"Ronard Weasley," Dumbledore shouted again.

Ron was completely stunned. He couldn't help but wonder if there was a freshman named "Ronald" in the school, but he was the only one with the surname Weasley.

Soon, he stood up excitedly, I am a Warrior, I am a Warrior!

He pulled Hermione, who was stunned, walked to Harry with a happy smile on his face, biting his ears: "You are so good, brother! I thought you left me behind, how did you do it? Did you use an invisible cloak at night? To be honest, you should have called me up, I haven't seen it yet..."

"I didn't throw any note in!" Harry said angrily. He couldn't help but get angry. Why couldn't Ron see that he did nothing?

"Okay...you three, go to that door." Dumbledore said, with no smile on his face.

The discussion in the auditorium made Harry feel confused. He just wanted to leave here as soon as possible and go to a quiet corner to think about things. He strides away without any nostalgia, as if he wanted to leave his worries behind. Hermione followed him closely, worried - Ron walked at the end, he deliberately slowed down, straightened his chest, and walked like the big man he imagined in his mind. The only regret was that there was not much applause in the auditorium.

Harry pushed open the door. He had stretched his neck in his seat before and looked inside, but now he finally saw clearly. This was a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on both sides of the walls. When they entered, a wrinkled witch left his photo frame and whispered to the wizard in the portrait next door. Below the portrait were six or seven spacious sofas, reminding him of the Magic Wen Club, and the fire was burning in the fireplace opposite.

Harry realized something was wrong. This place was obviously not a place to think. Fifteen pairs of eyes looked over. At this moment, their eyes made Harry feel suffocated. Ron pushed behind him and poked his head with a smile, "What are you waiting for, Harry? Do you want them to take a look at the youngest warrior?"

"Shut up!" Harry said, but it was too late. On the sofa a few steps away, the girl who looked like Veva, probably named "Furong", raised a delicate face and looked at them in surprise, "Are you warriors?"

"I……"

Before Harry could answer, she turned her head and shook her bright silver hair. Harry sniffed the scent that was coming to his face and choked on what he had originally planned to say. He heard Furong say in one direction: "Cedric, your students are really good at joking..."

Harry then realized that opposite Furong, three Hogwarts warriors were sitting. Cedric smiled at him: "Is there anything wrong? We can't hear it inside, but there's a mess outside."

Harry found himself suddenly losing the ability to speak, especially when facing the three Hogwarts Warriors, it felt like Snape chanting the tongue-locking spell behind his back.

At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps came from behind them, and Ludo Bagman ran over, "Why are they blocking the door?" He said happily, while squeezing the three of them - Harry, Ron and Hermione - into the room, and the heat from the room was blowing.

"It's so bizarre!" Bagman squeezed Harry's arm hard, dragged him to the center of the house, looking around, as if he was reciting a classic dramatic line, "It's definitely bizarre! Ladies, please allow me to introduce it - although it seems incredible - this is the sixth group of warriors in the Championship!"

He didn't seem to realize that everyone was staring at him, and waved to Hermione and Ron who were still standing at the door, "Come here, it's a strange thing! There are also your seniors here, you should get to know them well-"

Ron pulled Rahmien and was thrown away by her, so he walked over alone and straightened his body. He was now dizzy, filled with great joy. He suddenly wanted to raise his wand and recite the spell of the patron saint. He thought he would succeed, he was a warrior! This was a scene he had never seen in the mirror of Eris in his first grade.

But Furong's words poured him a cup of cold water-

"Sorry, Mr. Bagman," Furrong said: "Is there something wrong? They can't play, they are too young - two little boys, and a little girl."

Although Harry was looking around with his eyes, his brain was messy and his emotions were mixed together. He saw Cedric's confused expression. Krum frowned beside the fire, his expression was gloomy. Byers opened his mouth wide, and the three Vagado warriors were eyeing him. But when he heard Furong's words, he still felt a trace of anger flashing through his heart.

Little boy?

