I wield a sword at Hogwarts

An aggressive gaze fell on Ron, and Malfoy took the lead in cheering, laughing and saying: "Hurry up and throw it in, Weasley."

"Just a reminder, putting your name in it means you sign a contract with the Goblet of Fire. Even if you pick your teeth in the fire dragon's mouth, you must go there."

John's voice was full of coldness. Ron tried hard to put his name in, but his hands were out of control. He never thought of this possibility, and he didn't even prepare a name.

Holding the Goblet of Fire, John looked around the Gryffindor table like a king holding a flaming scepter.

Here is Seamus, who just laughed at Cedric for being a little boy, and Dean, who thinks that if the age limit is lifted, he will definitely become a warrior.

The two strong-mouthed kings shrank into quails, and John took the Goblet of Fire and circled around the long table.

"Put down your names and let me see how courageous you are to slander others behind your back."

When the Goblet of Fire was turned to Harry, John chuckled and said, "Harry, why don't you give it a try?"

Harry clenched his fists and stared at John with his emerald eyes.

"John Wick." Dumbledore said at this time.

He looked at John complicatedly and said, "Put the Goblet of Fire back."

John bowed and said respectfully: "Of course, I will never disobey your request."

After saying that, John walked outside.

There were people on both sides making way for him. He stood outside the age circle and took a step inside.

Magic power overflowed and enveloped the whole body.

The age circle had no effect on him. He walked over expressionlessly and put the Goblet of Fire back with his own hands.

He walked in the age circle as if he were a slap in the face of anyone who doubted him.

It's not that he doesn't have the strength, it's just that he has disdain for it.

Malfoy trotted out, opening his hands to the people in the auditorium as he walked, and he laughed loudly: "Our king, sitting high on the throne, disdains games with the weak."

How could the King of Slytherin end up personally?

Only his words were left in the auditorium.

Ron didn't have the nerve to stay any longer and left with a pale face.

Harry and Hermione hurriedly chased after him, and Hermione recalled John's appearance just now.

She felt a little strange, the John now was completely different from before.

Sharp and sharp.

He stepped on the age circle and stepped on the rules of the game that Dumbledore had painstakingly worked out.

John Wick does not intend to continue to be an NPC in Dumbledore's House Game.

Fleur saw John. She was wearing a light blue school uniform. She held up the hem of her skirt with both hands and gave John a slight salute.

Wearing the emblem of the Society of Stars, she cast her name into the Goblet of Fire.

Ms. Maxim had just taken in everything, and she probably didn't expect that John could ignore the age circle left by Dumbledore.

The Beauxbatons students all looked at John strangely, and they lined up to put in their names.

…

In teaching Neville at the Shrieking Shack, John gave him a bearer wand, so he didn't have to worry about being discovered using dark magic.

At night, John and Neville left.

They headed to the auditorium, where the three school warriors would compete today.

On the way, Neville wanted to speak several times, but finally closed his mouth.

Seeing him like this, John said helplessly: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"John, do you hate Harry and the others?" Neville obviously heard something and said cautiously: "I heard from others that you had conflicts with them."

In fact, Neville was very conflicted. He thought Harry and the others were pretty good.

Hearing Neville's worry, John shook his head and said, "No, I don't hate Harry. Hermione is my friend. It's just that this time Ron Weasley made such nonsense."

He was telling the truth. If it weren't for Ron, he really wouldn't have met Harry.

He didn't have this idea to deal with the savior.

His track has never been students.

Although Dumbledore was not very kind in his actions, he would not anger children.

"Ron is indeed weird sometimes." Neville breathed a sigh of relief.

The two came to the auditorium to say goodbye.

The long Slytherin table always reserved a seat for John, and no one dared to sit on it.

Candlelight illuminated the auditorium, and the Goblet of Fire had been placed inside.

The students were anxious to know the result. The Weasley twins no longer had that big beard.

But they'll have to wait until the Halloween dinner is over to find out the results.

Finally, the golden plate returned to being spotless.

The voices in the auditorium suddenly became louder, and Dumbledore stood up.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

"Well, it's time for the Goblet to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I reckon there's a minute left. Listen, once the names of the champions are announced, I want them to walk up to the top of the Great Hall and along the staff table. Go over there and enter that room next door."

A minute passed as he babbled.

Dumbledore waved his wand widely.

Except for the jack-o'-lantern, all the candles were out.

The Goblet of Fire bloomed with dazzling light, the blue-white flames turned red, and crackling sparks burst out.

