Chapter 119: Reporting

"Why not just eliminate those who don't meet the age requirement."

At this moment, Madame Maxime said again.

The meaning was very simple: to let John withdraw from the competition and restore the race system with only three Warriors.

The others felt it made sense and looked at John one after another.

To be honest, Professor McGonagall actually agreed.

After all, John was only 12; participating in the Triwizard Tournament might be too early for him.

But she also felt that John's strength didn't need to be worried about, and Harry should be the one to withdraw from the competition, because this might be a conspiracy against Harry.

"Shouldn't it be Harry who withdraws?"

And John asked back unhurriedly.

"First of all, I signed up, and the Goblet of Fire acknowledged me."

"Secondly, Harry himself has expressed that he doesn't want to participate, and furthermore, this might be a conspiracy against Harry, so he should definitely not participate."

John stood with his hands on his hips, speaking with reason and evidence.

They felt it made sense again and looked at Harry.

Harry also nodded in approval, just wanting to say he was willing to withdraw from the competition.

"No."

But at this moment, Old Barty spoke.

"We must abide by the regulations; the choice of the Goblet of Fire has magical constraints. Since he was selected, he must participate in the competition and cannot give up."

He looked at Harry and said faintly.

Seeing this, Harry's mouth, which had just opened, closed again, and he lowered his head.

The others were also silent; clearly, they were all aware of Old Barty's words.

"Then you should have said so earlier."

Only John complained speechlessly.

He had really been worried about being kicked out just now; now he could rest assured.

Professor McGonagall patted John lightly, signaling him not to be rude.

John shrugged and said no more.

Ultimately, everyone had to accept this result.

This Triwizard Tournament would have an unprecedented four contestants.

After this farce ended, Old Barty explained the subsequent competition arrangements to the four contestants.

The Triwizard Tournament competition would test the Warriors' various abilities through three challenges.

The first challenge would be held on November 24th; the content would not be disclosed for the time being, but it would focus on testing the Warriors' courage and adaptability.

Old Barty emphasized that each contestant must complete the challenge alone and could not seek external assistance.

The second challenge would only be revealed after they completed the first one.

Oh right, another benefit is that contestants don't have to take school exams or write homework.

But for John, it was optional; after all, exams and homework were never his burden.

Afterward, Dumbledore let the four Warriors disperse to rest; Krum and Fleur didn't want to bother with the two of them, so only John and Harry walked together.

Harry was miserable the whole time, clearly uneasy and irritable about being dragged into this storm.

"Senior, when in Rome, do as the Romans do."

"Since you've been selected, think about how to pass the upcoming challenges."

John patted Harry's shoulder and comforted him.

"But I didn't even want to participate in this competition at all..."

Harry's tone was still a bit depressed.

"You don't know, when I was selected, the way everyone looked at me was like being pricked by needles."

John didn't care about this complaint at all.

"Aren't I about the same?"

Hearing this, Harry was speechless.

Indeed, when John was selected, some people even scolded him for cheating; he was better off, at least his age met the standard, and no one scolded him.

But what Harry was really worried about.

Was what Dumbledore and the others said, that someone wanted him to participate to achieve some purpose...

For some reason, he thought of Voldemort...

Especially combined with recent nightmares, he could always dream of Peter Pettigrew kneeling before him, plotting how to kill him by relying on him...

Harry felt uneasy, but couldn't be sure if this was just his own delusion.

Maybe he should write a letter to inform Sirius and discuss this with him.

And John watched Harry quietly, understanding that what he was worried about should be the matter of someone signing him up to achieve some purpose.

"Sorry, Senior, I have something to go back for; you go back first."

At this moment, John suddenly stopped and waved at Harry.

Then he turned and ran toward the previous judging room.

In the previous judging room, Crouch and the two visiting Headmasters had already left.

Only a few professors were gathered around Dumbledore, discussing Harry's matter.

John's matter didn't need to be discussed; although breaking through the Age Line was indeed surprising, that was something John achieved by his own strength, so there was no need to worry.

What was really worrying was Harry's problem.

"Albus, Harry shouldn't participate."

Professor McGonagall said to Dumbledore with some worry.

"But Minerva, you heard Crouch's words too; we must abide by the regulations."

Dumbledore looked at the fireplace flames and said slowly.

"Let him and his damn regulations go to hell, Albus; since when did you start listening to the Ministry of Magic."

Professor McGonagall patted the table emotionally.

Dumbledore was silent, and at this moment, Professor Snape also spoke.

"I think we should wait and see."

"Only by letting the person behind the scenes be unable to resist acting can we ferret out the person behind the scenes."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but retort.

"Let Harry, a child, be the bait?"

"Albus, we can't do this!"

And Dumbledore still looked at the fireplace, and finally spoke slowly.

"I think Severus makes sense, Minerva."

Professor McGonagall felt it was unreasonable and turned to walk out.

"Hmm? Professor, who made you angry, I'll help you beat them up!"

But just as Professor McGonagall walked two steps, she ran into John running toward her.

John looked at Professor McGonagall's angry face and volunteered.

"John? Why are you back again."

And Professor McGonagall asked with doubt when she saw John.

"Uh, actually there's something I want to report to you; I didn't think it was anything before, but now I feel it might be related to Harry's matter..."

John scratched his head, poked his head out from beside Professor McGonagall, and looked at Dumbledore inside.

"Headmaster, when I went to the Goblet of Fire to sign up that day, I actually saw a hooded person."

"He was sneaky, and didn't look like a good person at all."

Hearing this, the few people present were stunned.

Professor McGonagall also hurriedly held John's shoulder and asked with a solemn expression.

"And then, did you see what that person did?"

John raised his head slightly and recalled.

"At that time, he was holding a wand in his hand, pointing at the Goblet of Fire and muttering, as if casting a spell."

"And the other hand was holding a piece of parchment, about to be tossed into the Goblet of Fire."

"But because of my sudden appearance, he was startled; after turning back to look at me, he ran away directly through the side door."

Dumbledore's gaze narrowed, the firelight flickering behind his half-moon glasses, and he also asked John.

"Did you see that person's appearance clearly, child?"

"No, at that time he was standing under the Goblet of Fire, his face was all in shadow; I could only see his eyes seemed to be gray-blue."

John shook his head.

Hearing this, the few people present looked at each other.

Gray-blue eyes...

At this moment, Moody, who had been silent, suddenly said.

"Karkaroff, his eyes are blue." ===== CHAPTER 120 =====