Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 403: The Arguable Harry

Mr. Crouch in the shadow seemed to fly out old, but when he spoke, he immediately felt full of power.

"We must abide by the rules. This is the initial contract. All those whose names emerge from the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Triwizard Tournament and complete all tasks."

"Hey, Mr. Batty's rules are very familiar." Bagman said lightly, his face bursting with a smile, turning his head to look at Mrs. Maxim and Karkaroff, it seems that the matter has been solved perfectly. .

"I don't remember the rules that allow the organizer to have two warriors." Karkaroff said coldly, his face turned extremely ugly, "For the sake of fairness, we must display the goblet of fire again and continue to add names until Every school has two warriors. Right, Dumbledore."

"I'm afraid that won't work, Karkaroff," Bagman said. "The Goblet of Fire has been extinguished. The Goblet of Fire will not reignite until the next tournament."

"This is ridiculous, there is no next time. In the next tournament, Demstrang will never see again." Karkaroff said furiously.

"We have done so much preparation, we have had so many meetings, and we have done so long negotiations and negotiations, and finally this is the result? I almost want to leave now."

He looked at Harry again with disgust and said, "Little clever kid."

Har took advantage of his uncompromising gaze and returned to Karkaroff. He said coldly, "Maybe I have a good way."

Everyone was stunned. They turned their gazes to Harry incredible, there was no place for him to speak. Here are all high-level people in the magic world, and they have always made decisions and determine the fate of others.

Unexpectedly, today, they heard in the mouth of the person who was decided that he had a way. This is really an extremely special feeling.

Harry calmly observed the expressions of these people, and the emotions in their eyes were so rich, more vivid and vivid than Malfoy's face-changing mouse face.

Their eyes were shocked, unbelievable, and more contemptuous. They regarded the child in front of him as a fanatic who didn't know the heights of the world, so there was no place for him to speak.

"Yeah," Harry said silently, "There is no place for me to speak, but it is not for me to speak, which is interesting, isn't it?"

A smile hung up at the corner of his mouth, "Since it is now constrained by magic, the game will start as planned. I don't want to worry about who put my name into the Goblet of Fire."

Everyone was shocked. Is Harry crazy? It's time for everyone to judge him. When is it his turn to be qualified to care?

Harry continued to say coldly, "I know, this is very unfair to me, and I have reasons to blame and complain. But as a qualified wizard, I know it will not help."

Professor Karkaroff blushed, "What right do you have to accuse and complain, you shameless liar, despicable cheater."

Harry's words slapped his face like a loud slap. A qualified wizard would not accuse or complain. This is humiliating him, this kid, how dare he.

The other people in the room looked at Harry with inexplicable eyes, what the **** was going on, how could he talk nonsense in front of so many people.

Dumbledore's half-moon lenses gleamed, making it impossible to see his expression. Mr. Crouch's lifeless face, rare interest, showed an expression of expectation on his face, wanting to see what the boy would say.

"This is a conspiracy. Someone maliciously put my name into the Goblet of Fire. He wants to frame me." Harry said flatly, "Everyone should know who is hating me and who wants to kill me, right, It's Voldemort."

Looking at the others, shivering because of hearing the name, Harry's full malice was finally released slightly, and his mood became better.

"Someone wants to frame me, and I don't intend to complain or accuse me for this.

"You are lying. It's obviously that you have deceived the age limit in order to be selected. You are trying to get a 1,000-gold bonus. You are trying to show off. Don't think you can fool me." The husband’s pale face was horrified, and his voice became sharp and harsh.

Harry almost laughed. When he just said Voldemort's name, Karkaroff immediately changed his face, his face was distorted in terror, and he was a coward. Until now, his voice is still harsh.

"Only you think that there are a lot of rewards for a thousand gallons. My subsidy in a mutual aid agency is at least fifty gallons a month. My savings have already been thousands of gallons. I would not go for a thousand gallons. Take risks. Right, Krum, you didn't enter for the prize money either."

Harry deliberately understated his income in the mutual aid agency. He remembered George once saying that the monthly income of teachers at Hogwarts was about five hundred gold gallons. As a student, he should still keep a low profile and don't show off his wealth, which is not good.

Victor Krum did not speak. As a main player in the Quidditch World Cup, a thousand Jin Jialong is nothing but pocket money for him. His income is much higher than most teachers.

Cedric Diggory and Fleur Delacour were seriously injured. The savings Harry confided was more harmful to them than Voldemort's three words.

They glared at the two guys who showed off their wealth. As poor students, their total pocket money never exceeded one hundred gold gallons. One Thousand Jin Jialong ~www.readwn.com~ is a huge number for them.

"Of course, for other students, a thousand gold gallons is a good pocket money, which can understand their enthusiasm for participating in the competition."

Harry emphasized the word pocket money, and then he said solemnly, "After all, they are not like me, who need to face the assassination of Death Eaters and Voldemort at any time."

Harry mentioned the word Voldemort again, which caused another cold sweat in the others.

The others looked angrily at the annoying child in front of them, he did it on purpose, he did it all on purpose.

Harry stared at these angry gazes indifferently. At this time, he was already the height of an adult. A solid and strong body, coupled with the indifference on his face, and the scar on his forehead are undoubtedly revealed at this time.

At this time, some people's minds flashed a little bit of astonishment. They seemed to underestimate this little child, maybe he is not a child. He was the surviving boy who had let Voldemort disappear. He has grown up. At this time, he is a bit colder like that person.

(To be continued.)