Chapter 139 Confidentiality Contract
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Shui Shen Zhi Feng
Chapter 139 Confidentiality Contract
Pushing open the door, Schelling stepped into the room.
It was a room full of portraits of wizards. Many wizards were very old. When they saw Schelling come in, they all got into the big picture frame in the center and whispered about Schelling's figure and appearance.
Eleanor noticed the movement, looked over, and showed such an expression on her face, "It really is you, Schelling, it seems that the day when I will compete with you on the same stage will not be too long."
Xie Lin has accepted the reality and let go of the burden in his heart. At this time, his eyes are full of confidence, "I will satisfy you when the time comes, Eleanor."
Katharine also came over with a look of surprise at this time, "Great, Mr. Malfoy, I didn't expect you to become a Hogwarts warrior. It is my dream to compete with you on the same stage," Katharine then said in a serious and serious tone: "Please do your best and let me see your 'real' strength!"
Xie Lin raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, his eyes filled with an inexplicable light.
The long-lost fighting spirit ignited in his chest.
Is my real strength?
Do you know that when I get serious, even I get scared!
He had indeed suppressed it for too long—since the incident of the Ghost Society attacking the bird, because of too many scruples, he could only rely on two alien allies to take action for him, and after that he obtained the inheritance of Hufflepuff, forging the three-in-one magic power, and he himself did not know where his strength went.
After a while, the door was pushed open again, and a figure walked in with some hesitation.
The three warriors turned their heads and Harry Potter looked at them with some hesitation.
Katarin thought he was coming in to pass on a message, her eyes were full of doubts.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"
There was a sound of hurried footsteps behind, and Ludovic Bagman entered the room.He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.
"That's queer!" said Bagman. "Absolutely queer! Allow me to introduce—unbelievable as it may seem—this is the fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament!"
Eleanor straightened up, looked Harry up and down, and then at Schelling, showing a thoughtful expression.
Katharine shook her long hair, smiled, and said with some pride: "He can't compete, he's too young! —Of course, Mr. Malfoy is an exception. You can't think that everyone can be as good as Mr. Malfoy, right?"
"It's a bit difficult!" Bagman shook his head. "The age limit is an additional safety measure, and it was only implemented this year. Now that your names have been sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire... I mean, I think that now that you have reached this point, you are not allowed to run away... The regulations are very clear, you must abide by the rules...you must do your best to complete the game!"
The door was pushed open again, and a large crowd poured in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Ms. Maxim, Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, there was the buzzing of several hundred students in the adjoining hall.
"What on earth does this mean, Dumbledore?" Madame Maxime shouted arrogantly, her huge breasts in black satin heaving violently.
"I'd like to know that too, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff, with a icy smile on his face and blue eyes as cold as ice cubes. "Hogwarts has two warriors? I don't recall being told that the hosting school can have two - haven't I read the statutes carefully enough?"
"That's impossible," said Madame Maxime, resting her huge opal-laden hand on Katharine's shoulders. "It's not fair that Hogwarts can't have two warriors."
"In our impression, your age line is able to exclude underage competitors, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, still with that icy smile on his face, and the chill in his eyes deepened. "Otherwise, we would definitely bring in more candidates from our school."
"I can only blame Potter for this, Karkaroff," Snape said softly, his dark eyes gleaming with hostility. "Don't blame Dumbledore, blame Potter for insisting on breaking the rules. Since he entered the school, he has been breaking the school rules—"
"Thank you, Severus," Dumbledore said firmly, and Snape closed his mouth, but his eyes still gleamed maliciously through his greasy black hair.
Professor Dumbledore was looking down at Harry now, and Harry was looking at him.
"Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" he asked calmly.
"No," said Harry.Snape made an impatient sound of disbelief in the shadows.
"Have you asked your older classmates to help you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Professor Dumbledore ignored Snape and continued to ask.
"No." Harry said excitedly.
