"Okay." Tiera shrugged aggrievedly and hid the camera under her wizard robe.

"Come on! Did you cast Harry's name?" Dumbledore asked.

"No." Tiera said, "I voted my own name as an experiment. To be honest, I never thought it would be successful. Headmaster Dumbledore, I can only say that your age circle is too flawed."

"Tsk tsk, the loophole is really too big." Tiera said again, "Tsk tsk tsk, it's really too big, too big! Tsk tsk tsk, how can the loophole be so big? Tsk tsk tsk... …”

"Then Harry." Dumbledore felt that if he thought about Tiera again, he would think that his life was too long, and turned his attention to Harry——

"Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" Dumbledore tried to ask calmly.

"No," said Harry.

"Have you asked an older classmate to help you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore continued.

"No." Harry said excitedly.

"What about the house-elves? Or other magical animals?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

"No—" Harry replied.

"He must be lying!" exclaimed Madame Maxime. Snape shook his head and pursed his lips.

"He couldn't have crossed that age line," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "I'm sure we all agree on that—"

"Mr. Crouch...Mr. Bagman," Karkaroff said, his voice slick again, "you two are our, um... objective judges. You must also think this is a very serious matter. Inappropriate, is it?"

Bagman wiped his round baby face with a handkerchief and turned his eyes to Mr. Crouch.

Mr. Crouch was standing outside the aperture of the fire, half of his face hidden in shadow, making him look a little weird, and that half of the shadow made him look much older, like a skeleton.

"We must abide by the regulations. The regulations clearly stipulate that anyone whose name is sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Triwizard Tournament." Barty Crouch's voice was as stiff as ever.

"Hey, Barty has memorized the regulations by heart," Bagman said, with a smile on his face, looking back at Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim, as if things had been settled satisfactorily.

"I insisted that my other students re-enroll," Karkaroff said. His voice was no longer smooth, the smile was gone, the expression on his face was horribly ugly, "You must put the Goblet of Fire back, and we're going to keep adding names to it until each school has two warriors. Only fair, Dumbledore."

"But Karkaroff, I'm afraid it won't work," Bagman said. "The Goblet of Fire just went out. It won't come back on until the next Tournament—"

"—During the next tournament, Durmstrang will never participate!" Karkaroff was furious, "We held so many meetings, and after so many negotiations and negotiations, I didn't expect such a thing to happen again. I just want to leave now!"

"Blushing threats, Karkaroff!" growled a voice from the door. "You can't leave your warrior now. He has to play. They all have to play. As Dumbledore said, it's by It's bound by a magical contract. It's in your favor, isn't it?"

As soon as Moody entered the room, he limped toward Karkaroff, making a loud thud, bang, bang, every time his right foot landed.

"Favourable?" Karkaroff said. "I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody."

"Really?" said Moody softly, "it's simple, Karkaroff, someone put Potter's name in that goblet, and he knew that if the name was sprayed, Potter had to play. ."

"Obviously, that man wants to give Hogwarts two chances!" said Lady Maxime.

"I agree with you, Madame Maxime," said Karkaroff, bowing to her, "I will file a complaint with the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards—"

"If anyone has reason to complain, it's Potter," said Moody gruffly. "But .

"Why is he complaining?" Fleur Delacourt couldn't help asking, stomping his feet. "He's got a chance to play, doesn't he? For weeks we've been wishing we'd been chosen! For our school Glory! And a thousand Galleons in prize money—an opportunity that many could only dream of!"

"Maybe someone wants Potter to die for this," Moody said, with a growl in his voice.

There was an extremely tense silence after his words. Ludo Bagman looked very anxious, his body moved up and down uneasily, and said in his mouth, "Moody, you old fellow...how can you say such a thing!"

"We all know that Professor Moody would think the morning was a waste if he didn't find six men trying to murder him before lunch," Karkaroff exclaimed, "apparently he's teaching his students to be suspicious, old-timers, too. Thought someone was trying to kill you. That's a rare quality for a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dumbledore. But you have your own considerations, no doubt."

"What, I'm creating something out of nothing?" Moody roared. "I have a feeling, eh? Whoever put this boy's name in the goblet must be a very skilled wizard..."

"Oh, what evidence do you have for this?" asked Madame Maxime, raising her large hands.

"Because they swindled the price of a very powerful spell!" Moody said. "To fool the goblet into forgetting that there are only three schools competing in the Tournament requires a particularly powerful Confusion Charm . . . I Guess, they must have registered Potter's name as a student at the fourth school to make sure he was the only candidate for that school..."

Dumbledore said to everyone gathered in the room, "But it seems to me that we have no choice but to accept it. Tierra and Harry were both selected to compete. Therefore, they must..."

"Ah, but Dumbledore—" "My dear Madame Maxime, if you have any other solution, I'd be all ears."

Dumbledore waited~lightnovelpub.net~ but Madame Maxime didn't speak, she just stared angrily. And she wasn't the only one showing dissatisfaction.

Snape also looked annoyed, Karkaroff's face was ashen, but the expression on Bagman's face was very strange——

I don't know why he had a wicked smile on his face.

"Then I'll explain the rules first—" Bagman said, then looked at Barty Crouch. "Or Mr. Crouch?"

"Ah?" Mr. Crouch said in a daze, as if he had suddenly woken up from his deep thoughts, "Ah, I'll do it—"

"The Triwizard Tournament has a total of three events, each of which needs to be completed by you alone. That is to say, no matter how many people you have to train for you before the game starts, you can only say that you are the only one standing on the field."

"In addition, you can only use your wand during the game, and are not allowed to bring any magic items on the field-"

"Yes, you are not allowed to carry any magical items." Ludo Bagman interrupted suddenly, "That means Tierra, your prosthetic hand and prosthetic eye must remain under the arena."