Professor Vampire.

Chapter 246: Goblet of Fire under a Confounding Charm

Harry sat there blankly, and he realized that everyone in the hall turned their heads and looked at him.

He was stunned, his mind was blank.

Unlike when the four warriors were selected before, there was no applause in the hall at this moment.

A buzz of discussion began to spread in the hall, as if countless angry bees were buzzing.

Some students even stood up to see Harry's appearance more clearly, while Harry sat stiffly in his seat, as if he was cast into a petrification spell.

They looked at Harry's face, which still had some childishness, and their hearts were full of doubts... Even if he was the boy who survived the disaster, he was too young at this time.

And as the host, Hogwarts actually gave birth to two warriors. Doesn't it prove that the competition is unfair? Isn't that age line also meaningless?

The first to break the silence were Fred and George.

After a brief shock, the twins suddenly jumped up and strode towards the direction of the Slytherin table.

"Malfoy, your Galleons belong to us!" Fred laughed loudly, "See, Harry really became a warrior!"

"This is impossible!" Malfoy blurted out.

He looked at the note in Dumbledore's hand in disbelief, and then looked at Harry who was sitting at the Gryffindor table with a dull face, his eyes almost spitting fire.

"A conspiracy! It's definitely a conspiracy!" Malfoy protested loudly, "I remember clearly that Potter is only fourteen years old! He is younger than me, how can he cross the age line!"

Obviously, not only the students of the other three schools will be dissatisfied with such a result, Malfoy's protest also resonated with many Hogwarts students.

People are not worried about the lack of but the inequality, which has been the case since ancient times.

If this game strictly abides by the age line regulations, it will be fine, but even if there is an exception, the emotions of the young wizards will inevitably be greatly resisted.

Everyone wants to be that exception, everyone feels that they may become that exception, and similarly, no one is willing to accept that the exception is not themselves!

Malfoy felt very happy about the attention.

He smiled unconsciously, wiped his light blond hair covered with hair gel, and prepared to reveal "the various crimes Harry Potter committed in Hogwarts".

"You may not know that Potter has been dishonest since he entered school. He..."

"Shut up, Draco!"

Just when Malfoy was about to make a long speech, a voice suddenly interrupted him.

He originally thought that it was the little fans of Harry in Gryffindor who shouted angrily, and was about to ignore it, and then completely ruin the reputation of his mortal enemy in public.

However, Crabbe and Goyle beside Malfoy bumped his ribs with their elbows.

"What are you two doing? Do you want to stop me?" Malfoy looked at his two followers with an impatient look.

Crabbe shook his head hesitantly, indicating that he should look at the professor's seat.

Malfoy turned his head inexplicably and found that his dean was staring at him with cold eyes.

"Professor, why are you..."

"Be quiet, don't let me hear your noisy voice again." Snape said coldly.

"But..."

Malfoy hesitated to speak, but finally shut up.

He couldn't understand why the Slytherin Dean, who hated Potter the most on weekdays, wanted to stand up for Potter today?

At the same time, Snape, whose thoughts could not be guessed, stood up with a gloomy face and looked at Dumbledore who was standing in the middle of the professors' seats.

At this time, Professor McGonagall was whispering anxiously in Dumbledore's ear, and Dumbledore was listening with his ears tilted, frowning slightly.

"Principal Dumbledore, I want to know what the reason is?" Snape asked directly without caring that Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were talking.

"Calm down a little, Severus, Minerva and I are already discussing countermeasures." Dumbledore said softly.

"Calm down? How can you ask me to calm down!" Snape roared in a low voice, "Don't you know the mortality rate of the Triwizard Tournament? Letting students of this age go to the competition is nothing but suicide!"

He looked at the Gryffindor table from a distance, in the direction of Harry, and the disgust in his eyes had not subsided at all, but there was also an unspeakable worry in it, which appeared in the same pair of eyes in a very contradictory way.

"No, Potter must not participate in the semi-finals!" Snape said firmly.

"Severus, this contract has been established!" Dumbledore said solemnly, "Once the contract of the Goblet of Fire is established, the contestants must complete every project, otherwise they will be subject to the most severe punishment for violating the contract..."

"Do you want Harry to completely lose the ability to use magic and become a Muggle from now on?"

Snape's lips were tightly pursed.

"Is there no way to cancel this contract?" He glanced at Dumbledore and turned his gaze to Dracula.

At this time, Dracula had come to the Goblet of Fire curiously, studying the runes on the Goblet of Fire and the magic contained in it with great interest.

"Hmm? Don't look at me, I have no way to cancel the contract." Dracula noticed Snape's sight and shook his head with a smile, "Once the contract is established, it already exists in the blood of the wizard, and no external force can deprive it."

Of course, Dracula himself actually doesn't care about the restrictions of various contracts.

Because there is no contract to restrain him, those contract penalties that deprive him of magic, blood, and even life have no effect on Dracula's physique...

However, as an ordinary little wizard, Harry obviously couldn't deal with the contract punishment from the Goblet of Fire, so he could only participate in the Four-Strong Tournament from beginning to end... or now it can be said to be the Five-Strong Tournament.

When Dumbledore and Snape fell into silence, Dracula was still circling around the Goblet of Fire in the middle of the professor's seat with interest, with wine-red light flowing in his eyes, repeatedly looking at the cup burning with blue and white flames.

"Have you found anything, Professor Dracula?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well... I did find something." Dracula said, "It can be seen that this Goblet of Fire was cursed when we were not paying attention. I have to say that this is really an excellent Confusion Charm, which can actually have an effect on this cup."

"Confusion Charm?!" Professor McGonagall opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"It is indeed a Confusion Charm. The magical aura in the cup will remain for a period of time." Dracula said with interest, "This kind of magical residue is easy to identify. It is obviously a trace of the Confusion Charm."

