Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“I also want to know that Hogwarts has two champions. What is the matter?” Professor Orson of Durmstrang couldn’t help but ask.

“I think this can only blame Potter for the sigh -” Snape was trying to say something, but when he looked to Hermione, he glanced at Marx subconsciously. “Well… I mean, don’t blame Dumbledore. There must be something wrong here.”

“Thank you, Severus.” Dumbledore ordered nodded, but his eyes were always on Harry and Hermione.

Unlike Hermione, who has always bowed his head, Harry, who has always been so stubborn about this kind of thing, is also looking at Dumbledore, trying to read the eyes hidden behind the half-moon lens.

“Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry? Hermione?” Dumbledore asked calmly.

“No.” Harry immediately responded with chop nails and sever Iron.

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

“Did you ask a younger student to put your name into the Goblet of Fire?” Professor Dumbledore didn’t care about the small voice Snape made, he continued.

“No,” Harry said excitedly.

“Ah, he must be lying!” Madam Maxime exclaimed. “You see, this Miss Granger has never dared to speak, she is sure-“.

“I do not have!”

Hermione seems to have erupted because of excessive emotional depression. She made a shrill scream of almost screaming, which made Madam Maxime frown.

Snape shook his head, but he didn’t speak.

“He can’t cross that age line,” Professor McGonagall snapped. “I believe we all agree with this.”

“Dumbledore’s line must have been mistaken,” said Madam Maxime, shrugged. “Or, should we listen to the opinion of someone who has only one after another and has broken the age line?”

Snape also followed Marx.

Marx saw her mentioning herself, silence for a moment, then started talking: “It may be a good idea to ask someone to help me with the paper…”

Madam Maxime raised her eyebrows, but Marx went on.

“…but let me say, 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 added a tone of voice: “Especially Miss Granger, she has always been the most disciplined student, this cheating behavior, she certainly can’t do it…”

Dumbledore glanced at Marx with his deep eyes and calmed down: “May Max Maxime and Mr. McLorne have a point. I personally believe in Miss Granger and Mr Potter, but I am mistaken about the line. It is not impossible…”

“Dumbledore, you know you’re not mistaken!” Professor McGonagall said angrily. “How absurd this is! Harry and Hermione can’t cross the line by themselves. They don’t have the strength of Mr. McLorne! And as McLorne believes, Harry and Hermione have not persuaded seniors to do this for him, and I think other people should believe this too!”

She glanced at Professor Snape very angrily.

“Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagman,” Madam Maxime tweeted and threw the question to the two officials of Ministry of Magic. “You two are also members of the referee group. What do you think? I think this is obviously Some are not very compliant.”

Madam Maxime’s way of speaking is euphemistic, but the intention is very clear.

Bagman didn’t know what to say at all. He wiped his round baby face with a handkerchief and looked at Mr. Crouch.

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

But when he spoke, the voice was as hard as usual.

“We have to abide by the charter, which clearly states that anyone whose name is ejected from the Goblet of Fire must compete in the Triwizard Tournament.”

“Hey, Stinchcombe is going to get the charter back.” Bagman said, his face was full of smiles, looking back at Madam Maxime, it seems that things have been solved by Perfection.

“But it’s not fair – Hogwarts has two champions!” said Madam Maxime, looking over Marx and hurriedly, “We have to increase the number of champions! It must be -“

There was a strong Marx to participate in the competition. This time, Hogwarts had two more champions. This is too bad for Beauxbatons. Damdam Maxime is obviously in a hurry.

“But Madam Maxime, I’m afraid it won’t work,” Bagman said. “The Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished and will not be re-ignited until the next hegemony. This is definitely not a way to increase the number of candidates.”

Marx knows that he can’t go on like this anymore. To be honest, he doesn’t care who the winner of the Triwizard Tournament will be. What he cares about is whether his plan can be successfully completed.

The greater the number of people, the greater the variables will be, which is definitely not conducive to the implementation of the plan.

