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After Dumbledore pronounced Sylvia's name, a strange scene occurred in the auditorium. Some students who didn't understand the abnormality couldn't help but jumped up from their seats and clapped vigorously. However, after just a few seconds, they realized that Something was wrong—most of the students in the auditorium were stunned in their seats with embarrassing faces, wondering if they should cheer.

Those few students who jumped up and cheered stopped applauding, turned their heads to look at other people's actions, and understood what they seemed to have done wrong in a daze, so they quickly sat down blushing, but followed them to the other students around Inquiring in a low voice, the bewildered silence in the auditorium was finally broken.

Soon, rustling discussions spread.

"This is against the rules!" Compared to the quiet discussion of the students, Madam Maxim's annoyed questioning from the professor's chair was very loud, "I heard that Miss Slytherin is not yet 17 years old. ! It's not our decision, Dumbledore!"

"I understand, Madam Maxime, but..." Dumbledore frowned, and what he was about to say was suddenly interrupted by the tongue of flames that shot up again from the Goblet of Fire.

Another piece of burnt parchment flew out. After the warriors from the three schools had made their decision, yet another piece of parchment flew out!

The discussion in the auditorium disappeared in an instant, and everyone stared at Dumbledore who was frowning and holding the parchment with a serious face.

It seems that their actions last night did not bring much results... This idea emerged in the minds of Sylvia and Camille at the same time.Originally, they all thought that after Little Crouch was knocked unconscious by Dumbledore, it would be difficult for another person who was stronger than all Hogwarts candidates to vote for Sylvia's name, but now even Sylvia's The names have all appeared, so the rest, besides the three schools, there is also a candidate for the representative of the fourth school who was secretly registered by Little Crouch in advance...

"Harry Potter!" Sure enough, only Voldemort was the thorn in his side...

When Dumbledore thought this, the auditorium seemed to explode this time. Many people slapped the table with angry expressions, but there were also many Gryffindors who didn't mind too many things jumped up and cheered to congratulate their college. A warrior came out, and the whole auditorium was in chaos.

"Silence!!" Sylvia said coldly.

Her voice was not loud at all, it didn't seem to pass through the ears, but it seemed to appear directly in everyone's head. The terrifying feeling of hitting the brain with a hammer scared everyone shut up. Some students who were less able to bear it even fell back to their chairs with pale faces.And judging from the fact that the tall Mrs. Maxim and Karkaroff, who immediately jumped up to object after announcing that Harry had been selected, both trembled and finally regained their composure and sat back in their seats, it seems that Sylvia's mouth A warning of cold anger was more than just going into the heads of the students.

In the silent auditorium, Sylvia slowly stood up from her seat, and everyone's realization was focused on this girl with silver-gray slightly curly hair and an extremely perfect figure.

Then a pair of blood-red eyes came into view, with introverted but not negligible anger and scrutiny, the blood-red eyes swept across, as if they were real eyes, making everyone feel as if a layer of skin had been scraped off their bodies Creepy - now nobody thinks Miss Slytherin voted for her name.

Mad! !Sylvia held back her anger and walked towards the professor's seat.The contract magic pattern on the Goblet of Fire that I saw last night came to my mind... the more I think about it, the more angry I get! !

"The candidate selected by the Goblet of Fire is equivalent to signing a magic contract, which cannot be changed, and must participate in the set task-in this case, the task is the Triwizard Tournament." Sylvia stood passing Dumbledore When the principal was beside him, he explained aloud.

Ignoring the slight voice that reappeared after hearing what she said, Sylvia didn't stop, and continued to walk towards the side door. During the process, she turned her head to look at the Gryffindor table, which was a little fidgeting and wrinkled. Camille, who was frowning, lost his anger a little bit, and blinked at Camille, who seemed also angry.Seeing Camille sat down on the chair again, Sylvia opened the door and entered the small room next to her.

