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On the day when the Goblet of Fire chose the champion, the banquet hall at Hogwarts was full of people.

Dumbledore, as the host, was the one to get the note.

"Today is an important moment, the selection of the warriors." Dumbledore said, raising his hand and approaching the Goblet of Fire.

The little wizards held their breath and stared at Dumbledore's hand with excitement.

The flames in the Goblet of Fire suddenly changed from blue to red and spurted upward. Spit out a piece of paper with burning marks.

"The first one, the warrior of Durmstrang - Viktor Krum." Dumbledore said these words, and the little wizards from Durmstrang cheered collectively.

Krum stepped out of the crowd and shook Dumbledore's hand. Then he walked aside and waited.

The flames spurted again, and Dumbledore caught the second piece of paper. This is a piece of paper with a lace.

"The second one is Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - Fleur Delacour."

The screams of girls came from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Fleur stood up with a smile and gracefully walked towards Dumbledore to shake his hand. Then he walked next to Krum and waited for the third person.

Dumbledore looked at the piece of paper in his hand and was silent for a second. It was really him, just like the prophecy.

"The third hero of Hogwarts is - Cedric Diggory."

The young wizards at Hogwarts had the largest number of people and the loudest cheers erupted. Cedric stood up and smiled very happily.

Dumbledore patted Cedric on the shoulder.

Seeing that the Goblet of Fire didn't respond, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the crowd.

"Okay, now the three warriors have been selected. But in the end, only one can win the championship."

"Puff...bang!" The Goblet of Fire spurted out red flames again. A piece of burned paper flew out.

Dumbledore frowned and reached out to catch the paper.

The smiles on the other two principals' faces also disappeared. He looked at Dumbledore with a serious face.

"Harry Potter." Dumbledore read the name written on the piece of paper.

Lilith clenched her fists. Sure enough, there must be something wrong with Moody...

"Harry Potter." Dumbledore repeated.

Hermione pushed the stunned Harry and motioned for him to come forward.

No cheers, no applause. Everyone was stunned. Ron's expression was ugly, and he felt as if his brother had betrayed him.

Draco was a little worried. He knew that many people had died in this activity over the years.

Harry took the paper in disbelief. See clearly that it is indeed his name.

"But, I didn't put my name in it." Harry saw that Dumbledore and the other principals looked ugly, and he quickly defended himself.

"He cheated, he is not over 17 years old." Someone in the crowd shouted.

"I..." Harry turned pale.

Dumbledore said nothing, only pushed his back and motioned for him to walk to the ranks of warriors.

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A fierce quarrel broke out in the principal's office.

"This is not fair!"

"Shut up you Frenchie!"

"Everything looks like a conspiracy to you!"

"Be quiet, the noise is giving me a headache!"

"Shut up! I can't think anymore!"

"Can you listen to me!"

"I protest!"

"This is definitely a conspiracy!"

Harry stood in the headmaster's office, feeling like his head was about to explode, but he could only remain motionless like a quail.

"Harry, are you sure you didn't put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore still wanted to confirm.

"I'm sure, Headmaster." Harry said with tears in his eyes. I feel that I really died unjustly.

"He is lying." The tall Ms. Maxim retorted.

"He didn't." Dumbledore turned around and rebutted her. "The Goblet of Fire is a more powerful magical instrument. If you want to deceive it, you need a powerful confusion spell. I don't think fourth grade students have this ability."

"Not to mention I also set up a second layer of protection."

The two principals were speechless.

"Not necessarily." Moody interjected, his magic eye rolling. "Harry, that friend of yours, Lilith Bude, learns everything very quickly. Maybe she has this ability."

"Lilith Bude has been with me all the time. You want to say that my students would do such things." Professor Snape's deep voice left no room for doubt.

"But she's a Gryffindor," Moody retorted.

"That is also the student I am most satisfied with." Professor Snape stared into Moody's eyes, his aura soaring.

"That's enough." Dumbledore walked towards Barty Crouch. "You decide, Barty."

As the Director of the Department of Magical Cooperation, Barty Crouch has the right to decide all this.

"The rules are absolute. Since the Goblet of Fire chose Mr. Potter, he is one of the warriors in the tournament." Barty Crouch looked at the uneasy Harry.

Harry clutched his clothes, looking very nervous.

Snape and Dumbledore looked at each other cryptically. This is the only way to finally decide.

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"It shouldn't be like this." Professor McGonagall said to Dumbledore. "First it was the Dark Mark, and now it's like this. It's too dangerous, and Harry shouldn't participate."

"Barty said, rules are rules." Dumbledore rubbed his eyebrows. The double-sided mirror held in the other hand was slightly hot.

"But when have you ever listened to the Ministry of Magic?" Professor McGonagall wanted to protect her students.

"Ugh...Harry needs to grow up, Minerva." Dumbledore sighed. "We can't protect him forever."

"But isn't there a gentler way?" Professor McGonagall was very troubled.

"You-Know-Who will not be gentle to him." Professor Snape held his arm. The mark had become hot in the past few days. It was the Dark Lord summoning the Death Eaters.

Dumbledore: "I agree with Severus. However, I will take good care of him, but I won't let Harry know.