"Ronald Weasley." Dumbledore called again.

Ron was completely stunned. He couldn't help wondering if there was another new student named "Ronald" in the school, but he was the only one with the last name Weasley.

Soon, he stood up excitedly. I'm a warrior, I'm a warrior!

He pulled the stunned Hermione with him, walked to Harry with a happy smile on his face, and whispered to him: "You're awesome, brother! I thought you left me behind. How did you do it? Did you use the invisibility cloak at night? To be honest, you should have woken me up. I haven't seen it yet..."

"I didn't throw any notes in!" Harry said angrily. He couldn't help getting angry. How could Ron not see that he didn't do anything?

"Okay...you three, go to that door." Dumbledore said, without a smile on his face.

The discussions in the hall made Harry confused. He just wanted to leave here as soon as possible and think about things in a quiet corner. He strode away without any regrets, as if to leave his troubles behind. Hermione followed him closely, worried. Ron walked last. He deliberately slowed down his pace, 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 hall.

Harry pushed open the door. He had been craning his neck to look inside in his seat before, but now he could finally see clearly. This was a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides. When they entered, a wrinkled witch left her frame and whispered to the wizard in the portrait on the next wall. Under the portrait, there were six or seven spacious sofas, which reminded him of the Rune Club. In the fireplace opposite, the fire was burning brightly.

Harry realized that something was wrong. This was obviously not a place to think. Fifteen pairs of eyes looked at him at the same time. At this moment, their gazes made Harry feel suffocated. Ron pushed him from behind and poked his head out with a smile, "What are you waiting for, Harry? Do you want them to take another 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 a veela, probably named "Fleur", raised her delicate face and looked at them in surprise, "Are you warriors?"

"I..."

Before Harry could answer, she turned her head and shook her silver hair. Harry sniffed the fragrance that hit him and choked on the words he was about to say. He heard Fleur say in one direction: "Cedric, your students are really good at making jokes..." Harry then

realized that opposite Fleur were the three warriors of Hogwarts. Cedric smiled at him: "What's the matter? We can't hear clearly inside, it's a mess outside."

Harry found that he suddenly lost the ability to speak, especially when facing the three warriors of Hogwarts. It felt like Snape had secretly recited a tongue-locking curse.

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind them, and Ludo Bagman ran over. "Why are you all blocking the door?" He said happily, squeezing the three of them - Harry, Ron and Hermione - into the room. The heat in the room hit them in the face.

"Too bizarre!" Bagman squeezed Harry's arm hard, dragged him to the center of the room, looked around, as if reciting a classic line from a play, "Absolutely too bizarre! Ladies and gentlemen... please allow me to introduce - although it seems incredible - this is the sixth group of warriors in the Tournament!"

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 really a strange news! There are also your seniors in here, you should get to know them -"

Ron pulled Hermione, but she pushed him away, so he walked over alone and straightened his body. He was dizzy now, and every corner of his body was filled with great joy. He suddenly wanted to raise his wand and recite the Patronus spell. He felt that he would succeed. He was a warrior! This was a scene that he had never seen in the Mirror of Erised in his first year.

But Fleur's words poured cold water on him

. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bagman," Fleur said, "something went wrong. They can't compete. They are too young. Two little boys and a little girl."

Harry, who was looking around with his peripheral vision, felt a mess in his mind, mixed with various emotions. He saw Cedric's confused expression, Krum frowning beside the fire, his expression gloomy, Byers' mouth opened wide, and the three warriors of Vagadu stared at him. But when he heard Fleur's words, he still felt a trace of anger in his heart.

Little boy?

At this time, a large group of footsteps approached, and the door was slammed open. Madame Maxime's tall and burly figure walked in, followed by a group of headmasters and Barty Crouch, who looked sick.

"What on earth is the meaning of this, Dumbledore?" she said angrily, her head almost hitting the chandelier hanging from the ceiling - the chandelier contained a magical lamp, and when she stood up straight, she blocked a large area of ​​light, and the room immediately became dark.

"I want to know that, too, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, with a cold smile on his face and cold eyes.

The other headmasters were angry and ready to attack at any time.

There was another scene in the hall -

Felix was squatting, carefully examining the extinguished Goblet of Fire. It looked like a poor carpenter had cut it casually, and the tool he used was an unsuitable axe, and there was not even a complete arc.

But he was looking at it very seriously, and the light in his eyes kept flashing.

"Have you figured out anything, Felix?" Flitwick asked quietly, "Is there something wrong with the Goblet of Fire?"

"It's easy to come to this conclusion. The question is, who did it and how did it?" Felix said softly, "That's not what I'm most worried about. Two unique groups of warriors... may not necessarily be a good thing."

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

At this time, the hall was in chaos and bustle, and many professors spontaneously maintained order, "Prefects, take responsibility." Professor Sprout said loudly, "The headmasters will discuss a result, we just need to wait."

"Not wait!" said a irritable voice.

Professor Sprout turned around and looked at the man who limped over in astonishment, "Professor Moody...?"

Moody also stayed in the hall.

He looked past Professor Sprout, and his magic eye turned wildly in his eye socket, staring at the noisy students in the hall.

“Quiet!” he yelled. “Now listen to me.” He paced among the crowd, his wooden cane making a dull “thump thump” sound. “There was an accident. Your principal has more important things to deal with. There are some things I need to clarify for him—”

He raised his head, scanned the crowd with his eyes, and said softly: "I know that some of you don't follow the usual path, or are afraid of embarrassment... In short, you chose to sign up at night... In the dead of night... You thought you were alone, but there was a sneaky figure hiding in the darkness. I am very sure that one of you saw him... Those places that you think are abnormal, things that are different from usual... Weird shadows, unreasonable reflections, think about it carefully, and then tell me."

