HP Magic Biography

Harry sat there dumbfounded, aware that everyone in the Great Hall turned to look at him. His whole body was numb, he must be dreaming.

He must have heard wrong.

There was no applause, just the buzzing of bees in the hall.

Some students stood up to take a good look while he sat frozen in his seat.

On the other side of the highest table, Professor McGonagall stood up, passed Luther Bagmon and Professor Karkaroff, and hurriedly whispered to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore leaned over his ears and frowned slightly.

Harry turned and spoke to the other three, and the entire Gryffindor table on his side stared at him with their mouths open.

I didn't put names in, Harry said blankly. You know I don't.

Ron and Hermione also stared at him blankly, of course they knew Harry hadn't put his name in at all.

Of course we are clear. Fan Lin said quickly, But your name has already appeared. If Dumbledore has any arrangements, you just follow them and I will help you.

Okay. Harry nodded, Fan Lin is still reliable, although he still looks confused up to now.

At the top table, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

Harry Potter! he called again. Harry! Come here, please!

Go. Fan Lin whispered, and Hermione gently pushed Harry.

Harry got to his feet, nearly falling over the hem of his pants, as he walked between the Slytherin and Hufflepuff tables. The road seemed endless, and the highest table seemed out of reach.

He felt a thousand eyes watching him. And each pair of eyes is like a searchlight. The hum got louder and louder. It felt as though an hour had passed before he reached Dumbledore, and felt the eyes of all the teachers on him.

Well... through that door, Harry, said Dumbledore, without smiling.

Harry walked along the teacher's desk. Hagrid sat on the other end. He didn't wink at Harry, wave, or do any of his usual greetings.

He was completely stunned. He, like everyone else, stared at Harry as he walked by. Harry walked out of the Great Hall and found himself in a small room hung with portraits of wizards and witches. Facing him was a stove,

The fire was burning brightly.

As soon as he entered, all the painted faces looked towards him, and a withered witch came from herself and flew into a nearby statue of a wizard with a walrus beard and whispered in his ear.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were sitting around the fire, reflecting the firelight, and they gave people a strange impression.

Krum, hunched over the mantelpiece in thought, separated from the other two, Cedric stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the door, while Fleur Delacour looked around and shook back as Harry entered. hair.

What's the matter? she asked. Do they want us to go back to the lobby?

She thought Harry had come to deliver a message, and Harry didn't know how to explain what had just happened.

He could only stand there, looking at the three contestants, and found that they were astonishingly tall.

There was a rush of footsteps behind him, Luther Bagmond entered the room, and he walked forward holding Harry's hand.

Unusual! he muttered, twisting Harry's arm. It's really unusual!

Gentlemen... ladies. ’ he added, standing near the fire, and speaking to the other three: ‘Allow me to introduce—somewhat improbably—the fourth Tri-Wizard contestant.

Viktor Krum straightened up. Looking at Harry, his haughty face darkened, and he remembered, the little wizard's friend, at the Quidditch World Cup.

Cedric looked from Bagmond to Harry in bewilderment. It seems that he wondered if he heard what Bagmon said wrong. And Fleur Delacour shook her head and said with a smile, Ouch, a very ridiculous joke, Mr. Bagmon.

A joke? Bagmon repeated, a little puzzled. No, no, not a joke at all. The flaming goblet just gave Harry's name.

Fleur frowned. But it's obviously wrong, she said to Bagmon contemptuously. He can't compete. He's too young.

Hmm...that's weird, Bagmond smiled at Harry, rubbing his smooth jaw. But, you know, the age limit was added this year as a special security measure. His name came out of the cup ... I mean in this case, I don't think it's possible to withdraw.

That's the rule, you have to... Harry just do the best he can—

The door opened again, and a large group of people entered: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr Crouch, Mrs Maxime, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Harry heard the hum of countless students on the other side of the wall, and Professor McGonagall closed the door.

Madame Maxim! Fleur immediately went to her principal, They said that this little boy also wants to participate!

Some sort of rage surged through Harry's doubt-numbed mind, boy?

Indeed, Madame Maxime was quite tall compared to Harry's short stature, her graceful head touched the waxed chandelier, and her large black satin dress was also bulging under the breast.

What does that mean, Dumbledore? she asked with a cold face.

I'd like to know too, Dumbledore, said Professor Karkaroff too. He had a stern smile and a cold look in his eyes. Hogwarts has two contestants. I don't remember anyone saying that the host school can have two contestants. Did I not read the rules carefully enough?

He let out a piercing laugh.

That's impossible, said Madame Maxime, resting her large opal-laden hand on Fleur's shoulder. Hogwarts can't have two contestants, that's too unfair.

Dumbledore, we all believe that your age limit can prevent young people from signing up. Karkaroff still had the same stern look, but his eyes were even colder. Otherwise, we would of course bring in more candidates from the school, with a larger scope.

It's all Potter's fault, Karkaroff, Snape said mildly. There was an evil gleam in his dark eyes. Don't blame Dumbledore for Harry's insistence on breaking the rules, he's been causing trouble ever since.

Thanks, Severus, said Dumbledore firmly.

Snape said nothing, but his eyes still had an evil gleam through his greasy black hair.

(He wants to be your dad, boy!)

Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry, and Harry looked at him, trying to read the Professor's eyes behind his half-moon lenses.

Harry, have you put your name in the burning goblet? Dumbledore asked calmly.

