when they heard this. He read aloud:
"--Rolf Scamander!"
Finally hearing a familiar name, the students all looked at the Hufflepuff table.
Every Hufflepuff student was jumping up and down, screaming and stamping their feet, congratulating Rolf.
Rolf stood up calmly, first glanced at Shirley and Hermione in the distance, then looked at Dumbledore tacitly, and walked towards the room in the distance amid applause.
He quickly passed through the crowd, pushed the door open, and entered the room.
The room was small, with only a few torches lit, but the fire in the fireplace was also flickering, illuminating the room.
There were also many portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides. All of them turned to look at Rolf, and when they saw him come in, they began to whisper quietly.
Some portraits left quickly, as if to inform others who the champion of Hogwarts was.
Krum leaned against the mantel, hunched over and closed his eyes to rest. When he saw Rolf, he was about to go up and talk to him, but Fleur had already walked over before him.
Fleur came over, shook her long silver hair like a waterfall, and said happily:
"Rolf, I knew that the champion of Hogwarts must be you."
"It's me, but it's not just me." Rolf shrugged and sighed, "There seems to be some small problems with the Goblet of Fire."
He quickly talked about what happened in the hall just now. Fleur and Krum looked at each other in disbelief after listening.
At this time, the door was opened again, and Shirley and Hermione walked in lightly.
Fleur already knew that there was a problem with the Goblet of Fire, so she asked tentatively:
"You two also became warriors?"
Shirley walked up to Luo Fei, nodded slightly and said, "Yes."
For a moment, everyone fell silent, and the room fell into silence, but this silence did not last long. A large group of people opened the door and crowded in:
Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Karkaroff, Maxim, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.
Harry and Ron were caught in the middle of the crowd.
Ludo Bagman shouted: "It's so bizarre! It's absolutely bizarre! There are so many warriors, many of whom have graduated for many years!
The Triwizard Tournament has been held for seven hundred years, and this is the first time such a bizarre thing has happened, right? ! "
Madame Maxime straightened her tall body, her head touched the chandelier filled with candles, and her huge breasts wrapped in black satin rose and fell violently.
"It's bizarre, so what does it mean, Dumbledore?"
"I want to know too, ma'am," said Dumbledore, "but before we discuss that, I'd like to ask you to read this - I just got it from the Goblet of Fire - but for fear of causing confusion, I didn't read it in public. ”
The professors leaned over and gasped when they looked at the burnt note in Dumbledore's hand.
I saw it clearly written above:
Tom Marvolo Riddle!
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