Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When the flame in the goblet turns red again, as the Mars splashes, the tongue slams into the air, and the third parchment is thrown high from the flame.

Dumbledore reached for it and lifted it far, looking at the name on the note.

This time he spent more time than the previous two, his brows were slightly raised, and everyone in the auditorium looked nervously at Dumbledore.

Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud –

“Hogwarts’ champion,” he said loudly, “It’s Harry Potter!”

No applause.

A snoring began to permeate in the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were screaming. Some of the students stood up and seemed to want to see Harry well, and Harry sat in his seat as if it had solidified.

The fact that Harry’s name appeared in the Goblet of Fire was a bit unacceptable compared to Marx, who had broken Dumbledore’s age line in front of the crowd.

Among them, Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff house stood up and stood up with an incredible expression on his face.

Professor McGonagall stood up at the guest table and walked quickly past Professor Ludo·Bagman and Professor Orson, whispering eagerly in the ear of Professor Dumbledore, and Dumbledore listened and frowned slightly.

Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione. He saw that the students at the table behind the long Gryffindor behind them had their mouth opened wide and stared at themselves.

“I didn’t put my name in,” Harry said blankly. “You know I didn’t.”

They also looked at him with a stunned look.

Marx is not surprised by this, because this is one of the things that are planned.

At this point, he stood at the door of the next room, seemingly randomly moved towards the Professor Moody on the guest table, then glanced back at Dumbledore.

On the main guest table, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

“Harry Potter!” He was loudly shouted again, “Harry! Please come here!”

“Go,” Hermione whispered, pushing Harry gently.

Harry stood up and stepped on the bottom of the robes, squinting a little.

He walked along the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. He felt that this road seemed to be extraordinarily long, and the guest table seemed to be so far away.

He can feel that hundreds of pairs of eyes are staring at himself, as if each eye can’t be a searchlight.

The embarrassing arguments are getting louder and louder.

However, something unexpected happened to you – the flame in the goblet turned red again! Mars slammed out, and a long flame tongue suddenly slammed into the air, and a parchment was placed on it.

Dumbledore seemed to subconsciously extend a slender hand and gently put the note in his hand.

Harry was just halfway through, but he didn’t even know if he should go on. For a time, he seemed to have a whole body bound spell, and he was stupidly placed in place.

Dumbledore lifted the parchment bar far away, with no expression on his face, making people unable to see what he was thinking.

After a long time, even longer than the third time I reported Harry’s name, Dumbledore finally shouted out today’s fourth name –

“Hermione Granger.”

Unlike Harry’s treatment, when Hermione’s name rang, the audience was silent – ​​everyone was shocked by the extra person who appeared.

No one expected, there will be a fourth brave!

Marx, who had stood calm in front of the room, frowned at the moment. He turned his eyes again to Moody, who was sitting on the far right side of the main table, and his eyes were as cold as the polar ice.

This accident that made the audience dumb, even he did not have the slightest mental preparation.

Voldemort was angry with the inexplicable failure of the year, to deal with Harry – he knew it, and even Harry was chosen as the third champion and his credit was in it.

However, he did not hear that there will be a fourth person to appear!

“Why is Hermione?”

There is no doubt that Goblet of Fire throws a note with the name Hermione, which is definitely what Voldemort means. Other than that, Marx couldn’t think of anyone else doing this.

However, why did Voldemort do this? What good is this for him?

When Marx was puzzled and was leaning on the doorframe and thinking about it, Hermione’s heart was a mess.

“How… how come, I don’t… how could this be?”

Hermione looked around and looked around, and a tangled brown long hair was smothered helplessly. Her eyes didn’t seem to be in focus, her expression was flustered and stunned.

If Harry was scared, then Hermione was completely unable to accept the fact.

When Hermione was a muggle female child, she was used to obeying all rules and regulations, and any behavior beyond the rules would make her intolerable. Even when she first entered Hogwarts, she insisted on it.

