Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

"Ronald Weasley." Dumbledore called again.

Ron is completely dumbfounded. He couldn't help but wonder if there was still a new student named "Ronald" in the school, but he was the only one with the last name of Weasley.

Soon, he stood up excitedly, I am champion, I am champion!

He took Hermione in a stunned hand, and walked to Harry with a happy smile on his face, and bit his ear with him: "You can do it, brother! I thought you lost me. Now, how did you do it, did you use Invisibility Cloak at night? Honestly, you should have called me up, I haven’t seen it..."

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

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

The discussions spiritedly in the auditorium made Harry confused. 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 reluctance, as if to leave the troubles behind him, Hermione followed him closely, worried-Ron walked at the end, he deliberately slowed down and straightened his chest, like the great character he imagined in his mind Walking the same way, the only regret is that there is not much applause in the auditorium.

Harry pushed open the door. He was still curling his neck on his seat and looking inward, but now he finally saw it. This is a small room with wizard portraits hung on the walls on both sides. When they entered, a crumpled witch left his frame and whispered to the wizard in the portrait next door. Below the portrait, there are six or seven spacious sofas, reminding him of the Mowen Club. The fire in the fireplace directly opposite is thriving.

Harry realized that it was not good. It was obviously not a place for thinking. Fifteen pairs of eyes swept over. At this moment, their eyes made Harry feel suffocated. Ron pushed behind him and laughed out his head, "What are you waiting for, Harry? Do you want them to take a look at the youngest champion?"

"Shut up!" Harry Say, but everything is late, just a few steps away on the sofa, the girl who resembles Veela and may be called "Fleur" raised a refined face and looked at them in surprise, "Are you champion? "

"I..."

Without waiting for Harry to answer, she turned her head and flicked her bright silver hair. Harry sniffed the scent that came to his face and choked. When he was about to say something, he heard Fleur say in one direction: "Cedric, your students are really joking..."

Harry discovered that, opposite Fleur, three champions of Hogwarts were sitting. Cedric laughed at him: "What's the matter? We can't hear clearly inside, it's messy outside."

Harry found that he suddenly lost the ability to speak, especially in the face of the three champions of Hogwarts. At that time, it felt like Snape had chanted the tongue curse behind his back.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps behind them, and Ludo Bagman ran over, "Why are they all blocked at the door?" He said cheerfully, while taking the three of them-Harry , Ron and Hermione all squeezed into the room, the heat in the room assaults the senses.

"It's weird!" Bagman squeezed Harry's arm vigorously, dragged him to the middle of the room, looked all around, as if reading a classic drama line, "It's absolutely weird! Gentlemen... Ladies, please allow me to introduce-although this seems incredible-this is the sixth group champion of the competition!"

He didn't seem to realize that everyone was staring. Looking at him, each minding their own business toward Hermione and Ron beckons with the hand, who are still standing at the door, "Come here, it's a strange anecdote! There is also your Senior in it, you should get acquainted with—"

Ron pulled Hermione and she shook him away, so he walked over by himself and straightened his body. He was dizzy now, filled with great joy in every corner of his body. He suddenly wanted to lift up the wand and read the incantion of Patronus. He felt that he would be able to succeed. He was a champion! This is a scene he never saw in Mirror of Erised when he was in First Year.

But Fleur’s words poured cold water on him--

"Sorry, Mr. Bagman," Fleur said, "Is something wrong? They can’t compete. They are too old. I’m too young—two little boys, plus a little girl."

Harry, who was looking all around from the sidelines, even though his brain became a mess and all emotions were mixed—he saw At Cedric’s confused expression, Krum frowned beside the fire, his expression gloomy uncertain, Byers’ mouth opened wide, three Vagado champion glare like a tiger watching his prey-but when he heard Fleur’s words, he still felt A trace of anger crossed his mind.

Little boy?

At this time, a large group of footsteps approached, and the door was knocked open with a "peng" sound. Madam Maxime's tall and burly body walked in, followed by a string of headmasters and a sickly Stinchcombe Crouch.

