From Azkaban To Hogwarts

The fact that the fourth warrior was Harry was obviously beyond everyone's expectations.

‘This means that in the judgment of the Goblet of Fire, Harry, the Gryffindor student, is the most suitable? ’

William shook his head, a bit incredulous - to be honest, Harry's level is still a bit behind, and there is a certain gap between the current level of the twins...

‘Is the Goblet of Fire’s judgment method unusual? Or was Harry taught magic by Sirius again during the summer? ’

He couldn't make an accurate judgment, but for now, his judgment didn't matter that much, because the whole Great Hall was cheering for the last warrior of Hogwarts.

Although each academy is more inclined to support its own warriors, Harry is different after all - all the children here grew up listening to Harry's stories, although after studying in the same school, the name Harry Potter It becomes less mysterious, but when the warriors are linked to the glory of the school, those childhood memories naturally emerge.

At the dining table, Karkaroff tried his best to keep smiling and applauding, but his heart was already filled with curses for Dumbledore.

'Damn bastard old man, I just emphasized that Krum must be sent to the warrior list, and he backhandedly stuffed Harry Potter into the Hogwarts team! ’

Krum is certainly a well-known star player, but if the name Harry Potter is associated with the Warriors, who else will pay attention to Krum's name?

‘This damn old man! ’

Karkaroff cursed secretly again, and it took him a long time to calm down.

Next to him, Madame Maxime was almost smiling from ear to ear - is there such a good thing?

On Karkaroff's side, a star player was stuffed in for the sake of fame, on Dumbledore's side, an underage Harry Potter was stuffed in, and next door, on Ilvermorny's side, Professor Nora was stuffed in. It was also the first time for melon and eggs to participate in the competition. Even the place to live was purchased temporarily, so one can imagine the fighting power.

After all the calculations, wouldn't the champion this time be Beauxbatons?

Because she was laughing so wildly, she almost touched the chandelier on the ceiling.

As for Dumbledore, his expression quickly returned to normal calmness, "This way, Harry."

Harry stood up with disbelieving eyes and uncontrollable ecstasy. He felt that his steps were a little lighter.

He didn't even care to look at his friend's reaction, and almost jumped up and walked along the Gryffindor table. He didn't think of his friend until he took three or four steps - he quickly turned around, Looking at Hermione and Ron.

Hermione's eyes were full of encouragement, while Ron's eyes were full of disappointment and surprise, with a bit of joy - but their faces were quickly blocked by the others.

All the Gryffindors stood up and bid farewell to Harry.

After all, the students don't know the rules for assigning warriors at all. In their view, if Harry hadn't become a warrior, Gryffindor would probably have become a joke in the Triwizard Tournament - they would most likely be the only ones without warriors. College!

"Harry!"

The Gryffindors cheered, and amidst their cheers, Harry walked up to Dumbledore. He looked at Dumbledore with a bit of pride and a bit of timidity - when the initial ecstasy started After the thought receded, doubts about his ability to be a warrior emerged.

"Go to that room over there, Harry."

Dumbledore said pleasantly.

Harry nodded heavily and walked along the staff table towards the room where the warriors were staying.

Professor McGonagall showed him an approving smile, followed by Professor Lupin's proud eyes, Professor William's affirmative nod, and Hagrid's excited dance as Professor McGonagall glared at him - although there was a cold look from Snape in between. It was a little unpleasant, but it inspired his fighting spirit.

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"Now, there shouldn't be another name popping up, right?"

William stared at the Goblet of Fire - after Malfoy refused to participate yesterday, he always felt that it was not very safe, so he specifically investigated the black market.

As a result, he curiously discovered that the reward on the black market that day for the Malfoy child to enter the Triwizard Tournament was as high as 3,000 Galleons. When this scary number appeared, he immediately realized that someone wanted to use the Triwizard Tournament to Legally killing the only descendant of the Malfoy family in Britain.

Naturally, this kind of behavior cannot be allowed. Therefore, the office held a meeting overnight yesterday and decided to launch a wave of fishing law enforcement, taking turns to see who dares to commit crimes - after all, the Goblet of Fire has just been adjusted by Dumbledore, even William Even if you want to deceive him, it will take you half a day.

As a result, we stayed overnight and spent part of the day, but no one wanted to do anything about it.

'You'd better spit one out for me. If that kid dares to take advantage of the reward, I can catch him and take advantage of him! ’

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be the case - the office even discussed the possibility of inserting Malfoy's name yesterday and the possibility of maintaining the entire game normally. In the end, none of these plans were used.

I was very angry, after all, it was three thousand Galleons, and the three of them shared it equally, each of them had one thousand Galleons. Although everyone didn't value Galleons that much, that thing wasn't hot...

Seeing the fire in the Goblet of Fire gradually extinguishing, the three professors who had been a little happy grabbing the food became a little frustrated.

"That's it?"

Moody's hoarse voice sounded, and he shook his head, "We'd better not go through the work of explaining to the warriors. I don't like to hide it, but the damn confidentiality contract..."

"Well, that's it, I'm going back to my office."

William nodded. Although he suspected that Moody's side was too intimidating and the guy who took over the job didn't take action, he was too lazy to say that this was possible.

"Then, see you tomorrow."

Lupine nodded and yawned. He had just finished a transformation and his body was not that comfortable yet.

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"What are you doing, Bagman!"

In Hogsmeade, at a table in the Pig's Head Bar, Bagman was anxiously explaining to another person at the table.

"It's not that I'm unwilling, I also hope to get that large sum of Galleons!"

"I don't care about that little Death Eater! Moody is actually watching over there! That guy Dumbledore knows everything. He just invited Mad-Eye in to prevent anyone from causing trouble!"

