"Based on average?" Bagman asked uneasily.

"Yes, average. Hogwarts has two groups of Warriors. The first group of Warriors comes from three different academies, while the second group of Warriors all come from Gryffindor. It's obvious that this is not conducive to the relationship between students in the four academies. So, just tie them together..."

"For example, five schools, plus two judges, will be calculated based on a single project's full score of 70. If Hogwarts has a group of 70 and a group of 0 points, the score of the last two groups is thirty-five."

"However, when it comes to the order of the project, it is best to calculate it separately." He added.

Everyone's eyes lit up and nodded involuntarily.

Mrs. Maxim frowned, "If I understand correctly, if Hogwarts wants to win the game, it must be the first and second place. This is a big disadvantage..."

Bagman wiped his round face with a handkerchief, looking very anxious. "Since someone has said justice, I think so, what if one of the groups performs too badly, isn't it a drag on the other group that had the hope of winning the championship?"

Kakarov laughed, "I think this method is fair."

Bagman said angrily: "If there is a group of dead people! Uh, sorry, I mean... If there is a group of Warriors who lose their ability to participate, such as suffering an incurable injury, then their scores must be very low!"

"This is a punishment for Hogwarts cheating, isn't it?" Kakarov said sleekly.

"Anyone with a little brain won't think that this is what Hogwarts did. I think everyone present should be thoroughly investigated. Besides," Moody said impatiently: "You haven't cleared the suspicion yet, Kakarov!"

Moody's magic eye rolled and looked at Kakarov with contempt.

Dumbledore spoke, and he said in his usual calm tone: "If everyone has no objection, the competition will be carried out in this way. The students of the four Hogwarts academy are one. Compared with the honor of the championship, I value their gains in this game more."

Harry felt extremely guilty. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something. Hermione grabbed him from the side and shook her head firmly.

After the long silence, no one expressed any different opinions. Everyone agreed that Hogwarts would have two groups of warriors, and they also agreed that their unique rating method. To be honest, this exceeded their initial expectations.

At this time, most people actually believed that the abnormality of the Goblet of Fire was not something that Hogwarts could do, but this speculation inevitably cast a shadow on their hearts.

Everyone was worried.

"Okay," Dumbledore looked at the others with a smile, Harry couldn't believe how he could laugh "Next, please ask Mr. Crouch to guide the Warriors. Barty?"

Mr. Crouch seemed to suddenly wake up from deep thoughts.

"Okay," he said, "Guide, yes... the first project..." In the bright light, he looked particularly haggard, with two thick eye bags hanging under his eyes, and deep wrinkles seemed to be cut out with a knife.

"This tournament is different from the past, completely different... In addition to the unprecedented five schools and six teams, the competition is also carried out in a group manner. We have to increase the difficulty while ensuring that the Warriors are safe enough. Please rest assured that the Ministry of Magic has arranged professional staff to protect everyone. In addition, Dumbledore also promised that he would choose a wizard with high mana to lead the overall situation... Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore nodded and said happily: "I already have the right person."

"Very good, let's get back to the topic." Mr. Crouch said: "The first project is very difficult and time is very fast. On the 24th of this month... So we prepared three keywords to provide a direction for the warriors, but we won't tell you clearly what to face... and use some brains..."

"The first keyword is courage, consider your courage and whether you dare to face unknown things. If you are so stupid that you can't guess it. However, the master believes that if you still choose to face bravely, you will still choose to face it bravely, and this quality is even more valuable."

"The second keyword is cooperation, I don't need to say anything more. Three people in each participating team must unite, and one person will never complete the project;"

"The third keyword, flame," When Crouch said this word, Grevis of Ifamoni glanced at Hermione quickly, his face pale, but no one noticed it. Crouch continued: "This point will not be expanded, it is a secret, and it is also a test of your wisdom..."

He paused, leaving the people in the room to chew these three words, courage, cooperation, flame, and only the third word is the most important. Many people realized that the warriors might face dangerous magic flames, maybe environments, traps, or some kind of magical animal that manipulates flames.

Batty Crouch retracted himself into the shadow, Ludo Bagman said happily: "Batty has given everyone a tip. As long as you prepare carefully, I believe you can deal with those."

"Fire Dragon!" a voice suddenly said.

"What, what?" Bagman almost bit his tongue, and he turned his head suddenly and stared at the inconspicuous student who made the noise.

Ron said tremblingly: "I guess it will spit fire. All I can think of is the Fire Dragon, when I was in the first grade."

Harry stepped on him, "Uh, I mean," Ron tried his best to use his brain to expose Hagrid, "I have someone at my family working in the dragon farm. I went to see it when I was a first grader and I was deeply impressed..."

Bagman's tense face relaxed, "Is that right? Ah, so that's it... But you heard it wrong. Barty was talking about flames, not fire..." He repeated nervously, "Not fires." His body swayed uneasy, all his movements were seen by those who were interested.

Felix turned his head away, quite speechless. Do you dare to hint more clearly?

"So that's not a fire dragon?" asked a warrior from Vagado.

Everyone stared at him, as if they were looking at a troll, or something like that. Bagman pretended not to hear him, turned to Dumbledore, "Our mission is almost completed. I want to stay in Hogwarts tonight, okay?"

"Of course," Dumbledore said, "Barty, you might as well stay, you look too tired."