"What the hell does this mean, Dumbledore?" she said angrily, almost touching the chandelier hanging from the ceiling with her head-the chandelier contained magic lights, when she stood upright , Blocking a large area of ​​light, the room immediately darkened.

"I want to know this too, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said, with a cold smile on his face and chills in his eyes.

The other headmasters were full of anger, ready to attack.

There is another scene in the auditorium——

Felix is ​​squatting, carefully examining the extinguished Goblet of Fire, it looks like a crappy carpenter casually It came out, and the tool used was an axe that was not suitable for the hand, and it didn't even have a complete arc.

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

"Do you see anything, Felix?" Flitwick whispered, "There is a problem with Goblet of Fire?"

"It is easy to come to this conclusion, the question is, yes Who and how?" Felix said softly, "This is not what I worry about the most. The two unique and unmatched champions...but not necessarily a good thing."

Flitwick looked at him hesitantly, "Dumbledore will solve it, won't you?"

At this time, the auditorium was noisy and disturbed, and many professors spontaneously maintained order. "Prefects, take the responsibility." Professor Sprout said loudly. "The headmasters will negotiate a result. We just have to wait."

"Not waiting!" said a grumpy voice.

Professor Sprout turned his head and looked at the limping man in astonishment, "Professor Moody......?"

Moody also stayed in the auditorium.

He crossed the Professor Sprout, the magic eye turned crazily in his eye socket, staring at the noisy students in the auditorium.

"Quiet!" He yelled, "Listen to me now." He paced among the crowd, and the wooden crutches made a dull sound of "boom", "Something happened, yours The headmaster has more important things to deal with, and there are some things I want to ask him clearly—"

He lifts the head, scanning the crowd with both eyes, and whispering: "I know, some of you , Do not take the usual path, or are afraid of embarrassment... In short, you have chosen to sign up at night... In the dead of night... You think you are only yourself, but there is a sneaky silhouette hidden in the darkness. I am extremely convinced that you Someone saw him... those places that you think are abnormal, things that are different from usual... weird shadows, unreasonable reflections, think about it, and then tell me."

In the disturbing commotion, the young wizards looked from left to right. In the crowd, a young wizard from Hufflepuff tremblingly raised his hand.

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

Moody strode over, holding the young wizard with one hand, and lowered his head to ask. The young wizard was frightened and tried to keep himself away from Moody's fake eyes.

"Professor Moody, you seem to scare him." Felix said. Sometime, he stood next to Moody and looked at him without a trace.

"You're right, Professor Haip." Moody smacked his lips, a smile on his bruised face, which looked even more terrifying.

But he stepped back a few steps to give up his position.

Felix rescued the young wizard from Moody, and asked gently: "What is your name? What grade?"

"O, Owen Caldwell, Sir." The young wizard stammered, "I read First Year."

Felix laughed, "You can call me Professor Haip, then, Mr. Caldwell, you went out for a night tour last night As a new student, you are not so courageous. Tell me about what you saw?"

"Not a night tour, Professor Haip," Irving emphasized, he saw Moody lower his head again, then The terrible face was getting closer to him, and he closed his eyes quickly, "I want to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. Eleanor told me that she and she are my friends... but on the way back, I thought, Goblet of Fire is in the hall, I can go and see... Professor, I never thought about breaking school rules."

"Well, I know, what did you see?" Felix Ask the key points.

"I, I saw... I saw..." He stunned, and suddenly opened his eyes, "Durmstrang's headmaster!"

The auditorium was so quiet that there was a needle Can hear it all.

"This is impossible! He is lying!" a Durmstrang student said indignantly.

"I didn't!" The young wizard named Owen flushed and yelled, "I saw his beard, a goat-like beard! Come out sneakily from the hall! "

"Good job, child." Moody grinned a terrifying smile and dragged Owen to the room next to the auditorium. "I need your testimony. See what they have to say!"

