"I also want to know what happened when two warriors came out of Hogwarts?" Professor Orson of demstrom couldn't help asking.

"I think we can only blame Potter and Greg -" snape was trying to say something, but when he looked at Hermione, he looked at Marca subconsciously. "Well... I mean, don't blame Dumbledore. There must be something wrong."

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore nodded, but his eyes were always on Harry and Hermione.

Unlike Hermione, who always kept his head down, Harry, who had always been quite stubborn about such things, looked at Dumbledore and tried to understand the eyes hidden behind the half moon lens.

"Did you throw your name into the Goblet of fire, Harry Hermione?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"No," Harry replied immediately.

Harry was well aware that everyone was watching him closely, especially Snape. He impatiently made a voice of disbelief in the shadow.

"Did you ask an older classmate to throw your name into the Goblet of fire?" Professor Dumbledore continued without paying attention to Snape's small voice.

"No," said Harry excitedly.

"Ah, he must be lying!" cried Mrs. Maxim. "You see, Miss Granger has been afraid to speak. She must -".

"I didn't!"

Hermione seemed to burst out because of her excessive depression. She made a harsh cry almost like a scream, which made Mrs. Maxim frown.

Snape shook his head, but he didn't speak.

"He can't cross that age line," Professor McGonagall snapped. "I believe we all agree --"

"Dumbledore's line must be wrong," said Mrs. maxim, shrugging her shoulders. "Or should we listen to the opinion of the only person here who has positively broken through the age line?"

Snape followed and looked at Maka.

Maka saw that she mentioned herself and was silent for a moment. Then she said, "it may be a good idea to ask others to help put in the note..."

Mrs Maxim raised her eyebrows, but Marca went on.

"... but let me say that I have been with Mr. Potter and Miss Granger for so long, at least I don't think they will do such a thing."

He accentuated his voice: "especially Miss Granger, she has always been the most disciplined among the students. She can't do such cheating..."

Dumbledore glanced at Marca with his deep eyes, and then calmly said, "Mrs. Maxim and Mr. McLean are reasonable. I personally believe in Miss Granger and Mr. Potter, but it's not impossible to say that I made a mistake..."

"Dumbledore, you know you're not mistaken!" said Professor McGonagall angrily, "What a ridiculous statement! Harry and Hermione can't cross that line themselves. They don't have the strength of Ma... Mr. McClane! And, as McClane believes, Harry and Hermione didn't persuade senior students to do it for him. I think others should believe it!"

She gave Professor Snape a very angry look.

"Mr. crouch, Mr. bagman," Mrs. Maxim turned around and threw the problem to the two officials of the Ministry of magic. "You two are also members of the jury. What do you think? I think it's obviously a little out of order."

Mrs. Maxim's way of speaking is very tactful, but her intention is very clear.

Bagman didn't know what to say. He wiped his round baby face with a handkerchief and looked at Mr. crouch in the twinkling of an eye.

Mr. crouch stood outside the aperture of the fire, half of his face hidden in the shadow. He looked a little strange. The half dark shadow made him look much older and almost like a skeleton.

But when he spoke, his voice was as stiff as usual.

"We must abide by the constitution, which clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of fire must participate in the competition of the top three."

"Hey, buddy knows the rules by heart," bagman said, smiling and looking back at Mrs. maxim, as if the matter had been satisfactorily resolved.

"But it's not fair - there are two warriors at Hogwarts!" said Mrs. maxim, looking over at Maka again and hurriedly saying, "we're going to increase the number of warriors, too! We have to --"

First, Marca with strong strength participated in the competition. This time, Hogwarts produced two warriors, which was too unfavorable for busbarton. Mrs. Maxim obviously began to worry.

"But Mrs. maxim, I'm afraid it won't work," bagman said. "The Goblet of fire has just extinguished and won't light up again until the next World Championship - there must be no way to add candidates this time."

