A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 382: Argument

"Ronald Weasley," Dumbledore called again.

Ron was completely taken aback. He couldn't help but wonder if there was another freshman named "Ronald" in the school, but he was the only Weasley.

Soon, he stood up excitedly, I am a warrior, I am a warrior!

He pulled Hermione who was stunned, walked to Harry with a happy smile on his face, and whispered to him: "You are really good, brother! I thought you left me , how did you do it, did you use the invisibility cloak at night? Honestly, you should have woken me up, I haven't seen it yet..."

"I didn't put a single note in!" said Harry angrily. He couldn't help but get angry, why couldn't Ron see that he didn't do anything?

"There... you three, go through that door," said Dumbledore, without a smile on his face.

There was a lot of discussion in the auditorium, which made Harry very upset. He just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and go to a quiet corner to think about things. He strode away without hesitation, as if to leave his troubles behind, Hermione followed him, worried Ron walked last, he deliberately slowed down, chest straight, like the big man he imagined in his mind Walking, the only regret is that there is not much applause in the auditorium.

Harry pushed open the door. He had been peering in with his neck stretched out on his seat before, but now he finally saw it. It was a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides. When they entered, a crumpled witch left her picture frame and whispered to the wizard in the portrait next door. Below the portrait, there were six or seven spacious sofas, which reminded him of the Rune Club, and the fire was burning vigorously in the fireplace directly opposite.

Harry realized that something was wrong, this place was obviously not a place for thinking, fifteen pairs of eyes looked over at the same time, at this moment, their eyes made Harry feel suffocated. Ron pushed behind him, poked his head out with a smile, "What are you waiting for, Harry? Do you want them to take another look at the youngest warrior?"

"Shut up!" Harry said, but it was too late. On the sofa a few steps away, that Veela-like girl who might be called "Fleur" raised her delicate face, Looking at them in surprise, "Are you warriors?"

"I..."

Without waiting for Harry to answer, she turned her head and flicked her bright silver hair. Harry sniffed the scent that hit his face, choking on what he was about to say. He heard Fleur say in one direction: " Cedric, your students are really good at joking..."

It was only then that Harry realized that the three Hogwarts warriors were sitting opposite Fleur. Cedric smiled at him: "What's the matter? We can't hear clearly inside, and it's a mess outside."

Harry found that he suddenly lost the ability to speak, especially when facing the three Hogwarts warriors, it felt like Snape had cast the Locktongue Curse behind his back.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps behind them, and Ludo Bagman ran over, "Why are you blocking the door?" Both Ernest and Hermione crowded into the room, the heat of the room blowing in your face.

"It's so bizarre!" Bagman squeezed Harry's arm vigorously, dragged him to the center of the room, looked around, as if reciting a classic drama line, "absolutely too bizarre! Gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce, although it seems unbelievable, this is the sixth group of warriors of the Tournament!"

He didn't seem to realize that everyone was staring at him, and he waved to Hermione and Ron who were still standing at the door, "Come here, what an anecdote! There are your seniors here, you guys We should get to know each other well"

Ron pulled Hermione and was thrown away by her, so he walked over alone, straightened up, he was now dizzy, and every corner of his body was filled with great joy. He suddenly wanted to raise his wand and say the Patronus spell, and he felt that he would succeed, he was a warrior! This was a scene he had never seen from the Mirror of Erised when he was in the first grade.

But Fu Rong's words poured cold water on him

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bagman," Fleur said, "Is there something wrong? They can't compete. They are too young. Two little boys, plus a little girl."

Harry, who was looking around from the corner of his eye, saw Cedric's confused expression, and Krum's frowning, gloomy expression beside the fire. Not sure, Biers opened his mouth wide, and the three warriors of Waggadu were staring at him, but when he heard Fu Rong's words, he still felt a gleam of anger in his heart.

Little boy?

At this time, a large group of footsteps approached, and the door was knocked open with a "bang". Mrs. Maxime's tall and burly body walked in, followed by a group of principals and a sickly looking Barty Crouch .

