Chapter 157

"But he is a principal now. From a standpoint, it is impossible for Karkaroff to do something detrimental to himself. After all, you said it... He has betrayed Death Eaters to Dumbledore before." He said to Don't worry about this.

It's not that he doesn't believe Snape, but he simply doesn't think Karkaroff has this reason.

Karkaroff, who had betrayed Voldemort and the Death Eaters long ago, was even less likely to break away from Dumbledore's lap now, unless he would rather believe that Voldemort would spare his life.

"I'm not worried about him, but - I found out that Igor is afraid of that Professor Grendel."

"He is a friend of Principal Dumbledore, so he should..." Nietzsche suddenly thought of Klum, the Durmstrang student who seemed to hate their Defense Against the Dark Arts associate professor.

This makes people very strange.

You must know that although the old professor was once fired by Durmstrang, that was more than seventy years ago.

In other words, Snape was not actually worried about the former Death Eater's strange behavior, but asked him to observe the changes in the people around him through Igor Karkaroff.

Who else could make a surrendered Death Eater afraid, except an Auror like Moody?

Nietzsche seemed to recall Tom Riddle's laughter again: 'You are more unlucky than me, because it is not just Dumbledore who is paying attention to you. ’

Chapter 233 The Unexpected Warrior

After Snape finished speaking, he ran away, leaving a confused Nietzsche in a daze. Now that he was no longer asleep, he could only get up and go somewhere else.

When he first entered the hall, he saw more than thirty or forty people surrounding the auditorium. A group of people were holding pieces of kraft paper in their hands... and the Goblet of Fire was placed in the center of the platform in front of the guest of honor seat, with space between them. On the chair where the Sorting Hat is placed.

There is a thin golden line surrounding the Goblet of Fire.

Hermione had just walked out of it, carrying a schoolbag, and seemed to be planning to go to the library.

"You don't want to get involved too, do you?" She pointed to two students with long white beards, "George and Fred have just tried using age-enhancing agents, but it didn't work."

"I don't plan to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and...I don't plan to go to the library!" Nietzsche said lazily.

Hearing that he had no intention of going to the library, Hermione frustratedly shoved the books into his arms.

At this time, several Durmstrang students rushed in from the outside on broomsticks, sending the bats on the ceiling flying everywhere. The fallen leaves from the courtyard also floated into the hall floor, causing Phil to Qi suppressed his blush.

Damn it...these are guests, and they're coming off the ship too.

Don't scold me...but it's really annoying.

"Actually, before George and Fred, Ravenclaw's Foster and Hufflepuff's Summert had already tried it." Lavender came over and said, "I didn't expect these two people to... ..Fawcett doesn’t usually talk to Summert.”

"Where are the Slytherin warriors?" Nietzsche took a piece of bread from the table, broke it into pieces and fed it to Crooks.

"That sloth from Warrington was showing off early in the morning, but I'd rather Cedric was chosen than believe it was him."

At this time, Harry ran over. He was carrying the 'Firebolt' given by Sirius Black, and had just escaped from the envious onlookers of several Durmstrangs.

He sat down next to Nietzsche and said gratefully: "Where did you get the notebook? It helped me a lot... My potions paper is saved. At least Snape can't catch me and deduct points."

Under his leadership, Ron and Neville also came over.

"Yeah, I actually got to see Harry read all night long one day..." Ron said.

"No, I just fell asleep by the fireplace in the lounge." Harry took out Riddle's diary from his pocket, "Now I know why you don't go to the library every day like Hermione and still keep it. It’s because of the results.”

It's really easy to use, just write the questions on it and wait for the answers to emerge.

But Harry didn't know that the thing he was grateful and praising was actually one of Voldemort's Horcruxes... Nietzsche didn't care too much about Harry's chirping words, but was just curious in his heart about what his spiritual world was like.

Will Harry's parents appear in his subconscious world?

"Do you still need it?"

"If possible, please allow me to borrow it until the end of the final exams." Harry happily put away the Horcrux.

"Are you going to put your name in?" Neville hesitated. "It's a pity that I'm not old enough, otherwise my grandma would definitely write me a snarling letter to tell me."

Nietzsche shook his head. He had no idea of ​​such glory.

The most important thing is the age detection line set. For some reason, he always feels that this magic should be related to the Hogwarts Book of Admission, and it cannot be circumvented by a few magic or potions.

"He won't do that." Hermione said flatly, pushing away those people.