Felix followed behind, secretly pondering that he is not as optimistic as Moody, it is estimated that there has been a lot of noise inside.

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

"The regulations? Unfair regulations! I insist that my students re-register, of course there are others The school, in short, we will exclude Hogwarts this time!"

"But Karkaroff, I’m afraid this won’t happen," Bagman said uneasily. Rekindling--"

"The next championship, Durmstrang will never participate!" Karkaroff flies into a rage, walking around in the narrow room, his silver white Fur cloak brought out a loud wind, "Then, I propose to let go of the constraints on Durmstrang students, the part of dark magic..."

"Karkaroff, we negotiated it—"

"Did you discuss with me? Didn't have enough meetings before, what did you get in return? Shameful cheating! I just want to leave now!"

"You are thief crying , "Stop thief!" Karkaroff!" Moody roared, "All champions must participate in the competition, as Dumbledore said, this is subject to the magic contract unless you want your students to be severely punished. "

Karkaroff stared at him gasping for breath, eyes flushed, but he never mentioned leaving anymore, he turned his head and looked towards the other three headmasters, "You guys are talking, there is only Am I against it alone?"

Vagado’s headmaster-the little witch spoke, she sat cross-legged on the sofa by the fireplace, and three Vagado champions stood by her Behind him, the student with broad shoulders blocked the fire from the fireplace tightly.

"I’ve heard that there is always a tradition of cheating in competitions." She grinned and said, looking like a strange-looking voodoo woman: "But I always admire Headmaster. Dumbledore, since he said he did not cheat, someone else must have moved their hands and feet—"

"I'm here for this." Moody said gruffly, "Albus, I brought A piece of evidence." He pushed the young wizard, and the young wizard trembling with fear repeated what he had just said in the auditorium, and then closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling constantly.

Harry looked at him from a distance, as if he had seen himself.

At this moment, things seem to have taken a turn for the better. Everyone, including the three champions of Durmstrang, turned their heads to look at Karkaroff. This headmaster has always been unpopular in the school.

"I, you, you are framing me!" Karkaroff said flusteredly.

"Then tell me why you appeared in the hallway late at night?" Moody said gruffly, "Don't deny, my eyes are looking at you."

Karkaroff Standing on the side, looking flustered and exasperated, he turned his head and looked towards the other three headmasters, "What do you think?"

"Don't want to change the subject! Clean up your suspicions before talking to others!" Moody roared.

"What do you think I will do?" Karkaroff yelled: "I'm just by nature cautious and check it habitually... Even if I want to cheat, I won't give Hogwarts an unfathomable mystery second group. Champion!"

This remark makes sense. Several headmasters are slightly nodded. Everyone hopes that their champion will win, and they will not act as a rival and give other schools a second chance.

But Moody is still reluctant. "Maybe someone’s purpose is not to win...yes," his voice roared with a hint of: "Maybe someone wants Potter to die for it, yeah, you guys. Some of them don’t understand, what’s the worst thing about an ordinary little boy...but you know his value, don’t you, Karkaroff?"

His magic eye turns around , Putting the expressions of everyone in the room into his eyes, the only intact eye stared at Karkaroff, spit splashing.

"Don't forget who you were. Some scum is scum for life, you—"

"Alastor!" Dumbledore looked at him sternly, and Moody smacked. not talking anymore.

Karkaroff is like an injured little animal, suddenly losing all his strength, involuntarily leaning against the wall. "You are... threat! I tell you, it's not me...no reason..." Madam Maxime snorted loudly. She occupied a sofa by herself and said: "I must remind You guys, I've digressed now. I don't know what your grudges are, but our focus now is how to deal with the second group champion that Hogwarts has added."

"these all are minor problems." Felix Suddenly opened the mouth and said.

"Little problem? Little problem!?" Madam Maxime repeated his words angrily.

"Yes, little question... please wait, ma'am." Felix said, and he looked towards Dumbledore: "Albus?"

Dumbledore lifts the head to meet his Sight——

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