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Chapter 711 Horus' Bolter, a Gift to the Emperor

"No, I don't agree."

Karkaroff said to Peter unhappily, "No matter what, the number of participants from Hogwarts exceeds that of our two schools. You will always be the winner. We are withdrawing from the Triwizard Tournament."

"It's just empty talk, Karkaroff!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the door, roaring at him: "You can't leave your warrior now. This is also in your favor. He must participate in the competition. Every chosen warrior must participate in the competition. Just like what Headmaster Dumbledore said, they have signed a magic contract, and every warrior cannot escape!"

Mad-Eye Moody said as he walked into the room.

He limped towards the crowd.

"Thum! Thug! Thumb!"

Every time his right foot landed, there was a loud thumping sound.

"favorable?"

Karkaroff glared at Mad-Eye Moody, "I have no idea what you mean or what you are talking about, Moody."

Harry, standing by, could see that Karkaroff was trying hard to sound more dismissive, as if he didn't care about what Moody said.

But Harry saw his hands.

Karkaroff's hands gave away his inner thoughts, and he clenched his hands into fists involuntarily.

"Yeah?"

Moody stared at him and said slowly, "It's very simple, Professor Karkaroff. Someone put Harry Potter's name into the goblet. The same thing happened to Raven, Tom, Mark, and Rocky. He knew that if these names were sprayed out, these students would have to participate in the competition."

"Obviously, the person who did this wanted to give Hogwarts five chances!"

Madame Maxime said angrily.

"I agree, Madame Maxime."

Karkaroff said, looking towards Peter, "Even if Mr. Padraic offered us an extra place, our chances are still less than Hogwarts."

Peter, who was standing next to them, listened to the discussion in silence.

He was very sure that, except for Harry, these naughty kids all put their own names in.

"If anyone here has reason to complain, it's Mr. Potter, and the Raven kids."

Moody said gruffly to Karkaroff.

Karkaroff sneered. "It's funny you say that, Moody. I didn't hear a word they said."

“Why are they complaining?”

Fleur Delacour also stood up, stamping her feet and saying to everyone: "They all have the opportunity to participate in the competition, don't they? Since we knew that the competition was held, we have always hoped that we would be selected to win glory for our respective schools, as well as prize money and honor. This opportunity is what many people dream of!"

"Perhaps someone wants Potter, Raven, Rocky, Tom and Mark to die for this."

Moody looked at her with dissatisfaction, with a hint of growl in his tone.

After he finished speaking, everyone fell into a tense silence.

Ludo Bagman looked a little anxious. He looked at Moody and said, "Moody, you old man... you shouldn't say that. No one wants to murder anyone in this game. It's very safe. Besides, Mr. Padraic is here."

Karkaroff stepped forward and sneered, "We all know that if Professor Moody doesn't discover that several people are trying to murder him before the end of dinner, he will feel that the whole day has been wasted."

Karkaroff said loudly: "Apparently, he is now teaching his students to be suspicious and always think that someone is trying to murder them. I think it is rare for a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts to have such thoughts. I think... Headmaster Dumbledore, perhaps you have your own considerations?"

"Why, you think I'm making this up?"

Moody roared at him, "I have a feeling that the person who threw the names of these underage children into the goblet must be a powerful wizard."

"Really? But, Moody, what evidence do you have for this?"

Madame Maxime cast a suspicious look towards Moody and asked him with a frown.

"No evidence is needed, everything is obvious because they deceived a Goblet of Fire with a very powerful spell!"

Moody's face showed a serious look. "To deceive Dumbledore's Goblet of Fire and make it forget that only three champions can be selected to participate in the tournament, it requires a particularly powerful Confounding Charm... I think they must have put the names of Potter, Raven, Rocky, Tom, and Mark in it to ensure that these students will definitely be selected."

"You seem to be quite concerned about this, Moody."

Karkaroff said coldly, "But this is just your conjecture."

Although he said so, he also began to doubt whether there was really a mastermind behind it.

The biggest suspect is Peter Patrick.

After all, those who were chosen were his children.

"Actually, I think Mr. Padrick's suggestion is very good."

Seeing that Moody and the others wanted to continue arguing, Dumbledore stood up and said to everyone, "I think we can expand the scale."

Madame Maxime looked at him. "But Dumbledore."