"Really? Don't you want Nietzsche to become a warrior?" Lavender made a face, "And you don't have to worry about girls taking away the warrior...especially those...how do you say? Coming? Veela?"

"Did you really not listen to Principal Dumbledore? The Triwizard Tournament will be life-threatening!"

Hermione was furious that they didn't take the warning seriously.

Seriously? Life-threatening?

Nietzsche was somewhat speechless after listening to her words. Last summer vacation, what they encountered was not common, unless there was a danger greater than an army in the Triwizard Tournament.

At three or four in the afternoon, it began to drizzle, and the Durmstrangs who had finished playing Quidditch and several Quidditch players from Hogwarts ran back.

The Beauxbatons delegation followed closely behind, Hagrid was next to Madam Maxime, the two were talking and laughing, Fleur Delacour and her sister followed closely behind them, and they didn't look at the boys around them.

She shook her hair slightly, and the silver hair tip passed over the noses of those people.

But fortunately, she restrained herself a lot... But despite the lack of magical intervention, Nietzsche could still see the boys' infatuation.

When passing the Slytherin table, Nietzsche also found Fleur looking at him curiously.

"Tsk~~" He heard Hermione smack her lips.

Then Hermione stayed at the Slytherin table and refused to leave. After all, there was Gryffindor between Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

"Crack!" This was the sound of several witches breaking the tableware in their hands.

The Halloween dinner began, but no one cared about the rich and delicious dishes on the table like yesterday. Everyone was staring nervously at the Goblet of Fire placed in front of Dumbledore's table.

When they finished the main course and only iced juice and snacks were left on the four long tables, Dumbledore finally stood up.

It was the most exciting moment.

"Now, we are about to announce the name of the champion." Dumbledore took out his wand with distinct joints and waved it vigorously, wiping out the light in the hall, making the whole hall flicker in the dancing blue and white flames.

Mr. Crouch crossed his fingers and put his hands on his stomach, his face full of boredom with these rituals.

Professor Grendel stared at the students of Durmstrang, sometimes frowning, sometimes showing inexplicable apology and disappointment.

The flame in the Goblet of Fire shook violently for a moment, then turned from blue-white to dazzling rose red. The flames flickered a few times, and a piece of parchment that was burned to the length of a finger flew out of it.

Dumbledore pinched the parchment and saw the name on it by the light of the fire.

"The champion of Durmstrang is... Viktor Krum!"

At the Slytherin table, there was a burst of fierce applause. Even Krum, who always behaved calmly, showed a brief and brilliant smile, and then he walked into the room where freshmen were preparing for school.

This is not the end, but just the beginning.

Dumbledore took another one and shouted with a smile: "The champion of Beauxbatons! Fleur Delacour!"

For some reason, the applause was more intense than before, and most of them were boys. They slapped the table with all their strength, making the juice in the cups shake onto the table.

Maybe Nietzsche was wrong, he found that Fleur actually smiled at Hermione... Not sure, maybe it was at him.

"She was provocative!" Hermione said angrily. "I can guarantee that Madame Maxime must have told them how strong and talented I am... Tsk! She is just a little older than me."

"Yes, yes, if you are seventeen years old, you must be a warrior." Nietzsche said perfunctorily. "But you have to admit that it does take courage to do something that can annoy you."

So Hermione's anger subsided a little.

But anger will not disappear, it will only be transferred, so other witches took out Hermione's anger on their boyfriends.

"Finally, it's Hogwarts' turn... Let me see." Dumbledore rubbed his hands happily and took out the last piece of parchment from the Goblet of Fire, "It's Cedric Diggory!"

"Great!!" "Long live Hufflepuff!"

The Hufflepuffs became crazy apes, jumping up and down on chairs and wooden tables, and even Hannah was crazy with them. She took out her small purse and scattered the copper Knuts inside everywhere.

But it was only copper Knuts...

Ravenclaw's Seeker Qiu Zhang rushed over and gave Cedric a hug.

Just as Cedric was about to walk into the small room next to the Great Hall like the previous "champion", the Goblet of Fire suddenly shook again, and then, like a person who had eaten too much, it spit out two more pieces of parchment.

Yes, it spit... because the flames were so big that they almost burned Dumbledore's beard.

Dumbledore took the two pieces of parchment, raised them high, and blinked continuously, as if to confirm whether he had seen it wrong.

