After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Everyone present focused their attention on the Weasley twins. They were the first two daredevils who were not yet seventeen years old but wanted to try to break the age limit.

If the two of them succeed, then others who are under the age limit but also want to sign up can follow their example.

If the two of them don't succeed, then the others will have to think about giving up.

Yang Mei felt that the Weasley twins were the most energetic people he had ever met. They were always curious about the world and full of desire to explore.

He has the standard Gryffindor spirit of bravery and hard work.

Please note that this time I am really praising them.

No one can deny the greatness of Godric Gryffindor a thousand years ago, just as no one can deny that Gryffindor today has become worse due to Dumbledore's intervention.

In Yang Mei's opinion, the twins are more qualified Gryffindors than Dumbledore.

After drinking the aging potion, these two people skipped the age line together.

Excitement appeared on their faces and they raised their fists and cheered along with the crowd outside the age line.

"Great, great, it seems the aging agent works!"

After laughing for a while, the twins threw the parchment with their names on it into the Goblet of Fire.

The Goblet of Fire was quiet and had no special reaction, just like when Diggory had just signed up.

The twins grinned and high-fived each other: "Yes!"

The next moment, the blue flame on the Goblet of Fire suddenly exploded, knocking the twins standing in front of it away.

When they both got up from the ground, they suddenly found that their red hair had turned all white and they had grown very long white beards.

So funny, family members.

The twins yelled at each other, "Didn't you say it would work?!"

If verbal arguments are not enough, use fists to get involved.

The spectators expressed their satisfaction with the show.

"I told you this method is unreliable." Harry spread his hands towards Yang Mei and Draco.

Yang Mei and Draco didn't say anything, but Hermione, who was standing near them, echoed the words.

"I bet the professors are well aware of their little tricks."

Harry was a little flattered that she was talking to him.

After all, they were in Gryffindor together in their first year, but they didn't get along very well.

In the end, Hermione was transferred directly to Ravenclaw.

Today was over, and now it seemed that Hermione shouldn't bother him that much.

Harry took the opportunity to talk to Hermione for a few more words. Hermione was a very smart little witch. Even if they couldn't be friends with such a person, it was better not to make the relationship so bad.

……

On Sunday night, it was time to announce the three schools' candidates for the Triwizard Tournament.

Everyone gathered in the auditorium again.

Dumbledore seemed to have come out of the incident a day ago, and what appeared before everyone now was still the shrewd and wise Dumbledore.

"Now is the moment everyone is looking forward to. The contestants from the three schools will be revealed soon!"

Under the guidance of Dumbledore's magic, everyone could see the blue flame on the Goblet of Fire begin to roll.

Suddenly, the flame turned red and purple in an instant, then shrank sharply, and a small ball of paper flew out and was caught by Dumbledore.

This is the first contestant selected by the Goblet of Fire.

Even the breathing in the hall seemed to have become much lighter, as everyone waited for Dumbledore to read out the name on the note.

"The champion of Durmstrang is Viktor Krum!"

The Durmstrang team burst into cheers instantly. Some of the people sitting next to Krum gave him a hug, some patted his shoulders, and some fist-bumped him to celebrate.

From this moment on, Krum was the hope of Durmstrang.

"Congratulations." Yang Mei raised his glass towards Krum, but his glass was filled with grape juice.

Morsus is a dad-type boyfriend, and he probably realized that he will never be a father in this lifetime, so Yang Mei often feels that he is raising her own son.

You are not allowed to drink alcohol, stay up late, or talk too much with other boys, or girls either.

Yang Mei: "..." Sometimes I really want to call the police. I have my own father, do I need you to be my father? And you are clearly smuggling something in!

Back to the present, Krum received Yang Mei's congratulations and grinned back with a slightly silly smile.

Then he stood up from his seat and walked towards Dumbledore in front of him. After shaking hands with the old headmaster, Krum went to a small room next to the hall under the guidance of Dumbledore.

The Goblet of Fire continued to spit out paper balls, and after twice, the contestants from Beauxbatons and Hogwarts were clearly distinguished.

They are Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons and Cedric Diggory of Hogwarts.

These three people are all influential figures in the school, and their selection is the popular choice.

Logically speaking, this part should have ended here, but the Goblet of Fire actually spit out another note in full view of everyone.

No one can pretend not to see it.

Dumbledore took the note and read it. "Harry Potter?" he murmured. His voice was so low that no one else heard it.

Accidents, and more accidents.

"Dumbledore, what is going on?!" Karkaroff asked with a frown.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called out directly, so that everyone looked at Harry.

Harry looked at Draco and Yang Mei across the long table and gave a wry smile.

He knew that he would not be let off this year.

Life is so hard...

"Harry didn't even sign up? And as far as I know, he's not interested in the Triwizard Tournament." Draco was very annoyed, "Someone must be trying to harm him!"

"I don't know if someone wants to harm him, but I know that you have a really good relationship. Why do I remember that you didn't call each other by your Christian names yesterday?" Yang Mei looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Draco: "..." That must be because something happened yesterday that you can't know.

Yang Mei did not continue to ask. If these two people were not sworn brothers, then they had finally broken the window paper and became a couple.

Obviously, the latter is more likely.

At this time, Harry just sat in his seat without moving.

The first person in the hall to express disbelief was Hagrid. He widened his eyes and said, "No! How is this possible?"

Dumbledore shouted, twice as loud as before, "Harry Potter!"

After Harry regained consciousness, he often pretended to be a ball of cotton. Most of the time, he was lazy and not as energetic as he was in the first grade.