"Oh, he must be lying!" exclaimed Madame Maxime.Snape shook his head, pursing his lips.
"There's no way he could have crossed that age line," snapped Professor McGonagall, "and I'm sure we all agree on that—"
"Dumbledore's line must be wrong." Ms. Maxim said, shrugging her shoulders. "At least I know—both Mister Malfoys put their names in there."
Professor McGonagall was at a loss for words and was speechless.
Yes, two fourth-grade students broke Dumbledore's magic, which is simply incredible in Professor McGonagall's eyes.
"Mr. Crouch...Mr. Bagman," said Karkaroff, his voice becoming oily again, "you two are our - er - objective referees. You must also think this matter is highly inappropriate, don't you?"
Bagman wiped his round baby face with a handkerchief, and looked at Mr. Crouch.
Mr. Crouch stood outside the light circle of the fire, his face half hidden in shadow.He looked a little weird, and the black shadow on his side made him look a lot older, almost like a skeleton.But when he spoke, his voice was as harsh as ever.
"We must abide by the statute. The statute clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the hegemony competition."
"Hey, Batty has memorized the regulations by heart." Bagman said, with a smile on his face, and looked back at Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim, as if the matter had been satisfactorily resolved.
"Durmstrang will never participate in the next competition!" Karkaroff was furious. "We had so many meetings, and after so many negotiations and negotiations, I never thought that such a thing would happen again! I I just want to leave now!"
"Threats of bravado, Karkaroff!" roared a voice by the door. "You can't leave your champion now. She has to play. They all have to play. As Dumbledore said, it's bound by a magical contract. It's in your favour, isn't it?"
Moody had just entered the room.He limped toward the fire, and every time his right foot landed, there was a loud bang, bang, bang.
"Favourable?" said Karkaroff. "I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody."
Karkaroff tried to sound contemptuous, as if he was dismissive of Moody's words, but his hands betrayed his innermost feelings, they clenched into fists involuntarily.
"Really?" said Moody softly. "It's very simple, Karkaroff. Someone put Potter's name in that goblet, and he knew that if the name was sprayed out, Potter would have to enter the competition. I have a feeling that the person who put the boy's name into the goblet must be a skilled wizard..."
"Oh, what evidence do you have for that?" Madame Maxime asked, raising her large hands.
"Because they tricked a very powerful magic object!" said Moody. "It would take a particularly powerful Confusion Charm to fool the goblet into forgetting that there were only three schools in the Tournament. . . . Guess they must have put Potter's name in as a fourth school and made sure he was the only one at that school..."
Karkaroff taunted this, and nearly got into an argument with Moody.
"How this situation came to be we do not know," said Dumbledore to everyone assembled in the room, "but it seems to me that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Harry and Sherin were chosen for the competition. Therefore, they must abide by the rules of the Goblet of Fire and give their best in the competition."
"Okay, let's continue?" Bagman said, rubbing his hands together, and looking at the people in the room with a smile, "I'm going to teach our warriors, right? Barty, it's up to you Bar?"
Mr. Crouch seemed to wake suddenly from his contemplation. "The first project is to test your guts, so we are not going to tell you what it is. Dare to face the unknown is an important quality of a wizard. The first project will be completed on November 24th, in front of other students and the judging panel. When completing the competition, the warriors are not allowed to ask for or accept any help from their teachers. When the warriors face the first round of challenges, the only weapon in their hands is their wand. After the first project is over, they will learn about the second project. Due to the high requirements of the competition and the long duration, the warriors I will not take the school year exam."
Mr. Crouch turned to Dumbledore. "That's all I suppose, Albus?"
"Yes, nothing was missed," said Dumbledore.
"Wait, Professor, I have something else to do." Sherin said suddenly.
Dumbledore looked at Schelling puzzled.
Schelling said: "Mr. Crouch said that daring to face the unknown is an important quality of a wizard, but I have read a lot of information about the previous Triwizard Tournament, and found that there are endless cheating methods. The professors who understand the content of the competition are scrambling to tell their students the content of the test. I think this is very bad and must be stopped, otherwise there will be no competition."
