Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 162: Unexpected 4th person

When the flame in the goblet turned red again, with a burst of sparks splashing around, the tongue of flames jumped high into the air, and the third piece of parchment was thrown high in the flames.

Dumbledore reached out to take it, held it far away, and looked at the name on the note.

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

Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and said aloud--

"Warrior of Hogwarts," he exclaimed, "It's Harry Potter!"

There was no applause.

A buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were singing. Some students also stood up, seeming to want to take a good look at Harry, and Harry sat stiffly in his seat, as if frozen.

Compared with Maca, who broke through the age line in front of the public, the appearance of Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire is really hard for everyone to accept.

Among them, Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff College stood up suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

Professor McGonagall stood up in the main guest seat, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Orson, whispering eagerly in Professor Dumbledore’s ear, Dumbledore listened, slightly Frowned.

Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione. He saw that the classmates at the long Gryffindor table behind them all opened their mouths and stared at him.

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

They were also at a loss, staring at him blankly.

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

At this moment, he was standing in the doorway of the next room, glanced at Professor Moody in the main guest seat seemingly, and then returned his gaze to Dumbledore.

In the main guest seat, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

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

"Go," Hermione urged in a low voice, pushing Harry gently.

Harry stood up, stepped on the bottom of his robe, stumbled slightly.

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

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

The buzzing discussion grew louder and louder.

However, something unexpected happened to everyone-the flame in the goblet turned red again! Sparks burst out cracklingly, and a long tongue of fire suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was raised on it.

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

Harry was only halfway there, however, he didn't even know whether he should go on. For a moment, he seemed to have been hit by a whole body restraint curse, and he stayed on the spot in a daze.

Dumbledore raised the parchment note far away again, without a trace of expression on his face, making it difficult to see what he was thinking.

After a long time, even longer than the time it took to report Harry's name for the third time, Dumbledore finally shouted out today's fourth name--

"Hermione Granger."

Different from Harry's treatment just now, when Hermione's name rang, the audience was silent-everyone was stunned by this additional candidate.

No one expected that there would be a fourth brave!

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

This accident that made the audience mute, but even he didn't have the slightest preparation for it.

Voldemort was angry, but the inexplicable failure that year had to deal with Harry-he knew it, and even Harry was chosen as the third warrior and his contribution was in it.

However, he never heard that there will be a fourth candidate!

"Why Hermione?"

Undoubtedly, the fact that the Goblet of Fire threw a note with Hermione's name must have meant Voldemort. Apart from that, Maca couldn't think anyone would do this.

However, why did Voldemort do this? What good is this for him?

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

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

Hermione looked left and right at a loss, her long, unkempt brown hair was tossed helplessly, her gaze seemed out of focus, her expression flustered and blank.

If Harry was frightened just now, then Hermione was completely unable to accept this fact.

When Hermione was a Muggle girl, she was used to abide by all the rules and regulations, and any violation of the rules would make her unbearable. Even when she first entered Hogwarts, she was so persistent.

Only under the influence of someone, she occasionally ignores the rules and puts her own values ​​first. But in peacetime, she still habitually abides by the school rules and follows the rules as much as possible.

But now, when an incident that was nearly 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 didn't put her name in the goblet-but she didn't know how to say it.

The arrogant girl who was able to talk in daily life is now completely a stuffy pot.

"Come here, please!" Dumbledore shouted at Harry, who was stopped on the way, and Hermione, whose eyes were confused.

Hermione didn't know how she got to Dumbledore, 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 to that door." Dumbledore said this without a smile on his face.

Harry and Hermione walked along the dean's desk together.

Hagrid was sitting on the far left. He didn't blink, wave, or say hello to Harry as usual. He seemed completely stunned, just staring at the two of them passing in front of him like others.

They passed through that door and out of the auditorium, and found themselves in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides. In the fireplace opposite him, the fire was burning vigorously.

And Maca, who was standing by the door just now, has returned to the room. At this moment, he is standing in front of the fireplace with Fleur Delacour of Boothbarton, talking differently. Talking.

When Harry and the others walked in, Fleur Delacour turned her head and shook 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 his eyebrows, and said faintly: "No, they are also warriors, Hogwarts."

"...oh?" Fleur pulled back the silver hair tips that fell to her ears, and then smiled gracefully, "I didn't expect Mr. McLean not only to be strong, 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 moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and Ludo Bagman walked into the room. He grabbed Harry by the arm, pulled him forward, and greeted Hermione by the way.

"It's weird!" He squeezed Harry's arm hard and muttered in a low voice, "It's absolutely weird! Two gentlemen...madam--"

He walked to the fireside and said to Fleur and Maca: "Allow me to introduce-although this seems incredible-this is the third warrior in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter! And this One is... the fourth warrior, yes, the fourth, she is Hermione Granger!"

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

Furong couldn't help frowning when he heard Bagman say the same.

"This is obviously a mistake," she said proudly to Bagman, "she can't compete, neither of them can—they are too young."

"Yeah...it is really surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and smiled with a smile. "But, you also know ~IndoMTL.com~The age limit is an additional safety measure, which was only implemented this year. Yes, since their names are squirting out of the goblet... I mean, I think that since this point has been reached, they are not allowed to escape. The regulations are very clearly written, and you must comply-Harry wants Do his best."

"Of course, Miss Granger is the same." He seemed to think of Hermione at last, and added incidentally.

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large crowd rushed in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Orson, Mrs. Maxim, Professor McGonagall, and Snape professor.

Before Professor McGonagall walked up the door, the buzzing of hundreds of students in the auditorium next door rushed into Harry and Hermione's ears.

"Mrs. Maxim!" Furong said loudly as she strode towards her principal, "They said these two children will also participate in the competition!"

"Children?"

Although Harry felt unbelievable and his brain was numb, he felt a trace of anger passing through his heart. But Hermione just lowered her head, her hands clasped tightly together, like a lamb to be slaughtered at will.

Mrs. Maxim straightened her burly and tall body. Her head even touched a chandelier full of candles, and her huge breast in black satin clothes undulated violently.

"What the **** does this mean, Dumbledore?" She said arrogantly, "Mr. McLean, his strength gives us no reason to prevent him from participating in this competition, but..."

"I also want to know. Hogwarts has two warriors. What's the matter?" Professor Orson of Durmstrang couldn't help but ask, but Maca secretly Give him a silent look.

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