I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Aggressive eyes fell on Ron, and Malfoy took the lead in booing, laughing, "Hurry up and throw it in, Weasley."

"Let me remind you, putting your name in it means you have signed a contract with the Goblet of Fire. Even if you have to pick your teeth in the mouth of a dragon, you must go through it."

John's voice was full of coldness. Ron tried hard to throw in his name, but his hands were out of control. He had never thought of this possibility and didn't even prepare a name.

Holding the Goblet of Fire, John looked around the Gryffindor table like a king holding a flaming scepter.

Here we have Seamus, who just laughed at Cedric for being a pretty boy, and Dean, who thinks that if the age limit is relaxed, he can definitely become a warrior.

The two big talkers shrank into silence, and John walked around the long table holding the Goblet of Fire.

"Vote for your names and show me how brave you are to slander others behind their backs."

When the Goblet of Fire turned to Harry, John chuckled and said, "Harry, why don't you try it?"

Harry clenched his fists, his emerald eyes fixed on John.

"John Wick." Dumbledore spoke at this time.

He looked at John with a complicated expression and said, "Put the Goblet of Fire back."

John bowed and said respectfully, "Of course, I will never go against your request."

After saying that, John walked outside.

On both sides were people making way. He stood outside the age circle and took a step forward to walk in.

The magic power overflowed and enveloped the whole body.

The age circle had no effect on him. He walked over expressionlessly and put the Goblet of Fire back with his own hands.

He walked in the age circle, as if he was slapping the face of those who doubted him.

It's not that I don't have the ability, I just don't want to.

Malfoy trotted out, opening his arms to the people in the hall as he walked. He laughed loudly: "Our king, sitting high on the throne, disdains to play games with the weak."

How could the King of Slytherin take the fight himself?

Only his words remained in the auditorium.

Ron didn't have the dignity to stay any longer, so he left with a pale face.

Harry and Hermione hurried after him, and Hermione recalled what John had looked like just now.

She felt a little strange. John now was completely different from before.

Sharp and sharp.

He stepped on the age circle and the rules of the game that Dumbledore had painstakingly created.

John Wick does not intend to continue to be an NPC in Dumbledore's house game.

Furong saw John. She was wearing a light blue school uniform. She held up the hem of her skirt with both hands and gave John a slight salute.

Wearing the badge of the Star Order, she threw her name into the Goblet of Fire.

Ms. Maxime took everything in just now. She probably didn't expect that John could ignore the age circle left by Dumbledore.

The students of Beauxbatons all looked at John strangely, and they lined up to submit their names.

...

When teaching Neville in the Shrieking Shack, John gave him an anonymous wand, so he didn't have to worry about being discovered using dark magic.

At night, John and Neville leave.

They headed to the auditorium, where the three schools' warriors would compete today.

On the way, Neville wanted to speak several times, but finally kept his mouth shut.

Seeing him like this, John said helplessly, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"John, do you hate Harry and the others?" Neville obviously heard something, and said cautiously: "I heard from others that you have a conflict with them."

In fact, Neville was very conflicted. He thought Harry and the others were pretty good.

Hearing Neville's concern, John shook his head and said, "No, I don't hate Harry. Hermione is my friend. It's just that Ron Weasley said something ridiculous this time."

He was telling the truth. If it weren't for Ron, he would never have met Harry.

He has no intention of dealing with the savior.

His track was never that of students.

Although Dumbledore's actions were not very kind, he would not take his anger out on children.

"Ron is indeed strange sometimes." Neville breathed a sigh of relief.

The two went to the auditorium to say goodbye.

At the Slytherin table, the seat was always reserved for John, and no one dared to sit there.

The hall was illuminated by candlelight, and the Goblet of Fire had been placed in.

The students were anxious to know the result: the Weasley twins no longer had those big beards.

But they still have to wait until the Halloween Eve dinner is over to find out the results.

Finally, the golden plate was restored to its spotless state.

The volume in the hall suddenly rose significantly, and Dumbledore stood up.

Everyone is full of expectations.

"Well, the Goblet will make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I estimate it will take a minute. Listen, when the champion's name is announced, I want them to walk to the top of the Hall, then walk past the staff table and into the next room."

He chattered as a minute passed.

Dumbledore gave a sweeping wave of his wand.

All the candles except the jack-o'-lantern were extinguished.

The Goblet of Fire burst into a dazzling light, the blue and white flame turned red, and crackling sparks splashed out.

A tongue of fire shot into the air, and the charred parchment slowly fell.