In an unsettling commotion, the little wizards looked left and right. In the crowd, a little Hufflepuff wizard raised his hand tremblingly.

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

Moody strode over, put his arm around the little wizard, lowered his head and asked. The little wizard was frightened and tried to keep himself away from Moody's fake eye.

"Professor Moody, you seem to have scared him." Felix said. At some point, he stood next to Moody and looked at him inconspicuously.

"You're right, Professor Hep." Moody smacked his lips, and a smile appeared on his scarred face, making him look even more terrifying.

But he stepped back a few steps to make room.

Felix rescued the young wizard from Moody and asked gently, "What's your name? What grade are you in?"

"Owen Caldwell, sir." The young wizard stammered, "I'm in the first grade."

Felix smiled, "You can call me Professor Hep. So, Mr. Caldwell, did you go out for a night walk last night? As a freshman, you are quite brave. Tell me what you saw?"

"It's not a night walk, Professor Hep," Owen emphasized. He saw Moody lowered his head again, and that terrifying face was getting closer and closer to him. He quickly closed his eyes, "I wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. Eleanor told me that she, she is my friend... But on the way back, I thought, the Goblet of Fire is in the hallway, I can go and see... Professor, I didn't think of violating school rules."

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

"I, I saw... I saw..." He hesitated, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, "The headmaster of Durmstrang!"

The hall was so quiet that even a pin could be heard.

"This is impossible! He's lying!" a Durmstrang student said indignantly.

"I didn't!" The little wizard named Owen blushed and shouted, "I saw his beard, a goat-like beard! Sneaking out of the hall!"

"Good job, kid." Moody grinned terrifyingly and dragged Owen to the room next to the auditorium. "I need your testimony to see what else they have to say!"

Felix followed behind, secretly thinking that he was not as optimistic as Moody, and there must have been a big quarrel inside.

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

"Rules? Unfair rules! I insist that my students re-register, and of course there are other schools. In short, Hogwarts must be excluded this time!"

"But Karkaroff, I'm afraid that won't work," Bagman said uneasily, "The Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished, and it won't be rekindled until the next tournament -"

"Drmstrang will never participate in the next tournament!" Karkaroff was furious, walking up and down in the narrow room, his silver fur cloak making a loud sound in the wind, "Then I propose to relax the restrictions on Durmstrang students, the part about dark magic..."

"Karkaroff, we have discussed -"

"You ask me to discuss? Haven't we held enough meetings before, and what did we get in the end? Shameful cheating! I just want to leave now!"

"Are you crying thief, Karkaroff!" Moody roared, "All warriors must participate in the competition. As Dumbledore said, this is bound by the magical contract, unless you want your students to suffer severe punishment." Karkaroff stared at

him breathlessly, his eyes red, but he no longer mentioned leaving. He turned to look at the other three headmasters, "Why don't you talk? Am I the only one who objects here?"

The headmaster of Vagado - the short witch spoke. She was sitting cross-legged on the sofa by the fireplace. The three Vagado warriors stood behind her, and the broad-shouldered student blocked the firelight from the fireplace tightly.

"I've heard that there has always been a tradition of cheating in the Tournament." She grinned and looked like a weird voodoo woman: "But I have always admired Headmaster Dumbledore. Since he said there was no cheating, someone else must have done something -"

"That's why I came here." Moody said gruffly, "Albus, I brought a piece of evidence." He pushed the little wizard, who tremblingly repeated what he had just said in the hall, then closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling.

Harry looked at him from a distance, as if he saw his former self.

At this moment, things seemed to have taken a turn for the better. Everyone - including the three warriors of Durmstrang, turned their heads to look at Karkaroff, the headmaster who had always been unpopular in the school.

"I, you, you are framing me!" Karkaroff said in a panic.

"Then tell me why you appeared in the hallway late at night?" Moody said gruffly, "Don't try to deny it, I'm watching you."

Karkaroff stood aside, looking exasperated. He turned to look at the other three headmasters, "What do you think?"

"Don't try to change the subject! Clear your suspicion first before talking about others!" Moody shouted.

"What do you think I will do?" Karkaroff shouted, "I'm just cautious by nature, and I'm used to checking it again... Even if I wanted to cheat, I wouldn't give Hogwarts an inexplicable second group of warriors!"

These words made some sense, and several headmasters nodded slightly. Everyone hoped that their warriors would win, and they would never aid the enemy and give other schools a second chance.

But Moody still insisted, "Maybe someone's goal is not to win... That's right," his voice was filled with a hint of roar: "Maybe someone wants Potter to die for this. Yes, some of you don't understand. What's the big deal about an ordinary little boy... But you understand his value, don't you, Karkaroff?"

His magic eye moved around, taking in the expressions of everyone in the room. The only intact eye stared at Karkaroff, spitting.

"Don't forget who you used to be. Some scum will always be scum all their lives. You--"

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

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

Madame Maxime snorted loudly, and she occupied a sofa alone, saying, "I must remind you that we are off topic now. I don't know what old grudges you have, but our focus now is how to deal with the second group of warriors added to Hogwarts."

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

"Small problems? Small problems!?" Madame Maxime repeated his words angrily.

"Yes, small problems... Please wait, ma'am." Felix said, he looked at Dumbledore: "Albus?"

Dumbledore raised his head and met his gaze -

in an instant, the light and shadow were distorted, and the world was upside down.