"Calculate according to the average?" Bagman asked uneasily.

"Yes, the average. There are two groups of warriors in Hogwarts. The first group of warriors comes from three different houses, while the second group of warriors are all from Gryffindor. Obviously, this is not conducive to the relationship between the students of the four houses. So, just tie them together..." "

For example, five schools, plus two judges, temporarily calculate based on a single project with a full score of 70 points. If one group of Hogwarts gets 70 points, and the other group gets 0 points, the final two groups will score 35 points."

"But when it comes to the order of the projects, it is better to calculate them separately." He added.

Everyone's eyes lit up and nodded involuntarily.

Madam Maxime frowned, "If I understand correctly, if Hogwarts wants to win the competition, it must occupy the first and second place. This is too disadvantageous..."

Bagman wiped his round face with a handkerchief, looking very anxious, "Finally someone said something fair. I think so too. What if one group performs too poorly, won't it drag down the other group that originally had the hope of winning the championship?"

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

Bagman said angrily, "What if one group dies! Uh, sorry, I mean... What if one group of warriors loses the ability to participate in the competition, such as suffering from an incurable injury, then their score must be very low!"

"This is the punishment for cheating in Hogwarts, isn't it?" Karkaroff said tactfully.

"Anyone with a little bit of brains will not think that this was done by Hogwarts. I think everyone present should be thoroughly investigated. Besides," Moody said impatiently, "You haven't cleared your suspicion yet, Karkaroff!"

Moody's magic eye rolled around, looking at Karkaroff with contempt.

Dumbledore spoke up, and he said in his usual calm tone: "If everyone has no objection, let's conduct the competition in this way. The students of the four colleges of Hogwarts are originally one body. Compared with the honor of the championship, I value their gains in this competition more."

Harry felt extremely guilty. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Hermione pulled him aside and shook her head firmly.

After a long silence, no one raised any different opinions. Everyone tacitly agreed that Hogwarts would have two groups of warriors and their unique scoring method. Frankly speaking, this exceeded their initial expectations.

At this time, most people actually believed that the abnormality of the Goblet of Fire was not caused by Hogwarts, 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 his deep thoughts.

"Okay," he said, "instruction, yes...the first project..." In the bright light, he looked particularly haggard, with two thick bags under his eyes and deep wrinkles that looked like they were cut with a knife.

"This tournament is different from the previous ones, completely different... In addition to the unprecedented five schools and six teams, the competition items are conducted in groups. We have to increase the difficulty while ensuring that the warriors are safe enough. Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic has arranged professional staff to protect everyone. In addition, Dumbledore also promised that he would choose a powerful wizard to take charge of the overall situation... Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore nodded and said happily: "I already have a suitable candidate."

"Very good, let's get back to the topic." Mr. Crouch said: "The first project is very difficult and the time is very tight. It will be on the 24th of this month... Therefore, we have prepared three keywords to provide the warriors with a direction for preparation, but we will not tell you clearly what you are going to face... You have to use your brains a little bit..."

"The first keyword, courage, considers your courage and whether you dare to face the unknown if you are too stupid to guess. However, the ministry believes that after knowing what you are going to face, you still choose to face it bravely. This quality is even more valuable;"

"The second keyword is cooperation. I don't need to say more. The three people in each participating team must unite. One person can never complete the project;"

"The third keyword is fire." When Crouch said this word, Graves of Ilvermorny glanced at Hermione quickly, his face was a little pale, but no one noticed. Crouch continued: "I won't expand on this point. It's a secret and a test of your wisdom..."

He stopped, leaving the people in the room chewing on these three words, courage, cooperation, and fire. Only the third word is the most important. Many people realized that the warriors might face dangerous magical fire, which might be the environment, traps, or some magical animals that manipulate fire.

Barty Crouch shrank back into the shadows, and Ludo Bagman said happily: "Battie has given everyone a hint. 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. He turned his head sharply and stared at the inconspicuous student who made the sound.

Ron trembled and said, "I guessed that it could breathe fire. The only thing I could think of was a dragon. When I was in the first grade..."

Harry stepped on his foot, "Uh, I mean," Ron tried his best to think, not to expose Hagrid, "someone in my family works in a dragon farm. I went to see it when I was in the first grade. I was very impressed..."

Bagman's tense face relaxed, "Really? Ah, so that's the case... But you heard it wrong, Barty said flames, not fire..." He repeated nervously, "Not fire." His body swayed restlessly, and all his movements were seen by those who were interested.

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

"So it's not a dragon?" asked a warrior from Uagadou.

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

"Of course," Dumbledore said. "Battie, why don't you stay too? You look too tired."

"No, I have to go back to the Ministry. It's a very busy and difficult time right now... I'll let young Weatherby take charge temporarily..." He muttered and was the first to leave.

Then people left one after another, and when the others in the room dispersed, "Alastor." Dumbledore left Moody behind.

The door closed heavily behind them.

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

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened again and Moody came out. He limped away with a cane.

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

Moody was actually real? From the information currently available, he was the most suspicious. If it wasn't him, who else could it be?

Felix's heart sank. Dumbledore left, leaving him alone to think quietly. In the thinking room, one figure after another appeared in turn, some were clear, some were a little blurry.

Even Karkaroff's goatee kept swaying in his mind.

"Oh, it's getting more and more interesting," Felix said to himself, "Maybe I should take out the Marauder's Map..."

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

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

"Yes, Professor Hepp."

"Can you talk to Principal Dumbledore again?"

