[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

Harry stood up in a daze, hardly knowing how he got to the small room.Moriarty and Sherlock followed behind him, hundreds of eyes stared at them behind him, and there was a huge uproar in the auditorium.

The people in the small room did not notice the changes in the outside world at all.The three warriors who had been selected before were standing around the fire, Krum leaned on the stove and meditated, Cedric stared at the fire, only Fleur turned around and looked at them: "What's wrong? Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

Harry opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.He looked away in embarrassment.Fu Rong turned her attention to the other two: "Why did they let the first grade come here? Are you here to help?"

Just as Moriarty was about to speak, Sherlock spoke first, "No, we are the other three warriors who were just selected by the Goblet of Fire."

"What!?" Fu Rong raised her voice in disbelief, and the other two looked at them with surprise.Harry was numb, Moriarty was innocent, and Sherlock's expression didn't change at all.

After a pause of two seconds, Fu Rong shook her long hair and laughed: "Oh, this joke is really good, I believe it's true. What did they ask you to come here for?"

"Let us, as the chosen warriors, come here and wait for the time being." Sherlock said clearly, and glanced at Moriarty, "The Goblet of Fire just sprayed out our names...According to the rules of the competition, the Warriors and the Flame There will be some kind of special contract between the cups, once selected by the Goblet of Fire, they must complete the entire game. So it is not a joke, nor is it a temporary accident, I am afraid that we must become warriors."

Moriarty looked away nonchalantly, grinning from the bottom of his heart.Be suspicious of him, Sherlock... He can't find any evidence anyway.A good show is about to begin, but it's a pity that it lasted a little longer, which doesn't fit his usual style.

While several people in the room were looking at each other, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps from the door.Soon, headmasters, professors and Ministry of Magic officials in charge of the competition all came in.Walking in the front was Ludo Bagman, director of the sports department, and he alone looked radiant and excited: "It's surreal! Oh, it's surreal! You've already introduced each other Huh? Looks like not, gentlemen... ma'am, allow me to introduce—"

"Mr. Bagman—" Madame Maxime exclaimed angrily.Fleur immediately walked towards her: "Mrs. Maxime! He—that little boy said they would also participate in the competition!"

"Little Boy" Sherlock: "..."

Moriarty laughed unceremoniously.

This untimely laugh drew Karkaroff's benevolent gaze, but he immediately felt a sudden burning pain on his arm, he looked away in surprise, and subconsciously looked at Snape who was not far away .But Moriarty has a plug-in, how he wants the Dark Mark to react, the Dark Mark will react.Of course Snape couldn't feel the burning pain, and thought Karkaroff was going crazy, so he gave him a strange look.

Madam Maxim asked coldly: "What's going on, Dumbledore? Could it be that the hosting school can have this kind of privilege—four colleges—four warriors—then we should also Divide up a few more colleges to win places!?"

Karkaroff immediately chimed in: "That's it, Dumbledore, why didn't you tell us earlier that the competition changed the selection principles? And in our impression, your age limit can exclude less qualified competitors Outside."

"Yes, this matter is really curious." Dumbledore said softly, and glanced at the warriors, "How did their names appear in the Goblet of Fire? ... This is obviously a conspiracy."

"Conspiracy?" Karkaroff sneered, and said slickly, "That's right, one conspiracy can add three competitors to his school..."

"Even if we want to compete in this way, we won't allow underage students to participate, not to mention there are two first graders." Dumbledore said calmly, "I don't want to argue with you, Igor , you should always understand the dangers of the game."

"Because of this, we can't let them participate!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, "Two first graders—and one fourth grade—how many spells can they learn? Let them participate in the competition, which is tantamount to murder!"

Madam Maxim said arrogantly: "That's great, we have now reached an agreement, no one wants them to participate in the competition."

"But this matter..." Bagman looked at Mr. Crouch hesitantly, and stammered: "We have to abide by the regulations...the regulations in the regulations..."

