[HP] The Last Demon King

The eyes of the entire auditorium were focused on Eridings, and even people who did not know Eridings found her in the spotlight.

Aridins neither stood up from her seat nor panicked, she turned her head to Dumbledore with her usual expression.

"The champion of Hogwarts is Eridence Selwyn. You may go into the next room," said Dumbledore in the wordless silence, the smile on his face fading.

Malfoy stared blankly at Eridence, his mouth open.

Aridins still sat in her seat, she looked at Dumbledore calmly: "I refuse."

There was a gasp in the auditorium.

"I didn't sign up, and I didn't ask others to help me sign up. I don't have the intention to participate." Eridins' indifferent and calm face was in stark contrast to the shaken and flustered others.

Dumbledore looked at her for a while, and seemed to believe her words, the sternness in his blue eyes faded: "The Goblet of Fire chose you... No matter how your name got in, we'll talk about it later, now You go to the next room first."

Aridins and Dumbledore looked at each other for a few seconds, then stood up, walked to the top of the auditorium, walked past the staff table, and entered the small room under the full attention of the audience.

Both sides of the small room were covered with portraits of wizards. Eridens walked into the room while they were in a daze. Krum and Delacour were surrounded by the fire, and neither of them heard Eridins. There was the sound of footsteps until she drew nearer, casting some shadows by the fire, and they became aware of Eridins' presence.

"You... aren't you from the fourth grade?" Krum looked suspiciously at Eridins after being stunned for a moment.

Delacour's strong gaze was fixed on Eridins. I don't know where she caught Delacour's attention. Anyway, it was not the first time Delacour stared at her like this. Friendly, seems slightly hostile.

"I know you, a fourth-grade girl with a little reputation." Delacour shook her shiny silver hair: "You cheated."

Aridins ignored her and closed her eyes in the shadow of the fireplace.

"Hmph!" Delacour snorted heavily.

After a while, a voice from the entrance of the room broke the silence between the three of them. Aridins opened her eyes, and a figure came in slowly and in a daze.

The firelight illuminated his face - Harry Potter.

"What's the matter? Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?" Delacour asked, but Potter didn't say a word. He looked around the three of them with bewildered eyes, and then walked to Eredins with a confused face. .

There was a sound of chaotic footsteps from behind, and Bagman strode into the room. He grabbed Potter's arm and said loudly excitedly: "It's absolutely bizarre! Allow me to introduce—although it seems It's unbelievable—this is the fourth warrior of the Triwizard Tournament!"

Krum straightened his body and looked at Potter with a gloomy face, while Delacour sneered: "Oh, this is not funny, Mr. Bagman."

Eridins' expression remained unchanged amidst the incident.

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, puzzled. "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just spewed out of the Goblet of Fire!"

"This is obviously another mistake." Delacour said proudly. She glanced at Eridins and shook her hair again: "Of course you won't let children under the age of 17 participate? Or two indivual?"

"Stop shaking your head, you remind me of veela when it transforms." Eridins stood up straight from the shadows, and the veela at the Quidditch World Cup who clashed with leprechauns was attacking When facing the opponent, it will become a monster with a bird's head.

"You!" Delacour was very proud of the beauty she inherited from Veela, but at the same time she was a little sensitive about her blood. She frowned at Eridins and wanted to speak back, but Bagman intervened: "Calm down... well, I know, their age is not enough, but the age limit was put in place this year as an extra security measure, now that their names are sprayed out of the goblet... I mean , I think that now that we have reached this point, we are not allowed to run away...the regulations are clearly written, you must abide by...whether it is...sorry?"

"Selwyn," Eridins wrote.

"Whether it's Selwyn or Harry, they should go all out for the game," Bagman said.

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large crowd swarmed in - Dumbledore, Crouch, Karkaroff, Maxim, McGonagall, and Snape - and Snape glared at Ari Tins, with anger in his eyes.

In the seconds before McGonagall closed the door, the hum of discussion in the auditorium blew in like a storm.

"Madame Maxime!" Delacour strode towards her principal as if seeing a savior: "They said that this little boy would also participate in the competition! Neither of them is 17 years old!"

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?" Maxime said haughtily, turning her big head to Dumbledore.