At this time, a large group of footsteps approached and the door was knocked open with a "bang". Mrs. Maxim walked in with a tall and burly body, followed by a series of principals and Batty Crouch, who looked sick.

"What does that mean, Dumbledore?" she said angrily, her head almost touching the flower chandeliers hanging from the ceiling - the chandeliers contained magic lamps. When she stood up straight, blocking a large area of ​​light and the room immediately darkened.

"I want to know this, too, Dumbledore," Kakarov said, with a cold smile on his face and a chilling eyes.

Several other principals were furious and ready to attack at any time.

Another scene in the auditorium—

Felix half-squatted, looking at the extinguished Goblet of Fire carefully, it looked like a crappy carpenter cut it out, and the tools used were still unsatisfactory axes, not even a complete arc.

But he looked very seriously, and the light in his eyes kept flashing.

"Did you see anything, Felix?" Frieve asked whispered, "There is something wrong with the Goblet of Fire?"

"It's easy to draw this conclusion, the question is, who and how to do it." Felix whispered, "I'm not the one that's the most worrying thing about. The two unique groups of warriors... aren't necessarily a good thing."

Frieve looked at him hesitantly, "Dumbledore will solve it, right?"

At this time, the auditorium was chaotic and hustle and bustle. Many professors spontaneously maintained order. "Princes, take responsibility." Professor Sprout said loudly, "The principals will discuss a result, we just need to wait."

"Not waiting!" said a irritable voice.

Professor Sprout turned around and looked at the person limping over in shock, "Professor Moody..."

Moody also stayed in the auditorium.

He passed Professor Sprout, and the magic eye turned wildly in his eye socket, staring at the chaotic students in the auditorium.

"Quiet!" he shouted, "Now listen to me," he paced among the crowd, and the wooden crutches made a dull "tuk-tuk" sound. "After some accident, your principal has more important things to deal with, and I want to ask for some things for him-"

He raised his head, glanced at the crowd with his eyes, and said softly: "I know that some of you are not going to the ordinary path or are afraid of embarrassing... In short, you chose to sign up at night... When it was late at night... you thought you were the only ones, but there was a sneaky figure hidden in the darkness. I am extremely sure that some of you saw him...those places you think are abnormal, things that are different from usual...weird shadows, unreasonable reflections, think about it carefully, and tell me."

In a disturbing commotion, the little wizards looked left and right, and among the crowd, a little wizard of Hufflepuff raised his hand tremblingly.

"It's you? It's you! Child, what did you find?"

Moody strode over, held the little wizard with one hand, and asked with his head down. The little wizard was frightened and tried his best to keep himself away from Moody's false eyes.

"Professor Moody, you seem to scare him." Felix said, and at some point he stood beside Moody and looked at him without a trace.

"You're right, Professor Hepp." Moody smacked his lips, and a smile appeared on his scarred face, looking even more terrifying.

But he took a few steps back and gave up his position.

Felix rescued the little wizard from Moody and asked gently, "What's your name? What grade?"

"Oh, Owen Caldwell, sir." said the young wizard stutteringly, "I'm in first grade."

Felix smiled, "You can call me Professor Hepp, then, Mr. Caldwell, you went out for a night outing last night? As a freshman, you are very brave. Tell me what you saw?"

"It's not a night tour, Professor Haype," Irving emphasized, and he saw Moody lower his head again, and his terrifying face was getting closer and closer to him, so he quickly closed his eyes, "I want to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, which Eleanor told me, she is my friend... But on the way back, I thought that the Goblet of Fire was placed in the hall, and I could go and see... Professor, I never thought of violating the school rules."

"Well, I know, what did you see?" Felix asked the point.

"I, I saw... I saw..." He stammered, suddenly opening his eyes wide, "Demstrong's principal!"

The auditorium was so quiet that even a needle could be heard.

"This is impossible! He is lying!" a Dermstrong student said indignantly.

"I don't!" The little wizard named Irving blushed and shouted, "I saw his beard, a goat-like beard! Come out sneakily from the foyer!"