A shrewd light flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, staring at Xie Lin said: "You mean..."
"It's actually very simple. It's better to make a contract with magic. Anyone who knows the content of the competition must not tell any warriors in any way. If they have the idea of leaking, they will be bound by the magic on the contract and cannot move. The magic on the contract will last until the end of the Triwizard Tournament."
No one knows better than him how bad this game is. For example, the first game-Fire Dragon, every warrior knows what their game is about before it even starts.
Ms. Maxim and Professor Karkaroff looked a little unnatural.
Ms. Maxim said: "That shouldn't be the case."
Professor Karkaroff said: "The Triwizard Tournament has been going on for so many years, and there is no need to sign a confidentiality contract."
Dumbledore looked at Bagman and Crouch, and they nodded in agreement. Three of the five referees agreed, and Ms. Maxim and Professor Karkaroff had no choice but to accept it.
Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, and a piece of parchment appeared, hanging in the air. The tip of the wand glistened, and densely packed words were quickly formed on the parchment. There were various agreements about confidentiality written on it.
With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, the golden names made of magic power were imprinted on the parchment; then Maxim, Karkaroff, McGonagall, Bagman, Snape, Hagrid, Flitwick, Sprout; and finally the four warriors they participated in.
After everything was done, the parchment was ignited by the sudden appearance of a blue flame, and burned cleanly in mid-air at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There seems to be a rope in everyone's mind, reminding them not to do things that violate the contract.
In view of the fact that many readers commented that they didn't know Haierbo's official character design, the author modified "Chapter 42 Nightmare Warning", if you are interested, you can go back and have a look.
@Asia天眼会, my mother has swallowed several of my replies recently, just want to answer your question about Draco, I want to say that the author has a normal mind and will not write about the tragic ending of a fan, let alone touch the thunder of Draco’s death. (If you see it, please reply, if you don’t see it, I will treat it as a pirated version, haha)
(End of this chapter)
Pushing open the door, Schelling stepped into the room.
It was a room full of portraits of wizards. Many wizards were very old. When they saw Schelling come in, they all got into the big picture frame in the center and whispered about Schelling's figure and appearance.
Eleanor noticed the movement, looked over, and showed such an expression on her face, "It really is you, Schelling, it seems that the day when I will compete with you on the same stage will not be too long."
Xie Lin has accepted the reality and let go of the burden in his heart. At this time, his eyes are full of confidence, "I will satisfy you when the time comes, Eleanor."
Katharine also came over with a look of surprise at this time, "Great, Mr. Malfoy, I didn't expect you to become a Hogwarts warrior. It is my dream to compete with you on the same stage," Katharine then said in a serious and serious tone: "Please do your best and let me see your 'real' strength!"
Xie Lin raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, his eyes filled with an inexplicable light.
The long-lost fighting spirit ignited in his chest.
Is my real strength?
Do you know that when I get serious, even I get scared!
He had indeed suppressed it for too long—since the incident of the Ghost Society attacking the bird, because of too many scruples, he could only rely on two alien allies to take action for him, and after that he obtained the inheritance of Hufflepuff, forging the three-in-one magic power, and he himself did not know where his strength went.
After a while, the door was pushed open again, and a figure walked in with some hesitation.
The three warriors turned their heads and Harry Potter looked at them with some hesitation.
Katarin thought he was coming in to pass on a message, her eyes were full of doubts.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"
There was a sound of hurried footsteps behind, and Ludovic Bagman entered the room.He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.
"That's queer!" said Bagman. "Absolutely queer! Allow me to introduce—unbelievable as it may seem—this is the fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament!"
Eleanor straightened up, looked Harry up and down, and then at Schelling, showing a thoughtful expression.
Katharine shook her long hair, smiled, and said with some pride: "He can't compete, he's too young! —Of course, Mr. Malfoy is an exception. You can't think that everyone can be as good as Mr. Malfoy, right?"
