Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

When the Goblet of Fire sprayed out the parchment, the candidates for Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had already come out. As everyone expected, it was Krum and Delacour, one in front of the other. Walked out of the hall, went to the small auditorium on the side, there was fierce applause behind, and then fell into unbearable silence, everyone looked at the burning Goblet of Fire.

Unlike the situation of the previous two, Hogwarts does not have anyone who is admired and admired by everyone. The senior students of the four colleges, headed by their prefects and the two student chairmen, are almost excellent. To say the least, it might be Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory, at least he is not hated by everyone.

Hundreds of carved pumpkins peeked out from every corner, and countless tiny black bats fluttered up and down with their wings flapping.

Due to the second feast in two days, everyone was not enjoying the well-prepared food on the table as usual.Everyone opened their eyes wide and craned their necks to look around. Suddenly, the cup with the beautiful blue flames tumbling turned red again, sparks shot out, tongues of flame rolled high, and a piece of parchment was sprayed out and fell into Dumbledore's hands.

There seemed to be a strange stiffness in the expression of the white wizard looking down.

"Hogwarts..."

Almost everyone was cursing inwardly, there was nothing to tantalize their appetite for, just to put it bluntly—everyone held their breath for fear of missing a word, and only one person in the hall was still buried in his food.

A piece of fresh blueberry pie, too sweet, a potato tuna salad, barely tasted, double-sided fried steak with bacon, why is this knife and fork so difficult to use?

"...Iris Nyx!"

"Ah?" All the students at Hogwarts opened their mouths wide in bewilderment, and turned their heads in a daze to look for the little girl who was silent and not outstanding, and even had no interest in anything other than eating.

In fact, Iris looked up blankly with salad on her cheek and a small piece of steak in her mouth.

who?Who is calling her name?

That's so stupid...

Grindelwald, who was sitting on the professor's chair, frowned against Karkaroff's gloomy appearance. This little temptation was just that on the night of arriving at the castle, he used a piece of parchment to write Iris. Kex's name and Hogwarts, and then cast a profound confusion spell and threw it into the Goblet of Fire. He was eager to know who this little girl was from Slytherin, and she could also use that ancient surname. Unexpectedly, Flame Cup's answer was as expected.

——The Goblet of Fire admitted that among all the parchments thrown in, Iris Nyx represented Hogwarts more than anyone else.

only.

This little girl who can eat food all over her face, looks dull and silly?

Someone in the hall finally reacted, and screams and angry voices followed one after another.

"It's too much, Aerys, you secretly threw the parchment into the Goblet of Fire by yourself."

"What method did you use to trick that cup? Merlin, we're only in first grade, first grade!"

"That cup went crazy, this is a Triwizard Tournament, not an eating competition! What's the use of asking her to go!

"It's over, I'm going to lose face abroad!"

The little girl continued to bite the steak in her mouth stupidly. Uh, what parchment, she didn't put it in. All she could think about was that today is Halloween and it's a special day. After the banquet is over, she will rush to the cellar Give the owner a lot of candies, change back to the original shape and rub your head from the owner's arms, and it is best to snatch the owner's bed and sleep beautifully.Why in the blink of an eye, all the classmates who seemed to be very good on weekdays looked at her with this kind of eyes?

"Iris Nyx!"

Dumbledore had guessed who was doing it behind the scenes, and he frowned in disapproval. Although he didn't look back, Grindelwald looked over with some doubts.

——Who is this girl?Albus seemed to know, but didn't he know everything about Slytherin? (Cough, old devil, you are wrong, Aerys was abducted by the white wizard for candies a long time ago...)

The little girl stood up in a daze, holding a few pieces of strawberry cake in her hand, and stumbled into the small auditorium next to her in a daze under the strange eyes of everyone.

She couldn't walk very smoothly, how could a snake perfectly control the hands and feet that she didn't have?

The expressions of all the professors at Hogwarts were very distorted.

In the silence, Dumbledore had no choice but to make a concluding remark for this night with absurd results: "Now, we have selected three contestants. A match that cannot be terminated once it starts is, yes, very dangerous. I believe all of you--"

He stopped suddenly, and everyone discovered what was distracting the White Wizard.

The fire from the Goblet of Fire turned red again, and sparks flew everywhere.Suddenly a long flame was shot, and on top of the flame another parchment burned.

Dumbledore grabbed the parchment in astonishment, unfolded it and stared at the name on it, without responding for a long time.

The students all began to whisper and whisper, and for a moment hope appeared in their eyes again: "The one from Aerys must be wrong."

"That's right, no matter how you choose the most outstanding representative, it won't be her turn, although I don't know how she put the parchment in."

Then everyone stared at Dumbledore.

The white wizard looked around, as if he was doing something, finally cleared the noise, and read out a name——

"Harry Potter!"

This time, all the professors and students at Hogwarts, including Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, were stunned.

Harry Potter!The boy who was called the savior!

"Harry?!" Ron's unbelievable voice was even out of tune.

Harry stayed there, and everyone turned to look at him. He was one of them just now, and he looked at Aerys with the same eyes... He felt numb all over his body, as if in a dream.

On the professor's seat, Professor McGonagall stood up eagerly, as if talking about something.His eyes were full of worry and horror.

At least Professor McGonagall didn't have such a reaction when Aerys' name was pronounced just now.

Harry suddenly felt very cold in a daze. Aerys is a thousand-year-old basilisk. Even if there is no master, as long as he transforms into his original form and opens his eyes, there is no danger. But what does he have?

