Chapter 162: Unexpected 4th person

When the flame in the goblet turned red again, with a splash of Mars, the tongue of the fire was high in the air, and a third piece of parchment was thrown high from the flame.
Dumbledore reached for it, held it up, and looked at the name on the note.
This time he took longer than the previous two times, his brows were slightly raised, and everyone in the auditorium looked nervously at Dumbledore.
Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud--
"The Warriors of Hogwarts," he exclaimed, "It's Harry Potter!"
No applause.
A buzz began to pervade the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were tweeting. Some students also stood up, seeming to want to take a good look at Harry, and Harry sat frozen in his seat, as if frozen.
Compared to Maca, who broke through the age line in front of the audience, the fact that Harry's name appeared in the Goblet of Fire really made it hard for everyone to accept.
Among them, Cedric Diggory of Hitchpitch College stood up, with an incredible expression on his face.
Professor McGonagall stood up at the guest table, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Orson, whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ears, and Dumbledore listened sideways, wrinkled slightly. brow.
Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione. He saw that the students at the long Gryffindor table behind them opened their mouths and stared at themselves.
"I didn't put my name in." Harry said blankly, "you know I didn't."
They also looked at him blankly, blankly.
But Maca was not surprised by this, because this was one of the things planned.
At this point, he stood at the door of the next room, glancing casually at Professor Moody on the guest's table, and then set his gaze back on Dumbledore.
On the banquet, Professor Dumbledore stood up and nodded at Professor McGonagall.
"Harry Potter!" He shouted again, "Harry! Come here, please!"
"Come on," Hermione whispered, pushing Harry slightly.
Harry stood up, stepped on the bottom of the robe, and stumbled slightly.
He walked along the passage between Gryffindor and the table. He felt that the road seemed extraordinarily long, and the main guest seat seemed always out of reach.
He could feel hundreds of eyes staring at him, and it seemed that each eye could not be a searchlight.
The buzzing noises grew louder.
However, something unexpected happened-the flame in the goblet turned red again! Mars splattered, a long tongue of fire suddenly burst into the air, and a piece of parchment came out of it.
Dumbledore seemed to subconsciously reach out a slender hand and gently put the note in his hand.
Harry was only halfway there, but he didn't even know if he should go on. For a moment, it seemed as if he had hit a whole-body curse, stupidly settled in place.
Dumbledore lifted the parchment again from a distance, without a look on his face, which made it impossible to see what he was thinking.
After a long time, even longer than it took to report Harry's name for the third time, Dumbledore finally shouted his fourth name today--
"Hermione Granger."
Unlike the treatment of Harry just now, when Hermione's name sounded, the whole audience was silent-everyone was stunned by this additional candidate.
No one expected that there would be a fourth brave!
Maca, who was standing at the door of the room with a calm face, frowned tightly at this moment. He turned his attention again to Moody, who was sitting on the far right side of the guest's table, his eyes were as cold as the polar ice.
The surprise that made the audience mute was not even prepared by him.
Voldemort's aura was nothing but the inexplicable defeat of that year, to deal with Harry-he knew this, and even Harry was selected as the third warrior with his credit.
However, he did not hear that there would be a fourth candidate!
"Why Hermione?"
There was no doubt that the Goblet of Fire had thrown a note with Hermione's name on it, which must have meant Voldemort. Beyond that, Maca didn't expect anyone else to do this.
But why did Voldemort do it? What good is it for him?
When Macaby was puzzled and leaning on the door frame and lost in thought, Hermione was in a mess.
"How ... how could I, I didn't ... how could this be?"
Hermione stared at her at a loss, her long, disheveled brown hair flung helplessly. Her eyes seemed to be out of focus, and her expression was flustered and confused.
If Harry had been scared just now, then Hermione was completely incapable of accepting this fact.
When Hermione was a Muggle girl, she was accustomed to obeying all rules and regulations, and any violation of the rules would make her intolerable. Even when she first entered Hogwarts, she was so persistent.
