Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

To be honest, he really wanted to put his own name in.

Compared to Durmstrang's unanimous vote, Beauxbatons was much more cautious, and so far only half of the people have voted.

"What about Hogwarts?"

Neville picked up a glass of milk and shrugged, "Since Brother D said those words yesterday, apart from him, so far there has been zero."

Even Cedric abstained decisively after knowing that Dudley voted for his name, let alone others.

Oh, not necessarily. There are always people who want to be in the spotlight.

Ron's two brothers, Fred and George, walked towards the Goblet of Fire with excitement on their faces, both holding parchment in their hands, and it was obvious that they were going to register themselves.

"Your brother is 17?" Harry looked at Ron.

Ron shook his head. "They still have six months until they turn 17."

"It tastes like an aging potion. They drank a drop of an aging potion." Dudley swallowed another egg to clear the confusion for the two.

Theoretically, the other members of the disciplinary team could also smell the aging agent, but only Dudley could smell it from such a distance.

"Do you think they'll succeed?"

"Is that even a question?" Draco glanced at the twins and snorted coldly, "If Dumbledore's magic was so easy to break, he wouldn't be the greatest white wizard of the 20th century."

"Ignore Brother D's warning and let them make a fool of themselves."

Just as Draco had said, the two were thrown out by an invisible force the moment they crossed the age line.

Not only that, they also grew thick white beards on their chins, making them look like two Santa Clauses.

Fortunately, the twins didn't care about it. Instead, they pointed at each other's beards and laughed.

"The 'age line' set by Dumbledore contains a total of 27 spells, which are linked together. Ordinary aging potions naturally cannot deceive it. Unless the bottle of aging potion was made by Professor Snape."

In other words, it must be at least a perfect-grade aging potion.

"Of course, it's not just potions that can work. If your Confusion Charm is strong, that's fine too."

The Confusion Charm is a very useful all-purpose spell that can be used for many things. Although most wizards know it, it is difficult to master it.

A wizard with great magical powers could use the Confusion Charm to overcome the age limit, and even a magical item like the Goblet of Fire that has been used for countless centuries could do it.

In the following days, all the young wizards in Beauxbatons voted, but in Hogwarts, as the host school, no one voted except the Weasley brothers who failed to vote.

After all, Mr. Dursley had already voted, so any additional votes would just be a supporting role.

It’s Halloween soon and it’s time to reveal the identity of the Warriors.

During the banquet, everyone sat obediently in their seats, staring at the Goblet of Fire in the center that was burning with blue and white flames.

“The time is coming”

Dumbledore said softly.

As he finished speaking, the flame in the Goblet of Fire suddenly changed color, from its original blue-white color to a blood-red color.

A tongue of fire suddenly shot into the air, making crackling sounds.

A burnt parchment scroll suddenly floated out of the Goblet of Fire.

At this moment, everyone held their breath.

"He is a warrior of Durmstrang." Dumbledore said after receiving the eyelid roll.

Everyone at Durmstrang looked nervous.

Even though Viktor is recognized by them as the best wizard, the Goblet of Fire may not think so and may choose me instead.

"Viktor Krum."

Unfortunately, no accidents occurred. When Dumbledore read out the name, the other wizards of Durmstrang seemed a little disappointed, but they soon applauded the representatives of their school.

As the headmaster, Karkaroff looked extremely happy, and his palms were almost red from clapping.

Not long after, a tongue of fire shot out of the Goblet of Fire again.

Another piece of parchment flew out.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons," Dumbledore read from the parchment in his hand, "Fleur Delacour."

Fleur, the girl with silver hair stood up from her seat in Beauxbatons and walked towards the next room.

Soon, the flames rose for the third time.

This time it's Hogwarts.

Dumbledore opened the parchment and smiled brightly when he saw the name on it: "The Champion of Hogwarts - Dudley Dursley!"

The next moment, thunderous applause engulfed the entire classroom.

Compared to the first two schools where students felt sad and disappointed because they were not selected, Hogwarts is the popular choice.

It is almost a consensus among the young wizards that only Mr. Dursley is qualified to represent Hogwarts.

Even Hufflepuff, who had Cedric, had to admit that Mr. Dursley was a little better than Cedric.

Even Dumbledore led the applause.

However, at this moment, something strange happened.

The Goblet of Fire burst into flames again and ejected a piece of parchment.

In this situation, not only Karkaroff and Maxim were stunned, but even Dumbledore showed a look of astonishment, especially when he saw the name on the parchment, his face changed drastically.

"The Fourth Warrior"

"Harry Potter."

There was an uproar.

This situation did not last long, however, as flames once again burst out of the Goblet of Fire, spewing out the parchment as always.

Dumbledore picked up the parchment and read out the name on it expressionlessly.

"Harry Potter."

Once again, flames burst out of the Goblet of Fire

Or Harry Potter?

Then repeat it.

It's still Harry Potter.

How many Harry Potter characters should Hogwarts choose?

