Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"This guy is definitely not a good professor." Hermione said in a very light voice, "Professor Eric and Professor Dumbledore would never treat him differently like this."

Harry nodded in agreement, while Ron stared at Krum's back intently and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

He really liked this great Quidditch player.

Hermione didn't care and dragged him towards the hall forcefully.

"Don't forget that you still have to go to Professor Shacklebolt for class. Don't waste your time here."

"Ah? Oh..." Ron finally woke up from his dream and sighed, "I really shouldn't have been so impulsive... Wait, look over there!"

Following his fingertips, Hermione and Harry stopped and turned around, just in time to see a group of people walking towards them in the distance.

It was the Hufflepuff team, and Cedric was walking in the front - he looked reluctant, after all, it was a bit ostentatious and made him feel embarrassed.

But the other Hufflepuffs obviously didn't see it that way. They all believed that Cedric would be the champion representing Hogwarts.

Amid warm cheers, he walked across the age line and threw his parchment note into the fire - the blue-white flames quickly turned into a dazzling bright red, bursting with sparks.

The contract was reached.

This made Harry feel sincerely envious.

Chapter 469

With Cedric taking the lead, several young men from Hufflepuff voted for their names, followed by those from other houses.

During breakfast, Harry and his two friends heard cheers from outside again and again, and saw their classmates walking towards them proudly again and again.

At home, Hogwarts has never lacked young wizards who are brave and willing to take risks, and it does not entirely depend on which house they come from.

Harry even spotted Professor Foley, who was not sitting at the staff table today, but was sitting directly at the Hufflepuff table, giving Cedric a lecture.

He knew what was going on. Yesterday's argument between Professor Foley and Miss Delacour of Beauxbatons had already been spread throughout the castle by the people sitting in the front row.

"Professor Eric and Professor Foley both think that Cedric will represent Hogwarts?" he asked.

"I think so." Hermione put down the book in her hand and drank a sip of pumpkin juice. "They have been training for quite a long time, and I have also participated in part of it. It is hard for me to imagine that any student can beat Cedric. He has almost no weaknesses."

"I see..." Harry felt inexplicably frustrated.

After eating, he went to Kingsley's office with Ron. Although it was the weekend and holiday, they still had to study hard.

And there, they met an unexpected teacher who had not slept well the previous night due to excitement.

"Professor… Professor Dumbledore?"

It seems like Harry went back to this summer.

It seemed that his godfather suddenly came to Professor Lupin's office and taught him to practice the Patronus Charm.

Dumbledore was there too.

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In Lynn's office, Ines, who was out to accuse him, finally succeeded. She blocked him in the room when he just woke up from a sleepless night and successfully "stole" the crown.

With her came Regulus, who brought a handwritten letter from Principal Fontena, which contained a request that was hard to refuse - about finding a suitable professor of ancient magic.

Seeing Lin En looking listless, Ines asked curiously, "Why are you so secretive lately? Did something happen?"

"I'm just a little busy." Lynn said lazily, "Fei also needs this golden crown, just give it to her after the meeting. Regulus can ask Ciel while he's at it, he might be interested. It's a bit of a waste of talent for him to help Fei at his current level."

"Okay, I'll go find the headmaster first," Regulus said. "Since he saw the Beauxbatons presentation, he has become more concerned about this matter than before."

As he said this, he stood up and tried to leave, but was stopped by a gentle magic.

"Wait a moment, Regulus, there's a small thing I need you to do me a favor with," Lynn said.

"What's the deal?"

"Help me get a Muggle visa. I'm going to the United States for Christmas to investigate something - Victor's spies gave me some clues worth digging into."

"Victor? Okay, I understand." Regulus agreed straightforwardly, "Wait for my news. Just one?"

Lynn smiled and said, "I can go by myself."

"I don't think so." Regulus smiled maliciously, "If Fei causes trouble, will I be able to withstand it? It's better to be prepared and leave first!"

"Hey! You guy!" Lin En was about to say something, but saw that his old friend had disappeared, and he used the moving rune skillfully.

Inès also laughed mischievously, wearing the golden crown of Ravenclaw on her head, but no one knew what it was for.

"I understand everything!" she said.

"You understand again. I asked you to study those monster corpses before, but you still haven't figured it out." Lin En sighed, "Don't blame me for being long-winded. Time is getting tight."

"It looks like something has happened." The playful look on her face slowly faded away, and Ines took off the golden crown and held it in her hand. "Have there been any new changes during the time I have been back in South America? Tell me, maybe I can help you."

"I was going to tell you at the party. But it's okay this way. I need you to help me investigate something."

A faint white light flashed by, and Ines' eyes were suddenly filled with extreme surprise.

"This is……"

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Because of the tournament warrior selection, this weekend is more lively than any previous festival, and even the preparations for the Halloween dinner are inevitably colored in this way.

From morning till night, more and more young people threw their names into the flames, waiting for the final result after the dinner with mixed feelings of excitement and trepidation.

There were voices everywhere discussing the game items and Warriors candidates. The more mysterious it was, the more excited people became.

The lively discussion came to an end only in the evening when it was getting dark and Ms. Blount and Mr. Bagman came again together and the students took their seats in the auditorium.

But this is not because their curiosity has disappeared, but because the time to reveal the mystery is approaching - many people even lost interest in the sumptuous dinner.

Harry and Ron were not among them.

The arduous training designed and directed by Dumbledore himself made the two young men, who had never suffered so much, feel that there is always someone better than you. The intense consumption of physical and mental energy also forced them to eat a lot to relieve the stress.

