Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 369 Four Warriors
368 Four Warriors
Cedric sat there, his mind still stuck on the matter of Harry being selected as a warrior. He knew that Harry must not be old enough, and it would be difficult for anyone to break through the defense of the armor.How did Harry manage to put his name into the Goblet of Fire?

All this didn't come to an end until Professor Haimer's voice sounded again.

"Cedric Diggory."

He heard Professor Highmore say his name, and the worst part was that he had just seen Professor Highmore take the fourth note from the Goblet of Fire.

"Good for you."

After a short moment of astonishment, a student sitting next to Cedric exclaimed: "I knew you would not give up the chance to fight for honor for the college, but—are you partnering with Harry Potter? Now you We've all passed Professor Highmore's test, if that can be called a test."

Cedric frowned tightly. He knew that everything he said was wrong now, and he couldn't change other people's thoughts.

In full view, he stood up and walked down the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables.There were constant buzzing voices around him, and he tried his best to block out the influence of other people, and it took a lot of effort to get in front of Professor Haimo.

"Go through that door," said Toby curtly, his eyes fixed on Cedric's pale face.

Cedric walked along the faculty desk, and he saw Dean Sprout staring at him in a daze, as if he was just getting to know the student in his college for the first time.

He walked through the door in silence, out of the auditorium, and found himself in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides.In the fireplace opposite him a fire was burning brightly.

Even when Cedric walked in, the eyes of the portraits were not shared with him, but with someone else in the room - Harry Potter.

Harry was talking with Krum by the fire, and both of them had serious expressions on their faces. It could be seen that Harry had already shared the fact that he was selected as a warrior.

Fleur looked at the two with dissatisfaction, she was excluded from the conversation, and it was not until Cedric approached that she finally averted her gaze.

"What do you want to tell us?"

Fleur Delacour thought that Cedric was here to deliver a message, and she immediately asked: "I knew there must be something wrong with the Goblet of Fire, otherwise a little boy would not be allowed to participate in the competition. This does not comply with the regulations."

"Little boy?" Harry turned his head in surprise and anger, he was in a terrible mood now, and his mind was full of anger: "Then you must have never been to this year's Quidditch World Cup, otherwise you don't even know that you have How lucky not to be robbed of the title by a little boy!"

Krum nodded and muttered a few times, agreeing with Harry's words, but then added: "The championship is still uncertain for the time being, this is different from Quidditch, it doesn't mean I will lose to you again. "

Fleur looked at the two people full of irrationality, she frowned and turned her head, her long hair raised high, and said to Cedric again: "Tell me quickly, they are going to choose Hogg again." Watts warrior. I don't want everyone to know I'm bullying."

Cedric looked at them silently, and the gaze made the three of them feel a little strange, especially Harry, who felt a bad feeling in his heart.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps from behind the door, and Rufus Scrimgeour strode in. He said in a very serious tone as soon as he opened his mouth: "Gentlemen and ladies, I think this year There is no need to continue the Triwizard Tournament."

Except for Cedric, the gazes of the other three immediately became disbelieving.

"Why, don't you know?"

Scrimgeour looked at them and said, "Because a fourth warrior was chosen this year, the young man who came in last. As far as I know, there has never been such a situation since the Triwizard Tournament. The need to hold a game that is known to be problematic, especially with the recent understaffing of the Ministry, is quite unnecessary."

"I don't think this matter is up to you to decide."

Principal McGonagall strode in, and behind her was the angry Mrs. Maxim, Lockhart with a slightly disturbed expression, and Vice-Principal Haimer with a cold expression all over his face.

"Ms. Maxim!" Fleur said immediately, "Why are there two warriors in Hogwarts, but we can only choose one?"

"That's exactly what I want to ask." Maxim stopped, and her eyes kept sweeping over the faces of Mag and Haimo: "I think everyone knows exactly what the problem is—this This kind of despicable, completely trustless means, not everyone can do it without psychological barriers."

Most of the people in the room followed her gaze.

But Toby acted as if he didn't hear this passage, he remained silent and said nothing.

"Perhaps I should have warned you more clearly, Olim."

There was terrible anger in Principal McGonagall's eyes, and she roared: "No matter when, it will not be your turn to condemn my deputy!"

"The premise is that you can keep an eye on him, Minerva." Madam Maxim fiercely fought back.

This scene stunned the four students, who did not expect such a serious conflict to arise between the two principals.

"Calm down, ladies." Scrimgeour said, "If that's the case, then it's better to do as I said just now - cancel this year's Triwizard Tournament, and wait for the magic world to settle down before restarting." I don't think there's a better idea than that, don't you think, Headmaster Lockhart?"

Lockhart was trying to reduce his presence in the crowd, and it seemed that even he knew who the most problematic of the few people present might be.

"Of course, of course it's okay." He responded hastily, hoping that these people could quickly take their eyes off him.

"Very good." Scrimgeour stared at Lockhart closely, not letting him go: "Then, as an important official sent by the Ministry of Magic to supervise the competition, I think I need to apologize to everyone on behalf of the British magical community. —It’s better than this.”

Scrimgeour had obviously been waiting for this moment.

"Let me take those Aurors who have no missions temporarily, and escort all the personnel of your school back to Durmstrang safely. Please don't refuse, this is due etiquette."

