HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 309 Unlucky guy

Dumbledore looked at the Warrior of Gasser himself, his sharp eyes revealing a cold anger.

There was no smile on his face.

Everyone in the hall turned their heads and looked at the famous devil sitting at the Slytherin table.

Many people have probably guessed which naughty kid signed up for the professors.

Crossing the age limit, registering illegally...

Under the title of the devil, these are all small problems.

At most, it would just add a brilliant experience to this naughty kid's dark resume.

Under the sinister gazes of his fathers, the little red-haired wizard stood up as if nothing had happened and prepared to go to the small door to make some preparations as a warrior.

Before leaving, she did not forget to give her classmates a cold reminder: "Clap for me."

The Slytherin snakes hesitated for a moment, but still looked peaceful and clapped enthusiastically.

The applause was thunderous, and the hands were clapping until they turned red. One college created the atmosphere effect of four colleges applauding.

Dumbledore called her and almost squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "Alison, please explain..."

The ruffian warrior Alison was so arrogant that she didn't even bother to hide it. Anyway, the matter had been settled.

"No explanation! I just cheated! Anyway, the Goblet of Fire has a contract, you can't re-select warriors! The Goblet of Fire is also extinguished, and it will not be re-ignited until the next championship! Isn't it natural that there are four warriors from the three schools?"

How can this be taken for granted?

Spending the days in Hogwarts, there is not a single day of peace!

Dumbledore forced himself to smile: "...very good."

"really."

Grindelwald, who was sitting next to him, was also laughing.

But this smile looked particularly creepy, and the eyes were a little dangerous.

Alison's expression was a little weak, but she was sure that her father and daddy would still have some dignity and would not beat the child in public.

Really, isn't family activity good? Daddy and Daddy haven't played with her for a long time...

The more immortal you are, the more you should find some fun for yourself, otherwise life will be too difficult.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald stood up together.

The young wizards in the audience looked confused, but a few professors reacted quickly and made way for the two older warriors.

Alison used the levitation spell to quickly jump into the small door as if running for her life.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald followed closely behind and walked into the small door.

Kraft watched the show leisurely and followed along.

Madame Maxime pressed her forehead.

If the Warriors can't re-select, can her Furong withdraw from the competition...

This family of three is using the competition as team building!

Bagman and Lucius, who were following behind, had serene expressions on their faces.

After arranging such a big competition, a huge mess finally happened.

It's no big deal if the Warriors cut in.

With Dumbledore and Grindelwald both becoming warriors and participating in the competition, what else is impossible?

This is what happened when the Triwizard Tournament was re-run for the first time. I hope they won't be overwhelmed by the complaint letters.

Next time! -- if there is a next time!

The Goblet of Fire should never be left alone for people to vote for!

This broken cup can’t even identify the name of the person who voted for it!

As expected, we still need to go back to manual work and have everyone submit their personal information to the professors. After the professors review and count the data, they will report their names one by one and throw them into the Goblet of Fire in public on the same day to avoid mistakes.

Alison entered the small door first.

The portraits on the walls on both sides of the small room looked at her and whispered in her ears, not daring to speak loudly to the devil.

Because the other heroes had not arrived yet, Furong, who was standing by the fire, was getting a little impatient.

She naturally recognized Alison, a famous person at Hogwarts, and had heard that Alison had cheated and voted for her name across the age line.

She did not look down on Alison because of her age. Whether it was the beautiful Fiendfyre who greeted them last night, or the "God-given land" that was said to have been created by Alison, she looked at this competitor with caution and vigilance.

"So you are the champion of Hogwarts? What about the one from Durmstrang? It seems that there is a lot of noise outside. Why did you wait so long..."

Before Alison could answer, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps behind her.

Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Kraft, Maxim, Bagman, and Big Malfoy all came in...

Bagman looked very tired. He had also heard what Fleur had just said and sighed heavily, feeling a little embarrassed about how to explain the situation to this foreign guest.

"Something went wrong, Ms. Delacour... Please allow me to introduce the current situation. There are a total of four warriors participating in the Triwizard Tournament..."

Furong's face turned ugly.

Her proud head was working rapidly, anger gradually rising, and she glanced suspiciously behind the adults - her headmistress, Madame Maxime, was also there, so it was obviously not a joke.

"What about the Durmstrang warriors? I don't see anyone else my age!"

Bagman sighed again, but showed no displeasure at Fleur's unfriendly tone - he could understand the French lady's emotions, Fleur was too unlucky.

The good-tempered, or rather, shameless Ministry of Magic official and gambler swindler was pushed out by the crowd and had a very difficult time answering.

"Ahem, the champion of Durmstrang is Mr. Grindelwald - Mr. Gellert Grindelwald."

He was kind enough to repeat the full name for Fleur to confirm again.

Furong was stunned, her pretty face full of disbelief.

Her eyes widened, and her voice unconsciously became higher: "What?!"

Alison took over the task of explaining to Furong, who was currently lagging behind in the 2G network. However, rather than being kind, she was more of a show-off and gloating.

"The note I dropped included my fathers - Dumbledore and Grindelwald - since the Goblet of Fire only has the ability to make contracts and identify the 'best', and does not have the ability to dynamically detect whether the contestants are currently students at the school, the four warriors now are: you, me, Dumbledore and Grindelwald"

Fleur Delacour has always been a proud, noble, gifted and beautiful witch.

And now, this French VIP, who had always had smooth sailing in the past, was a little dizzy after hearing these heavy news and didn't know how to react.

She subconsciously looked at her principal, only to see him standing there silently with an expressionless face, not saying a word.

Fleur turned her head again and looked at Dumbledore opposite her.

The wise wizard seemed a little embarrassed, but did not refute.

Furong realized that this was indeed the truth.

Furong: The world isolates me and I let it ridicule me.