"What the **** does that mean, Dumbledore?" she said angrily, her head almost touching the chandelier of chandelier hanging from the ceiling, which contained the magic lamp, and when she stood upright, blocked a There was a lot of light, and the room immediately darkened.

"I'd like to know that too, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, with a icy smile on his face and a chill in his eyes.

The other principals were full of anger, ready to attack at any time.

There is another scene in the auditorium

Felix squatted halfway, looking carefully at the extinguished Goblet of Fire. It looked as if a poor carpenter had cut it casually, and the tool he used was an inappropriate axe. nothing.

But he looked very seriously, and the light in his eyes kept flickering.

"Did you see anything, Felix?" Flitwick asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with the Goblet of Fire?"

"It's easy to come to this conclusion. The question is, who did it and how." Felix said softly, "That's not what I'm most worried about. The unique two groups of warriors... may not be a good thing. "

Flitwick looked at him hesitantly, "Dumbledore will take care of it, won't he?"

At this time, the auditorium was chaotic and disturbing, and many professors spontaneously maintained order, "Prefects, take responsibility." Professor Sprout said loudly, "The principals will discuss a result, and we Just wait."

"Not waiting!" said a grumpy voice.

Professor Sprout turned around and looked at the limping man in amazement, "Professor Moody...?"

Moody also remained in the auditorium.

He walked past Professor Sprout, the magic eye rolling wildly in its socket, staring at the hustle and bustle of students in the auditorium.

"Quiet!" he yelled, "Listen to me now," he paced among the crowd, his wooden crutches made a dull sound of "duk-duk", "something happened, your principal has something more important I have to deal with some things for him, and I have to ask for him."

He raised his head, scanned the crowd with both eyes, and said softly: "I know, some of you don't take the usual path, or you are afraid of losing face... Anyway, you chose to sign up at night... in the dead of night When... you thought it was only you, but there was a sneaky figure hidden in the darkness, I am absolutely sure that some of you saw him... those places that you felt were unusual, things that were different from usual... weird shadows , Unreasonable reflection, think about it, and then tell me."

In a disturbing commotion, the little wizards looked left and right. In the crowd, a little Hufflepuff wizard raised his hand tremblingly.

"It's you? It's you! Boy, what did you find?"

Moody strode over, put one arm around the little wizard, lowered his head and asked. The little wizard was terrified and tried to keep himself away from Moody's false eyes.

"Professor Moody, you seem to have frightened him." Felix said, at some point, he stood beside Moody, looking at him indistinctly.

"You're right, Professor Haip." Moody smacked his lips, and a smile appeared on his scarred face, looking even more terrifying.

But he took a few steps back to make room.

Felix saved the little wizard from Moody, and asked gently: "What's your name? What grade?"

"O, Owen Caldwell, sir." The little wizard stammered, "I am in the first grade."

Felix smiled, "You can call me Professor Haipu, then, Mr. Caldwell, did you go out for a night tour last night? As a freshman, you are quite courageous, tell me what you saw? "

"It's not a night tour, Professor Haip," Owen emphasized. Seeing that Moody lowered his head again, and the terrifying face was getting closer and closer to him, he quickly closed his eyes, "I think I went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Eleanor told me that she, she is my friend... But on the way back, I thought, the Goblet of Fire is in the hall, I can go and see...Professor, I never thought of violating school rules."

"Well, I know, what did you see?" Felix asked the point.

"I, I saw... I saw..." He faltered, his eyes suddenly opened wide, "Principal of Durmstrang!"

The auditorium was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

"That's impossible! He's lying!" said a Durmstrang student indignantly.

"I didn't!" The little wizard named Owen blushed and shouted loudly, "I saw his beard, a beard like a goat! Sneaking out of the hall!"

"Well done, kid." Moody grinned a terrible smile, and dragged Owen to the room next to the auditorium, "I need your testimony, let's see what they have to say!"

Felix followed behind, thinking to himself, he is not as optimistic as Moody, and there is probably a lot of noise inside.