"It's a bit difficult!" Bagman shook his head. "The age limit is an additional safety measure, and it was only implemented this year. Now that your names have been sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire... I mean, I think that now that you have reached this point, you are not allowed to run away... The regulations are very clear, you must abide by the rules...you must do your best to complete the game!"
The door was pushed open again, and a large crowd poured in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Ms. Maxim, Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, there was the buzzing of several hundred students in the adjoining hall.
"What on earth does this mean, Dumbledore?" Madame Maxime shouted arrogantly, her huge breasts in black satin heaving violently.
"I'd like to know that too, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff, with a icy smile on his face and blue eyes as cold as ice cubes. "Hogwarts has two warriors? I don't recall being told that the hosting school can have two - haven't I read the statutes carefully enough?"
"That's impossible," said Madame Maxime, resting her huge opal-laden hand on Katharine's shoulders. "It's not fair that Hogwarts can't have two warriors."
"In our impression, your age line is able to exclude underage competitors, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, still with that icy smile on his face, and the chill in his eyes deepened. "Otherwise, we would definitely bring in more candidates from our school."
"I can only blame Potter for this, Karkaroff," Snape said softly, his dark eyes gleaming with hostility. "Don't blame Dumbledore, blame Potter for insisting on breaking the rules. Since he entered the school, he has been breaking the school rules—"
"Thank you, Severus," Dumbledore said firmly, and Snape closed his mouth, but his eyes still gleamed maliciously through his greasy black hair.
Professor Dumbledore was looking down at Harry now, and Harry was looking at him.
"Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" he asked calmly.
"No," said Harry.Snape made an impatient sound of disbelief in the shadows.
"Have you asked your older classmates to help you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Professor Dumbledore ignored Snape and continued to ask.
"No." Harry said excitedly.
"Oh, he must be lying!" exclaimed Madame Maxime.Snape shook his head, pursing his lips.
"There's no way he could have crossed that age line," snapped Professor McGonagall, "and I'm sure we all agree on that—"
"Dumbledore's line must be wrong." Ms. Maxim said, shrugging her shoulders. "At least I know—both Mister Malfoys put their names in there."
Professor McGonagall was at a loss for words and was speechless.
Yes, two fourth-grade students broke Dumbledore's magic, which is simply incredible in Professor McGonagall's eyes.
"Mr. Crouch...Mr. Bagman," said Karkaroff, his voice becoming oily again, "you two are our - er - objective referees. You must also think this matter is highly inappropriate, don't you?"
Bagman wiped his round baby face with a handkerchief, and looked at Mr. Crouch.
Mr. Crouch stood outside the light circle of the fire, his face half hidden in shadow.He looked a little weird, and the black shadow on his side made him look a lot older, almost like a skeleton.But when he spoke, his voice was as harsh as ever.
"We must abide by the statute. The statute clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the hegemony competition."
"Hey, Batty has memorized the regulations by heart." Bagman said, with a smile on his face, and looked back at Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim, as if the matter had been satisfactorily resolved.
"Durmstrang will never participate in the next competition!" Karkaroff was furious. "We had so many meetings, and after so many negotiations and negotiations, I never thought that such a thing would happen again! I I just want to leave now!"
"Threats of bravado, Karkaroff!" roared a voice by the door. "You can't leave your champion now. She has to play. They all have to play. As Dumbledore said, it's bound by a magical contract. It's in your favour, isn't it?"
Moody had just entered the room.He limped toward the fire, and every time his right foot landed, there was a loud bang, bang, bang.
"Favourable?" said Karkaroff. "I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody."
Karkaroff tried to sound contemptuous, as if he was dismissive of Moody's words, but his hands betrayed his innermost feelings, they clenched into fists involuntarily.
"Really?" said Moody softly. "It's very simple, Karkaroff. Someone put Potter's name in that goblet, and he knew that if the name was sprayed out, Potter would have to enter the competition. I have a feeling that the person who put the boy's name into the goblet must be a skilled wizard..."
