Admiral of Hogwarts

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Harry Potter dragged heavy steps to the lounge at the back. Principal Dumbledore and other principals gathered together to discuss.

Soon, several principals discussed a charter, and then Professor Dumbledore led several other principals, professors and officials from the Ministry of Magic to the teachers' lounge in the back.

Seeing this unusual situation, the auditorium suddenly exploded. Almost everyone was discussing with nearby classmates about Harry, the unexpected contestant.

The two Granger siblings were no exception at this time. They seemed to be quietly listening to the discussions of the classmates around them. But it actually connects the soul to the perspective of the companies in the admiral network and Veneto.

As the staff responsible for security at Hogwarts and the guardian guarding the Great Hall door last night, Enterprise was naturally called to participate in this discussion.

"It's so bizarre!" From Veneto's perspective, Ludo Bagman was the first to rush into the small house, then stepped forward and squeezed Harry's arm, muttering in a low voice.

"Absolutely bizarre! Three gentlemen... ladies." He walked towards the fireside and said to the other three people. "Allow me to introduce - as incredible as it seems - this is the fourth of the Triwizard Tournament. A warrior!"

Silence immediately enveloped the entire room, and finally Fleur Delacour, the older woman among the warriors, broke the silence: "Oh, that's a funny joke, Mr. Bagman."

"A joke?" Bagman repeated, a little confused, "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just sprayed out from the Goblet of Fire!"

"But he is not old enough, and he has not shown the corresponding strength. How did he pass the screening of the Goblet of Fire?"

"Yeah...it's really surprising," Bagman rubbed his chin and looked down at Harry with a smile, "But you also know that the age limit was only implemented this year as an additional safety measure."

"Now that his name is spitting out of the goblet, there's no room for change - I mean, now that the selection has gotten to this point, there's no room for escape."

"Harry is destined to be a warrior. The rules are very clear and you must abide by them. Therefore, Harry must try his best to participate in the Triwizard Tournament——"

Before Bagman finished speaking, the door opened again. A large group of people, including businesses, walked into the room from outside the door, making the entire house, which was already small, crowded.

"What is going on, Dumbledore?" Madam Maxime straightened her tall and tall body. Her handsome head touched the chandelier filled with candles, and her huge breasts in black satin clothes rose and fell violently.

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff - with a cold smile on his face and a pair of blue eyes as cold as ice.

"The age circle you drew as the strongest white wizard should not be so easy to break through. I admit that some people may have extraordinary talents, but I think Mr. Potter does not have such ability."

"It's only Potter's fault, Karkaroff," said Snape softly, his dark eyes flashing with hostility. "Don't blame Dumbledore, blame Potter for his insistence on breaking the rules. After school, I kept breaking the school rules—”

"Professor Snape, I know you and Karkaroff were once colleagues." The company suddenly said at this time, "But as a professor, I hope you can judge a person based on facts rather than prejudice."

"You -" Snape could of course understand what Enterprise was saying at this time, so he immediately shut his mouth, but looked repeatedly at Enterprise and Harry's faces with a malicious look.

"Harry, first see if this is the piece of paper you threw in." Dumbledore didn't seem to hear the quarrel among his professors. He handed over the parchment with some burnt edges in front of everyone. Harry then asked calmly.

"I definitely didn't write this note." Harry said excitedly after taking a look at the note.

"Because I wrote Hogwarts, Harry Potter, and blue ink on the note. This note only has Harry Potter's name on it, and it uses black ink. .”

"Ah, he must be lying!" cried Madame Maxime. Snape shook his head and pursed his lips. This attitude really makes people wonder which school he is a professor at.

"I think Harry didn't lie." Veneto suddenly stood up and said, and Harry immediately looked at Veneto with grateful eyes.

"Little guy, you don't have to defend your classmates. There are so many wizards here. I don't think a little wizard with a pedigree can find anything." Karkaroff said with contempt in his tone.

"The level of wizards has nothing to do with their bloodline, Karkaroff. I have seen more than one idiot among pure-blood wizards. Put away your face."

At this time, Moody knocked his stick on the ground angrily, then turned his head and stared at Veneto with both eyes. "Tell me, kid, tell me what you found?"

"I read the note Harry gave me once before I threw it into the Goblet of Fire." Veneto sighed softly, and then said calmly.

"What I am sure of is that the notes I threw into the Goblet of Fire were all formatted with the name of the school added. I think the note of mine in the principal's hand should be able to explain this."

"Yes, it is indeed the case." Professor Dumbledore said and took out three other pieces of parchment that had just been ejected from the Goblet of Fire. Everyone saw at a glance that Fleur and Krum only had the parchment on them. name, while Veneto's parchment bears the school.

"And Harry's parchment itself is suspicious." Enterprise suddenly said, then took Harry's parchment from Principal Dumbledore's hand and said. "The ink on it is wrong."

"What excuse are you looking for!" Karkaroff shouted angrily. "Are all your Hogwarts professors such arrogant words? This is obviously just ordinary ink."

"No, this is ink mixed with the blood of the Australian Opal Eye Dragon." Enterprise brought the parchment close to a lamp and started playing with it. When she made the paper and the lamp form a certain angle, the letters on the Suddenly, colorful light was reflected. "

"I have only seen this kind of ink in Literary Residence." After everyone saw the colorful light reflected just now, Enterprise said to everyone present.

"This kind of ink is actually a magic potion. In addition to being able to keep it from fading for thousands of years, it also has a series of functions such as repelling insects, removing mildew, and being moisture-proof. Of course, not only is its output small, but its price is also very high. High. A small bottle costs three galleons."

"And this ink will only be sold to members of wizarding families who are considered to have a so-called noble tradition. With all due respect, it is impossible for Harry Potter to buy it."

"More importantly, the Goblet of Fire will theoretically only select one contestant from each school." At this point, the company looked around at everyone present.

"And I don't think those students who have such knowledge and power can change the Goblet of Fire, an ancient and powerful alchemical tool, and make it spit out the name of a fourth person who should not exist."