No, replied Harry, knowing that everyone was watching him closely. In the dark, Snape snorted softly, obviously impatient and distrustful.

Professor Dumbledore ignored Snape, and he continued, Then did you ask students older than you to release you?

No! Harry responded strongly.

Hmph, of course he's lying! said Madame Maxime, and Snape was shaking his head, his lips twisted.

There's no way he's over the age line, snapped McGonagall. I'm sure we all agree—

Dumbledore must have misunderstood the age line. Madame Maxime shrugged.

Of course, it's possible. Dumbledore replied politely.

Dumbledore, you didn't make a mistake, you know that very well. McGonagall was very angry.

What nonsense! It is impossible for Harry himself to cross the age line. As Professor Dumbledore said, he didn't let any student older than him help him, but it's hard to say that some kind-hearted people did it for him. She was very angry He glanced at Professor Snape.

Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagmon, Karkaroff said glibly, you are making objective judgments, and you must think this is the most unreasonable thing.

Bagmon wiped his face with a handkerchief. Round face, quite childish. He was looking at Mr. Crouch, who stood outside the circle of fire, his face hidden in the gloom, which made him look much older, and made him look like a skeleton.

He spoke, his voice was as slow as usual, We must abide by the rules. The rules are clearly written, and anyone whose name comes out of the burning goblet must participate in the competition.

Barty knows the regulations like the back of his hand. Bagmon smiled and turned to Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim, as if this was the end of the matter.

I insist that my other students sign up again. Karkaroff changed his glib tone, without a smile, and his face was ugly, Put out the burning goblet again, and we will continue to throw names into it. Two contestants per school. That's only fair, Dumbledore.

But, Karkaroff, that won't work, said Bagmon. The burning goblet has just been extinguished, and it won't start burning again until the next match.

Then, Harry won't be able to participate in the competition! Karkaroff burst out. There have been so many meetings and so many concessions, I never expected this to happen! Now I almost want to go.

Karkeroff, stop making unnecessary threats. A voice sounded from the door, Now you can't leave your contestant alone. He still has to compete, and they all have to compete. As Dumbledore said, there are A binding magical contract. Convenient, eh?

As soon as Moody came in, he limped toward the fire, making a loud clang with every step he took.

Convenient? Karkaroff said. Moody, I'm afraid I don't understand what you're talking about.

Harry could see that he was trying to be condescending, pretending he didn't know what Moody was talking about, but his clenched hands betrayed him.

Really? said Moody quietly. It's very simple, Karkaroff. Someone put Potter's name in the cup. He knew that if he was selected, Potter would have to play.

Obviously, some people hope that Hogwarts has more chances of winning. Madame Maxime exclaimed.

I agree with you, Madame Maxime. Karkaroff bowed to her. I will lodge a protest with the Ministry of Magic and the International Council of Wizards.

If anyone had reason to protest, it was Potter, growled Moody. Funny thing, I didn't hear a word from him.

What can he complain about? Fleur Delacour stomped her feet. He got the chance, didn't he? We've been hoping for weeks to be selected. For the honor of the school, for the thousand gold coins. It's an opportunity that many people dream of.

Someone may wish Harry's death. Moody growled.

The voice just fell. There was a dead silence in the room.

Luther Bagmon seemed really nervous, he walked around uneasily, Moody, you old bastard, what are you talking about?

We all know that if Professor Moody hasn't figured out half a dozen plots to kill him before lunch, he'll think his morning is wasted, Karkaroff said loudly. Apparently he's teaching his students to fear assassination too. .Dumbledore, this is a strange move to offend us. Of course, you have your reasons.

I made it up? growled Moody. Don't you get it? Eh? Some skilled wizard put the kid's name in the cup...

What evidence do you have? Maxim waved his hand. Because he's tricked a powerful thing! said Moody. It would take a very strong charm to trick the goblet into forgetting that there were only three schools competing. I guess he put Potter's name on the Fourth school, make sure he's the only one of that kind.

Modi, it seems that you have thought a lot. Karkeroff said coldly, Of course, this theory is quite clever. I heard that recently you used a beautiful cup in your birthday gift as The cleverly packaged lizard egg was smashed, so we don't take your words seriously, you can understand.

Some people always want to take advantage of unrelated incidents, Modi retorted threateningly.

It's my business to think what those insidious wizards do, Karkaroff—you should remember...

Alastor! Dumbledore warned.

Harry didn't know for a moment who he was talking to, but later realized that this was the real name of The Magic Eye Moody.

Moody was silent, but still looked at Karkaroff triumphantly, who was already burning with anger.

How could this be the case, we don't think so, Dumbledore told the room. In my opinion, we have no choice but to accept the truth. Cedric and Harry were both chosen to compete, so they had to...

Dumbledore - but -

My dear Madame Maxime, if you have any good suggestions, I'm all ears.

If according to Moody's statement, the magic power is strong enough to deceive my wizard in the Goblet of Fire, I think, besides the professors here, there are people in Hogwarts who can do this.

Everyone was taken aback, except for the professor, there were only students.

What are you kidding, bypassing Dumbledore's age line, and then cheating the Goblet of Fire, this requires a strong confusion spell, I don't remember teaching such a student... Snape said contemptuously, he felt Madame Maxime was talking nonsense.

No, Severus, there are still some Hogwarts students who can do it... Dumbledore gave Madam Maxim a deep look.

I think we need to invite him to...