Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 272 270. It's not who I want to target, everyone sitting here.
'what happened?Mr. Porter is also in the game? '

'What does he mean?Going to compete with Mr. Dursley? '

'But why did Mr Porter vote for himself so much?Do you feel that you are not confident in voting for one, so you cast a few more to ensure that you are selected? '

'Is that so? '

'Then what's going on now?Is Mr. Porter the fourth warrior, or the fourth, fifth, sixth or ninth? '

The little wizards looked at each other, and after a brief silence, they soon gathered together in twos and threes to whisper, and a buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping.

Compared to the discussion on the side of the little wizard, Karkaroff and Maxim's expressions are very ugly. As for the reason?Need to say more?Durmstrang and Beauxbatons each had only one warrior, so Hogwarts had two contestants at once, which was not a good idea.

"I didn't put my name in." Harry retorted loudly with a look on his face.

In fact, he originally wanted to sign up, but after knowing that brother D would also sign up, he put out this idea.

Not to mention that he put his name in, he didn't even write it.

So the name was definitely not voted in by oneself, but someone pretended to vote for himself!
"Harry, you go in first."

Dumbledore pointed to the room where the three of Dudley entered just now, and said with a blank expression, his voice was calm, and he couldn't tell whether it was joy or anger.

"This is a very boring prank, and I absolutely don't admit this kind of result." Karkaroff was very emotional, his whole face was flushed red, there were veins bulging on his forehead, and the yellow teeth in his mouth were gone after being exposed. The meaning of closing, his voice was so loud that the whole hall was buzzing.

"This is really ridiculous. It has never appeared in any previous Triwizard Tournament."

Perhaps realizing that he shouldn't get mad in front of the students, Karkaroff snorted forcefully and flicked his sleeves, before rushing aggressively into the small room where the contestants were.

Then Ms. Maxim, Dumbledore and several professors followed in.

Only the bewildered little wizards were left behind.

"Karkaroff, this is the content of the contract, and we must abide by it."

After entering the room, Dumbledore spoke, his face still unchanged.

"Observe what? Observe that you have two contestants at Hogwarts? Are you kidding, Dumbledore! You Hogwarts are doing this in violation of the rules." Although Karkaroff calmed down, with a smile on his face. With a cold smile, a pair of blue eyes were as cold as ice: "I don't remember that the host school can have two warriors."

"I want to know too, Dumbledore." Maxim said coldly, his tone no longer as friendly as before, full of hostility: "What the hell are you doing at Hogwarts?"

In the eyes of the two, it was obvious that Hogwarts had cheated, otherwise how could there be two warriors at once.

Two brave men would undoubtedly double Hogwarts' chances of winning.

"Actually, we didn't do anything." Dumbledore said to the two principals, with an expression of 'believe it or not, I believe it', and then turned to Harry: "Let me make sure again, have you Throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?"

"No." Harry said firmly.

"Then did you ask your older classmates to help you put their names in?" Dumbledore asked again.

"No, I have no reason to do so." Harry finished the sentence impatiently, and looked at Dudley: "Brother D, I swear I never put my name in."

He cared more about whether Dudley believed in him than anyone else.

He didn't want Dudley to be misunderstood.

"Harry, I trust you." Dudley patted Harry on the shoulder.

Harry almost burst into tears, overwhelmed by this almost unconditional trust.

Of course Dudley knew it wasn't Harry who voted, as for who.
His eyes inadvertently fell on Professor Moody who stood silent in the corner after entering the room.

However, our professor 'Moody' was also very troubled at this time. Although things developed according to the script he set, the ending was beyond his expectations. He only voted for one with Harry Potter's name on it. Parchment, why are there so many Harry's names popping up now
Goblet of Fire convulsed?

"He must be lying!"

Madame Maxime pointed at Harry and said loudly, glaring at Harry with her huge eyes, as if she wanted to swallow him in one gulp.

"He didn't have to lie."

It wasn't Dumbledore who answered her, but Dudley.

He stood up and silently shielded Harry with his body, protecting him like he did in primary school, completely ignoring the murderous gazes of the two headmasters.

"Why?" Karkaroff questioned Dudley, his eyes blazing, his big yellow teeth bared, "Why do you say he wasn't lying?"

Although Madam Maxim did not speak, her questioning gaze was the same.

"Because the champion of the Triwizard Tournament must be me."

Dudley said lightly, as if he was talking about a very normal thing.

His eyes swept over Viktor and Fleur.

"It was doomed from the very beginning, when I chose to participate in this competition."

That tone was completely natural.

Viktor was stunned, and Fleur glared angrily.

As one of the best students in his school, he has never been looked down upon so much.

"Arrogance, arrogance, and conceit! I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth!" Karkaroff laughed angrily. He didn't like Dudley at first, but now he hated Dudley even more after hearing Dudley's words: "It's really unimaginable. Hogg Does Watts teach this kind of students?"

"Karkaroff, are you dissatisfied with my teaching method?"

A gloomy voice sounded, and Snape did not know when he stood beside Dudley.

Snape told Karkaroff with practical actions, this is my student, I cover him.

"Snape" Karkaroff looked at Snape with a gloomy face, but rarely continued to be aggressive.

Karkaroff and Snape were old acquaintances, having known each other while working for someone else.

Knowing that Snape was helping him, Dudley felt a little warm in his heart.

Snape is fine except that his mouth is a little poisonous and he is a little bit defensive. As for the level of teaching, in fact, as long as you can bear his 'venom' and have a big heart that won't be affected by the other party's spraying, it is actually true. The key to learning a lot of knowledge from his classes is that when students are in danger, he is really there.

This alone can blow up countless professors and teachers.

"You will know later that I am just stating a fact."

(End of this chapter)