Marca knows it can't go on like this. To tell the truth, he doesn't care who the champion of the top three competition will spend. What he cares about is whether his plan can be completed smoothly.

The greater the number of people, the greater the variables, which is definitely not conducive to the progress of the plan.

"I think it's better for me to take a step back - the most appropriate result is to cancel Miss Granger's warrior status, which is not only conducive to maintaining the fairness of the top three, but also calming the anger of other students, isn't it?"

However, as if she had caught some chance, Mrs. Maxim continued to stick to it, hoping to get more opportunities for busbarton.

"Don't be hypocritical, McLean!" growled a voice near the door. "You're just a warrior now, not a member of the jury... I said, they all have to participate in the game, which is bound by the magic contract!"

Moody had just entered the room. He limped towards the fire. Every time the prosthetic leg of his right foot landed, he made a loud impact, Deng, Deng.

Maka frowned, gave him a cold look, and said impatiently, "moody, is there anything for you here? Just take care of what you should take care of!"

Harry gave Marca a complicated look.

This is the second time he has seen Maka show such an arrogant side. The last time he was at the Quidditch World Cup final. To tell you the truth, he's not used to Maka like this.

On the other hand, Moody's also looked back strongly at Maka. He whispered, "I know what I should do and what I should take care of... Someone put Potter's name in the goblet. He knows that if the name is sprayed out, Potter must participate in the game."

"Obviously, that man wants to give Hogwarts two chances!" said Mrs. Maxim.

"If anyone has reason to complain, it's Porter and Granger," moody said rudely, "but... It's interesting. I didn't hear them say a word..."

"Why does he complain?" Furong Dracula couldn't help stamping her feet. "He has a chance to participate in the competition, hasn't he? For weeks, we have been full of hope that we will be selected! Win glory for our school! There are also a thousand gallon bonuses and mysterious magic props - this opportunity is what many people dream of!"

"Maybe someone wants Potter to die." moody simply avoided Hermione, with a roar in his tone.

After Moody's words, there was an extremely nervous silence.

Ludo bagman looked very anxious. His body jumped up and down uneasily and said, "moody, you old man... How can you say such words!"

"Mr. bagman, how do you think he retired? He's not normal now. His mind is full of conspiracy theories," Maka said.

"Indeed, some people will use simple and harmless activities to achieve their own goals," moody continued. "My job is to think according to the ideas of the black wizard... McLean, although I don't know what fudge is thinking, if I don't retire, I will never let you leave safely at the world cup."

"Alastair!" Dumbledore warned.

That's the real name of "crazy eyed man" - alasto moody, but most people who know him are used to calling him "crazy eyed man", and few people will call him his real name.

"We don't know how this situation came about." Dumbledore seemed to feel that he couldn't argue endlessly. He said to everyone gathered in the room, "but in my opinion, we have no choice but to accept it. Harry and Hermione were selected to participate in the competition. Therefore, they must..."

"Ah, but Dumbledore --"

"My dear Mrs. maxim, if you have another solution, I'm willing to listen."

Maka looked at Hermione and saw that she began to hang her head and said nothing again. She shook her head slightly and closed her newly opened mouth again.

Some plans must be carried out. It's not time yet - he has said enough just now. If he continues to make trouble, it will inevitably make mistakes.

Dumbledore waited, but Mrs. Maxim did not speak. She just stared angrily.

And she wasn't the only one who showed dissatisfaction. Snape also looked angry; Professor Orson just looked at Marca's back and didn't speak; But bagman looked very excited.

"Well, let's go on?" bagman said, rubbing his hands and smiling at the people in the room. "It's time to guide our warriors, isn't it? Buddy, it's up to you?"

Mr. crouch seemed to suddenly wake up from his deep thought. He stepped forward and walked into the aperture of the fire.

He looked very haggard. There are two deep shadows under the eyes, and the wrinkled skin is as white and transparent as paper. You know, he didn't look like this at the Quidditch World Cup.

"OK," he said, "guide. Yes... The first project..."