It is only under the influence of someone that she occasionally ignores the rules and takes her own values ​​first. However, in normal times, she will habitually abide by the rules of the school and follow the rules as much as possible.

But now, when a near-falling incident fell on her head, she panicked.

“What to do? What to do? What to do?”

Hermione’s hands trembled as everyone watched silently. She wants to tell everyone that she didn’t put her name in the goblet – but she doesn’t know what to say.

Normally, the proud female child who can tell the truth, now completely becomes a stuffy jar.

“Please come over!” Dumbledore moved towards Harry on the way, and shouted with confused Hermione in his gaze.

Hermione didn’t know how she got to Dumbledore, she didn’t even know that Harry was standing next to her. She just felt that it seemed that all the teachers’ eyes were on her.

“Well… go to the door.” Dumbledore said that he had no smile on his face.

Harry and Hermione walked along the faculty’s desk.

Hagrid sat on the far left, he didn’t blink at Harry, waved, or greeted him as usual. He seems to be completely dumbfounded, just staring at them as if they were both in front of him.

They passed through the door and went out of the auditorium and found themselves in a small room with a portrait of the wizard hanging on the walls. In the fireplace opposite him, the fire was burning.

And Marx, who was standing by the door, had already returned to the room. He was standing in front of the fireplace with Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons, and there was nothing to say.

Harry When they came in, Fleur Decacour turned her head and licked her waterfall-like silver hair.

“What?” she asked. “Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?”

She thought that Harry and Hermione came in and spoke!

Marx reached out and frowned and said: “No, they are also champions, Hogwarts.”

“…oh?” Fleur rolled back to the silver tip of his ear and then smiled gracefully. “I didn’t expect Mr. McLorne to be strong and so funny.”

At the door, Harry and Hermione were silently different. They didn’t know what to explain for the situation.

At this moment, a busy footstep came from outside the door, and Ludo·Bagman walked into the room. He grabbed Harry’s arm and pulled him forward, and by the way he greeted Hermione.

“It’s too bizarre!” He squeezed Harry’s arm and whispered. “It’s absolutely bizarre! Two gentlemen… ladies-“

He went to the fireside and said to Fleur and Marx: “Please allow me to introduce it – although this is incredible – this is the third champion of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter! And this one is… Four champions, yes, fourth, she is Hermione Granger!”

“Yes, I just saw it.” Marx waved his hand at random.

I heard that Bagman also said that Fleur couldn’t help but frown.

“This is obviously a mistake,” she said proudly to Bagman. “She can’t play, they can’t — they’re too young.”

“Yeah… it’s amazing,” Bagman glared at his smooth chin and smiled. “But, you know, age restrictions as an extra security measure are only implemented this year, since their names are high. The cup squirted out… I mean, I think that since I have reached this point, I am not allowed to escape. The rules are clearly stated, you must obey – Harry wants to do his best.”

“Of course, Miss Granger is the same.” He finally remembered Hermione, and added.

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Orson, Madam Maxime, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Before Professor McGonagall put the door in front of him, the hundreds of students in the auditorium next door sneaked into the ears of Harry and Hermione.

“Madam Maxime!” Fleur walked towards her headmaster and said loudly said, “They said that the two children also want to participate in the competition!”

“child ?”

Although Harry felt incredible and his brain was numb, he felt his heart rushing through a raging anger. But Hermione just lowered her head, and the two hands clung together, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Madam Maxime straightens her burly tall body. Her head even touched a chandelier filled with candles, and the huge chest in black satin clothes undulating violently.

“What does this mean, Dumbledore?” she said arrogantly. “Mr. McLorne is also that’s all. His strength gives us no reason to stop him from participating in this competition, but…”

“I also want to know that Hogwarts has two champions. What is the matter?” Professor Orson of Durmstrang couldn’t help but ask, but Marx secretly gave him a look that didn’t talk.