"Then let a broken magic tool influence the contestants!" Madam Maxim shouted angrily.

Karkaroff said darkly: "If this is the case, I ask my students to re-register to ensure at least fairness in the hands of those who participated."

Professor McGonagall said: "But it's clearly a conspiracy—"

"Conspiracy!" cried Karkaroff, "if it's a conspiracy, I hope Durmstrang will get more! It's so unfair that it took us so long to negotiate it, only to have it happen again." That kind of thing--I just want to get out of here now!"

"I wish I could see you stay away from Hogwarts right now, Karkaroff!" A voice rang out, and Moody walked into the room.He glanced at Karkaroff with hatred, and growled: "This is in your favor, isn't it? Because of the magic contract, they must participate in this competition, and they must all participate!"

Karkaroff's fingers tightened, and he said nonchalantly, "I don't understand what you mean, Moody."

"There are four warriors at Hogwarts!" Moody said coldly, "but three of them are ineligible - two first-years, needless to say - and one is Harry Potter -"

"I think it's all Potter's fault." Snape said softly, with malice in his tone, "Potter has always been like this, rebellious - if he managed to sneak the name in, I wouldn't mind it at all." I am not surprised. Moriarty and Holmes are people he knows, and Holmes has always been very clever, and it is possible that they conspired behind the scenes—”

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore interrupted him, calmly, "Perhaps we should ask the person concerned first."

Those eyes immediately turned to Moriarty and the others.Harry stammered to defend himself, Moriarty's expression was blank and guarded, Sherlock looked cold, staring at a certain portrait on the wall without saying a word, as if he was suddenly interested in painting techniques. interested.In the end, they couldn't draw any conclusions, and Mr. Crouch could only talk about the content and time of the first project roughly, and then they left there.

They wasted an hour or two, and when they came out the hall was empty.Cedric and Harry walked ahead with their heads down, and Sherlock suddenly grabbed Moriarty's wrist: "Moriarty——I have something to tell you."

"I also thought you had a lot to say." Moriarty raised his eyebrows, "But why didn't you say a word just now?"

"I'm withdrawn, not a fool." Sherlock said flatly, "Karkaroff and Madam Maxime don't treat me like Dumbledore, if I talk too much, they won't think that I A genius, and would only think I was a Dumbledore target."

"Whoa - I never knew Sherlock Holmes could have vanity?" Moriarty whistled softly. "There are some very inaccurate adjectives in there, Sherlock - But I'm not going to correct you. Don't they always think of us as fools?"

"—but they didn't expect that it was a fool who they didn't expect to plan this incident." The burning fire reflected in Sherlock's pupils, "It's not difficult to guess how you did it. The age limit prevents Just underage students, you can ask Moody to put the note in it and do a magic trick to make the cup think we're from different schools and it picks contestants for each school... but you don't think so Is it too much of a move? Potter and Digory, four houses..."

Moriarty said nothing.Sherlock suddenly interrupted his words again, and laughed: "I understand...I understand. Because this kind of words are too prominent, Digory's voice was very strong before, if even a truly qualified contestant Nothing, the matter seems too abrupt. And Potter is the savior, choosing him will help to divert attention...Why?"

Moriarty raised his eyelids, looking sleepy: "Why?"

"Why did you choose this game as the battlefield?" Sherlock looked at him with raised eyebrows, with a smile on his face, "A game that lasted the entire school year? Why? What's special about it? I don't think A wizards' match would be a suitable battleground for us...that means there are still things involved that you know and I don't."

"You want to know?" Moriarty finally gave him a look, "but I've come to a conclusion. Come on, there's no need to start the game, I've already won. You're still a mortal in the end? Just Well, Sherlock, wash up and go to sleep. Daddy is so disappointed!"

He tilted his head and made a gesture of throwing away the garbage, then turned and walked down the stairs in the cellar.

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