A tongue of fire leaped into the air, and the burnt parchment slowly fell.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand to catch it, and said in a clear and powerful voice: "Victor Krum!"

This result was as expected. Heinrich's face was expressionless, but his eyes dimmed.

Klum stood up and left, following the procedure and walking into the next room.

The applause died down, and a few seconds later a second piece of parchment was spit out.

"Champion of Beauxbatons," Dumbledore announced, "Fleur Delacour!"

Fleur stood up, shook her silver hair, and passed between the tables lightly.

She also entered the next room.

The Goblet of Fire turned red again, tongues of fire shot high into the air, and a third piece of parchment appeared.

"The Champion of Hogwarts," Dumbledore shouted, "Cedric Diggory!"

Cheers erupted, especially from the Hufflepuff table.

Malfoy saw that Ron's face was not good-looking, and he raised his eyebrows in that direction proudly, with a mocking look on his face.

The noise finally died down, and Dumbledore was just about to end the selection.

Suddenly, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks burst out, long tongues of fire jumped into the air, and a fourth piece of parchment flew out.

Dumbledore subconsciously stretched out a hand to catch it. He stared at the name on it. After a long silence, he cleared his throat and read loudly: "Harry Potter."

This scene caught everyone by surprise, even Dumbledore.

When he took the paper, he glanced at John subconsciously.

There was no applause after the announcement.

Harry saw the classmates at the Gryffindor table looking at him with their mouths open.

"I didn't put my name in." He explained to Ron and Hermione, confused, "You know I didn't."

But without giving him a chance to explain clearly, Dumbledore called Harry away.

Harry stood up, stumbled awkwardly on the hem of his robes, and walked forward along the road.

John glanced over and Malfoy almost laughed.

"Look at the hypocrisy of the Savior. John asked him to vote, but he didn't want to. It turns out that he had been secretly put in long ago."

The Slytherin table burst into laughter, as if they were watching a joke.

Their voices did not lower, making the Gryffindors anxious and angry.

Daphne grabbed John's sleeve and pulled it, and asked curiously: "Is it him?"

John shook his head and said, "He doesn't have the ability."

Very directly, John cut off the possibility of Harry cheating from his strength.

The only possibility is for someone else to put his name in it.

This required a strong confusion spell, and John thought about the fact that the secret room had been entered.

…

Chapter 205 Discussion and Cold War

The auditorium was buzzing with noise, and John saw Percy trying to maintain order.

"Percy."

John called to Percy, who looked around the auditorium, then stepped forward.

John also felt strange about the fourth warrior, but he was more concerned about how to deal with it.

"There was a lot of noise in the next room. Ms. Maxim and Principal Karkaroff felt it was unfair. Mr. Crouch was very embarrassed."

Percy didn't hide anything. There was a vague intention to take action inside, which troubled old Barty very much.

He wasn't sure whether to continue. The game was unfair and the Triwizard Tournament seemed like a joke.

John smiled when he heard this.

He whispered: "Tell old Barty that a game full of surprises will attract more attention."

Percy's eyes widened, surprised by what John called Old Barty.

But now was not a good time to ask. He looked deeply at John and walked into the next room.

…

There was a noise, as Karkaroff and Madam Maxime demanded an explanation from Dumbledore.

The three warriors had different expressions. Fleur raised her head arrogantly, Krum frowned, and Cedric looked confused.

Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madam Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape are all there.

Old Batty looked gloomily at the side, and Bagman felt that it was not too big a deal to watch the excitement.

"Hogwarts has two warriors? I don't remember anyone telling me that the host school can have two warriors." Karkaroff said coldly.

"This is impossible." Ms. Maxim also said: "Hogwarts cannot have two warriors. This is extremely unfair."

They were aggressive, and in their eyes, Dumbledore seemed to be an old fool practicing favoritism.

"Potter and Karkaroff can only be blamed for this," Snape's eyes flashed with hostility, "Potter insists on violating the charter. He has continued to violate school rules since he entered the school."

"Thank you, Severus," Dumbledore said firmly, and Snape had to shut up.

Dumbledore looked down at Harry and asked calmly: "Harry, have you ever put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"No." Harry knew that a group of people were looking at him, and he tried to stay calm.

Dumbledore asked again: "Did you ask any older classmates to help you?"

"No!" Harry was a little excited. Did Dumbledore also doubt himself?

"He must be lying!" Ms. Maxim questioned loudly.

Professor McGonagall couldn't see this, and she said: "It is impossible for him to cross that age line, I believe this..."