"According to the time, it should be late at night after the banquet ended yesterday. A sneaky figure came out to cast a spell on the Goblet of Fire."

"As for who it is... I have no idea at all!"

...

Under the stage, Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione.

He saw that the students at the long Gryffindor table behind them all opened their mouths and stared at him.

"I didn't put my name in." Harry said helplessly, "You know I didn't, I've been with you all the time!"

Ron and Hermione also looked confused and stared at him blankly.

Just like that, Harry sat in his seat, waiting for Dumbledore and the professors to punish him...

"Harry Potter!" Harry sat at the Gryffindor table for a long time, his legs were almost numb, and finally heard Dumbledore's voice in front of the hall, "Harry! Please come here!"

"Go." Hermione urged in a low voice, gently pushing Harry.

In a nervous mood, Harry stood up, but stepped on the bottom of his robes and stumbled slightly.

He quickly adjusted his pace and walked along the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables.

Harry could feel hundreds of eyes staring at him, as if each eye was a searchlight, trying to see through him completely.

The buzz of discussion grew louder and louder, and it seemed as if a whole century had passed before Harry finally walked up to Dumbledore.

He felt the eyes of all the professors fixed on him.

"Well... go through that door, Harry," Dumbledore said softly.

Unlike when he faced other champions, there was no smile on his face this time.

Harry walked through the door and out of the hall, and found himself in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides. In the fireplace opposite him, the fire was burning brightly.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour and John Kowalski were four real champions, and now they were all gathered around the fire, and it seemed that they were getting along well.

Against the backdrop of the flames, the four figures made a particularly strong impression.

Krum leaned against the stove, hunched over, thinking about something, and slightly distanced himself from the other three. Cedric stood there with his hands behind his back, staring at the fire.

When Harry walked in, Fleur Delacour turned around and shook her long silver hair.

"What's wrong?" she asked, "Do they want us to go back to the Great Hall?"

She thought Harry came in to pass on a message - the warriors in the room didn't know what had just happened, and they missed a big show.

Harry's throat moved, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say, and he didn't know how to explain what had just happened.

He just stood there, looking at the four warriors. He suddenly felt that they were all so tall... The fourth-year students stood in front of the four adult students, and the height difference was really big.

Not long after, the room suddenly ushered in a flurry of footsteps. It was Ludo Bagman who walked into the room.

He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.

"Too bizarre!" He squeezed Harry's arm hard and whispered, "Absolutely too bizarre! Three gentlemen... and this lady,"

He walked to the fireside and said to the other four people, "Please allow me to introduce - although it seems incredible - this is the fifth warrior of the Four Finals!"

Viktor Krum stood up straight, looked up and down at Harry, and a gloomy expression appeared on his arrogant face. Cedric seemed at a loss. He looked at Bagman and then at Harry, thinking that he must not have heard Bagman's words clearly.

Fleur Delacour shook her long hair, smiled and said, "Oh, this joke is very interesting, Mr. Bagman."

"Joke?" Bagman looked unfathomable, "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Krum's two thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and John Kowalski looked at Harry in surprise, and then looked away nonchalantly.

"Is this true, Harry?" Cedric asked, with a confused look in his eyes, walking up to Harry, "So who is the champion representing Hogwarts?"

"No, Mr. Diggory, this is obviously wrong," Fleur also frowned, and said to Bagman arrogantly, "He definitely can't compete, he's too young."

"Yeah... it's really surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin, looking down at Harry with a smile, "But, as you know, the age limit is only implemented this year as an additional safety measure."

For some reason, Bagman seemed very happy that such a champion who surprised everyone suddenly appeared.

"Since his name sprayed out of the goblet... I mean, I think since it has come to this point, it is not allowed to escape... The rules are very clear that once you are selected, you must complete the competition..."

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large group of people rushed in aggressively.

Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor Hicks, Professor McGonagall and Snape, while Dracula followed leisurely at the end of the team.

Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, the buzz of students' discussions in the hall continued to come in, causing Harry to feel embarrassed.

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur immediately said when she saw the headmaster of her school, striding towards Madame Maxime, "They said that this little boy is also going to participate in the competition!"

Little boy?

Although Harry felt incredible and his brain was numb, he also felt a trace of anger in his heart.

In the more than three years he spent at Hogwarts, he must have experienced no fewer adventures, big and small, than this Miss Fleur Delacour!

Harry cast his eyes on Madame Maxime, wanting to see what she would say.

Madame Maxime straightened her tall and sturdy body... Then, her head hit the chandelier full of candles.

"What does that mean, Dumbledore?" She lowered her head again, but her expression was full of arrogance.

"I want to know that, too, Dumbledore," Karkaroff echoed.

He had a cold smile on his face, and his blue eyes were as cold as ice. "Hogwarts has two champions? I don't remember anyone telling me that the host school can have two champions - didn't I read the regulations carefully enough?"

He laughed briefly, and the sound was very unpleasant.

"Don't worry, both of you," Professor Hicks was the most relaxed of the four headmasters. She smiled and waved to the two headmasters who had just spoken. "I remember Professor Dracula said before that the Goblet of Fire was confounded by someone, so the accident happened."

"Indeed, someone must have planned a conspiracy against Potter." Dracula leaned against the wall next to him and said lazily to everyone present, "You should know his identity. It's not surprising that he is treated like this."

"I don't care who he is!" Karkaroff refuted loudly, "This semi-final competition is held at Hogwarts, you must take full responsibility for this game!"

"Oh, really?" Snape's sinister voice suddenly came from a corner of the room.

Karkaroff's face changed obviously.