“I don’t want to take a step back – canceling Miss Granger’s champion identity is the most appropriate result, which is not only good for maintaining the fairness of the top three, but also calming the anger of other students, isn’t it?”

However, Madam Maxime seems to have seized the opportunity and continues to stick to it, hoping to get more opportunities for Beauxbatons.

“Don’t be awkward, McLorne!” a voice snarled at the door and said, “You are just a champion, not a member of the referee group… I said that they all have to participate in the competition, which is subject to the magic contract!”

Moody just walked into the room. He limped away toward the fire, and every time the prosthetic leg of his right foot landed, he made a very loud crash, oh, oh.

Marx frowned, glanced at him coldly and impatiently said: “Moody, is there something for you here? It’s enough to manage your own!”

Harry looked at Marx intricately.

This is the second time he has seen Marx show such a savage side, the last time he was at the Quiddich World Cup final. To be honest, he is very uncomfortable with such a Marx.

On the other hand, Moody also looked hard at Marx. He whispered, “What should I do? I know for myself… Someone put Potter’s name in the goblet, he knows if the name is When it comes out, Potter has to participate in the competition.”

“Obviously, that person wants to give Hogwarts two chances!” said Madam Maxime.

“If anyone has reason to complain, it’s Potter and Granger,” Moody said boldly. “But… it’s interesting, I didn’t hear them say a word…”

“Why should he complain?” Fleur Delacour couldn’t help but squat. “He has the opportunity to participate in the competition, isn’t it? For weeks, we are all hopeful that we will be selected! We will win glory for our school! A thousand Galleon bonuses and mysterious magic props – this opportunity is what many people dream of!”

“Maybe someone wants Potter to die for it.” Moody simply avoided Hermione, a snarl in his tone.

After Moody’s words were finished, there was a very intense silence.

Ludo Bagman looked very anxious, his body uneasily moved up and down, and said: “Moody, you old fellow… how to say this!”

“Mr. Bagman, how do you think he was retired? He is not normal now, and these conspiracy theories are in his mind.” Marx curl one’s lip.

“Sure someone will use simple, harmless activities to achieve their own goals,” Moody continued. “My job is to think about the problem in the dark wizard… McLorne, although I don’t know what Fudge is thinking. If I don’t retire, I will never let you leave at the World Cup.”

“Alastor!” Dumbledore warned.

That is the real name of “mad-eye Han” – Alastor Moody, but most people who know him are accustomed to the nickname “mad-eye Han”, and few people will call him his real name.

“How did this situation appear, we don’t know.” Dumbledore seems to think that he can no longer argue endlessly. He said to everyone gathered in the room, “But in my opinion, we accept it. There is no choice. Harry and Hermione are both selected to participate in the competition. Therefore, they must…”

“Ah, but Dumbledore -“

“My dear Madam Maxime, if you have another solution, I am willing to listen.”

Marx looked at Hermione and saw her start to hang her head again and remarked her hair. She shook her head slightly and re-closed her mouth.

Some plans have to go on, and it’s not yet time to come—he has just said enough, and then continue to make troubles, it will inevitably lead to flaws.

Dumbledore waited, but Madam Maxime didn’t speak, she just squinted her eyes.

And not only did she show her dissatisfaction alone. Snape is also an angry look; Professor Orson just looks at Marx’s back and doesn’t talk; but Bagman is very excited.

“Well, let’s move on?” Bagman said, rubbing his hands and looking at the people in the room with a smile. “To give guidance to our champion, isn’t it? Stinchcombe, let’s talk about it?”

Mr. Crouch seemed to suddenly wake up from deep thoughts. He stepped forward and walked into the aperture of the fire.

He looks very embarrassed. There are two deep shadows under the eyes, and the wrinkled skin is as white as paper. You know, he didn’t look like this in the Quiddich World Cup.

“Okay,” he said, “guidance. Yes…first task…”