People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 235 The 1nd Project

The five newly minted warriors were taken to a small room. Along the way, Karkaroff kept saying that there was a problem with the Goblet of Fire and that he also wanted to add two more Durmstrang students.

"Obviously, someone wants to give Hogwarts three chances!" Karkaroff said, glancing at Dumbledore.

Maxime calmed down a lot. Although she was also dissatisfied with this matter, it was the Goblet of Fire's own choice, and no matter how much she struggled, it would not change the status quo.

It is better to focus on winning the championship. Sometimes having more people does not mean victory.

Moody took a sip of the liquid in the silver flagon and growled hoarsely, "That's not the case. Maybe someone wants Harry to die?"

The room fell into silence, and Harry could feel some sympathetic eyes falling on him from time to time.

"We have to abide by the charter. It clearly states that every name that appears in the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition."

Crouch wiped his glasses and repeated the contents of the relevant documents from the Ministry of Magic in a dull manner.

Although Karkaroff was resentful, he did not dare to conflict with the Ministry of Magic.

I had no choice but to acknowledge the result this time.

Snape, who was usually the most sarcastic, didn't say a word. Instead, he looked at Aphrodite and Harry with a complicated look.

"How stupid." Tom, who was living his retirement life in a crystal bottle, felt that the current Ministry of Magic was vulnerable.

I really don't know how Fudge became Minister.

"This is definitely a brilliant wizard..." Moody continued to roar, stomping his cane on the ground a few times, making a dull sound.

When Karkaroff heard the voice, it felt as if Moody's cane was hitting him on the head, forcing him to shrink his neck and take a few steps back.

"You have no evidence anyway." Madam Maxime raised her two large hands like a palm leaf fan. "Can we take the next step?"

"Okay, let's get on with it." Bagman rubbed his hands together and smiled at everyone in the room. "Barty, you're the one telling the story?"

Mr. Crouch, who seemed to have fallen asleep during the argument, awoke from his reverie and adjusted his hat.

"Guidance, guidance." He muttered softly, took out a crumpled piece of parchment from his coat pocket and placed it under the candlelight, "The first project..."

He took a few steps forward and stepped into the circle of light. Both Harry and Afro noticed that the adult looked haggard.

They had met him not long ago, at the Quidditch World Cup, and he hadn't looked like this yet.

Afro thought that the accidents that happened during the game and Barty's series of "rebellion" must have made Mr. Crouch, who can be called a good father, very tired.

"The first task is to test your courage." He said to the warriors in the room, "So we are not going to tell you what it is..."

“The courage to face the unknown is a very important quality,” Bagman continued.

"The project will take place on November 24th," Mr. Crouch said, turning to look at Dumbledore. "Is that all, Albus?"

Dumbledore and Crouch exchanged polite words and invited each other to stay at Hogwarts. However, Mr. Crouch had too much work to do, so he could only return to the Ministry of Magic at night.

"He must be cleaning up his good son's mess." Afro complained to 23 and Tom in his heart with disdain.

"Xiao Afu, you are a girl, you should use civilized language." Although the body was in the dormitory, it could still communicate with Afulu in its mind.

"Oh, to wipe the buttocks of his biological carbon-based creature."

23: ...

Afro suddenly said to Tom, who had always had a low presence, "By the way, these seem to be your followers?"

"It's his, but not mine." Tom looked up at the sky speechlessly. He didn't want to admit that this was something his future self did.

What does Voldemort's men have to do with him, Tom?

"You look so embarrassed when you're madly passing the buck."

Tom:…

23 noticed that Aphrodite was in a bad mood tonight, so he asked carefully.

"Xiao Afu, did you eat gunpowder at night?"

"I simply don't like Karkaroff. Why is he so mean?"

Afro looked at Karkaroff who kept chattering there, as if his mouth was rented and he would never be able to use it again until he finished speaking.

Karkaroff first complained to Maxim that the selection result was unfair and unfavorable to their two schools.

He turned around and complained to Bagman about Crouch's protection of Hogwarts, and that Harry and Avro must have secretly asked the senior students to submit notes.

Finally, after seeing Moody's warning look, he slowly stopped.