Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"I would also like to know that Hogwarts has two warriors, what's the matter?" Durmstrang's Professor Orson couldn't help but ask.

"I think you can only blame Potter and G for this matter—" Snape was about to say something, but when he looked at Hermione, he glanced at Maca subconsciously, "Um...I mean. Yes, don't blame Dumbledore, there must be something strange in it."

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore nodded, but kept his eyes on Harry and Hermione.

Unlike Hermione, who had always bowed his head and said nothing, Harry, who had always been very stubborn about this kind of thing, was also looking at Dumbledore, trying to understand the eyes hidden behind the half-moon lens.

"Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry? Hermione?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"No." Harry answered decisively at once.

Harry clearly realized that everyone was watching him closely, especially Snape, who made a voice of disbelief impatiently in the shadows.

"Did you ask your older classmates to help you throw your names into the Goblet of Fire?" Professor Dumbledore ignored the small voice Snape made, and he continued to ask.

"No." Harry said excitedly.

"Ah, he must be lying!" Mrs. Maxim said loudly, "Look, this Miss Granger has never dared to speak, she must be—".

"I do not have!"

Hermione seemed to explode from the over-repression of her emotions, and she let out a shrill shout that was almost screaming, which made Mrs. Maxim frown.

Snape shook his head, but he did not speak.

"He can't cross that age line," Professor McGonagall said sharply, "I believe we all agree on this point—"

"Dumbledore's line must be mistaken," Mrs. Maxim said, shrugging her shoulders. "Or, should we listen to the opinion of the only person here who has broken the age line positively?"

Snape followed and looked at Maca.

When Maca saw her mentioning herself, she was silent for a moment, and then said: "It might be a good idea to ask someone to help put in a note..."

Madam Maxim raised her eyebrows, but Maca continued.

"... But let me say a word. I have been with Mr. Potter and Miss Granger for so long, at least I don't think they will do this kind of thing."

He increased his tone and said: "Especially Miss Granger, she has always been the most disciplined among the students. She definitely can't do this kind of cheating..."

Dumbledore glanced at Maca with his deep eyes, and then calmly said: "Mrs. Maxim and Mr. McLean are all right. I personally believe in Miss Granger and Mr. Potter, but I have to say it. I made the mistake of the line, and it is not impossible..."

"Dumbledore, you know you didn't make a mistake!" Professor McGonagall said angrily. "How absurd is this statement! It is impossible for Harry and Hermione to cross that line by themselves. They don't have a Mar... McLean Mr.'s strength! And as McLean believed, Harry and Hermione did not persuade the senior students to do this for him. I think others should believe this too!"

She glared at Professor Snape very angrily.

"Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagman," Mrs. Maxim turned her conversation, and threw the question to the two officials of the Ministry of Magic. "You two are also members of the jury. What do you think of me? Think, this is obviously not compliant."

Mrs. Maxim's way of speaking is very tact, but her intention is very clear.

Bagman didn't know what to say. He wiped his round baby face with a handkerchief and looked at Mr. Crouch in a blink of an eye.

Mr. Crouch stood outside the aperture of the fire, his face half hidden in the shadows.He looked a little weird, and the dark shadow on that half made him look a lot older, and looked a bit like a skeleton.

But when he spoke, his voice was still as hard as usual.

"We must abide by the regulations, which clearly stipulate that everyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Hey, Batty memorized the regulations so well." Bagman said, with a smile on his face, and looking back at Mrs. Maxim, it seemed that the matter had been resolved successfully.

"But it's not fair--there are two warriors in Hogwarts!" Mrs. Maxim said, and then looked at Maca, hurriedly, "We also want to increase the number of warriors! It must be like this-- "

First, the powerful Maca participated in the game, and this time Hogwarts had two more warriors. This was too unfavorable for Boothbaton, and Mrs. Maxim was obviously already anxious.

"But Mrs. Maxim, this may not be possible," Bagman said. "The Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished, and it won't reignite until the next Championship-this time there must be no way to add more candidates."

Maca knew that this could not go on.To be honest, he doesn't care who the winner of the Triwizard Tournament will go to. All he cares about is whether his plan can be successfully completed.

