#714 - Horus' Bolter, a Gift to the Emperor

“No, I don’t agree.”

Karkaroff said to Peter with dissatisfaction, “In any case, Hogwarts has more participants than our two schools. The winner is always you. We want to withdraw from the Triwizard Tournament.”

“Empty threats, Karkaroff!”

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the door, roaring at him, “You can’t abandon your champion now. It’s also in your best interest. He must participate in the competition. Every selected champion must participate, just like Headmaster Dumbledore said. They signed a magical contract. No champion can escape!”

Mad-Eye Moody walked into the room as he spoke.

He limped towards the crowd.

“Thump! Thump! Thump!”

Each time his right foot landed, it made a loud thumping sound.

“Advantageous?”

Karkaroff glared at Mad-Eye Moody, “I completely don’t understand what you mean, and I don’t know what you’re talking about, Moody.”

Harry, who was beside him, could tell that Karkaroff was trying his best to make his tone sound contemptuous, as if he didn’t care about Moody’s words.

But Harry saw his hands.

Karkaroff's hands revealed his inner thoughts. His hands involuntarily clenched into fists.

“Is that so?”

Moody stared at him and said slowly, “It’s very simple, Professor Karkaroff. Someone put Harry Potter’s name into that Goblet. The same goes for Raven, Tom, Mark, and Loki. He knew that if these names were spat out, these students would have to participate in the competition.”

“Obviously, the person who did this wanted to give Hogwarts five chances!”

Madam Maxime said angrily.

“I agree, Madam Maxime.”

Karkaroff said, looking at Peter, “Even if Mr. Patrick proposes that we can add an extra spot, our chances are still less than Hogwarts.”

Peter, who was beside them, listened to their discussion in silence.

He was very sure that, except for Harry not being put in by himself, these few brats had all put their names in.

“If anyone here has a reason to complain, it’s Mr. Potter, and Raven and these other kids.”

Moody said gruffly to Karkaroff.

Karkaroff sneered, “It’s interesting that you say that, Moody. I haven’t heard them say a single word.”

“Why should they complain?”

Fleur Delacour also stood up, stamping her feet as she said to everyone, “They all have a chance to participate in the competition, don’t they? Ever since we knew the competition was being held, we’ve all been hoping to be chosen and win glory for our respective schools, as well as the prize money and honor. This opportunity is something many people dream of!”

Karkaroff stood up and sneered, “We all know that Professor Moody feels like the whole day has been wasted if he doesn’t discover that a few people are trying to murder him before dinner is over.”

Karkaroff said loudly, “Obviously, he’s now teaching his students to be paranoid, always thinking that someone wants to harm them. I think it’s rare for a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to have this kind of thinking. I wonder, Headmaster Dumbledore, perhaps you have your own considerations?”

“What, do you think I’m making things up?”

Moody roared at him, “I have a feeling that whoever put the names of these underage children into the Goblet was definitely a powerful wizard.”

“Is that so? But, Moody, what evidence do you have for this?”

Madam Maxime looked at Moody with suspicion, frowning as she asked him.

“No evidence is needed. Everything is obvious, because they fooled a very powerful Goblet of Fire!”

A serious look appeared on Moody’s face. “To deceive Dumbledore’s Goblet of Fire, making it forget that it can only choose three champions to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, requires a particularly powerful Confundus Charm… I think they must have put Potter, Raven, Loki, Tom, and Mark’s names in, ensuring that these students would definitely be selected.”

“You seem quite concerned about this matter, Moody.”

Karkaroff said coldly, “But this is just your conjecture.”

Although he said that, he also began to suspect whether there was really a mastermind behind it.

The biggest suspect was Peter Patrick.

After all, the people who were chosen were all his children.

“Actually, I think Mr. Patrick’s suggestion is very good.”

Seeing that Moody and the others still wanted to continue arguing, Dumbledore directly stood up and said to everyone, “I think it’s also possible for us to expand the scale.”

Madam Maxime looked at him, “But Dumbledore…”

“My dear Madam Maxime, if you have other ideas, I’m all ears.”

Hearing Dumbledore say this, Madam Maxime had no choice but to glare at him angrily.

Seeing that no one objected, Peter stood up and said to everyone, “Very well, now that we’ve reached an agreement, let’s discuss some improvements to the projects. Due to the increase in members, the competition projects must also be changed accordingly.”