But under the influence of someone, she occasionally ignores the rules and takes her own values ​​first. However, in normal times, she still observes school rules habitually and as much as possible.
But now, when a near framed incident fell on her head, she was completely panicked.
"What to do? What to do? What to do?"
Hermione's hands trembled under everyone's silent gaze. She wanted to tell everyone that she didn't put her name in the goblet-but she didn't know what to say.
The proud girl who can speak on weekdays has now completely turned into a stuffy jar.
"Come here, please!" Dumbledore shouted at Harry, who was on the way, and Hermione in his eyes with confusion.
Hermione didn't know how she got to Dumbledore. She didn't even know that Harry was standing beside her. She just felt as if all teachers' eyes were on her.
"Well ... go to that door." Dumbledore didn't smile on his face when he said this.
Harry and Hermione walked along the trainer's table.
Sitting on the far left, Hagrid didn't blink at Harry, wave his hand, or say hello as usual. He seemed completely frightened, just watching the two of them pass in front of him, as if drowsily.
They went through the door and out of the auditorium, and found themselves in a small room with portraits of wizards on the walls on both sides. The fire was burning in the fireplace opposite him.
Maca, who was standing by the door, had already returned to the room. He was standing in front of the fireplace with Fleur Deakul in Boothbatten, talking one by one.
When Harry walked in, Fleur Dracour turned her head and shook her waterfall-like long silver hair.
"What's wrong?" She asked. "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"
She thought that Harry and Hermione came in to preach!
Maca reached out and rubbed her eyebrows, saying quietly, "No, they are also warriors, Hogwarts."
"... Oh?" ​​Furong slipped her silver hair back to her ears, and then smiled gracefully. "I didn't expect Mr. McLean to be not only strong, but also funny."
At the door, Harry and Hermione were silent in different expressions. They didn't know how to explain the situation just now.
At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He grabbed Harry by the arm, pulled him forward, and greeted Hermione by the way.
"It's bizarre!" He squeezed Harry's arm vigorously, and whispered, "It's absolutely bizarre! Two sir ... madam-"
He walked to the hearth and said to Furong and Maca: "Allow me to introduce-although it seems incredible-this is the third warrior in the top three, Harry Potter! And this one, Yes ... fourth warrior, yes, fourth, she is Hermione Granger! "
"Yes, I saw it just now." Maca waved her hands casually.
Hearing Bagman saying so, Furong could not help frowning.
"It's obviously wrong," she said proudly to Bagman. "She can't play, neither can they-they're too young."
"Yeah ... it's really amazing," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and smiled, "but you also know that ~ EbookFREE.me ~ age restriction is only implemented this year as an extra security measure Since their names were sprayed out of the goblet ... I mean, I think that since this step has been reached, they are not allowed to escape. The rules are very clear, you must obey-Harry must do everything His best efforts. "
"Of course, Miss Granger did the same." He finally seemed to think of Hermione, adding in passing.
The door behind them was opened again, and a large crowd rushed in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Orson, Mrs. Maxim, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.
Before Professor McGonagall stepped in front of the door, the buzz of hundreds of students in the auditorium next door saw a pinch into Harry and Hermione's ears.
"Mrs. Maxim!" Furong strode toward her headmaster, and said loudly, "They said that these two children will also participate in the competition!"
"child?"
Although Harry felt incredible, his brain was numb, but he felt a rush of anger. But Hermione just lowered her head, her hands clasped tightly together, like a lamb to be slaughtered.
Mrs. Maxim straightened her burly tall body. Her head even hit a chandelier full of candles, and her huge in black satin dresses were undulating.
"What the does that mean, Dumbledore?" She said arrogantly. "Mr. McLean will just be there. His strength gives us no reason to stop him from participating in this competition, but ..."
"I would also like to know that two Warriors came out of Hogwarts. What's the matter?" Professor Orson of Durmstrand could not help but asked, but Maca secretly handed him over. A do not talk eyes.
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