Camille also seems to be very angry... No wonder, she experienced such a cruel gladiatorial fight when she was a child. Although she knew that the so-called triwizard hegemony would not be like that, but seeing her girlfriend being framed had to appear. Still feel angry.At first, Sylvia was very angry and thought, it's better not to let her find out which nasty thing framed her, but now she is a little relieved - if the person who framed her just now is exposed, Camille will definitely use She rushed up at a speed that no human could react, and tore that guy into pieces... And she didn't want to go to Azkaban to rob another prison at all!

Thinking of some complaints, Sylvia finally calmed down.

Entering through the side door next to the professor's chair, Sylvia came to a small room. On the walls on both sides were portraits of some famous wizards who once taught at Hogwarts. A small fireplace in the center of the circle of portraits was burning vigorously. .

Krum was leaning against the low table used for decoration by the fireplace, his face was expressionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.Hearing the sound of the door opening, Delacour, who was standing directly in front of the fireplace with his hands folded on his chest, shook his long shiny silver hair and turned his head.

"Hello, Hogwarts warrior." Fleur nodded to Sylvia. Although it was a greeting, her high head and cold and alert tone did not have any sense of intimacy.

"Hello...huh?" After hearing Fleur's words, Krum also turned his head. At first, he seemed to bow his head and greet Sylvia politely, but soon he realized that the girl in front of him looked familiar.

"It's...Miss Slytherin? I remember that you are the head of Slytherin House. Mr. Dracor said that you are not yet 17 years old..." Krum said bluntly with a very strange English accent.

"Under the age of 17?! But Mr. Dumbledore...Miss Slytherin?! Are you the heir of the Slytherin family? You wrote the "Origin of Darkness"?" Fleur just raised her voice and questioned Sylvia, but the notoriety of Slytherin is too loud, especially not long ago this year, the legal black magic book that was snapped up by all parties suddenly appeared in Lihen bookstores in Paris and London, the ancient Slytherin The almost forgotten surname has revived a wave of research and discussion in France.

Sylvia had a polite smile on her face, and nodded absently, "I wrote it. It's the first book in a series of comparative analysis of ancient magic and modern magic."

Fu Rong gasped softly, took a small step back and leaned against the wall on the other side of the fireplace, was pulled back from her thoughts by the cold stone wall behind her, realized that she was a little cowardly, coughed lightly, and said calmly : "Cough...Even so, I will not give up the game, we Beauxbatons will not lose to Hogwarts! Hmph!" Said sternly, but did not mention that Sylvia was under 17 years old matter.

Just as Fleur had finished speaking, the door of the small room was opened again. Harry walked in with a pale face and straight eyes, and stood stiffly by the door.

"What's the matter?" Fleur looked at Harry, "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?" It's no wonder that Fleur misunderstood, after all the warriors from the three schools had already been decided, she thought Harry just came in to spread the word.

Just when Harry hesitated and didn't know what to do, Ludo Bagman slammed open the door and rushed in.

"How queer!" said Bagman, clutching Harry's arm, as he made his way into the room, "how queer! Oh! Yes, yes, ladies and this gentleman," he went to the fire, Say to Sylvia and the other two warriors from other schools, "Please allow me to introduce—although it must be admitted that this is really incredible—this is our fourth warrior in this Triwizard Tournament!"

The fourth warrior? !Krum, who seemed not interested in anything, finally straightened his back this time, and looked Harry up and down with a gloomy face.Fleur Delacour played with her silver hair and smiled, "This joke is very interesting, Mr. Bagman."

"A joke? Oh, no, no, it's definitely not a joke, Harry's name was just sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire!"

"There's clearly a mistake," Fleur said to Bagman haughtily. "He can't. He's only a boy."

puff!Sylvia turned her head in time, not letting her smirk show.But what Miss Delacour said was actually correct. Potter was a bit shorter than them just because of his height, especially since he was stunned and there was nothing but anxiety on his face, and he didn't have any confidence at all.

