Harry Potter and the Old Ones Chapter 296

Harry soon found out.

Harry quickly knew what Tiera's gesture meant.

"Alright! Alright!" Dumbledore said loudly after calming down when the noise finally subsided, "Alright, now that our three warriors have been chosen, I know I can trust you all. , including Beauxbatons and the rest of Durmstrang's classmates, you will definitely give your all to support your warriors. You will also make a great contribution to this event by cheering on the warriors—"

But Dumbledore stopped abruptly, and everyone could see what caught his attention.

The flame in the goblet turned red again. The sparks crackled and sputtered. A long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and a piece of parchment was held on it.

Dumbledore reached out a slender hand as if subconsciously, grabbed the parchment, held it far away, and stared at the name written on it.

There was a long silence, Dumbledore stared blankly at the note in his hand, and everyone in the auditorium stared at Dumbledore.

Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud—

"Harry Potter!"

Harry sat there, realizing that everyone in the auditorium had turned their heads to look at him.

He was stunned, his mind went blank, he must be dreaming, he must have heard it wrong just now.

no applause—

A hum began to fill the auditorium, like the chirping of countless angry bees.

Some of the students also stood up, trying to get a better look at Harry, who froze in his seat as if frozen.

Professor McGonagall stood up in the guest seat, walked quickly past Professor Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, and whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear, Dumbledore listened, slightly wrinkled. Brows raised.

Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. He saw the classmates at the long Gryffindor table behind them all with their mouths open and staring at him.

"I didn't put my name in," said Harry blankly. "You know I didn't."

They were also dazed and stared at him blankly.

At the guest of honor, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he shouted again. "Harry! Please come here!"

"Go ahead," Hermione urged softly, nudged Harry lightly.

Harry stood up, stepped on the bottom edge of his robe, tripped slightly, and made his way down the passage between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's tables.

He felt that this road seemed to be extraordinarily long, and the chair of honor seemed to be so far away forever.

He could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, as if each eye couldn't be a searchlight. The buzzing of discussions grew louder.

It seemed like an entire hour had passed before he finally got to Dumbledore, and he felt the eyes of all the teachers on him.

Dumbledore didn't say anything, but handed the slip of paper with Harry's name written on it into Harry's hand.

Harry picked it up dumbly, then walked over to the staff desk.

Hagrid sat on the edge, not winking at Harry, or waving, or saying hello as usual.

He seemed to be completely stunned, just watching Harry pass by with the same dumbfounded expression as everyone else.

Harry walked through the door and out of the Great Hall to find himself in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on either side of the walls. In the fireplace opposite him, the fire was burning brightly.

When he entered, the faces in the portrait all turned to look at him.

He saw a wrinkled witch whizzing out of her frame and into the frame next to it, which was a wizard with a walrus beard.

The wrinkled witch began to bit his ear quietly.

"Hi, Harry!" Tiera came out of the prize room and hugged Harry—

"Come, allow me to introduce to you, the fourth warrior, my good friend, Harry Potter." Tiera said to Victor Krum and Fleur Delacour.

"Humph." Fleur Delacour hummed disdainfully.

And Victor Krum looked at Tiera and Harry indifferently, but said nothing.

Obviously, Tiera was not particularly happy with these two warriors just now.

Immediately afterwards, there was a flurry of footsteps behind Harry, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.

"It's bizarre! It's bizarre!" he whispered, squeezing Harry's arm, "Absolutely bizarre!"

He walked to the fireside, skipped Tierra, and said to the other two, "Allow me to introduce, as incredible as it may seem—this is the fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament!"

Victor Krum straightened up and looked Harry up and down, a gloomy expression on his mighty face.

Fleur Delacour shook her long hair, smiled sweetly, and said, "Oh, this joke is very interesting, Mr. Bagman."

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, puzzled. "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just spewed out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Krum's two thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and Furong frowned.

"It's enough for this kind of mistake to happen once!" she said to Bagman proudly. "In the beginning, you sent us a glib brat. Now? The fourth warrior who appeared again is also a twelve-three. Year-old kid? Oh my gosh, oh heh, that's hilarious."

"Yeah...it's really surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and looked down at Harry with a smile~www.mtlnovel.com~ But, as you know, the age limit is an extra safety measure, just It was only implemented this year, since his name was sprayed out of the goblet... I mean, I don't think it's allowed to run away since it's gotten to this point... The rules are very clear, you have to abide by... ...Harry's going to do his best—"

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large crowd rushed in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Mrs. Rosie, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxime, Professor McGonagall , Professor Snape and Nick Lemay, who moved slowly at the back of the line.

Before Professor McGonagall stepped up to the door, Harry heard the humming of hundreds of students in the auditorium next door.

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur complained immediately, striding towards her principal, "They said these two little boys are going to participate in the competition too!"

"You... stinky brat!" Madame Rosie followed behind Madame Maxime, shoving Tiera angrily—

Tiera was stunned for a moment—

Wait, what's going on here?

Who is this person? Why did she push me?

Chapter end

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