"Oh, what evidence do you have for that?" Madame Maxime asked, raising her large hands.
"Because they tricked a very powerful magic object!" said Moody. "It would take a particularly powerful Confusion Charm to fool the goblet into forgetting that there were only three schools in the Tournament. . . . Guess they must have put Potter's name in as a fourth school and made sure he was the only one at that school..."
Karkaroff taunted this, and nearly got into an argument with Moody.
"How this situation came to be we do not know," said Dumbledore to everyone assembled in the room, "but it seems to me that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Harry and Sherin were chosen for the competition. Therefore, they must abide by the rules of the Goblet of Fire and give their best in the competition."
"Okay, let's continue?" Bagman said, rubbing his hands together, and looking at the people in the room with a smile, "I'm going to teach our warriors, right? Barty, it's up to you Bar?"
Mr. Crouch seemed to wake suddenly from his contemplation. "The first project is to test your guts, so we are not going to tell you what it is. Dare to face the unknown is an important quality of a wizard. The first project will be completed on November 24th, in front of other students and the judging panel. When completing the competition, the warriors are not allowed to ask for or accept any help from their teachers. When the warriors face the first round of challenges, the only weapon in their hands is their wand. After the first project is over, they will learn about the second project. Due to the high requirements of the competition and the long duration, the warriors I will not take the school year exam."
Mr. Crouch turned to Dumbledore. "That's all I suppose, Albus?"
"Yes, nothing was missed," said Dumbledore.
"Wait, Professor, I have something else to do." Sherin said suddenly.
Dumbledore looked at Schelling puzzled.
Schelling said: "Mr. Crouch said that daring to face the unknown is an important quality of a wizard, but I have read a lot of information about the previous Triwizard Tournament, and found that there are endless cheating methods. The professors who understand the content of the competition are scrambling to tell their students the content of the test. I think this is very bad and must be stopped, otherwise there will be no competition."
A shrewd light flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, staring at Xie Lin said: "You mean..."
"It's actually very simple. It's better to make a contract with magic. Anyone who knows the content of the competition must not tell any warriors in any way. If they have the idea of leaking, they will be bound by the magic on the contract and cannot move. The magic on the contract will last until the end of the Triwizard Tournament."
No one knows better than him how bad this game is. For example, the first game-Fire Dragon, every warrior knows what their game is about before it even starts.
Ms. Maxim and Professor Karkaroff looked a little unnatural.
Ms. Maxim said: "That shouldn't be the case."
Professor Karkaroff said: "The Triwizard Tournament has been going on for so many years, and there is no need to sign a confidentiality contract."
Dumbledore looked at Bagman and Crouch, and they nodded in agreement. Three of the five referees agreed, and Ms. Maxim and Professor Karkaroff had no choice but to accept it.
Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, and a piece of parchment appeared, hanging in the air. The tip of the wand glistened, and densely packed words were quickly formed on the parchment. There were various agreements about confidentiality written on it.
With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, the golden names made of magic power were imprinted on the parchment; then Maxim, Karkaroff, McGonagall, Bagman, Snape, Hagrid, Flitwick, Sprout; and finally the four warriors they participated in.
After everything was done, the parchment was ignited by the sudden appearance of a blue flame, and burned cleanly in mid-air at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There seems to be a rope in everyone's mind, reminding them not to do things that violate the contract.
In view of the fact that many readers commented that they didn't know Haierbo's official character design, the author modified "Chapter 42 Nightmare Warning", if you are interested, you can go back and have a look.
@Asia天眼会, my mother has swallowed several of my replies recently, just want to answer your question about Draco, I want to say that the author has a normal mind and will not write about the tragic ending of a fan, let alone touch the thunder of Draco’s death. (If you see it, please reply, if you don’t see it, I will treat it as a pirated version, haha)
(End of this chapter)
