Witcher at Hogwarts

Therefore, the students of the two schools were looking left and right at this time, constantly asking the Hogwarts students next to them what happened.

Neville Longbottom sat blankly in his place at this time, his mouth widened, and he froze in place.

This explosive news directly caused his brain to shut down, so that he didn't have time to swallow the food he put in his mouth, which was especially funny.

But no one can laugh now.

There was no applause, and a hum began to fill the auditorium.

Everyone was trying to figure out what was wrong, and some of the students stood up, trying to get a better view of Neville, who remained frozen in his seat.

Professor Greg stood up at the guest of honor and walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff.

Then she patted Ethan on the shoulder hastily, then waved to Dumbledore, motioning for the two to come over.

As soon as the three of them got together, Professor McGonagall couldn't wait to speak.

"Merlin's beard! What the **** is going on!" Professor McGonagall said to the two in surprise.

"I don't know--" Dumbledore said solemnly, "I monitored the Goblet of Fire votes all the way, and I can guarantee that there was no cheating--"

"That's not the point!" Professor McGonagall said anxiously, "Neville must not participate in the Triwizard Tournament! That's Neville! He will definitely die in the game!"

"Minerva one by one," Dumbledore said softly.

"We must abide by the charter, which clearly states that anyone whose name is sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire must compete in the Triwizard Tournament."

"But this is ridiculous! That's Neville!" Professor McGonagall's voice was a little distorted and sharp.

Just as the three of them were discussing, the whole group of Gryffindor students suddenly exploded.

Everyone gathered in Neville's direction.

McGonagall, Dumbledore and Ethan hurriedly looked in that direction, not knowing what happened.

"Professor Dumbledore! Neville got stuck with food one by one!" Hermione stuck her head out and shouted anxiously to several people.

Hearing Hermione say this, Ethan did not hesitate at all, and rushed down the professorship in three steps.

Pushing aside the huddled students, he picked up the fat Neville.

Neville was rescued using the Heimlich maneuver.

The modelling process went smoothly, and it didn't take long for Neville to spit out the baguette stuck in his throat.

It stuck to Gryffindor's long table with a snap.

Neville, who was able to breathe freely again, breathed heavily for a long time, and finally recovered.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Neville seemed to think that it would be better for him to suffocate himself. He stared at the toes of his shoes, not daring to look at the eyes of his classmates.

"Professor Ethan - I really, really didn't throw my name into the Goblet of Fire!" Neville explained to Ethan with all his strength.

"I believe in you, Neville." Ethan gave Neville his support in a soft voice.

"Neville, you go through that door." Ethan said to Neville.

Ethan thought that Neville was going to faint after a while under the eyes of all the students.

Sure enough, Neville heard Ethan's words as if he was amnesty,

He still didn't dare to raise his head to look at everyone, but stared at his toes and stumbled towards the door.

Neville felt that the road seemed to be extraordinarily long, and that door seemed forever out of reach.

He could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, as if each eye couldn't be a searchlight, and the buzzing discussion got louder and louder.

As soon as Neville left, the discussion in the entire auditorium exploded.

Most of the Hogwarts students thought the Goblet of Fire was broken, and they didn't believe Neville would put his name into the Goblet of Fire.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Dumbledore shouted, "Today's break is early! All the prefects bring their students back to the lounge!" Dumbledore ordered solemnly.

The students were accustomed to obeying Dumbledore's orders. After Dumbledore's order, despite some dissatisfaction, they arranged in an orderly manner and followed their prefects back to their dormitories.

After watching all the students leave the auditorium, Dumbledore then turned his head and looked at the professors.

"I think we have to figure this out right away!" Dumbledore said solemnly, looking at the crowd.

Then a few people entered the back room together, intending to ask Neville about this.

Once in the room, the professors frowned.

Karkaroff was grabbing Neville's shoulders with both hands at this moment, with a vicious expression on his face, constantly shaking Neville's shoulders.

"Boy, what the **** did you do? You cheated, right? You threw your name into the Goblet of Fire!" Karkaroff stared fiercely at Neville's face and said.

Neville has been frightened by Karkaroff now. His face is as pale as paper, shaking like a sieve, and he can't say a word when he is frightened by Karkaroff.

"My God! Karkaroff! What are you doing!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed when she saw this scene.

Krum on the side looked very entangled. He seemed to want to step forward to stop his principal's absurd behavior, but he did not dare to step forward due to his identity as the principal.

While Maxim Furong and Furong stared at Karkaroff with disgust, Furong's expression was hesitant, as if she wanted to stop Karkaroff.

But Madame Maxime kept tugging at Fleur's sleeve, preventing her from doing so.

"You don't understand!" Karkaroff said savagely, "We have to deal with such lying boys one by one."

Before Karkaroff could finish speaking, Ethan took two steps forward and clamped Karkaroff's arm firmly with his own hands.

Ethan's strength was so great that Karkaroff let go of his hand holding Neville's shoulder and let out a low voice.

"What are you doing?" Karkaroff looked at Ethan angrily at first, but he seemed to suddenly think of something.

His eyes were the same as when he saw Ethan for the first time~www.NovelMTL.com~ He lowered his eyes and dared not look directly at Ethan, but just stood there with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Mr. Karkaroff, I think our school's own students should be disciplined by ourselves." Dumbledore said to Karkaroff seriously.

Dumbledore also disliked Karkaroff's rude behavior towards Neville.

"Poor child, are you all right?" Professor McGonagall squatted down and looked at Neville's pale face lovingly.

His hands rubbed constantly on Neville's chubby round face, comforting Neville softly.

After being appeased for a long time, Neville seemed to have recovered a little, and the first sentence he said was still.

"Professor McGonagall, I really didn't vote for my name!" Neville said mechanically.

"Oh! Poor boy!" Professor McGonagall's eyes turned red when he saw Neville like this.

"Have a cup of hot chocolate and take a break, Mr. Longbottom." Dumbledore gently handed Neville a cup of hot chocolate that was somehow transformed from there, and handed it to Neville.