The more the number of people, the greater the variables, which is definitely not conducive to the progress of the plan.

"If I can't help but take a step back-the cancellation of Miss Granger's warrior status is the most appropriate result. This will not only help maintain the fairness of the three finals, but also calm the anger in the hearts of other students, right?"

However, Mrs. Maxim seemed to have caught some opportunity, and she continued to persevere, hoping to get more opportunities for Busbarton.

"Don't be pretentious, McLean!" a voice roared by the door, "You are only a warrior now, not a member of the referee team... I said, they must all participate in the competition, which is bound by the magic contract! "

Moody just walked into the room just now.He limply walked towards the fire, and every time the prosthetic leg of his right foot fell on the ground, he made a very loud impact, hum, hum.

Maca frowned, glanced at him coldly, and said impatiently: "Moody, is there anything about you here? It's enough to take care of yourself!"

Harry gave Maca a complicated look.

This is the second time he has seen Maca showing such a brutal side. The last time was at the Quidditch World Cup final.To be honest, he is very uncomfortable with such a Maca.

On the other side, Moody looked back at Maca forcefully, and he said softly: "I know what I should do and what I should care about... Someone put Potter's name in the goblet, he knew If the name is sprayed out, Porter must enter the game."

"Obviously, that person wants to give Hogwarts twice!" said Mrs. Maxim.

"If anyone has a reason to complain, it's Potter and Granger," Moody said gruffly, "but... really interesting, I didn't hear them say a word..."

"Why is he complaining?" Fleur Delacour couldn't help stomping his feet. "He has a chance to participate in the competition, doesn't he? For many weeks, we have all hoped that we will be selected! Win glory for our school. ! There are a thousand gallons of bonuses and mysterious magic props-this opportunity is what many people dream of!"

"Perhaps someone wants Potter to die for this." Moody avoided Hermione altogether, a snarling in his tone.

After Moody's words were finished, there was an extremely tense silence.

Ludo Bagman looked very anxious, his body was moving up and down uncomfortably, and he said: "Moody, you old guy...how do you say such a thing!"

"Mr. Bagman, how do you think he retired? He is not normal now. These conspiracy theories are all in his mind." Maca curled his lips.

"There are indeed people who use pure and harmless activities to achieve their own goals," Moody continued. "My job is to think about problems in the light of the dark wizard...McLean, although I don't know what Fudge is thinking. , But if I did not retire, I would never let you leave safely at the World Cup."

"Alastor!" Dumbledore warned.

That is the real name of "Mad-Eye"-Alastor Moody, but most people who know him are used to the nickname "Mad-Eye", and few people will call him by his real name.

"How did this situation arise, we don't know." Dumbledore also seemed to feel that he couldn't argue endlessly. He said to everyone gathered in the room, "But in my opinion, we except Accept it, there is no choice. Harry and Hermione are both selected to compete. Therefore, they must..."

"Ah, but Dumbledore—"

"My dear Mrs. Maxim, if you have another solution, I am willing to listen."

Maca looked at Hermione and saw that she was hanging her head again without saying a word, she couldn't help but shook her head slightly, closing her newly opened mouth again.

Some plans must be carried on, and the time has not yet arrived-he has said enough just now, and if he continues to make trouble, there will inevitably be mistakes.

Dumbledore waited, but Mrs. Maxim did not speak, she just stared angrily.

And she was not the only one showing dissatisfaction.Snape also looked annoyed; Professor Orson just looked at Maca's back without speaking; but Bagman looked very excited.

"Okay, shall we proceed?" Bagman said, rubbing his hands and looking at the people in the room with a smile, "I'm going to give guidance to our warriors, isn't it? Batty, it's up to you. Right?"

Mr. Crouch seemed to wake up from deep thought suddenly, and he stepped forward and walked into the flame of the fire.

He looked very haggard.There are two deep shadows under the eyes, and the wrinkled skin is as white as paper and transparent.You know, he was not like this in the Quidditch World Cup.

"Okay," he said, "Guide. Yes...the first project..."