Before Bagman could say anything, the door of the room was pushed open again, and this time a large group of people poured in - Principal Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff, Madam Maxime, Professor McGonagall and Snape The professors also followed in.

Before Professor McGonagall closed the door of the room, the whole room could hear the humming of students' heated discussions in the auditorium outside.

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur strode towards her principal, frowning with finely manicured eyebrows, "They said that this little boy also wants to participate in the competition!"

Mrs. Maxim embraced her students, her little finger and ring finger rested on Furong's shoulders, her palm was bigger than two Furong's heads, and her straight body made her head almost stick to the chandelier filled with candles. Her huge breasts, clad in black satin, rose and fell violently.

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?" she said arrogantly.

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said with an icy smile on his face, his blue eyes as cold as ice cubes, "there are two warriors at Hogwarts? I don't remember being told I told you that the host school can have two warriors—haven't I read those regulations carefully enough?"

"It's impossible," Mrs. Maxim shook her head, and accidentally touched the chandelier. The candlelight shook violently, and the light in the room shook along with the candlelight, casting a strange light on and off on everyone's face, but This did not affect Madam Maxim's anger, "It's unfair that Hogwarts cannot have two warriors."

"It is our impression that your age line excludes underage competitors, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, still with the icy smile on his face, and the chill in his eyes deepened. "Otherwise, we will surely bring in more candidates from our school as well."

"I recognize the strength of Miss Slytherin. She has the ability to surpass your age. Besides, it is said that she is 17 years old in just a few days. There is no objection to Miss Slytherin being selected as Beauxbaton, but this ...Mister is too exaggerated, Dumbledore, do you think he has the ability to compete?!" Even Fleur, a student, recognized Sylvia, and Mrs. Maxim naturally knew Sylvia for a long time. up.

"Mr. Bagman," Karkaroff said, his voice becoming oily, "there's only one other referee. Where's Mr. Crouch?"

"Mr. Crouch has some temporary matters to deal with. He left Hogwarts urgently last night, but the person who will temporarily replace him at the event will arrive tomorrow." Dumbledore explained in a gentle tone.

"Well then, Mr. Bagman, only you can judge now! I believe that the British Ministry of Magic must be ours, the objective judge, right? You must also think that this matter is extremely inappropriate, don't you?" ?” Karkaroff asked slickly.

"Uh... Well, I think we must abide by the regulations, which clearly stipulates..." Bagman wiped the sweat from his brow, pulled out a crumpled booklet from his pocket, and flipped through the After a while, it seemed that he had finally found what he was looking for, and then he continued, "Ah, look here—anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"And I think I said it in the auditorium just now," Sylvia, who had been staying out of the matter, said suddenly, and everyone in the room turned to look at her, "The Goblet of Fire itself, the magic pattern etched on the goblet is already It is very clear and clear that the moment you put your name in, it is tantamount to accepting the challenge—this is the magic contract stipulated by the magic pattern. Everyone should understand the inviolability of the magic contract, especially the Goblet of Fire is still the product of ancient love alchemy, which violates the contract , it won't end well..." Sylvia said coolly.

I didn't want to participate in the wrangling of these principals, but they have dragged on for too long. Now Sylvia just wants to go back to the auditorium to take her big wolfhound away, nest it on her fluffy belly after transformation, and have a good time with her Complain about it.

There was a brief silence in the room, both Karkaroff and Madam Maxim understood that Sylvia could not lie.Even if they are not familiar with alchemy, they only need to find two or three alchemists to find out. It is impossible for Sylvia to lie.

"How this situation came about, we don't know." Finally Dumbledore stood up and said to everyone gathered in the room, "Unfortunately, we have no choice but to accept it."

Oh...thanks Merlin!Praise Merlin!This farce is finally over - at least the first part of 'agreeing that Hogwarts will have No. Come up with more questions.