Hermione ate only a little before putting down her knife and fork, silently looking at her two good friends, feeling happy for their growth over the past month.

The extravagant feast lasted until the last piece of pudding disappeared, and the bats fluttering on the ceiling returned to peace.

The little wizards, who had eaten their fill, were looking forward to the highlight of the day - Dumbledore also stood up.

He waved his Elder Wand, and all the lights and candles in the hall dimmed.

The Goblet of Fire parked outside the auditorium flew in slowly along with the straight wooden platform and landed steadily on the ground.

As the registration period draws to a close, its flame becomes more and more brilliant.

"It's eight o'clock at night now. I think we can announce the champions for this intercontinental magic school tournament."

His voice spread clearly to every corner of the auditorium, and everyone was paying close attention, except for a few empty seats at the faculty table.

With a "boom" sound, the flame suddenly changed, shot up into the sky, and lit up the entire auditorium with dazzling golden red color.

A half-burned piece of parchment flew out and landed right in his hand.

He read it in a clear, strong voice: "Viktor Krum, Durmstrang."

There was thunderous applause and screams. Krum stood up from his seat and walked to the room next to the hall under the guidance of Professor McGonagall.

The Durmstrang students who were not selected were extremely depressed - especially after seeing their headmaster stand up and shout happily for Krum's selection.

After a while, the applause and conversation gradually died down, and people's attention was once again focused on the Goblet of Fire.

In the following period of time, warriors from three other schools were selected one after another.

"Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour."

The reserved and beautiful young witch, who looked like an elf girl in a fairy tale, stood up slowly, combed her long silver hair, nodded proudly towards her principal and the classmates around her, and strode towards the room that Krum had entered earlier.

The applause she received was less enthusiastic, mostly from boys who were fascinated by her looks, with her fellow losers and frustrated people following behind her.

Although everyone knows that she is the best one, there are still people who hope that their own miracle will happen.

"After that, it was Castrobusa, Gert Oliveira."

The tall wizard who was proficient in herbology and potions stood up from the Hufflepuff table, bowed humbly to express his gratitude, and left happily amid the farewell of the people around him.

"Next, Ilvermorny, Calea Clarke."

The warrior of Ilvermorny is the skinny witch who almost embarrassed Hagrid in the first class. She is in sharp contrast to Hurt, but her temperament is the opposite - her aura is not even inferior to Fleur who left earlier.

After the warriors from the four schools had finished their battles, the four long tables at Hogwarts fell silent at the same time.

This is an excitement greater than the noise, like a volcano about to erupt.

The fire flickered, and the last note flew up in the crimson light.

Dumbledore was quick to grab it the moment it appeared.

With just one glance, he showed a happy expression.

"And finally, the champion of Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory!"

The sigh lasted for about a moment, and then a deafening cheer drowned out everything else. The Hufflepuff table was in an uproar, and everyone there stood up from their seats, including our friend from South America, screaming, stamping their feet, and jumping up and down.

Cedric breathed a sigh of relief, finally put on a bright smile and walked through the crowd until he came in front of Lynn.

"Professor, I will get the trophy back for the school." He said solemnly, and then walked away quickly.

The cheers were so loud that they almost blew the ceiling off. Lynn could only "read" his meaning from his lip movements.

He did not hesitate to offer his encouragement and praise, even though Cedric couldn't hear them either.

It took several minutes before Dumbledore finally calmed the happy little badgers down.

"Very good!" When the noise barely subsided, he said happily in a louder voice than usual, "Now, the five participating warriors of this tournament have been confirmed. I believe that everyone here will support the warriors of their own school without reservation, and I also believe that this will be a wonderful-"

His voice stopped abruptly, and everyone knew the reason.

The flame that should have slowly died out suddenly turned into a dazzling red once again, with sparks flying and tongues of flame shooting up into the sky, spewing out another piece of paper.

The blazing firelight made the astonishment on his face extremely obvious and abrupt.

He took it subconsciously, looked down, and after a brief silence, he read it out loud:

"Harry Potter."

Chapter 470 Dispute

The auditorium fell into an unprecedented deathly silence.

Harry didn't know what he had been through.

He looked blankly at his two good friends beside him, then at Dumbledore who was standing in the front, and Professor McGonagall who was walking quickly towards him.

He didn't know how he stood up or what he did, but he could feel the anger building in the air.

"Harry Potter, please come here." There was no smile on Dumbledore's face.

Hundreds of eyes were shining on him like spotlights, making him feel at a loss as to what to do. He could only follow Mag like a puppet to the small house belonging to the contestants - where, naturally, there was another round of entanglement and dispute.

Even with Ludo Bagman coming to his rescue, the situation didn't get better. To be more precise, it got worse.

Krum's expression was particularly gloomy.

Fleur and Kaliyah made no effort to conceal their anger.

Hurt sat quietly aside, as if everything had nothing to do with him, and only the floor in front of him was full of attraction.

The most embarrassed one was Cedric. As a Hogwarts knight, he could only remain confused and surprised with the utmost manners and remain silent.

Fortunately, this awkward scene did not last long, because the principals of the judging panel and Ms. Blunt walked in together.

But this was just the prelude to another quarrel - no matter how good or bad their relationship was in private, in such an occasion involving the honor and interests of the school, the principals had to argue their case.

They all had stern faces, ready to attack at any time.

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The thick wooden door of the small room blocked out the sound, but the auditorium presented a completely different scene.

The buzzing sound of discussions came one after another, continuously, and all kinds of voices gathered together.

Professors scattered around to maintain order—