The Admiral of Hogwarts

Under the surprised gazes of everyone, Harry Potter dragged his heavy steps to the lounge at the back. Headmaster Dumbledore and the other headmasters gathered together to discuss the matter.

Soon, the headmasters discussed a set of rules, and then Professor Dumbledore led the other headmasters, professors, and Ministry of Magic officials to the teachers' lounge at the back.

Seeing this unusual situation, the Great Hall immediately erupted. Almost everyone was discussing the matter of Harry, this unexpected contestant, with their nearby classmates.

The Granger siblings were no exception at this time. They seemed to be quietly listening to the discussions of the surrounding students, but in reality, they connected their souls to Enterprise and Veneto's perspectives in the Admiral Network.

As the Hogwarts staff member responsible for security and the guardian of the Great Hall doors last night, Enterprise was naturally called to participate in this discussion.

"This is too bizarre!" From Veneto's perspective, Ludo Bagman was the first to rush into the small room, then stepped forward, pinched Harry's arm hard, and muttered in a low voice.

"Absolutely bizarre! Ladies and gentlemen," he walked to the fireplace and said to the other three people, "Allow me to introduce—although it seems incredible—the fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament!"

Silence immediately enveloped the entire room. Finally, Fleur Delacour, the older of the champions, broke the silence: "Oh, this is a funny joke, Mr. Bagman."

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

"But he hasn't reached the age, nor has he shown corresponding strength. How did he pass the selection of the Goblet of Fire?"

"Yes... it is indeed surprising," Bagman rubbed his chin, smiling as he looked down at Harry, "But, you also know that the age limit, as an additional safety measure, was only implemented this year."

"Since his name came out of the Goblet, then it cannot be changed—I mean, since the selection has reached this point, it is not allowed to escape at the last moment."

"Harry is destined to be a champion. The rules are very clear, you must abide by them, therefore Harry must do his best to participate in the Triwizard Tournament—"

Before Bagman could finish speaking, the door opened again. A large group of people, including Enterprise, walked into the room from outside the door, making the already small room crowded.

"What exactly is going on, Dumbledore?" Madam Maxime straightened her burly figure. Her handsome head touched the chandelier filled with candles, and her huge chest in black satin clothes heaved violently.

"I would also like to know this, Dumbledore," Professor Karkaroff said—a cold smile on his face, his blue eyes radiating coldness like ice.

"The age circle you drew as the strongest white wizard should not be so easily broken through. I admit that some people may be gifted, but I think this Mr. Potter should not have such ability."

"This matter can only be blamed on Potter, Karkaroff," Snape said softly, his black eyes flashing with hostility, "Don't blame Dumbledore, it's all Potter's fault for insisting on violating the regulations. He has been violating school rules since he entered the school—"

"Professor Snape, I know that you and Karkaroff were once colleagues," Enterprise suddenly said at this time, "But as a professor, I hope that you can comment on a person based on facts rather than prejudice."

"You—" Snape, of course, could hear what Enterprise was saying at this time, so he immediately closed his mouth, but repeatedly looked at Enterprise and Harry's faces with a malicious gaze.

"Harry, first take a look at whether this is the piece of paper you threw in," Dumbledore seemed not to have heard the argument of his professors. He gave Harry the piece of parchment with slightly burnt edges in front of everyone, and then asked calmly.

"This piece of paper was definitely not written by me," Harry said excitedly after looking at the paper.

"Because what I wrote on the paper was Hogwarts, Harry Potter, and I used blue ink. And this piece of paper only has the name Harry Potter, and it uses black ink."

"Ah, he must be lying!" Madam Maxime said loudly. Snape shook his head and pursed his lips. This attitude really made people wonder which school he was a professor of.

"I don't think Harry is lying," Veneto suddenly stood up and said, and Harry immediately looked at Veneto with gratitude.

"Little guy, you don't need to defend your classmate. There are so many wizards here. I don't think a Muggle-born little wizard can discover anything," Karkaroff said with contempt in his tone.

"The level of wizards has nothing to do with their bloodline, Karkaroff. I have seen more than one idiot among pure-blood wizards, put away your set of faces."

Moody angrily tapped his wand on the ground at this time, then turned his head and stared at Veneto with both eyes. "Speak, child, what did you discover?"

"I looked at the piece of paper that Harry gave me once before I threw it into the Goblet of Fire," Veneto sighed softly, and then said calmly.

"What I can be sure of is that all the formats of the pieces of paper I threw into the Goblet at that time were school plus name. I think the piece of paper in the headmaster's hand should be able to explain this."

"Yes, that's indeed the case," Professor Dumbledore said, taking out three other pieces of parchment that had just been ejected from the Goblet of Fire. Everyone could see at a glance that Fleur and Krum's parchments only had names, while Veneto's parchment had the school name.

"Moreover, there are suspicious points on Harry's parchment itself," Enterprise suddenly said, then took the piece of Harry's parchment from Headmaster Dumbledore's hand. "The ink on it is wrong."

"You're making excuses!" Karkaroff shouted furiously. "Are the professors at your Hogwarts all so sophistical? This is clearly ordinary ink."

"No, this is ink mixed with Australian Opaleye dragon blood," Enterprise brought the parchment closer to a lamp, and then fiddled with it. When she made the paper and the light form a certain angle, the letters suddenly reflected colorful light.

"I have only seen this kind of ink in Wenren Ju," After everyone saw the colorful light reflected just now, Enterprise said to everyone present.

"This kind of ink is actually a kind of potion. In addition to being able to guarantee that it will not fade for thousands of years, it also has a series of functions such as insect repellent, mildew removal, and moisture prevention. Of course, in this way, it is not only produced in small quantities, but the price is also very high. A small bottle costs three Galleons."

"Moreover, this kind of ink will only be sold to members of those wizarding families who are considered to have so-called noble traditions. Excuse me, Harry Potter cannot buy it at all."

"More importantly, the Goblet of Fire theoretically only selects one contestant from each school," Saying this, Enterprise looked around at everyone present.

"And I don't think any of those students have the knowledge and power to change this ancient and powerful alchemy tool, the Goblet of Fire, and make it spit out the name of a fourth person who should not have existed."