Dumbledore reached out and took it, saying clearly and forcefully, "Viktor Krum!"

This result was within everyone's expectations. Heinrich had no expression on his face, but his eyes dimmed for a moment.

Krum stood up and left, following procedure and walking into the next room.

The applause gradually died down, and a few seconds later, the second piece of parchment was spit out.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons," Dumbledore announced, "Fleur Delacour!"

Furong stood up, shook her silver hair, and walked lightly between the tables.

She also went into the next room.

The Goblet of Fire turned red again, and tongues of flame shot high into the air, and a third piece of parchment appeared.

"The Champion of Hogwarts," Dumbledore called out, "Cedric Diggory!"

There were cheers, especially from the Hufflepuff table.

Malfoy saw that Ron looked unhappy, he raised his eyebrows smugly and squeezed a mocking look on his face.

The noise finally died down a little, and Dumbledore was about to end the selection.

Suddenly, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks crackled and splashed, long tongues of fire leaped into the air, and the fourth piece of parchment flew out.

Dumbledore subconsciously stretched out a hand to catch it. He stared at the name on it. After a long silence, he cleared his throat and read aloud: "Harry Potter."

This scene caught everyone by surprise, even Dumbledore.

When he took the paper, he subconsciously glanced at John.

After the announcement, there was no applause.

Harry saw the students at the Gryffindor table looking at him with their mouths open.

"I didn't put my name in," he explained to Ron and Hermione, confused, "You know I didn't."

But without giving him a chance to explain himself, Dumbledore called Harry away.

Harry stood up, stumbling awkwardly over the hem of his robes, and walked along the road.

John glanced over and Malfoy almost laughed.

"Look at the savior, he's so hypocritical. John asked him to vote, but he didn't want to. It turns out that he had secretly put it in a long time ago."

The Slytherin table burst into laughter, as if they were watching a joke.

They did not lower their voices, which made the Gryffindors anxious and angry.

Daphne grabbed John's sleeve and pulled it, curiously asking, "Is it him?"

John shook his head and said, "He doesn't have that ability."

Very directly, John cut off Harry's possibility of cheating from the perspective of strength.

The only possibility is that someone else put his name in it.

This would require a very strong Confounding Charm, and John thought of the fact that the Chamber of Secrets had been entered before.

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Chapter 205 Discussion and Cold War

The Great Hall was buzzing with noise, and John saw Percy trying to maintain order.

"Percy."

John called to Percy, he looked around the hall and then walked over.

John was also puzzled by the fourth warrior, but he was more concerned about how to deal with him.

"There was a huge row in the next room. Madam Maxime and Headmaster Karkaroff felt it was unfair and Mr. Crouch was in a dilemma."

Percy did not hide the fact that there was a hint of action going on inside, which made old Barty very troubled.

He wasn't sure whether to continue, the game was now unfair and this Triwizard Tournament seemed like a joke.

John smiled when he heard this.

He whispered, "Tell old Batty that a game full of surprises will attract more attention."

Percy's eyes widened, he was surprised at John's address to Old Barty.

But now was not a good time to ask, he looked at John deeply and walked into the next room.

...

The noise, Karkaroff and Madam Maxime demand an explanation from Dumbledore.

The three warriors had different looks, Fleur raised her head arrogantly, Krum frowned, and Cedric looked confused.

Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madam Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape were all there.

Old Batty had a gloomy face on the side, and Bagman felt like he was just watching the fun.

"Hogwarts has two champions? I don't remember anyone telling me that the host school can have two champions." Karkaroff said coldly.

"That's impossible." Madam Maxime also said: "Hogwarts can't have two champions. This is extremely unfair."

They were aggressive, and in their eyes, Dumbledore seemed to be an old fool who was partial and corrupt.

"Potter can only be blamed for this, Karkaroff," Snape's eyes flashed with hostility, "Potter insisted on violating the rules. He has been breaking the school rules since he entered the school."

"Thank you, Severus," Dumbledore said firmly, and Snape shut up.

Dumbledore looked down at Harry and asked calmly, "Harry, did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"No." Harry knew that a group of people were looking at him, and he tried to remain calm.

Dumbledore asked again, "Did you ask any older students to help you?"

"No!" Harry was a little excited. Could it be that Dumbledore also wanted to doubt him?

"He must be lying!" Ms. Maxim questioned loudly.

Professor McGonagall couldn't bear to see this, she said: "He can't cross that age line, I believe that..."