"My dear Madame Maxime, if you have any other ideas, I am all ears."

Hearing what Dumbledore said, Madame Maxime had no choice but to glare at him angrily.

Seeing that no one objected, Peter stood up and said to everyone, "Very good, now that we have reached an agreement, let's discuss the improvement of the project. As the number of members increases, the competition items must also be changed accordingly."

Bagman seemed quite excited. He rubbed his hands and said, "Of course, now that you are the main sponsor, Mr. Padraic, we must listen to your opinions."

Then Dumbledore and the teachers followed Peter out, leaving only a few warriors at the scene staring at each other.

"Well, we are rivals, Mark." Harry whispered to Mark, "But you have to believe me, I definitely didn't put my name in it."

At this moment, Harry's mind was in a mess, and he felt as if his entire brain had been robbed.

"I know, and I believe you, Harry."

Mark said with a guilty conscience.

He believed that Harry had not put his name in, but he had indeed put his name in, and used a magical item bought from Knockturn Alley to conceal his true age.

But now, after listening to Moody's words, Mark felt that someone must have used a higher-level Confusion Spell to ensure that the Goblet of Fire would choose himself, Raven and the others.

Who is it?

Mark turned his gaze towards Raven, Tom, and Loki.

Among these brothers and sisters, who tampered with the Goblet of Fire? !

late at night.

After Peter finished discussing the competition projects with Dumbledore and others, he returned to the guest room prepared by Hogwarts to rest.

As it was already too late, Peter decided to take a rest for a night and then take Diana and the others back to the farm tomorrow.

As soon as I entered the room, there was a knock on the door.

"Emperor Father, are you there?"

The voice of little Horus sounded outside the door.

Peter opened the door and looked at little Horus standing outside in surprise.

"Horus, why aren't you asleep so late?"

"I can't sleep, Emperor Dad."

Little Horus got a Gryffindor scarf from somewhere, tied it around his neck, and his breath turned into hot air.

"Emperor Dad, I developed a bolt pistol."

After entering the door, little Horus immediately handed Peter his latest developed bolt pistol.

"Uh"

Holding the cold, oddly shaped pistol, Peter fell silent.

This kid created a classic weapon from the Warhammer world so quickly?

"Did you develop this yourself, Horus?"

Peter asked him, holding the bolter.

He remembered that in the original world line, Horus had another weapon - the Claw of Horus.

It is a large Lightning Claw. This weapon has long and sharp silver blade claws, and all five fingers are sharp blades. An early unique model of storm bolter is fixed from the wrist to the knuckles, and two ammunition belts feed the bolter from the right side.

I wonder if this kid can research the "Claw of Horus".

"No, it's not me. Bakugo and Wei also helped me a lot. Emperor Dad, this is a gift from us together to you."

Little Horus said that this was a gift given to Peter by the three of them together, and he did not keep the result for himself.

"Although I can't wave a wand and cast magic like Sister Raven and the others, and I can't participate in the Triwizard Tournament, but the bolter is my weapon. I will use it to protect my father, the Emperor."

Little Horus said solemnly.

"Well, I believe you can do it."

Peter nodded, looking at the first bolter born in the DC world and the Hogwarts world, "I like it very much."

Casting his eyes toward the night outside, Peter reached out and stroked the head of little Horus, and said to him, "Let's go outside and test his power."

The next second, Peter quickly withdrew his hand.

I can't keep touching this kid's head.

Otherwise, if the other person becomes a bald man like in his previous life, it would be my fault.

"Okay, Dad."

Little Horus was unaware of Peter's complaints and excitedly followed Peter's steps.

At the entrance to the forbidden forest, the moon cast a layer of silver-gray on the ground.

Peter raised his bolter and fired at the big tree in the forest.

The ammunition, which contained a large amount of explosive power, slammed into the tall trees.

There was a loud bang and a deafening sound.

The big tree was directly hit in half and broke, and other trees nearby were also affected, with branches breaking and falling down with a crash.

Dust rose up and spread outward.

Seeing the power of the grenade launcher, little Horus' eyes sparkled with excitement.

Peter held the bolter in his hand, a look of astonishment on his face.

He was not shocked by the power of the grenade launcher, but by the "groan" made by a human.

(End of this chapter)