The expression of someone standing in the teacher's seat froze.

Chapter 272 I am not targeting anyone, everyone here

'What's going on? Mr. Potter is going to compete as well?'

'What does he mean? Planning to compete with Mr. Dursley?'

'But why did Mr. Porter vote for himself so many times? Did he feel unconfident if he voted for only one, so he voted for more to ensure that he would be selected?'

"Is that so?"

'So what's going on now? Is Mr. Potter the fourth champion, or the fourth, fifth, sixty-ninth champion?'

The little wizards looked at each other, and after a brief silence, they soon gathered in twos and threes and whispered to each other. A buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were buzzing.

Compared to the discussion of the little wizard, Karkaroff and Maxim looked very unhappy. As for the reason? Need I say more? Durmstrang and Beauxbatons each had only one champion, but Hogwarts had two contestants at once. No matter how you think about it, it doesn't make you feel good.

"I didn't put my name in." Harry looked very upset and retorted loudly.

In fact, he originally wanted to sign up, but after knowing that Brother D was also going to sign up, he gave up the idea.

Not to mention submitting his name, he didn't even write it.

So the name was definitely not cast by myself, but someone voted in my name!

"Harry, you go in first."

Dumbledore pointed to the room that Dudley and the other two had just entered and spoke expressionlessly. There was no trace of emotion in his voice and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"This is a very boring prank, and I absolutely don't admit this kind of result." Karkaroff was very emotional, his whole face was flushed red, there were veins bulging on his forehead, and the yellow teeth in his mouth were gone after being exposed. The meaning of closing, his voice was so loud that the whole hall was buzzing.

"This is absolutely ridiculous. It has never happened in any of the previous Triwizard Tournaments."

Perhaps realizing that he shouldn't lose his temper in front of the students, Karkaroff snorted loudly, swung his sleeves, and rushed into the small room where the contestants were.

Then Madam Maxime, Dumbledore and several of his professors followed in.

Only the confused little wizards were left.

"Karkaroff, this is the content of the contract, we must abide by it."

After entering the room, Dumbledore spoke, his expression still unchanged.

"Comply with what? Comply with the fact that your Hogwarts has two contestants? Are you kidding, Dumbledore! What you are doing at Hogwarts is simply illegal." Although Karkaroff calmed down, with a cold smile on his face, his blue eyes were as cold as ice: "I don't remember that the host school can have two champions."

"I want to know, too, Dumbledore." Maxim said coldly, his tone no longer as friendly as before, but full of hostility: "What the hell are you doing at Hogwarts?"

In the eyes of the two, it was obvious that Hogwarts had cheated, otherwise how could two warriors appear at the same time.

Two warriors would undoubtedly double Hogwarts' chances of winning.

"In fact, we did nothing." Dumbledore said to the two headmasters, with an expression that said, "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it." Then he turned his eyes to Harry: "Let me confirm again, did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?"

"No," Harry said firmly.

"Did you ask older students to help you put your name in?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, I have no reason to do that." Harry said this with an impatient look, and looked at Dudley: "Brother D, I swear I definitely didn't put my name in."

He cared more about whether Dudley believed in him than he did about anyone else.

He didn't want Dudley to get the wrong idea.

"Harry, I believe you." Dudley patted Harry's shoulder.

Harry was so excited by this almost unconditional trust that he almost cried.

Of course Dudley knew it wasn't Harry who cast the vote, but who did?

His eyes inadvertently fell on Professor Moody, who stood silently in the corner after entering the room.

But Professor Moody must be very troubled at this time. Although things developed according to the script he set, the ending was beyond his expectations. He only threw a piece of parchment with Harry Potter's name on it. Why did so many Harry's names appear now?

Goblet of Fire is going crazy?

"He must be lying!"

Madame Maxime pointed at Harry and said loudly, staring at him with her huge eyes, as if she wanted to swallow him in one bite.

"He didn't have to lie."

It was not Dumbledore who answered her, but Dudley.

He stood up and silently used his body to block Harry, protecting him behind him just like he did in elementary school, completely unaware of the murderous looks of the two headmasters.

"Why?" Karkaroff's eyes were blazing, and he bared his yellow teeth as he questioned Dudley: "What makes you say he didn't lie?"

Although Madame Maxime did not speak, her questioning look was the same.

"Because the champion of the Triwizard Tournament must be me."

Dudley said calmly, as if he was describing something extremely normal.

His eyes swept over Viktor and Fleur.

"This was destined from the beginning, when I chose to participate in this competition."

The tone was completely as if it was a matter of course.

Viktor's face was filled with astonishment, and Fleur glared at him.

As one of the best students in my school, I have never been looked down upon like this.

"Arrogant, conceited, and arrogant! You don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!" Karkaroff laughed in anger. He didn't like Dudley in the first place, and after hearing what Dudley said, he hated him even more: "It's really hard to imagine. Hogwarts can produce such a student?"

"Karkaroff, are you dissatisfied with my teaching methods?"