"If Mad-Eye hadn't been watching, I would have succeeded a long time ago. It's just the Goblet of Fire. It can be solved with a single confusion spell. I just need to set that child as a student of the fifth school. Anyway, there are too many changes this year. , that Goblet of Fire looks silly as a whole! It’s just a cup carved out of rotten wood!”

Ludo Bagman complained harshly.

"What about the money?"

"I'll give you a full refund - but you don't want to have fun. To be honest, this Triwizard Tournament is full of gimmicks. There are four schools, and the contestants are..."

"Money or Avatar?"

"…money."

The argument at the Hog's Head is over.

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"Are you the last warrior, Harry?"

When Harry walked into the room where the warrior was, the two old rivals suddenly showed surprised expressions.

Although everyone at Hogwarts knows Harry Potter, because he is an official Quidditch player, each team is very familiar with their opponents.

Especially those two are the captains of the house's Quidditch team - this is not a trivial position. In Hogwarts, the captain of the Quidditch team enjoys all the benefits of a prefect, and normally, His reputation among the students in his college is even better than that of the prefects.

After all, prefects have to cooperate with professors to manage students in their daily lives. Too much supervision will naturally affect the evaluation. Unless the team captain loses particularly ugly, he doesn't have to take the blame at all.

"it's me."

Harry nodded, he still felt that things were magical.

"What the hell..."

Montague grumbled and complained - if he was on the team, he must admit that Harry was a good player. If Harry was willing to be the Seeker of their team, he could even give Harry a Nimbus 2002.

But the Triwizard Tournament is different. Dumbledore has already explained that it is a team competition. In this case, a fourth-year guy was inserted into the team, a guy who has not even experienced fifth-year devil training. …

"It's just a joke..."

The other two didn't say anything, but they also had a look of pessimism on their faces - they checked the rank at the beginning and found that a bronze and silver player had sneaked into the high-end game... and he wasn't a power leveler, so who could not be afraid?

Compared to the worries of the Hogwarts Warriors, the faces of the other three schools were full of joy.

Finding someone at the bottom before the game even starts is a huge relief no matter who it is.

As a result, Harry suddenly fell from the paradise of the outside world into hell.

Whether it was the questioning eyes of his teammates or the gloating feeling of his opponents, they were weighing heavily on him like a mountain, making him even breathe a little heavy.

Fortunately, the door to the room was opened quickly.

The referees opened the door and walked in.

Bagman had a bit of worry on his face, and Crouch remained as straight-faced as ever - but each of the four principals smiled happily.

"It's time to guide our warriors," Bagman said with force, "Barty, come on."

"Okay," Crouch said. Although he looked stern, his voice was full of high spirits - he had achieved great success this year and was unparalleled in power for a while.

"The first project is to test your courage," he looked around at the warriors. "Even if you are a whole team, the unknown you have to face is still..."

"Dare to face the unknown is the most basic quality a warrior should have..."

His eyes were full of oppression, which made most of the warriors worry for the first time after signing up. "The first project will be carried out on November 24, and it will be completed in front of other students and the judging panel."

"Warriors are not allowed to ask for or accept any help from their teachers when completing competition events. The only ones you can trust are your teammates."

"You will know about the second project after the first project is completed."

"Of course, as informed before the start of the competition, all warriors are automatically exempted from all exams."

"Okay, this is all the information I can provide you..."

He turned and said enthusiastically, "I guess that's all, Albus?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore nodded, "So, can we say something to the warriors at our school?"

"Of course, Albus, you can always, actually."

Crouch smiled extremely happily,

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After Harry received some encouraging words from Dumbledore, he began to return in a daze.

"Their expressions are not very good..."

Harry walked casually in the corridor, all he could think of was the reluctant nodding of the other warriors after Dumbledore's encouragement.

'Yes, if it were me...'

But he only got the opportunity to register after passing the assessment, and he also passed the assessment before finally becoming a warrior representing Hogwarts!

This grievance started in the room where the warriors were, and it didn't fully explode until now.

"It's too much..."

"Yeah, that's too much."

The sudden sound from behind made Harry fall sideways instantly, and then his wand naturally fired a blocking spell in the direction of the sound.

However, the spell did not take effect, and there was a flash of sparks on the wall, followed by a loud noise.

Then Myrtle's voice said, "That's too much, Potter."

"What are you doing here!"

Harry stood up angrily - his Iron Armor Charm had just been completed, and what he thought was an attack turned out to be Myrtle's prank?

"The stupid girl from Ilvermorny took over my bathroom and threatened me with her wand..."

Myrtle said angrily, "So Myrtle, who lost her home, decided to cause trouble in the corridor! Then she saw Potter talking to himself!"

"He even got the Warrior, but ignored Myrtle's resentment!"

Harry really didn't know how to respond to this - he couldn't just wave his wand and rush into the girls' bathroom to help Myrtle get the toilet back, could he?

In that case, Professor McGonagall will hang him at the door of his office tomorrow, right?

"Um...Myrtle, I'm a boy..."

He tried to explain politely.

"But I never planned to rely on you in the first place!"

Myrtle was even a little proud, "Among the ghosts, Professor William is the most reputable one, so I plan to ask him to put those bad boys in solitary confinement!"

'Even if you say so, it's impossible for Professor William to go there and arrest people and put them in confinement...'

'Eh? By the way - I'll ask the professor! ’

Myrtle's reminder suddenly gave Harry an idea.

If he has any doubts about becoming a warrior, then Professor William, who personally selected minors to sign up, can definitely answer it. Although the professor said that he can no longer continue special training, this question can probably be answered.

"Thank you, Myrtle!"

Harry said hurriedly, then started running without looking back, and rushed towards William's office in one swift motion.