"Good, kid." Moody grinned with a terrible smile and pulled Owen to the room next to the auditorium. "I need your testimony to see what else they have to say!"

Felix followed behind and thought secretly that he was not as optimistic as Moody, and it was probably a big deal inside.

Sure enough, as soon as they opened the door, they heard Kakarov's voice-

"Articles? Unfair Articles! I insist on re-enrolling my students, and of course there are other schools, in short, Hogwarts will be excluded this time!"

"But Kakarov, this may not be possible," Bagman said uneasy. "The Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished and will not be rekindled until the next championship-"

"Dermstrong will never participate in the next championship!" Kakarov was furious and walked around the narrow room. His silver-white fur cloak brought out a loud sound. "Then, I suggest that we let go of the constraints on the Demstrong students, the part of the black magic..."

"Kakarov, we have discussed-"

"You have discussed with me? Didn't there be enough meetings before, but what did you get in the end? Shameful cheating! I just want to leave now!"

"Are you shouting to catch the thief, Kakarov!" Moody roared, "all the warriors must participate in the game, as Dumbledore said, this is bound by the magic contract unless you want your students to be severely punished."

Kakarov stared at him panting, his eyes flushed, but he never mentioned leaving anymore. He turned to look at the other three principals, "You guys talk, are you the only one here who objected?"

The principal of Vagado, the short witch, spoke. She sat cross-legged on the sofa by the fireplace, and three Vagado warriors stood behind her, and the student with wide shoulders blocked the firelight from the fireplace tightly.

"I've heard that the tournament has always had a tradition of cheating," she said with a grin, looking like a strange-looking voodoo mother-in-law: "But I have always admired Principal Dumbledore. Since he said he didn't cheat, someone else must have tampered with it-"

"I came for this." Moody said in a rough voice, "Albus, I brought a piece of evidence." He pushed the little wizard, who said again tremblingly in the auditorium, then closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling.

Harry looked at him from afar, as if he had seen himself.

At this moment, things seemed to have turned around. Everyone, including the three warriors of Demstrong, turned their heads and looked at Kakarov, the principal who had always been unpopular in the school.

"I, you, you are slandering!" Kakarov said in panic.

"Then let's talk about why you appeared in the hall late at night?" Moody said rudely: "Don't deny it, my eyes are looking at you."

Kakarov stood aside, looking furious, and turned to look at the other three principals, "What about you?"

"Don't try to change the subject! Clear your suspicion first and then talk to others!" Moody shouted.

"What do you think I'll do?" Kakarov shouted: "I'm just cautious by nature and habitually checking... Even if I want to cheat, I won't make Hogwarts a second group of warriors!"

These words make some sense, and several principals nodded slightly. Everyone hoped that their warriors would win and would never act in the enemy's way, giving other schools a second chance.

But Moody still refused to give in. "Maybe some people's purpose is not to win...yes," his voice roared with a hint of roar: "Maybe some people hope Potter will die for it, yes, some of you don't understand, what's the big deal about an ordinary little boy...but do you understand his worth, isn't Kakarov?"

His magic eye turned around, filling the expressions of everyone in the room. His only intact eyes stared at Kakarov, spitting spit.

"Don't forget your former identity. Some scums are scum for the rest of your life, you--"

"Alasto!" Dumbledore looked at him sternly, and Moody smacked his lips and stopped talking.

Kakarov was like a injured little animal, suddenly lost all his strength and leaned against the wall involuntarily. "You are... threatening! I tell you, it's not me... no reason..."

Mrs. Maxim snorted loudly, and she occupied a sofa alone and said, "I must remind you that it's off topic now. I don't know what you have to worry about, but our focus now is on how to deal with the second group of warriors in Hogwarts."

"These are all small problems." Felix suddenly spoke.

"Small question? Small question!?" Mrs. Maxim repeated his words in annoyance.

"Yes, a little question... please wait, ma'am." Felix said, looking at Dumbledore: "Albus?"

Dumbledore looked up and met his gaze—
Chapter completed!