This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The Goblet of Fire has a history of more than 700 years, and it is actually a very powerful magic object in itself.

A wizard with high mana can confuse it by confusing spells, but if you want to forcibly modify or increase or decrease the rules that it has been running for more than 700 years, then no matter how powerful mana is, it is just a threshold. You still need to have profound knowledge of magic and its objects. understand.

Apart from Dumbledore, both principals and legendary Aurors were frightened by what Vincent said.

This tone sounded like he could do it anytime.

Moody fell into deep thought after a brief surprise.

The function of the confusion mantra should be one of two possibilities, and the next is to analyze the true purpose of that person.

But as soon as he started thinking, someone came out of the room.

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Bagman walked over with a bright smile on his face, hugging Draco and Harry enthusiastically.

Dumbledore removed the sound insulation magic and could hear the loud sound immediately.

"Three principals, how are you discussing?"

Mrs. Maxim nodded at Dumbledore, not seeming to continue to pursue the Double Warriors of Hogwarts.

Kakarov snorted coldly and nodded reluctantly.

The ancient contract between the Goblet of Fire and the Warriors has taken effect, and it is a foregone conclusion that Hogwarts has two Warriors participating.

What's more, the two 14-year-old Warriors are much better than Vincent, who makes him increasingly unable to see through.

Seeing that the two principals were not going to continue to pursue the matter, Dumbledore felt relieved.

Old Bati and the remaining two warriors also walked out of the room.

"We decided to follow the Goblet of Fire and let the four Warriors participate in this championship together."

The smile on Bagman's face became even brighter. He hugged Harry and Draco tightly, "Look, I'll just say you will definitely participate in the competition. You must support each other in the next three events."

Crum had an indifferent expression, as if neither Harry nor Draco were posing a threat to him.

Furong was a little dissatisfied, but after seeing Vincent, she couldn't help but feel relieved.

The two walked to their respective principals, and Old Batty looked at Bagman from a distance, his serious face full of displeasure.

Dumbledore reached out and put it on Harry and Draco's shoulders, "Okay, I believe Gryffindor and Slytherin's classmates are waiting for you to celebrate together, but I suggest you better go back and sleep. ”

After saying that, he looked at Bagman and Old Batty, "Ludo, Batty, it's getting late now. Do you want to stay in Hogwarts tonight?"

"No." Old Batty refused without thinking, "Now is a very busy and difficult time. I let the young Weatherby take the responsibility temporarily. His enthusiasm is very high, but to be honest, he is a little taller. Too much."

Weatherby?

Vincent almost couldn't help laughing.

Dumbledore also understood in an instant, but he did not show any abnormality, "Then, you can at least come over and have a drink before leaving?"

Old Bati shook his head decisively, "I've been delaying too much time here, I have to go back to the ministry as soon as possible."

"Okay." Dumbledore turned to look at Bagman in front of him, "Ludo, where are you?"

Bagman let go of Harry and Draco who were holding tightly with embarrassment, "Although I really want to stay here, I still have to complete the live broadcast plan for the championship as soon as possible. Minister Fudge has urged me several times."

Dumbledore looked regretful, "Work is important, we always have the opportunity to sit down and have a drink."

He turned to look at the two principals, "Professor Kakarov, Maxim, have a drink before going to bed before leaving?"

Kakarov shook his head, "I'm not used to your tastes, so forget it."

Mrs. Maxim did not refuse.

Bagman and Bati Old left one after another, and Kakarov also took Krum away.

Dumbledore led the remaining people back to the auditorium, and all the students of Demstrong were exposed.

Vincent, Harry, and Fleur returned to the Gryffindor table to sit down.

The students all looked at Dumbledore in confusion, waiting for him to explain.

"Because there are some minor situations in the Goblet of Fire, there will be four Warriors participating in this Triumph."

Dumbledore looked at the Gryffindor and Slytherin table with a smile, "Mr. Porter and Mr. Malfoy are both warriors of our school. I hope everyone can give them the same support and don't worry about who is. It's what Hogwarts calls the real warrior."

The Double Warriors are a foregone conclusion, but Gryffindor and Slytherin may only maintain superficial peace.

It’s not a matter of one day or two for students from both colleges to dislike each other. It’s actually good to be able to pretend.

Dumbledore looked at Vincent with a deep meaning, "It's getting late, everyone should go back and rest."

The students left the auditorium in an orderly manner, and Mrs. Maxim explained to the students of Boothbaton, and then returned to the staff table to sit down.

Vincent stood up and said a few words to his friends, and then came to the staff table when the people in the auditorium were almost gone.

This "bedtime drink" must not be able to escape, but I just don't know what old man Deng's plan is.

Combining all the clues at present, it is not difficult to guess that the mysterious man in black cloak has bad intentions towards Harry.

In addition, Moody was invited to the school as a professor this semester, and it seems that Dumbledore has long been on guard against Kakarov.

The professors were all gone, with Moody, McGonagall, Snape and Haeger left.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly at Hagrid, who looked at Mrs. Maxim reluctantly, but soon got up and left the auditorium.

After looking back three times, this honest and mixed-race giant completely fell.

Vincent slowly walked towards the table where he was in Snape's extremely dissatisfied eyes.

"Professor Snape, can you please stop staring at me like this? I will have nightmares tonight."

"Huh--" Amid Snape's repeated sneer, Vincent sat calmly on the empty chair next to him.

This seat is from Professor Binth of the History of Magic, and it is indeed a bit cold just now.

After seeing everyone sitting down, Dumbledore waved to the kitchen's house elf to deliver freshly squeezed juice.

He first told the two professors who were not present about the mysterious man in the black cloak.

Then he looked at Mrs. Maxim who was gracefully tasting the juice, and hesitated for a moment, "The Triple Championship is full of dangers, and our two Warriors are only 14 years old."

Mrs. Maxim suddenly became alert, "Professor Dumbledore, do you want to reduce the difficulty of the competition?"

"No, madam." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "It's too unfair, but I don't think you want to see two 15-year-olds injured, right?"

Mrs. Maxim understood instantly.

If the difficulty of the game is not reduced, it will only enhance the strength of the two Warriors, Hogwarts.

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