HP Magic Biography

In fact, since Harry had just left, the discussion in the hall had not stopped.

That was the age line set by Dumbledore, and apart from Harry, no one had ever succeeded.

Those unlucky guys who were trying to break through are now walking into Madam Pomfrey's infirmary with white beards.

It can be said that no one knows why Harry succeeded.

Everyone knows Fanlin has been suspended, so...

Maybe Fanlin helped Harry?

Fanlin saw some people sneaking at Fanlin inadvertently.

The four of them are very famous in Hogwarts. It can be said that once something big or bad happens, then it is inevitable that the existence of these four people is taken for granted.

It may be said that Fanlin really has a way to break through, not to mention, in the Quidditch World Cup, he even defeated that vampire.

Is this a recognition?

Let Harry replace Fanlin to complete the event that he cannot participate in.

However, this is a bit too incredible.

"What the **** is going on with Harry, he can't put his name in," Hermione said. "It doesn't work..."

"Maybe he..." Ron opened his mouth, trying to say something, but he couldn't think of where to start.

"It's impossible that he put it in." Fanlin said, "Dumbledore's age line alone has restricted him, and the Goblet of Fire itself is a very powerful magic item, which requires a strong confusion. The curse can interfere with the judgment of the Goblet of Fire, obviously..."

"Obviously, someone wants Harry to participate in the game," Hermione said. "But, can deceive the Goblet of Fire...Professor at Hogwarts?"

"Can you do it?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"Yes." Fanlin nodded. "But Dumbledore has stopped me from participating in the competition. Otherwise, it would be too unfair to the contestants..."

"Fair?" Hermione raised a decibel. "Not letting you participate in the game is the biggest unfairness in itself."

"I think so too. If the restrictions are relaxed, then the representative of Hogwarts will definitely not be Cedric, which is beyond doubt." Fred said.

In fact, this is a semi-accepted fact.

"But why did the Goblet of Fire go wrong?" Hermione asked. "Stump Harry..."

"It's impossible," Fanlin said. "A school can only have one candidate. The Goblet of Fire has already selected Cedric Diggory for Hogwarts, then Harry..."

Fanlin hadn't finished speaking yet, the original closed door opened again, and everyone's eyes focused on it.

Professor McGonagall stood at the door, and it seemed that the people inside were not peaceful, and Professor McGonagall had a cold face.

Everyone looked at Professor McGonagall and seemed to want some answers.

"Mr. Fanlin El, please come over for a while." Professor McGonagall said.

Immediately afterwards, everyone's eyes focused on Fan Lin's body.

"Me?" Fanlin looked very surprised, "but...why..."

"There are some things, the principals of the school need to find out about the situation from you." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips. In Professor McGonagall's eyes, apart from the intention of another conspiracy, there was only a big black. Long gone.

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Fanlin stood up speechlessly, he didn't quite understand why this happened?

Stupid is to suspect that he helped Harry into the Goblet of Fire?

It seems that the impression I left is really deep...

Fanlin turned over and over again, but only thought of such a reason.

...

In fact, the atmosphere in the cabin is a bit tense.

As soon as Fanlin entered the door, Harry cast his gaze over.

Harry was still in confusion.

This is really a coincidence. Everyone present knows Fanlin, such as Furong who asks boringly? Krum was slightly guarded, and Cedric was puzzled.

"You find me, Professor Dumbledore." Fanlin said respectfully.

"Ah, yes, there are some things, I think the two principals still need to verify with you..." Dumbledore said slowly.

Fanlin looked at Mrs. Maxim. This tall woman witnessed Fanlin with a scrutinizing eye.

Karkaroff is too, but he is more disdainful.

"I think we need an explanation," Mrs. Maxim said. "About your friend, Harry Potter..."

"About Harry?"

Fanlin asked back, his expression became a little strange, he looked at Harry, then at the fake Moody, and then...

"We want to know if you use improper means to help your friend, Harry Potter enters the Three Witch Fighting Competition." Karkaroff said contemptuously.

"Improper means?" Fanlin seemed to have heard a huge joke.

"Why do you think about it, or why should I help Harry participate in this Three Witch Fighting Contest?"

"Why?" Karkaroff laughed, "What else can it do? This is the highest honor in the wizarding world and the first place in the entire European magic school. For wizards..."

Karkaroff's thoughts...

To be honest, this matter could have been developed in the direction of a conspiracy theory, but they got it in the wrong direction...

"I don't care." Harry said.

"You don't care?" Snape snorted coldly. "Then please explain, those things that deliberately show the limelight, do you mean that we didn't see what you did, or that..."

"It has nothing to do with me..." Harry yelled, and he thought Snape became even more annoying...

"Helping Hogwarts win, one more chance, is this what you Hogwarts do?"

After questioning the inoculation, even Krum and Furong couldn't help but look at Fanlin more.

The difference is ~www.readwn.com~ Krum is on guard, while Fleur is scrutinizing.

She always likes to do this, as it was when she was at Boothbarton, and Fleur was always able to distinguish what she liked and what she hated with her gaze.

Mrs. Maxim seemed to have been completely led by Karkaroff, this stupid giantess, perhaps she should accept her inadvertent arrogance, this is not a good thing for Hagrid's married life.

Of course, this may be due to insufficient understanding.

Who knows?

Now, there is a big Hogwarts conspiracy posture in the drawing room.

Batty Crouch didn't speak, Moody and Karkaroff quarreled, Bagmon hiding from Van Lin.

He also owes Fanlin gold coins equivalent to the total prize money of the Three Witch Fighting Contest...

This is a sad thing.