The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Obviously, it wasn't just students from the other three schools who were dissatisfied with this outcome, Malfoy's protest also resonated with many Hogwarts students.

People do not suffer from scarcity but from inequality. This has been the case since ancient times.

It would be fine if this competition strictly abided by the rules of the age line, but even if there was an exception, the emotions of the little wizards would inevitably show great resistance.

Everyone wants to be that exception, and everyone feels that they may become that exception. Similarly, no one is willing to accept that the exception is not themselves!

For the attention of the crowd, Malfoy felt that it was very beneficial.

He smiled involuntarily, brushed a handful of light blond hair covered in hair gel, and was about to expose "Harry Potter's various crimes committed at Hogwarts".

"You may not know that Potter has been dishonest since he first entered school, he..."

"Shut up, Draco!"

Just as Malfoy was about to make a long speech, a voice suddenly interrupted him.

He originally thought it was the little Harry fans in Gryffindor who were shouting angrily, and was about to ignore it, and then completely ruined his arch-rival's reputation in the public.

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But Crabbe and Goyle, who were beside Malfoy, elbowed him in the ribs.

"What are you two doing? Could it be that you want to stop me?" Malfoy looked at his two followers impatiently.

Crabb shook his head hesitantly, motioning him to glance at the professor's seat.

Malfoy turned his head inexplicably, and found that his headmaster was staring at him with cold eyes.

"Professor, why do you..."

"Be quiet, don't let me hear your noisy voice again." Snape said coldly.

"But……"

Malfoy hesitated to speak, but finally closed his mouth.

He couldn't understand why Dean Slytherin, who usually hated Potter the most, seemed to stand up for Potter today?

At the same time, Snape, who couldn't be guessed, stood up sullenly, and looked at Dumbledore who was standing in the middle of the professor's seat.

At this time, Professor McGonagall was whispering eagerly in Dumbledore's ear, and Dumbledore was listening, frowning slightly.

"Principal Dumbledore, I want to know what is the reason?" Snape didn't care that Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were talking, and asked bluntly

Road.

"Calm down, Severus, Minerva and I are already discussing countermeasures." Dumbledore said softly.

"Calm down? How do you tell me to calm down!" Snape roared in a low voice, "Don't you know the death rate in the Triwizard Tournament? What is it if students of this age go to the arena?!"

He glanced at the Gryffindor table from a distance, and looked in Harry's direction. The disgust in his eyes still hasn't subsided, but there is also an unspeakable worry in it, which is very contradictory. In the same pair of eyes.

"No, Potter must not participate in the Final Four!" Snape said firmly.

"Severus, this contract has been established!" Dumbledore said solemnly, "Once the contract of the Goblet of Fire is established, the contestants must complete each item, otherwise they will be punished with the most severe punishment for violating the contract... ..."

"Do you want Harry to completely lose the ability to use magic and become a Muggle from now on?"

Snape's lips pursed tightly.

"Is there no way to cancel this contract?" He glanced at Dumbledore, and then turned his gaze to Dracula.

At this time, Dracula had come to the Goblet of Fire curiously, studying the runes on the Goblet of Fire and the magic contained in it with great interest.

"Huh? Don't look at me, I have no way to cancel the contract." Dracula noticed Snape's gaze and shook his head with a smile. "Once a contract is established, it already exists in the blood of wizards." , no external force can take it away."

Of course, Dracula himself doesn't care about the restrictions of various contracts at all.

Because there is no contract that can restrain him, those contract punishments that deprive him of magic power, blood, and even life have no effect on Dracula's physique...

However, as an ordinary little wizard, Harry obviously couldn't deal with the contract punishment from the Goblet of Fire, so he could only participate in the Big Four Tournament from beginning to end...or now it can be said to be the Five Powers Tournament It's over.

When Dumbledore and Snape fell silent, Dracula was still circling around the Goblet of Fire in the middle of the professor's seat with great interest, with wine-red light in his eyes, and repeatedly looked at the burning goblet. Cup with blue and white flames.

"Anything, Professor Dracula?" asked Dumbledore.

"Well... I did find something." Dracula said, "It can be seen that this Goblet of Fire was cursed while we were not paying attention. I have to say, this is really an excellent confusion spell. To be able to have an impact on this cup."

"Confusion Curse?!" Professor McGonagall opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

"It is indeed a confusion spell, and the magic breath in the cup still remains for a while." Dracula said enthusiastically, "This kind of magic residue is easy to identify, and it is obviously a trace of the confusion spell."

"Looking at the time, it should be in the middle of the night after the banquet yesterday, a sneaky figure came out to cast a spell on the Goblet of Fire."

"As for who it is... I have no idea at all!"

……

Offstage, Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione.

He saw the students at the long Gryffindor table behind them staring at him with their mouths open.

"I didn't put my name in." Harry said blankly and helplessly. "You know I didn't. I've been with you all the time!"

