Harry pushed the door open and walked in.

The fireplace in the room was roaring, and the walls were covered with portraits of wizards, including those of various Hogwarts headmasters and honorary alumni. Even Godric was among them. He changed into new clothes, although they were still medieval style. He stood with a sword and white stockings on his legs.

The Sorting Hat said he loved this kind of clothing.

"Mr. Potter, why are you here just now?" Fleur frowned and turned away from the fireplace.

Harry replied quietly, "It was an accident."

"Accident?" Furong was stunned, and Krum also looked over curiously.

Harry nodded. "The Goblet of Fire went crazy for some reason and spit out three pieces of paper with my name on them."

Furong was stunned.

Krum was also a little at a loss. He scratched his ears, fearing that his not-so-fluent English would lead to misunderstanding what Harry meant.

The door was pushed open again.

The three headmasters walked in along with two Ministry officials.

"Dumbledore, you must give us an explanation!" Karkaroff said with a cold face and a sharp and harsh voice, "Isn't this too much for Hogwarts?"

"I know Potter is very good. He can release the Patronus in the form of magical creatures. It seems that the rumors that he can beat the professor are not false. Maybe, I just said maybe, it is difficult to find a little wizard more powerful than him among his peers."

"But the selection of a warrior is not just based on the strength of magic. It also depends on the character of the warrior. Has Hogwarts gone to such lengths to get the Triwizard Tournament trophy? Three pieces of paper with Harry Potter's name on them."

"Mr. Karkaroff," Harry began slowly, looking him straight in the face. "Am I to understand that this is an accusation of my character?"

Karkaroff's face froze.

Godric, who was hanging on the wall, also shouted, "The headmaster of Durmstrang? What do you mean? Harry has been tested by me, both in ability and character!"

"When Hogwarts becomes the best magic school in Europe, the founder of Durmstrang will probably have to be protected by us!"

"Who are you to question my chosen heir of Gryffindor?"

Karkaroff couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Ludo stepped forward and tried to smooth things over with a smile: "Karkaroff, you have to trust Dumbledore and Gryffindor. They are not wrong in judging people. There may be some misunderstanding here."

"Mr. Bagman seems to know something?" Harry stared at him.

Ludo stiffened and smirked widely: "Mr. Potter, what are you talking about, how…."

Harry pulled out his wand: "I can see you're hiding something."

"Wait!" Ludo's face changed, "Mr. Potter, well, I do know something."

Everyone turned their eyes to Ludo, examining him and questioning him.

"For reasons that Mr. Potter knows." Ludo looked at Harry and sighed, "I really hope that Mr. Potter can participate in the Triwizard Tournament, but I heard that Mr. Potter didn't have that idea, so I prepared a note and cast a Confusion Charm on the Goblet of Fire."

"But I only prepared one!"

"Absolutely true!"

Dumbledore took out three slips of paper with the name "Harry Potter" written on them and handed them to him: "Which one?"

Ludo took it, looked at each one carefully, and finally shook his head: "My note only has the name 'Harry Potter'. I used the Confusion Charm to make the Goblet of Fire mistakenly think that there is a student named Harry in a school called Potter."

He took out the slip of paper with the name written on it alone.

"That is to say, this one should be mine." Ludo held it up, frowning, "But the handwriting on it is not mine."

Dumbledore was a little surprised and took the note. Ludo also took out a pen from his pocket and wrote a string of words on the back of another note: "Mr. Dumbledore, look."

The handwriting is different.

"In addition to Mr. Bagman, there are two other people who want me to get involved." Harry's eyes swept over the group of people in the room, "Professor Dumbledore, I suggest that the Triwizard Tournament be cancelled."

"I'm afraid not." Ludo shook his head immediately, "We must abide by the rules. Even though the Goblet of Fire was cancelled last time, two warriors died because of it, but it was not cancelled."

"Harry, the contract has been made, you can feel it." Dumbledore also sighed.

Harry pouted.

When the Goblet of Fire uttered his name, a breath emerged from the flames and entwined with his wrist - in fact, he felt it three times in total, and the breath on his wrist was thicker than that of Fleur and Krum combined.

And it's not just because of the contract. The Ministry of Magic has spent so much time and money, it is impossible for them to cancel such a big event because of a "small mistake".

"Fortunately, it was Mr. Potter." Maxim said thankfully, "If it was anyone else, Hogwarts would have two champions. This would not be fair to us."

Karkaroff said nothing. He dared not say anything. He turned his head aside and stared at the dancing flames in the fireplace.

"The Ministry of Magic will investigate this matter." Umbridge cleared her throat, her tone still sharp, "Leave it to us. We will definitely maintain the order of the Triwizard Tournament and find the culprit who attempted to interfere with the Triwizard Tournament."

Only Dumbledore nodded and hummed.

No one paid any attention to her anymore.

The toad's face fell and he retreated to the side with a croak.

"Since there are only three warriors in the end, this has no impact on the result." Ludo laughed heartily. Even though he was caught, he was still in a good mood. "Let me guide you on the first project."

"The first project will test your courage."