But even a clay man still has some anger. Harry said, "I didn't do anything, let alone sign up for this damn competition. Why did the old man yell at him?!"

He seemed to be still strong despite his old age. At such an old age, he could still shout so loudly without the use of voice-boosting magic.

"Principal Dumbledore, you don't have to shout so loudly. I can hear you." Harry stood up from his seat and looked directly at Dumbledore. "You'll make me look like a guilty criminal."

"Oh, of course you are not a prisoner. Come over here, child," Dumbledore said dryly.

"doing what?"

"You have been chosen by the Goblet of Fire, child. You are now one of the contestants."

“But I didn’t even sign up.”

"But your name is definitely written on the paper." Dumbledore showed everyone the side of the paper with the name on it.

"So?" Harry laughed sarcastically. "You want me to make the best of a bad situation and compete in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"You know, this is the only way now. I don't..."

"But I just want to know who wants to hurt me!"

Dumbledore took a few deep breaths. "Yes, that's right, but there are priorities, Harry. Now will you please come with me?"

He spoke inquiringly, but Harry saw in his eyes an order that could not be refused.

Ok, fine.

"Let's go." Harry took the lead and walked in the direction where the three warriors had just left.

He strode forward, passing his classmates, professors, and guests from Hogwarts who had arrived a few days ago.

Their faces were filled with distrust of him.

They felt he cheated.

Oh, that's funny. Yesterday, when the Weasley twins tried to cheat in public, everyone cheered for them.

The difference is that although the twins actually attempted to cheat, they failed.

He didn't do anything, but of course others thought he did, and the result was success.

The four warriors from before were shocked by Harry's arrival.

Harry remained expressionless and let them stare at him.

Dumbledore, the professors, and Madam Maxime and Karkaroff then entered the room.

Madam Maxime and Karkaroff both looked unhappy. They were obviously very unhappy about the two contestants from Hogwarts.

"Potter, are you sure you didn't ask someone over the age of seventeen to register for you?" asked Snape.

His voice was low and slow, and actually it was no different from when he spoke in Potions class, but to Harry it sounded surprisingly reassuring.

"I'm sure it wasn't me who signed up," Harry said firmly.

"He must be lying!" Ms. Maxime accused angrily.

"Ms. Maxime, what evidence do you have to prove that I'm lying? Can the headmaster of Beauxbatons slander anyone at will?" Harry acted neither humble nor arrogant. "The Triwizard Tournament is just an extremely stupid game in my opinion. What's the use of the so-called eternal glory even if it is given to me for free?! Can it be eaten or drunk, or can it be spent as money?"

"Damn it, what nonsense are you talking about! Everyone wants to win this honor for their school, I don't believe you don't want to!" Ms. Maxim didn't believe what Harry said at all.

Harry sneered. Did he look like a man who was keen on seeking death?

"It's up to you whether you believe what I say or not, but I still want to make it clear that I really, really don't want to participate in the game. If you all agree, I can leave this room right now, immediately, right away." Harry said calmly, "If you are willing to give me a break alone during the game, that would be even better. In fact, I don't even want to watch the game."

The people in charge exchanged glances with each other, but no one spoke first.

Finally, Dumbledore looked at Barty Crouch and said, "Mr. Crouch, this matter is up to you to decide."

"The choice in the Goblet of Fire is bound by magic, and Mr. Potter has no choice. From tonight on, he is the fourth champion of the Triwizard Cup." Crouch said firmly.

The three headmasters looked at Harry with complicated expressions.

After a few seconds, Harry asked curiously, "Why don't you continue?"

Crouch, who had been expressionless for a moment, was a little shocked at this moment: "What did you say?"

"I am the victim now, and someone has maliciously thrown my name into the Goblet of Fire. You are now acting as if I have gained the upper hand. Who are you showing it to? Show it to me!" Harry felt that these people's brains should be flushed in the toilet.

"I said I don't want to participate in the competition, and I mean I don't want to participate in the competition. You said the Goblet of Fire has magical constraints. What kind of magic? If I don't participate, it will kill me?!" Harry became increasingly irritable.

"It's not that exaggerated. It's just that if you don't participate, the Triwizard Tournament can't officially begin. This is a long-standing magic contract, so the rules do not allow contestants to give up." Yang Mei, who walked in from the door, said, "Yes, this is an unfair clause. After all, if all the contestants give up, how can they seek profits and entertain the audience?"

Yang Mei didn't come alone, Morsus and Draco came in with him.

Because logically speaking, Yang Mei and Draco had no reason to come here, but it was different with Morsus joining in.

Of course others didn't understand why adding Morsus would make a difference, so they raised questions.

"My last name is Slytherin, what does this mean?" Morsus stroked the gemstone ring on his thumb, "This means that from the moment I return, this castle that belonged to Slytherin alone a thousand years ago will have a large part of its authority transferred to my hands.

You are going to hold the competition here and set up the venue.

This requires my cooperation.”

The three principals: “…” Oh no, he has us in his hands.

There aren't many people in this room, but the relationships between them are a mess.

Among the three headmasters, except for Madam Maxime who has nothing to do with Morsus, Dumbledore is his mortal enemy, and Karkaroff was a real Death Eater more than ten years ago!

However, after Morthos' return, the headmaster of Durmstrang never appeared at a Death Eater gathering.

At least Yang Mei didn't even know he was a Death Eater before yesterday.

Barty Crouch was not afraid of power: "Mr. Slytherin, this year is our first attempt to restore the Triwizard Tournament, so on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, I hope you can cooperate with us."

"Of course, I am also looking forward to this game and will naturally cooperate." Morsos seemed very easy to talk to.