"No, I have to go back to the ministry. It's a very busy and difficult time at the moment... I'll let the young Weatherby take responsibility temporarily..." He said in a nagging manner, the first to leave.

After that, people left one after another, and waited until the others in the house dispersed "Alastor." Dumbledore left Moody.

The door closed heavily behind them.

Felix stood not far away, waiting quietly, like a statue motionless.

After a while, the door opened again, Moody walked out, and he limped away with a cane.

After a moment, Dumbledore came out, looked at Felix in the corner, and shook his head slightly.

Moody is actually true? Judging from the information he has at present, he is the most suspicious. If it weren't for him, who would it be?

Felix's heart sank, Dumbledore left, leaving him alone to think quietly. In the thinking hut, a figure appeared one after another, some clear and a little blurred.

Even Kakarov's goatee kept wandering in his mind.

"Ha, it's getting more and more interesting," Felix said to himself, "maybe he should take out the map of the living spots..."

On the way back to the office, he turned over a corner and a group of people rushed out.

"Professor, we are willing to give up the competition..."

"Yes, Professor Hayp."

"Can you talk to Principal Dumbledore again"

Felix raised his hand and stopped Harry, Ron and Hermione, and a few steps behind them, standing another group of warriors.

"Do you want to be a squib?"

"What?" Harry asked in surprise. He didn't know why he was involved in this topic. Of course he knew that Filch was a squin, and he knew it when he was in the second grade.

Hermione's eyes widened, her eyes full of fear, and Harry looked at her face blankly, a look he had never seen before.

"This is the price of abandoning the game, so I asked you, do you want to be a squin?"

"What a joke!" Harry shouted, his body trembling, unable to tell whether it was fear or anger. He could not imagine the consequences of becoming a squib. Hogwarts was the first place and the first home he agreed with... how could he allow himself to leave?

Even Cedric and the others were stunned. Although Principal Dumbledore repeatedly emphasized that the contract cannot be violated, they never expected that the punishment would be such a punishment.

Squid cannons, lose their magic power... In fact, there is thin magic power on them, which allows them to see things that ordinary people cannot see, use potions, and enjoy some of the convenience of magic, but most of them cannot fully cast a magic in their entire lives.

"Then there is no need to say such words."

Felix said quickly: "The next question is the second topic. Why do you tie the two groups of Hogwarts' warriors together? This is also what you care about?"

Six people Harry, Ron, Hermione, Cedric, Roger Davis, Collins Flyzichi nodded.

"On the one hand, this is a necessary compromise, and you don't want the four internationally renowned magic schools to be hostile to Hogwarts in the next few decades, right?"

Shake your head in unison.

"On the other hand, this is also my own hope." Felix looked at the six faces that were stunned and finally smiled, "Yes, the situation in front of him is exactly what I want to achieve."

"For, why?" Harry stammered.

"When the second group of Warriors appeared in Hogwarts, I immediately realized the danger. It wasn't someone who tampered with the rules of the Goblet of Fire. That was what I thought of later," Felix added when he saw Harry wanting to interrupt.

"Hogwarts has two groups of Warriors, which is not only an honor, but also a sign of the split between the four academies. Although my attempt at the Magic Club slightly broke the strong barriers between the four academies, I suddenly realized that if I didn't do anything, this championship game might ruin all my previous efforts."

"I certainly wouldn't allow this to happen," Felix said. "So after asking Dumbledore for advice, I came up with a new scoring rule."

Harry and the others stared at him blankly.

"But, Professor Hepp," Ron said suddenly, "doing this will only cause the school to lose the championship trophy, and if Hogwarts loses, it will also bring great disaster."

"Why do you say that?" Felix asked politely.

"Because, because..." Ron raised one of his hands, and the hand trembled uncontrollably, "Because I... when I knew the first project was Fire Dragon, it was like this. I was not a Warrior's material at all. If I were involved, not only would I not be able to help, but I would also drag my back."

"I'm so scared just by hearing the name. If I really face a fire dragon, I'm absolutely dead and will also affect Harry and Hermione. When I think of this scene, I think," he said with a pale face and a harsh attitude: "Why would you like to kick me out and choose another one to go up, squin, actually..."

"Ron..." Hermione said sadly.

"I know I'm not as good as all of you, and even among the students selected, I'm the bottom one."

"Not a group," Felix interjected.

"What?" Ron looked at him in surprise.

"Not a group, I mean, you are the worst one," Felix said. "You are the worst one among the selected students, not counting Miss Greengrass."

"But Neville..." Ron glared at him and said angrily.

"Navi's number of spells is not as good as you, but he is far superior to you in armored spells and coma spells. The most important thing is that he has initially formed a duel system that suits him. As time goes by, your gap will become more and more obvious."

Ron was stunned, his mind was blank, and he seemed to be stupid.

"Professor Happ" Harry looked at Ron anxiously, then at Felix, not understanding why he said so.

"...But I'm very optimistic about your potential."

Ron's eyes rolled, and there was a little more anger on his pale face. He repeated blankly: "Potential?"

"Yes, potential. In fact, your talent is not bad. Even if you play, you can still rank in the middle. If you only talk about practical ability, you can rank in the front of your age..."

Ron looked at him, "But I can't compare."

"You lack enough motivation." Felix scratched his head, "an interesting phenomenon is that whether in duel class, ancient magic literature class, or magic literature club, your performance is mediocre, just the type that is too low to find you at first sight."
To be continued...