Bagman looked rather excited, rubbing his hands together as he said, “Of course, now that Mr. Patrick, you’ve become the main sponsor, we will naturally listen to your opinions.”

Then Dumbledore and the teachers followed Peter out, leaving only the few champions on the scene staring at each other with wide eyes.

“Well, we’ve become opponents, Mark.”

Harry said to Mark in a low voice, “But you have to believe me, I definitely didn’t put my name in.”

At this time, Harry’s mind was in chaos, feeling as if his entire brain had been ransacked.

“I know, I believe you, Harry.”

Mark said somewhat guiltily.

He believed that Harry hadn’t put his own name in, but he had indeed put his own name in, and he had also used magical tools bought from Knockturn Alley to conceal his true age.

But now, after listening to Moody’s words, Mark felt that someone must have used an even higher Confundus Charm to ensure that the Goblet of Fire could choose himself and Raven and the others.

Who exactly was it?

Mark turned his gaze towards Raven, Tom, and Loki.

Which of these older brothers and sisters had tampered with the Goblet of Fire?!

Late at night.

After finishing his discussion with Dumbledore and the others about the Triwizard Tournament projects, Peter returned to the guest room prepared by Hogwarts to rest.

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Because it was already too late, Peter planned to rest for the night and then take Diana and the others back to the farm tomorrow.

Just as he entered the room, there was a knock on the door.

“Emperor Papa, are you there?”

Little Horus’s voice rang out outside the door.

Peter opened the door, looking at Little Horus standing outside in surprise.

“Horus, why aren’t you asleep so late?”

“I can’t fall asleep, Emperor Papa.”

Little Horus didn’t know where he had gotten a Gryffindor scarf, wrapped it around his neck, and the air he exhaled turned into hot air.

“Emperor Papa, I’ve developed a bolter pistol.”

After entering the door, Little Horus immediately handed Peter his latest bolter pistol.

“Uh…”

Holding the cold, strangely shaped pistol, Peter fell silent.

This kid, so fast, he’s already created the classic weapon of the Warhammer world?

“Did you develop this yourself, Horus?”

Peter asked him, holding the bolter pistol.

He remembered that in the original worldline, Horus also had a weapon—the Talon of Horus.

It was a large lightning claw with long, sharp silver blades. Each of the five fingers was a blade, and a unique early model of storm bolter was fixed from the wrist to the knuckles, with two ammunition belts feeding the bolter from the right.

He wondered if this kid could develop the “Talon of Horus”.

“No, not by myself. Bubbles and Vi also helped me a lot, Emperor Papa. This is a gift that the three of us are giving you together.”

Little Horus indicated that this was a gift that the three of them were giving to Peter together, and he didn’t take all the credit.

“Although I can’t wave a wand and cast magic like Sister Raven and the others, and I can’t participate in the Triwizard Tournament, the bolter pistol is my weapon. I will use the weapon to protect Emperor Papa.”

Little Horus said confidently.

“Yes, I believe you can do it.”

Peter nodded, looking at the first bolter pistol born in the DC world and the Hogwarts world in his hand, “I like it very much.”

Turning his gaze to the night outside, Peter reached out and stroked Little Horus’s head, saying to him, “Let’s go outside and test its power.”

The next second, Peter quickly retracted his hand.

He couldn’t keep touching this kid’s head.

Otherwise, if the other party becomes a bald head like in the previous life, it would be his fault.

“Okay, Papa.”

Little Horus didn’t know Peter’s吐槽 (tù cáo - complain/roast), and excitedly followed Peter’s footsteps.

At the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, the moon cast a layer of silvery gray on the ground.

Peter raised the bolter pistol and shot it fiercely at a large tree in the forest.

The ammunition containing a large amount of explosive force suddenly bombarded the tall tree.

With a loud “boom,” a deafening sound rang out.

The tree was directly broken in half, and other nearby trees were also affected, with branches breaking and falling down with a “crashing” sound.

Dust rose and spread outward.

Seeing the power emitted by the bolter pistol, Little Horus’s eyes flashed with excitement.

Peter held the bolter pistol, an astonished expression appearing on his face.

It wasn’t that he was shocked by the power of the bolter pistol, but that he had heard a “muffled groan” from a human.