Felix raised his hand to stop Harry, Ron and Hermione from talking at once. A few steps behind them, another group of warriors stood.

"Do you want to be a Squib?"

"What?" Harry asked in astonishment. He didn't know how this topic came up. Of course he knew about Squibs. Filch was a Squib. He knew it when he was in the second year.

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

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

"What a joke!" Harry shouted, his body trembling, he couldn't tell whether it was fear or anger. He didn't dare to imagine the consequences of becoming a Squib. Hogwarts was the first place he recognized in his heart, the first home... How could he allow himself to leave?

Even Cedric and the others were stunned. Although Headmaster Dumbledore repeatedly emphasized that the contract could not be violated, they never thought that abandoning the game would be such a punishment.

Squibs, losing magic... In fact, there is a thin magic in the body of Squibs, which allows them to see things that ordinary people cannot see, use potions, and enjoy some of the conveniences of magic, but most of them will never be able to perform a complete spell in their entire lives.

"Then there's no need to say such things."

Felix said quickly, "Then let's talk about the second topic. Why are the two groups of warriors from Hogwarts tied together? Is that what you're concerned about?"

The six people, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Cedric, Roger Davis, and Collins Fly, all nodded.

Felix explained, "On the one hand, this is a necessary compromise. You don't want four world-renowned magic schools to be hostile to Hogwarts in the next few decades, right?" They all

shook their heads.

"On the other hand, this is also what I personally hope for." Felix looked at the six stunned faces and finally smiled, "Yes, the current situation is exactly what I want to achieve."

"Why, why?" Harry asked stutteringly.

"When the second group of warriors appeared in Hogwarts, I immediately realized the danger. No, it wasn't that someone tampered with the rules of the Goblet of Fire, that was something they thought of later," Felix saw that Harry wanted to interrupt, so he added.

"The fact that Hogwarts has two groups of warriors is not only an honor, but also a sign of division among the four colleges. Although my attempt in the Magic Club has slightly broken down the solid barriers between the four colleges, I suddenly realized that if I don't do something, this competition may destroy all my previous efforts."

"Of course I won't allow this to happen." Felix said, "So after consulting Dumbledore, I proposed a new scoring rule."

Harry and the others looked at him blankly.

"But, Professor Happ," Ron said suddenly, "doing this will only cause the school to lose the trophy of the competition. Hogwarts is sure to lose, and it will also bring about a huge disaster."

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

"Because, because..." Ron raised one of his hands, which was shaking uncontrollably, "Because I... When I knew the first project was the dragon, it has been like this. I am not a warrior at all. If I participate, not only can I not help, but I will be a hindrance."

"I am scared just by hearing the name. If I really face a dragon, I will definitely die, and it will also implicate Harry and Hermione. When I think of this scene, I think," he said with difficulty, his face pale, "it is better to kick me out and choose another one. A squib is actually..."

"Ron..." Hermione said sadly.

"I know I am not as good as all of you. Even among the selected students, I am at the bottom of the group."

"Not in the same group." Felix interrupted.

"What?" Ron looked at him in surprise.

"Not in the same group, I mean, you are the worst one." Felix said. "Among the selected students, not counting Miss Greengrass, you are the worst one."

"But Neville..." Ron stared at him and said indignantly.

"Neville doesn't have as many spells as you do, but he's much better than you in the Armor and Stun Curses. The most important thing is that he has initially formed a duel system that suits him. As time goes on, the gap between you will become more and more obvious."

Ron was stunned, his mind was blank, and he looked like a fool.

"Professor Hepp," Harry looked at Ron eagerly, then at Felix, not understanding why he said that.

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

Ron's eyes rolled, and his pale face became a little more lively. He repeated blankly: "Potential?"

"Yes, potential. In fact, your talent is not bad. Even if you come here by playing, you can be ranked in the middle. If you only talk about practical ability, you can be ranked ahead of your age..."

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

"You lack enough motivation." Felix scratched his head, "An interesting phenomenon is that whether in the duel class, the ancient rune class, or the rune club, your performance is mediocre, that is, the type that is below average and you can never find your type at first glance."

Ron's face wrinkled.

“But actually these are three different levels of difficulty,” said Felix.

"That's why I think you lack sufficient motivation," Felix said. "Originally this was your personal choice, and I wouldn't interfere too much, but now the situation is different. No matter what the reason, you have become one of the warriors of Hogwarts."

"In a sense, you are still the most important one. You should know what I mean."

Harry had never seen Ron's body tremble so evenly, from head to toe, even the muscles on his face were trembling.

"I decide whether Hogwarts can finally win the trophy?" Ron said slowly.

"You can understand it this way. If the tournament is compared to a Quidditch game, you are the only goalkeeper." Felix said, "You didn't have a reason to become stronger in the past, but now you have one."

"On a small scale, you are one of the warriors and have the opportunity to win honor for the school through hard work; on a large scale, every effort you make now is to protect the lives of your two good friends Potter and Granger."

"I look forward to your performance in the first project."

He took a few steps, turned his head and looked at Harry, Ron and Hermione, "The next few days may be difficult for you. After all, there is an extra group of warriors, especially when the scoring rules are announced."

"Only when the first project is over, your situation may be better..."

"Professor Hep!" Cedric said, "I will stand up and explain to others. I heard it all. Harry and the others are also victims."

"I will also make it clear to the students of Ravenclaw. I am the class leader." Roger Davis said.

"I will, too, Professor Hep," said Collins. She glared at Ron, "I must get the trophy, and I will keep my eyes on you."

Felix curled the corners of his mouth, waved his hand, and turned away.