Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 299 Doubt, broke up unhappy
the chosen one.

Chosen by whom?

It was chosen by you, Albus Dumbledore.

Klein was speechless.

"Okay, that's all for tonight, see you at the Halloween dinner tomorrow."

The warrior was selected, and Dumbledore waved his wand to signal Filch to put away the Goblet of Fire.

But at this moment, Karkaroff suddenly stood up and said sharply.

"I object, this is cheating!"

"Ok?"

Klein's heart moved, and he looked at Principal Durmstrang with his goatee raised.

Unexpectedly, Karkaroff still has the ability to see through Dumbledore's tricks
"Klein Grindelwald is not even 17 years old, this is blatant cheating!"

However, it was different from what Klein thought.

What Karkaroff cares about is the age limit, not the choice of the Goblet of Fire.

After hearing this, Madam Maxim also frowned.

Although Klein looked tall and thin, he didn't look like a little wizard in the fourth grade at all, but his real age was at this point. If he said that there was nothing tricky in it, he would be deceiving himself.

"About that. Hehe."

Dumbledore smiled.

"The age limit is there to keep the students safe, but I think the students at our school are more than capable of being a 'Warrior', you know, in every way.

Even I can't do better.

What do you think? "

In the last sentence, Dumbledore said to Karkaroff.

"I"

Karkaroff couldn't help but be speechless.

If he agrees with this point of view, it means that the age limit has no meaning for Klein Grindelwald.

If he disagrees, what will happen to him who was beaten twice by Klein Grindelwald just now?
Pooh!This old man is really insidious!
"certainly."

Seeing that Karkaroff was speechless, Dumbledore changed the subject.

"If there are [-]th-five-year-old wizards in your school who dare to sign the waiver, I can't give him a chance to show himself, Igor, what do you think?"

Disclaimer?
Free the hell!
Karkaroff was so angry.

Not everyone can be as unreasonable as Klein Grindelwald!
"Well, if you insist, Principal Dumbledore, then I also respect the choice of the Goblet of Fire."

Madam Maxim thought for a while, and felt that what Dumbledore said made sense.

She did not deny that it was subjective emotions that made her recognize the fact that Klein Grindelwald participated in this event.

Just like Dumbledore said.

In the face of absolute talent and ability, age is not a problem at all.

No matter how powerful they are in the "Triwizard Contest", they are no bigger than Sir Merlin.

He is already a first-class Merlin Medal winner at a young age, so what else is there to say.

"Well, you are a very sensible lady."

Dumbledore nodded and smiled gently at Madam Maxime.

Two to one.

The pressure came to Karkaroff.

"Hmph, Mr. Crouch, what do you think?"

Seeing Dumbledore and Maxim standing together, Karkaroff felt very upset, and couldn't help asking Barty Jr.

"This. Grindelwald is a well-known sports star in England. He has already proven himself in the international arena. I think he should be given a chance."

Little Barty didn't want to get involved in this shitty thing, but he couldn't help but speak up when the question came to him.

Glancing at Klein with his head down, he sorted out his words and expressed his point of view.

Karkaroff turned pale.

Well, the snake mouse is angry, and even the Ministry of Magic is on Dumbledore's side?
Eh?
Wait a minute, Dumbledore seems to be the Acting Minister of Magic himself, that is to say.
Is he doomed to fight alone?
"If you all have no objections, what else can I say, Krum, let's go."

There are so many people on the other side, can Karkaroff afford to provoke him or hide him?
Pulling the dull-faced Krum down the high platform, Karkaroff's face was like ashes at the bottom of a pot.

Seeing the other Durmstrang students, they hurriedly followed behind the headmaster, throwing half-eaten food on the dining table.

"Okay, that's all for today. Tomorrow's Halloween dinner, the three warriors will make their official debut. See you tomorrow."

Let's break up if we don't like it.

When Klein beat Karkaroff violently, Dumbledore thought of such an attack.

Suppressing the emotions in his heart, he smiled and said something to the little wizards in the audience, and secretly sent a voice transmission to Klein.

"Don't go back to the dormitory later, come to my office, I have something to tell you."

"Oh."

As soon as I thought about it with my eyelashes, I knew that the old man was going to attack Barty Jr. and Voldemort (♀).

Klein didn't refuse, as if nothing happened, he obediently returned to the cheering Slytherin table.

"Klein, I knew you could do it!"

Draco greeted him with a big smile, wrapping his arms around Klein's neck.

In terms of height, he and Klein are now a head behind, so that he has to stand on tiptoes to let him complete such an action, which looks a bit ridiculous.

But now, no one was going to laugh at Young Master Malfoy, and almost everyone was cheering and celebrating.

The students of Beauxbatons could not help but look sideways.

See, even though Fleur Delacour was elected as a "Warrior" and they also celebrated, jealousy still inevitably arose in their hearts.

But look at those people at Hogwarts.
Guys, happier than they got elected themselves.

As for it!
"Klein! Klein! Klein!"

"Long live KVG!"

"Where's the banner? Hurry up and hang it up tomorrow!"

After preparing for such a long time, it was finally not in vain.

The little wizards at Hogwarts are going crazy with joy.

Although they were not the ones who participated in the "Triwizard Tournament" on behalf of the school, they did participate in it.

They are participants, not spectators.

This sense of community makes every Hogwarts wizard proud!

On the high platform, Dumbledore looked at Klein who was surrounded, and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

A small family is like a treasure.

It's really reassuring.

Late at night, on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, the headmaster's office.

"Squeak."

Klein pushed open the heavy wooden door and walked into the room.

Zhang Mu scanned the room.

Sure enough, the portraits of the headmaster were sleeping again.

"Sit down, drink tea first, and then talk about business."

Seeing Klein, the old man behind the desk was very happy.

Pushing the half-moon glasses, he opened the drawer and took out a shiny golden object.

"Show you something good."

Originally, he wanted to refuse Dumbledore's honey tea, but when he saw something in the old man's hand, Klein's heart moved.

Taking a few steps forward, he blinked.

"Is this the Hufflepuff Gold Cup?"

(End of this chapter)