"I'd like to know that too, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, with a icy smile on his face and his blue eyes as cold as ice cubes. "There are two warriors at Hogwarts? I remember someone told me that the host school can have two warriors—didn’t I read those regulations carefully enough? In our impression, your age limit can exclude underage competitors, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, the chill in his eyes deepening, "otherwise, we would surely bring more candidates from our school as well."

Snape walked up to Eridins, and a very low voice came from his pursed lips: "You really didn't put your name in the Goblet of Fire?"

Eridins nodded firmly, and added in words: "I haven't."

Snape looked up, his face was tight, and his empty black eyes were now hawk-like. He looked at Dumbledore and said, "Headmaster, I think we can make the Goblet of Fire choose again, Leaving aside the attention-loving Potter, my student did not sign up for the Triwizard Tournament, so this result should be invalid."

"If you insist on letting a child under the age of 17 fight our warriors," Maxim laughed, "I agree, I don't mind making this match easier, but—" She paused to look Looking at Dumbledore: "There can only be one."

Dumbledore pondered, he looked down at Potter and Eridins: "Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry? Eridins?"

"No," said Potter immediately. "No," wrote Eridins.

"Have you asked any of your older classmates to help you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore continued.

"No." Potter replied immediately, "No." Eridins wrote, and Delacour snorted aside.

"They must be lying!" Maxim exclaimed.

"They couldn't have crossed that age line," said Professor McGonagall, "and I'm sure we all agree on that—"

Um?Aridins didn't think she couldn't get past that age line.

"Mr. Crouch...Mr. Bagman," Karkaroff said, his voice becoming oily again, "you two are our - er - objective referees. You must also think that this matter is Very inappropriate, isn't it?"

Under everyone's gaze, Crouch said slowly: "We must abide by the statute, which clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition of the Triwizard Tournament."

His face was not very good, especially under the light of the jumping fire.

"Hey, Barty has memorized the regulations by heart," Bagman said, with a smile on his face, looking back at Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim, as if things had been settled satisfactorily.

"I insist on re-enrolling my other students." Karkaroff said, his face extremely ugly: "You have to put the Goblet of Fire back out, and we have to keep adding names to it until each school produces two Champion. That's only fair, Dumbledore."

"But Karkaroff," Bagman said, "the Goblet of Fire just went out—it won't be rekindled until the next Tournament—"

"The next competition!" Karkaroff yelled angrily, "Durmstrang will never participate! We have held so many meetings, and after so many negotiations and negotiations, we did not expect that there will be another competition." This is happening! I just want to leave now!"

"Bluff! Karkaroff!" There was a growl at the door, and Moody came in, leaning on his cane: "They all have to compete. As Dumbledore said, it's bound by a magical contract, and you can't interfere." !"

Karkaroff's expression changed. He was still yelling without any scruples before, but after Moody came in, he changed his appearance, looking nervous and without confidence.

"I don't understand what you mean," Karkaroff said.

"It's very simple," said Moody. "Selwyn managed to put her name in the Goblet of Fire for the sake of grandstanding, and she knew she was more magical than anyone else in seventh grade, so she made the plan, and Poe Special—the one who threw this innocent boy's name into the goblet must be a skilled wizard!"

"To fool the goblet into forgetting that there were only three schools in the Tournament required a particularly powerful confusion spell, and I suppose they must have entered Potter's name as a fourth school , make sure he's the only one at that school," Moody said.

"Please pay attention to your rhetoric, my students did not make such boring and crude plans." Snape said.

Karkaroff joined the call on Moody.

"How this situation came to be, we do not know," said Dumbledore to everyone assembled in the room, "but it seems to me that we have no choice but to accept it. Eridins and Harry They were all selected to participate in the competition. The magic contract has come into effect, and they also have no choice."

"Dumbledore—" Snape wanted to save the situation, but Dumbledore stopped him with his eyes.

"Of course, if you have a better way, I'm willing to listen." Dumbledore looked at Karkaroff and Maxim. The latter two looked very bad, but they didn't speak.

"Okay, let's continue?" Bagman said with a smile on his face-he was more happy than Porter was able to participate in the competition. "It's time to guide our warriors, isn't it? Batty, it's up to you Speak?"

Crouch stood up and began to explain to them the matters needing attention in participating in the Triwizard Tournament.