"The two champions of Hogwarts..." He cleared his throat, straightened his glasses with trembling hands, and shouted loudly, "Harry Potter and..."

"Hermione Granger!"

There was a long silence below, and even Nietzsche was stunned. This was too sudden.

"What?!" Only Hermione stood up and screamed in disbelief.

Thinking on the bright side, at least Hermione can save face with Beauxbatons.

Chapter 234 The Confrontation between the Dragon and the Swan

Hermione's mind was blank. She must have heard it wrong just now, but everyone's eyes were on her and Harry.

"I didn't put the name in..."

"Of course you can't cross the age test line, but someone has obviously done so." Nietzsche looked at the guest seat and observed the changes in everyone's expressions, "Your name was entered by others."

But if this is the case, the scope is wider. Wizards over the age of seventeen can bypass Dumbledore's magic.

"Come on, you two." Professor McGonagall shouted, "Go to that room first."

Hermione and Harry walked away from the Slytherin table with stiff steps, walked through the Great Hall, and followed Ludo Bagman into the small room where they gathered in front of the Sorting House.

Nietzsche's mind was spinning rapidly - maybe some senior witch who was dissatisfied with Beauxbatons' Veela threw Hermione's name into the Goblet of Fire? What about Harry Potter? What do you want to do with this opportunity?

If Harry Potter carries the soul of Voldemort or the consciousness of Tom Riddle, is it possible that this will affect the age detection magic...

"This is against the rules." Snape said with a stern face, showing dissatisfaction with the other two warriors in Hogwarts. Of course, it was more likely because none of the three warriors came from Slytherin.

Because when he spoke, he quickly gouged out his eyes at Nietzsche.

There were whispers on and off the stage: the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang looked very angry, thinking that Dumbledore had deceived them, and were furious at him, while Professor McGonagall was explaining.

After a while, Dumbledore led everyone to get up, and Nietzsche followed the dean into the small room.

He saw Cedric, Krum and Fleur standing around the fireplace, and opposite them, Hermione had her hands in her pockets and was looked at with different eyes by the three people:

Cedric was a little at a loss; Krum frowned, and then moved away from Cedric with a gloomy expression; Fleur held her head high like a swan.

"Mrs. Maxim!" Fleur strode forward after seeing her principal come in. "What's going on? Mr. Bagman said these two children also want to participate in the competition?"

Two kids?

This is not just a simple description of Hermione and Harry's age, coupled with her arrogant look, it is obviously sarcastic.

Hermione was so angry that she kicked the ground with her heels. She was annoyed that she was looked down upon. At the same time, after she noticed Nietzsche coming in, she and Harry leaned over and hid behind Snape.

In this room, he was the only one with less hostility around him.

"I didn't want to compete at first." Hermione looked at Fleur and said softly, "Looking at her look like this, I really don't know if a white swan like this will be so frightened that it will roll in the water when it encounters Obscurus... "

She rarely showed off her experiences, but now, she wanted to tell Fleur: What did you do when you were my age?

Nietzsche did not refute, but also sneered a few times at Fleur's words.

"What the hell is going on?" Karkaroff's eyes revealed a chill, "Why should there be three warriors in Hogwarts... If this is the case, I will ask the students to re-vote their names until we also have three. A warrior."

Madame Maxime also agreed. She and Karkaroff turned their attention to Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch standing against the wall.

But Mr. Crouch stood expressionlessly at the intersection of shadow and firelight. His entire face was like a Goblet of Fire, roughly carved from a piece of wood. This kind of stiffness was not what a normal human being should have. look.

"We must abide by the regulations, the rules of the Triwizard Tournament - anyone chosen by the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition." He said mechanically.

"But these two people are obviously not qualified to participate." Furong shook her hair and said with a smile.

"Not qualified? What is qualified?" Hermione said in a cold voice, "Does the Second Order of Merlin qualify you? If I am not qualified, then the Goblet of Fire chose you simply because there was no one else to choose from."

Beauxbatons' principal, Madame Maxime, was frightened by these words. She stared angrily and covered her violently heaving chest with her right hand.

"Granger!" McGonagall warned.

But this is completely useless. When it comes to seriousness, Hermione is like a cactus with spikes all over her body.

"I just hope that when certain people are guests, it's better to show a little respect to the host." Hermione ignored her yard and Madam Maxime's angry look, "You may be the most genius in Beauxbatons, but in this world Not here."

"Really?" Fleur lowered her eyelids and said slowly, "I would like to see..."