Sure enough, they heard Karkaroff's voice as soon as they opened the door

"Rules? Unfair rules! I insist that my students re-enroll, and of course other schools, anyway, this time to exclude Hogwarts!"

"But Karkaroff, I'm afraid it won't work," Bagman said anxiously, "The Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished, and it won't be rekindled until the next Tournament"

"Durmstrang will never participate in the next Tournament!" Karkaroff was furious, walking up and down the narrow room, his silver-white fur cloak making loud noises. Feng Sheng, "Then, I propose to let go of the restraint on Durmstrang's students, the part of black magic..."

"Karkaroff, we have negotiated"

"Are you discussing with me? Didn't you have enough meetings before, what did you get in exchange? Shameful cheating! I really want to leave now!"

"Are you shouting "Stop thief, Karkaroff!" Moody growled, "All warriors must participate in the competition, as Dumbledore said, it is bound by the magic contract, unless you want to Your students are severely punished."

Karkaroff stared at him out of breath, his eyes were red, but he never mentioned the matter of leaving again, he turned his head and looked at the other three principals, "You are talking, I am the only one who objected here Is it?"

The little witch, the headmaster of Waggadu, spoke. She sat cross-legged on the sofa by the fireplace. Three warriors of Waggadu stood behind her. The broad-shouldered student blocked the fire from the fireplace. Strictly.

"I've heard for a long time that there is a tradition of cheating in the Tournament." She grinned and said, looking like a weird voodoo mother-in-law: "But I have always admired Principal Dumbledore, Since he said that he didn't cheat, someone else must have tampered with it"

"That's what I'm here for," said Moody gruffly. "Albus, I've brought a piece of evidence." The words in the auditorium were said again, and then he closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling constantly.

Harry looked at him from a distance, as if seeing himself once.

At this moment, things seemed to turn around. Everyone, including the three warriors of Durmstrang, turned their heads to look at Karkaroff. The principal had always been unpopular in the school.

"I, you, you are framing!" Karkaroff said in a panic.

"Then tell me why you appeared in the hall in the middle of the night?" Moody said harshly, "Don't try to deny it, I have one eye on you."

Karkaroff stood aside, looking annoyed, he turned to look at the other three principals, "What do you think?"

"Don't try to change the subject! Clear your suspicions before talking about others!" Moody roared.

"What do you think I'll do?" Karkaroff shouted, "I'm just cautious by nature and check it out habitually... Even if I want to cheat, I won't give Hogwarts some inexplicable first Two groups of warriors!"

These words made sense, and the principals nodded slightly. They all hoped that their warriors would win, and they would never act like an enemy and give other schools a second chance.

But Moody still insisted, "Maybe someone's purpose is not to win...that's right," he said with a hint of growl in his voice: "Maybe someone wants Potter to die for this, yes, among you Some people don't understand, what's the big deal about an ordinary little boy...but you understand his value, don't you, Karkaroff?"

His magic eye turned around, taking in the expressions of everyone in the room, and the only intact eye fixedly stared at Karkaroff, spit flying.

"Don't forget who you used to be, some scumbags will be scumbags forever~IndoMTL.com~you"

"Alastor!" Dumbledore looked at him sternly, and Moody smacked his lips and fell silent.

Like a wounded animal, Karkaroff suddenly lost all his strength and leaned against the wall involuntarily. "You are... a threat! Let me tell you, it's not me... there is no reason..."

Madam Maxim snorted loudly, she occupied a sofa by herself, and said: "I must remind you, it is already beside the point, I don't know what old grudges you have, but, our current focus How to deal with the second group of extra warriors at Hogwarts."

"These are minor problems." Felix said suddenly.

"Small problem? Small problem!?" Madame Maxime repeated his words angrily.

"That's right, a small problem... Please wait a moment, ma'am." Felix said, and he looked at Dumbledore: "Albus?"

Dumbledore looked up and met his gaze

In an instant, the light and shadow are distorted, and the world hangs upside down.