Could it be that he himself doesn't know what the savior is? , can he still win Krum?

"I didn't put my name in," Harry said blankly to Hermione and Ron. "You know I didn't. We were together all day yesterday."

"No..." Ron also had a blank expression. He seemed to be more eager than Harry to know that all this was not true, but the words that came out pierced him deeply, "You told Aerys at noon yesterday. I went to the flower bushes, and Hermione followed, and you were speaking Parseltongue, she couldn't understand."

Iris just gave herself a piece of candy!

Harry opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound, because just now, he didn't believe that Aerys didn't put the parchment in the cup, and now he still doesn't believe it: "Harry Potter!" Deng Buldo seemed to sigh, and called again, "Harry! Come this way, please!"

Harry stood up, stepped on the hem of his stomach and almost fell, hundreds of eyes were watching him, and each pair of eyes seemed to see through his bone marrow, and the buzzing sound like a bee was getting louder and louder.

"I just said, how could Aerys, who was fine yesterday, suddenly pull him away."

"He must have spoken to Aerys."

"It's despicable that two people can be selected."

Harry tried his best not to hear the words, but every word was stuck in his ears.

Harry walked out of the hall and found himself in a small room hung with portraits of wizards and witches, and facing him was a fireplace, burning brightly.There was already some confusion in the room. Krum and Delacour stared at Iris who was still eating the cake, as if they wanted to swallow her up, and all the people in the portrait were talking about it.

"What's the matter?" Fleur turned her head angrily, and was surprised when she saw Harry, but she still said angrily, "This is just a joke, Merlin, we, Beauxbatons, have been preparing for this since last year. Here, my classmates and I have gone through more than a dozen assessments, and now I have reached the end, but you want me to participate in the competition with an 11-year-old girl who can't even walk?"

Krum didn't speak, but obviously his expression was not happy either.

Harry could only stand there, looking at Iris who was eating the cake as if begging for help, and suddenly hoped that the basilisk would say that it was all a joke and explain it clearly, so that he could leave here.

There was a rush of footsteps behind him, and Ludo Bagman entered the room.

"Extraordinary!" he muttered, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Extraordinary indeed! Gentlemen . . . ladies."

He looked vaguely at the three principals who came in behind him. Mrs. Maxim's complexion was uglier than Fleur's. Ludo Bagman approached the fire, "Please allow me to introduce—very weird—the fourth principal of this year. player."

The original three people in the room were all stunned, including Iris who had eaten half of the cake.

"The Goblet of Fire just gave Harry's name."

"One is 14 years old and the other is 11 years old. What does Hogwarts mean?" Mrs. Maxim lost the elegant smile that always hung on her face as a mask. Covered on the table, Ludo Bagman took a step back in surprise.

"What's that, Dumbledore?" she asked haughtily, only to be surprised that Karkaroff didn't chime in.

It's strange, since this meeting, Karkaroff, who has always had a dislike for the White Wizard, seems to be silent.

"I didn't put the parchment in the cup." Harry was flustered and flustered.

"I didn't let it go either." Iris followed up, but when she found that everyone was staring at her, she narrowed her eyes in dissatisfaction.

"It's impossible for him to cross the age line." McGonagall said sharply, and in the panic, no one noticed that she didn't use a compound word.

"That's why Dumbledore's age line is wrong." Mrs. Maxim shrugged.

"Of course, it's possible." The white wizard was still very polite.

"You're not mistaken, Albus! You know that very well!" Professor McGonagall was annoyed. "Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagmon," Karkaroff added bluntly, " You are referees, and this kind of thing is very unreasonable."

Bagmon only wiped his face with a handkerchief, and he only looked at Crouch, who stood outside the circle of fire, his face hidden in the gloom, gloomy, very old, and he looked like a skeleton.He spoke, his voice was as slow as usual, "Yes, but we must abide by the rules. The rules are clearly written, and anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition."

"I think I need to excuse myself."

The white wizard spoke quickly, and then politely withdrew.

The awkward stiffness continued in the room. After waiting for a while, Crouch and Bagmon finally went out to deal with the reporters from the Daily Prophet who rushed over. When the door reopened, the figure in the dark green robe followed Dumbledore They appeared at the door together, and Aerys didn't even want the cake, so he just rushed over.

"Aerys, stand there." The low alcohol voice was cold, "tell me, you didn't put the parchment in the cup."

"I have not, master."

The little girl froze there with a particularly aggrieved expression.

The four Hogwarts heads in the room all bowed slightly, and then left through the door. When Snape left, Harry felt that the eyes he looked at were horrific.

Ling Cha looked over the faces of the people in the room with different expressions and basically distorted faces, and finally landed on Karkaroff, subconsciously frowned.

"Whatever the cause of the matter, this is Hogwarts."

"Who are you?" Madam Maxim stared at Dumbledore.

"Guests from France, you should know my name before you step into this castle." The cold tone made Harry move closer to the stove. There was no magic pressure, no magic power overflowing, The feeling of suffocation made Madam Maxim almost out of breath.

"Can't the Triwizard Tournament be stopped?"

"I'm afraid I can't, Your Excellency the Duke." Karkaroff said suddenly, without the enthusiasm and gloom that he pretended to be.

Ling Cha stared at him, unable to express any expression.

"Who is he?" Madame Maxime wondered.

"Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, I think you know that, don't you?"