Ron and Hermione also looked at him blankly, blankly.

In this way, Harry has been sitting in his seat, waiting for Dumbledore and the professors to execute him...

"Harry Potter!" Harry sat on the long table in Gryffindor for a long time, his legs were almost numb, and finally heard Dumbledore's voice sounded in front of the auditorium, "Harry! Please come here Come!"

"Go ahead," Hermione urged softly, nudged Harry lightly.

In his nervousness, Harry stood up, only to stumble slightly on the hem of his robes.

He quickly adjusted his pace and walked down the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables.

Harry could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on

It seemed that every eye in his body was a searchlight, trying to see through him completely.

The buzzing discussion became louder and louder, and it seemed like a whole century had passed before Harry finally walked in front of Dumbledore.

He felt the eyes of all the professors on him.

"Well... go through that door, Harry," said Dumbledore softly.

Unlike when facing other warriors, there was no smile on his face at this time.

Harry walked through the door and out of the Great Hall to find himself in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on either side of the walls.In the fireplace opposite him, the fire was burning brightly.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour and John Kowalski are four true warriors, and now they are all gathered around the fire and seem to get along It's not too bad.

Against the background of the flames, the impression of those four figures was particularly strong.

Krum leaned on the stove, bowed his waist and meditated there, and slightly distanced himself from the other three.Cedric stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes on the fire.

When Harry entered, Fleur Delacour turned her head and tossed her cascading silver hair.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

She thought Harry had come in to deliver a message—the warriors in the room had no idea what had just happened, they had missed a big show.

Harry's throat moved, but he didn't hold back what he wanted to say, not knowing how to explain what had just happened.

He just stood there, looking at the four warriors.He suddenly felt that each of them was so tall... The fourth grade student stood in front of the four grown-up students, and there was indeed a huge gap in height.

Not long after, this room suddenly ushered in the sound of hurried footsteps.It was Ludo Bagman who entered the room.

He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.

"How surreal!" he murmured, squeezing Harry's arm hard. "Absolutely surreal! Three gentlemen...and this lady,"

He went to the fireside, and said to the other four, "Allow me to introduce—unbelievable though it may seem—that is the fifth champion of the Final Four!"

Viktor Krum straightened up, looked Harry up and down, a gloomy expression appeared on his haughty face.Cedric, on the other hand, seemed at a loss. He looked at Bagman and then at Harry, thinking that he must not have heard what Bagman said.

Fleur Delacour shook her long hair, smiled, and said, "Oh, this joke is very interesting, Mr. Bagman."

"A joke?" Bagman had an inscrutable expression on his face, "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just spewed out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Krum's two thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, while John Kowalski gave Harry a surprised look, and then looked away nonchalantly.

"Is this true, Harry?" Cedric walked up to Harry with a puzzled look in his eyes and asked, "So who are we to represent Hogwarts?"

"No, Mr. Diggory, it's obviously a mistake." Fleur also frowned, and said proudly to Bagman, "he must not be able to compete, he is too young."

"Yeah...it's really surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin, and looked down at Harry with a smile, "but, you also know that the age restriction was only implemented this year as an extra security measure .”

For some unknown reason, Bagman seemed to be very happy that such a warrior who surprised everyone suddenly appeared.

"Now that his name is sprayed out of the goblet...I mean, I don't think getting cold feet is allowed now that you've gotten to this point...the rules are pretty clear that if you get picked you have to finish the game ..."

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large group of people rushed in aggressively.

Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxime, Professor Hicks, Professor McGonagall and Snape, while Dracula leisurely followed the team Last.

After Professor McGonagall closes the door

Before that, the buzzing voices of the students in the auditorium continued to come in, causing Harry to feel embarrassed for a while.

"Madam Maxim!" Seeing the principal of her school, Fu Rong said immediately, while striding towards Madam Maxim, "They said that this little boy also wants to participate in the competition!"

little boy?

Although Harry felt incredible and his brain was numb, he also felt a flash of anger in his heart.

In the more than three years he spent at Hogwarts, he must have experienced as many adventures as this Miss Fleur Delacour!

Harry turned his eyes to Madame Maxime, to see what she would say.

Madame Maxime straightened her tall, tall body... Then her head touched the chandelier full of candles.

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?" She lowered her head a little more, but lowering her head did not prevent her expression from being full of arrogance.

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore," Karkaroff echoed.

He had a icy smile on his face, and his blue eyes were as cold as ice cubes. "Hogwarts has two warriors? I don't remember anyone telling me that the host school can have two warriors-do those Did I not read the regulations carefully enough?"

He laughed shortly, and his voice was very ugly.

"Don't worry, both of you." Professor Hicks was the most relaxed among the four principals. She smiled and waved to the two principals who had just spoken, "I remember Professor Dracula said before, The Goblet of Fire was confounded, so there was an accident."