Chapter 558 (1/2)

Harry sat there, aware that everyone in the hall turned to look at him. Numb. He must be dreaming.

He must have heard it wrong.

There was no applause. There was only a bee like buzz in the hall.

Some students stood up and took a good look while he was sitting in his seat.

At the top table, Professor McGonagall stood up, passed by Ruth bagmond and Professor Karkaroff, and whispered to Professor Dumbledore, who leaned over his ear and frowned slightly.

Harry turned and said to the other three as the whole table of Gryffindor looked at him with wide mouths.

”I didn't name it,” Harry said blankly. ”You know I don't have one.”

Ron and Hermione glared blankly at him, too, knowing that Harry didn't put his name in.

”Of course we know.” Van Lim said quickly, ”but your name has appeared. If Dumbledore has any arrangements, you just follow them. I will help you.”

”Good.” Harry nodded, and van Lin was still reliable, though he still looked silly.

At the top table, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

”Harry. Potter He called again. ”Harry! Come up here, please

”Go ahead.” Said Fanlin in a low voice. Hermione nudged Harry.

Harry stood up, stepped on the satin's hem and nearly fell over. He passed between Slytherin and huffpuff's tables. The road seemed endless, and the highest table seemed out of reach.

He felt hundreds of eyes looking at him. And every eye is like a searchlight. The buzz is getting louder and louder. It felt like an hour before he came to Dumbledore, and all the teachers were looking at him.

”Well Through that door, Harry Dumbledore said he didn't smile.

Harry walked along the teacher's desk. Hagrid sat on the other end. He didn't blink at Harry, he didn't wave, he didn't have any kind of greeting.

He was completely stunned. As Harry walked by, he was staring at him like everyone else. Harry walked out of the hall and found himself in a small room full of portraits of witches and witches. It was a stove facing him. It was burning well.

As soon as he entered, the painted faces looked at him, and a withered witch came from herself, flew into a nearby wizard with a walrus beard and whispered in his ear.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory and Furon Delacour sat around the fire, and they gave a strange impression.

Krum was hunched over the mantel, meditating, separated from the other two. Cedric stood with his back on his back, staring at the door, while Furon Delacour looked around and swung her hair back as Harry entered.

”What's the matter?” She asked, ”do they want us to go back to the hall?”

She thought Harry had come to take a message and didn't know how to explain what had just happened.

He could only stand there and look at the three players and find them surprisingly tall.

There was a flurry of footsteps behind him, and Ruth bagmond entered the room, and he took Harry's hand and walked forward.

”It's unusual!” He mumbled, twisting Harry's arm. ”It's extraordinary!

Gentlemen Ladies. ”He added, close to the fire, and said to the other three,” please allow me to introduce - a bit incredible - the fourth Triwizard player. ”

Viktor Krum straightened up. Looking at Harry, his haughty face darkened, and he remembered that the little wizard's friend was on the Quidditch World Cup.

Cedric looked at bagmond and Harry in bewilderment. It was as if I had heard bagmond wrong. Furong Delacour shook her head and said with a smile, ”Oh, very funny joke, Mr. bagmon.”

”Joke?” Bagmon repeated, a little confused. ”No, no, it's not a joke at all. The flaming goblet just gave Harry his name

Lotus frowned. ”But it's obviously wrong,” she said contemptuously to bagmond. ”He can't compete. He's too young. ”

”Well It's strange, ”bagmond said, touching his smooth chin and smiling at Harry. ”But, you know, the age limit is a special security measure only added this year. His name came out of the cup I mean, in this case, I don't think it's possible to quit.

It's the rule, you have to Harry just did what he could - ”

the door opened again and a large crowd came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. crouch, Mrs. maxim, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Harry heard the hum of countless students on the other side of the wall, and Professor McGonagall shut the door.

”Mrs. Maxim!” Furong immediately went to her headmaster, ”they said the little boy would also like to participate in the competition.”

In Harry's disbelieving numbness of mind, there was a certain kind of anger, little boy?

Indeed, compared with Harry's short head, Mrs. Maxim was quite tall, her graceful head touching the wax chandeliers, and her broad black satin puffed under the breast.”What do you mean, Dumbledore?” She asked with a cold face.

”I also want to know, Dumbledore,” Professor kakarov said. He had a cold smile and cold eyes. ”There are two players at Hogwarts. I don't remember anyone saying that the host school can have two players. Have I not read the rules carefully enough? ”

He gave a piercing laugh.

”It can't be,” said Mrs. maxim, her large, opalescent hand on Furong's shoulder. ”Hogwarts can't have two players. That's not fair.”

”Dumbledore, we all believe that your age line will prevent young people from signing up.” Kakarov is still a cold image, but his eyes are colder. ”Otherwise, of course, we will bring more candidates from the school to a wider range.”

”It's all Potter's fault, kakarov,” snape said gently. His black eyes sparkled with evil. ”Don't blame Dumbledore for insisting on breaking the rules. He's been in trouble ever since.”

”Thank you, Severus.” Dumbledore said firmly.

Snape was silent, but through his greasy black hair, his eyes were still shining with evil light.

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