"So... we won't tell you the specific content of the first project. The courage to face the unknown is an important quality of a wizard."

Fleur clicked her tongue in displeasure, Krum's expression grew even darker, but Harry remained unmoved.

Ludo continued, "When completing the competition, the warriors will no longer be able to accept or request any help from other professors. You can only rely on yourself, and your only weapon is the magic wand."

He looked at the Sorting Hat on Harry's waist and paused: "Or potions and other weapons prepared by himself."

"You will get a hint for the second project only after the first one is over."

"This is destined to be a difficult year for you, and that is why you can avoid taking the academic exams this year."

Fleur and Krum said nothing.

Harry turned his head and carefully looked at a corner with his peripheral vision, trying to avoid being noticed by others.

A familiar smell.

"That's all I have to say." Ludo waved his hand, "I wish you all the best in the Triwizard Tournament and win as much honor as possible for your own school."

"Three principals, would you like to go for a drink? I'm really looking forward to this year's competition."

Maxime shook his head, pulled Fleur into his arms, and covered her face with his hand, which was three times bigger than Fleur's head. "No, the warriors of Beauxbatons need to rest."

She pulled her and hurried away, whispering all the way.

Karkaroff also shook his head: "I don't think we have time, Krum, go back and rest, or do you have other plans?"

Krum said in a low voice: "Go back."

As Harry walked slowly towards the door, he turned to Dumbledore and said, "Professor, together? I think I have something to talk to you about."

"Of course, I have a lot to tell you." Dumbledore nodded readily.

They left together, and as soon as they reached the first floor, Harry turned around, pushed open the door of the nearest classroom and walked in.

Dumbledore followed him in, a little confused: "Harry? I think maybe it would be better to go to my office..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Harry waved his wand, and the desks in the classroom twisted and deformed, not rushing towards Dumbledore, but wrapping around himself.

"Harry?" Dumbledore was even more surprised and did not stop him.

A ladybug flew away from Harry in panic.

call out--

Then a wooden strip is wrapped around it with precision.

Harry pointed his wand at it and chanted a spell. A pale blue light bloomed at the tip of the wand: "Animagus, let me see who you are."

Dumbledore's expression turned serious. He pushed his glasses, took out his wand, cast a spell, and the magic power enveloped the entire classroom, making it airtight.

The ladybug twisted, and a huge head appeared out of nowhere, a female with delicate but stiff curls, a large chin, and a pair of jewel-encrusted but square and ugly glasses.

"Rita Skeeter," Dumbledore and Harry said her name in unison.

"Why you?" Harry frowned.

Rita slumped on the ground, tied tightly with wooden strips, with a stiff smile on her face: "Hey, good evening, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Dumbledore."

"You voted for one of the names on the Goblet of Fire?" Harry still pointed his wand at her.

Rita shook her head: "No, I didn't, really, I swear! I just came here to get information. You know, the front page of the Daily Prophet tomorrow needs this material."

Harry ignored her and raised his hand.

Axis seal.

"Did you put my name into the Goblet of Fire?" Harry asked him, his eyes meeting hers, magic surging.

Soul-stealing and mind-reading!

He was also looking through Rita's memories at the same time.

"No," Rita answered honestly with a confused tone.

Harry also checked her recent memory. It was this afternoon when she came to Hogwarts with Ludo on her body. She had been to the common rooms of the four colleges, and had also sneaked onto the house of Beauxbatons and the ship of Durmstrang, but she did not drop a note into the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore sighed, "Harry, I'm afraid that even if Severus isn't paying attention, you'll invade his brain."

Rita woke up quickly. She looked at Harry in panic and asked Dumbledore for help: "Professor Dumbledore, look at Potter, he actually cast a spell on me!"

"Did he?" Dumbledore asked mischievously. "I'm sorry, it's so dark in the room. I can't see anything."

Harry waved his wand: "Lumos."

Light up the whole room instantly.

Dumbledore was stunned and smiled helplessly.

"It's true that she didn't vote." Harry looked at Dumbledore, "She didn't remember who voted."

"That's terrible." Dumbledore frowned.

"What should we do with this ladybug?" Harry turned his gaze back to Rita. "To be honest, I don't really want to hand her over to the Ministry of Magic. As an illegal Animagus, she will be locked up in Azkaban for a year at most? And it can be solved by donating money. That's what the Godfather did."

Dumbledore shook his head: "But she should indeed be handed over to the Ministry of Magic."

"Potter, you're only in fourth grade, how could you do this..." Rita screamed.

Harry interrupted her: "You also know that I'm only in the fourth grade. Why are you so eager to put a dog leash around my neck? But unfortunately, I'm not Dumbledore. I won't be so obedient and let you..."

Dumbledore said helplessly: "Harry."

Harry had a blank expression on his face and turned back to apologize to him: "I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I was wrong."

"You were not put on the leash by them, you put the leash on yourself voluntarily and by yourself, and handed the rope to them, so that they thought they put it on."

"You set a bad precedent, Professor Dumbledore. They mistook me for you."

As he said this, he continued to look at Rita: "But, I'm sorry, I'm not as weak as Professor Dumbledore."