Chapter 953 Dumbledore's Bedtime Drink

The Goblet of Fire is over 700 years old and is actually a very powerful magical object.

A wizard with great magical powers can confuse it with a confounding spell, but if one wants to forcibly modify or add to or subtract the rules that have been in operation for more than seven hundred years, then no matter how powerful one is, it is only a threshold and one also needs to have a deep understanding of magic and its objects.

Except for Dumbledore, the two headmasters and the legendary Auror were all frightened by what Vincent said.

The tone of his voice sounded as if he could do it at any time.

After a brief moment of surprise, Moody fell into deep thought.

The effect of the Confusion Spell should be one of two possibilities. The next step is to analyze the person's true purpose.

But just as he began to think, someone came out of the room.

Bagman came over with a huge smile on his face, hugging Draco and Harry warmly.

Dumbledore removed the soundproofing magic, and immediately the loud voice could be heard.

"Three principals, how is your discussion going?"

Madame Maxime nodded to Dumbledore, seemingly not intending to pursue the matter of the two warriors appearing in Hogwarts.

Karkaroff snorted and nodded reluctantly.

The ancient contract between the Goblet of Fire and the warriors has come into effect, and it is a foregone conclusion that two warriors from Hogwarts will participate in the competition.

What's more, they are two warriors who are only 14 years old. They are much better than Vincent, who is becoming increasingly difficult for him to understand.

Seeing that the two headmasters had no intention of pursuing the matter further, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Batty and the remaining two warriors also walked out of the room at this time.

"We have decided to follow the choice of the Goblet of Fire and allow the four warriors to participate in this tournament together."

Bagman's smile grew even brighter, and he hugged Harry and Draco tightly, "See, I told you that you would all participate. You must support each other in the next three events."

Krum had an indifferent expression on his face, as if neither Harry nor Draco posed a threat to him.

Furong was a little dissatisfied, but after seeing Vincent, she couldn't help but feel secretly relieved.

The two men walked to their respective headmasters. Old Barty looked at Bagman from a distance, his serious face full of displeasure.

Dumbledore put his hands on Harry and Draco's shoulders, "Well, I'm sure the Gryffindor and Slytherin students are waiting for you to celebrate together, but I suggest you go back to bed."

After saying that, he looked up at Bagman and Barty Sr. "Ludo, Barty, it's getting late now. Do you want to stay in Hogwarts tonight?"

"No." Old Batty refused without a second thought. "It's a very busy and difficult time right now. I let young Weatherby take charge temporarily. He's very enthusiastic, but to be honest, he's a little too enthusiastic."

Weatherby?

Vincent almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Dumbledore understood instantly, but he didn't show any abnormality. "Well, at least come over and have a drink before you leave?"

Old Batty shook his head decisively, "I have wasted too much time here. I must return to the ministry as soon as possible."

"Well." Dumbledore turned to look at Bagman in front of him, "Ludo, what about you?"

Bagman awkwardly let go of Harry and Draco, "Although I really want to stay here, I still have to finish the live broadcast plan for the tournament as soon as possible. Minister Fudge has urged me several times."

Dumbledore's face was full of regret. "Work is more important. We will always have a chance to sit down and have a drink."

He turned and looked at the two headmasters, "Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, would you like to have a nightcap before you go?"

Karkaroff shook his head. "I'm not used to your taste. Forget it."

Madame Maxime did not refuse.

Bagman and Old Barty left one after another, and then Karkaroff also left with Krum.

Dumbledore led the remaining few people back to the Great Hall, and all the Durmstrang students had left.

Vincent, Harry, and Fleur returned to sit at the Gryffindor table.

All the students looked at Dumbledore in confusion, waiting for his explanation.

"Due to some minor issues with the Goblet of Fire, there will be four champions participating in this Triwizard Tournament."

Dumbledore looked at the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables with a smile, "Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy are both heroes of our school. I hope everyone can give them the same support and stop worrying about who is the so-called true hero of Hogwarts."

The two warriors are a foregone conclusion, but I'm afraid Gryffindor and Slytherin will only maintain superficial peace.

It’s not a one-day thing for students from the two colleges to dislike each other, so it’s actually good enough that they can pretend.

Dumbledore looked at Vincent meaningfully and said, "It's getting late. Let's go back and get some rest."

The students left the hall in an orderly manner. Madame Maxime gave instructions to the students of Beauxbatons and then returned to the long staff table and sat down.

Vincent stood up and said a few words to his friends, then when most people in the auditorium had left, he came to the long table for staff.

There is no way to escape this "bedtime drink", but I don't know what old Deng is planning.

Combining all the clues so far, it is not difficult to guess that the mysterious man in the black cloak has bad intentions towards Harry.

In addition, Moody was invited to the school as a professor this semester. It seems that Dumbledore has long been wary of Karkaroff.

Most of the professors had left, leaving only Moody, McGonagall, Snape and Hagrid.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly at Hagrid, who looked at Madame Maxime reluctantly, but soon stood up and left the hall.

Looking back every few steps, this honest half-blood giant was completely defeated.

Vincent slowly walked towards the table where Snape was sitting under Snape's extremely dissatisfied look.

"Professor Snape, can you please stop staring at me like that? I'll have nightmares tonight."

"Huh--" Amid Snape's continuous sneers, Vincent calmly sat down in the empty chair next to him.

This seat belongs to Professor Binns of History of Magic. It was a bit cold when I first sat down.

After everyone was seated, Dumbledore waved his hand and asked the house-elves in the kitchen to bring freshly squeezed juice.

He first told the two professors who were not present just now about the mysterious man in the black cloak.

Then he looked at Madame Maxime who was elegantly tasting juice, and hesitated for a moment, "The events of the Triwizard Tournament are full of dangers, and our two warriors are only 14 years old."

Madame Maxime immediately became alert, "Professor Dumbledore, do you want to lower the difficulty of the competition?"

"No, ma'am." Dumbledore smiled. "That's not fair, but I suppose you don't want to see two fifteen-year-olds get hurt?"

Madame Maxime understood instantly.

If the difficulty of the competition events is not lowered, the only option is to improve the strength of the two Hogwarts warriors.

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