Lockhart stared blankly at Scrimgeour, and he immediately understood Scrimgeour's purpose - of course to go to Durmstrang to find Fudge.

"No, no need." Lockhart retorted nervously: "This is not suitable. Very inappropriate. We can go back by ourselves, just take a boat. It's very simple, and Durmstrang's address is not easy to reveal. This is school rules."

At this moment, Toby, who was silent, suddenly spoke, startling Lockhart.

"Rule, I like that word."

He raised his head, his eyes hidden behind the hair swept over everyone's faces, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Although there was a mistake in the process of evaluating candidates, the rules are the rules, and the Triwizard Tournament also has its own rules." Rules. Now that we have four warriors, and the Goblet of Fire has been extinguished, there is no way to make a new choice—we have no choice but to continue the game.”

"I don't think so." Scrimgeour strongly disagreed with Toby's statement.

"But you don't have that power." Toby stepped forward and said, forming an oppressive force that almost filled the whole room: "This is not up to you to make a decision, only Minister Dumbledore can. If I were you, already It's time to ask his advice, don't be a fool, and don't make the same mistake as Fudge."

Scrimgeour was instantly furious, but Toby had already looked away from him.

"Four warriors, do you have any objections to this result?"

Krum still didn't fully understand why it was the professor who had all the say and not the headmaster of Hogwarts, so he remained silent and didn't answer.

But the other three spoke immediately.

"Professor, I really didn't vote for myself, and I didn't ask anyone else to help me."

"Me too."

"How could there be no opinion?"

Fu Rong stared at them with wide eyes: "Why is Hogwarts eligible to choose two warriors? There is no such rule in the Triwizard Tournament."

"You have a point, ma'am."

Unexpectedly, Toby nodded, so he turned to Madam Maxim and asked, "Since this is the case, the right to choose can only fall on you."

"What if I refuse?" Maxim said coldly.

"It's very simple." Toby replied calmly: "If you also refuse, then you can only exclude Beauxbatons from the Triwizard Tournament forever, and then add Waggadu, I don't think so. There will be people who will refuse to see you become the joke of the whole of Europe."

"Is this also a rule?" Madame Maxime became as angry as Scrimgeour.

"At Hogwarts, my words are the rules—ah, it hurts!"

A pliers-like hand stretched out and lifted Toby's ear tightly.

"Let go, principal."

Mag squeezed her fingers more tightly with a blank expression, and she said: "He was just joking just now, the Triwizard Tournament was created by our three schools from the very beginning, there is no reason to exclude any school However, I still agree with part of Toby's statement that the game that has not started should not be ended prematurely in any case-especially in my first year as the headmaster of Hogwarts, otherwise I would also be The joke of the whole of England."

What she said was so straightforward that Maxim couldn't even refute it.

One side of Toby's head was propped up, and he asked in a tone as if nothing had happened: "It seems that we are all right, right?"

Fleur looked at her principal, and Ms. Maxim stared angrily. She finally realized that the two of them were just acting for others to see. Unless Dumbledore appeared, no one could change their attitude. idea.

"But the professor, we"

Before Harry finished speaking, Toby continued to maintain this weird posture and said: "It doesn't matter, whether you put in the names yourself or not, it doesn't matter. The point is that you are all chosen by the Goblet of Fire now." , the most important thing is, of course I know that you have not deceived me, and the armor has not found any abnormality, only a wizard with extremely high strength can do this—do you think so, Lockhart?"

Lockhart was taken aback when he was called again, and this time he was obviously more nervous than the time he was called by Scrimgeour.

"Of course I do." He seemed to be the only one to answer: "That's your armor, it's up to you to decide."

"But why do I feel that you seem to be a little dissatisfied with this decision?" Toby pulled the ear out of Principal McGonagall's hand, he rubbed it and walked towards Lockhart, putting an arm on him very naturally "Actually, if you don't want to believe it, you can check the armor with me. I believe you will know some magic that I don't know. Maybe you can find problems that I didn't notice."

Lockhart's smile was uglier than crying, but Toby's arm seemed to have infinite strength, and he deliberately let Lockhart see a faint black mist extending from the cuff - that was Toby's devil, Lockhart Hart is well aware of this.

"Okay then, can you check in the hall of the auditorium?"

"It's better, Principal Lockhart. The best place is still in my office. Only in this way is it safe enough."

Everyone watched Lockhart being taken away by Toby, and no one came out to stop him.

"Excuse me."

Krum asked the people around him in an unbelievable tone: "Did the principal of our school be kidnapped by him?"

"How could it be?" Harry reassured immediately.

"I don't think so." Cedric continued: "In fact, the two of them have known each other for a long time, and it's just a normal communication between friends."

"Yes." Scrimgeour said abruptly, "He also did what I wanted to do by the way—in that case, I think I can only go back to the Ministry of Magic first, everyone, see you then."

As he said that, he also left the room, and then Mrs. Maxim also left quickly with Fleur. Then, under the urging of Principal McGonagall, Krum also had to leave in a daze.

After the number of people in the room dwindled, McGonagall looked at the two Hogwarts warriors.

"Although Toby said that he doesn't care about this, I still have to hear it from you guys—did you really not put your names into the Goblet of Fire?"

Both of them nodded immediately, and they also couldn't understand this matter.

"Go back to the dorm, kids."

Principal McGonagall said in a complicated tone.

"In the next period of time, some of you have to be busy."

(End of this chapter)