A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 603 The Mentally Challenged Cup (Two Chapters Combined)

The Triwizard Tournament, literally speaking, involves three schools and three warriors.

For hundreds of years, and so many times it has been held, everyone has always thought so.

But I only realized today that the number three is not a real number, but an imaginary number.

For example, tonight, the "three" refers to the twenty-three.

Durmstrang had nine, Beauxbatons had seven, and Hogwarts had seven.

Three warriors, that's standard procedure.

The appearance of a fourth warrior... the students could barely accept it.

Then a fifth warrior arrived... The little wizard began to question his existence.

When the sixth or seventh person stands up, everyone will be completely dumbfounded, their brains going blank.

When more than twenty warriors suddenly appeared, each of them had only one thing on their mind:

Am I still half asleep?

School hasn't actually started today yet; this must all be a dream!

Haha, I'm not crazy!

So Gore slapped Crabbe.

Draco is actually a Warrior?

Could this dream be any more fake?

Crabbe thought so too, so he slapped Gore back.

The two of them were slapping each other back and forth, like a Russian slapping contest... the kind where you can't wake them up.

McLagan remained seated, his face contorted in pain.

When the fourth warrior appeared, he, being quick to speak his mind, made a bet with Eloise:

If another brave warrior comes along, he will eat the cup on the spot.

Then, Qiu stood up and slapped him in the face at lightning speed.

He bet that a sixth Warrior would appear, and that he would eat a live slug... Then, George stood up and slapped him again.

After gambling more than ten times, McClargan lost every single time, and his face was swollen from all the beatings.

They gambled away everything edible, even the toilets.

McClargan was furious.

Why should he... He spent fifty Galleons to have an adult senior submit his name.

So many people became warriors, why didn't he become a warrior?!

He's also a big spender on in-game purchases.

If you're talking about other people, fine, but even Ron, Porter's lackey, is a Warrior!

Ron stood up, intending to enjoy the cheers for a while, but seeing the way everyone looked at him, as if he were a fraud, he quickly walked back to his room.

The auditorium was deathly silent, while the rooms were much more lively.

Hermione, Fleur, and Cho were gathered around the fire, whispering to each other.

Cedric and George looked around the room, and all the portraits on the walls seemed to turn and look at them.

A wrinkled witch darted out of her own picture frame and into the one next to it, which depicted a male witch with a walrus beard.

The wrinkled witch began to whisper in his ear.

Krum's face darkened as he noticed six people entering the room.

Wait a minute... wasn't this supposed to be a three-way battle for supremacy? How did it turn into a six-way battle for supremacy?

But judging from the expressions of the other five people, their reactions were indifferent, as if they already knew what had happened.

He's the only one who doesn't know!

This feeling was very uncomfortable. Just as Krum was about to ask something, a commotion broke out behind him.

A dozen or so wizards rushed in through the door, eight of whom were Durmstrang's students.

Krum frowned even more deeply, and looked at a student, saying, "What's going on, Poliaco! Did Principal Karkarov ask me to go back?"

"No." Poliaco shook his head, a smug look on his face.

"We are warriors just like you!"

"That's impossible!" Krum exclaimed sharply. "A school can only have one warrior..."

"But there are indeed many warriors now, even if you might be..." Poliaco shrugged. "I can't understand what happened."

The sound of hurried footsteps came again from the doorway.

Ludo Bagman entered the room. He looked around and said loudly:

"This is too bizarre! Absolutely too bizarre, everyone..."

"Who would have thought that our Triwizard Tournament would have more than twenty warriors?!"

Merlin, this is something that has never happened in seven hundred years!

Krum straightened up, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and glared at Bagman.

It seems that many brave warriors have indeed emerged.

He looked at the others, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.

Everyone else seems to know what happened... except him!

In fact, besides Krum, there were also some students who were quite confused.

For example, Malfoy.

He thought he was the only warrior at Hogwarts!

What's going on?! Three thousand five hundred Galleons, wasn't it supposed to be a buyout of the spot?!

The door was pushed open again, and a large group of people rushed in:

Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.

Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, everyone could hear the buzzing of hundreds of students in the adjacent auditorium.

Mrs. Maxim stood tall and imposing, her head touching the chandelier filled with lit candles.

She was somewhat agitated, her large breasts, clad in a black satin dress, heaving violently.

"What does this mean, Professor Dumbledore?"

"I'd like to know that too." Professor Karkaroff's face wore a cold smile, his blue eyes gleaming with an icy chill.

"Isn't this a three-way battle for supremacy? Why are there so many warriors? Have I not read the rules carefully enough?"

"Actually... I'm also very curious to know what happened."

Dumbledore wore a perfectly timed look of confusion. He glanced around:

"We should indeed only have three warriors, but now..."

Dumbledore gave a wry smile. "You don't think I did it, do you? Why would I do such a thing?"

Maxim and Karkarov exchanged a glance.

Dumbledore really had no reason to create a large number of warriors.

They could understand if there were one or two more Hogwarts students. But now there are far more than just Hogwarts students.

"Ask Stark, shall we?" Crouch suddenly interrupted abruptly.

"He's been in charge of the Goblet of Fire all this time; he might know something!"

Everyone was stunned.

Professor Snape grinned and said in a greasy voice, "I'll go get him."

He was just looking for an opportunity to cause trouble for William. The herbs he had "picked up" in class last time had all been stolen.

It must have been stolen by Shit-da-ke!

Snape had no evidence, but he never needed evidence to do things.

His intuition told him the truth!

Similarly, this incident is also inseparable from him!

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Sitting at the Ravenclaw dining table, William was slowly sipping his black tea.

He glanced at the Gryffindor table out of the corner of his eye; Harry was sitting there, head down, seemingly lost in thought.

There was another important reason why Dumbledore didn't choose Harry to be a champion:

Peter found Voldemort and tortured Bertha, so he most likely knew about the Triwizard Tournament in advance.

If Voldemort doesn't cause trouble during the World Cup, then he's very likely to make his move in the Triwizard Tournament.

Dumbledore stated unequivocally that if Voldemort wanted to cause trouble or be resurrected, his target would be, and could only be, Harry.

Although William didn't know why the principal was so sure, he still thought about it for a while, following this idea.

Voldemort's real target is Harry, and he wants to do something in the competition, most likely... to make Harry a champion!

If William were Voldemort, he would have done the same.

Only by becoming a warrior can he take advantage of the chaos.

Therefore, William cannot allow Harry to become a warrior. He is waiting for Harry to make a move, and then following the clues.

If someone puts Harry's name in, William will be able to communicate with the red dragon in the Holy Grail and slowly find out where that person is.

In fact, William had the twins and Cedric take turns monitoring the Hogwarts map last night, according to time slots.

As long as someone submits a name on the list, it will be recorded.

Unfortunately, all the people who came in the evening were students.

Of course, if it were Peter, he wouldn't be discovered either. After all, his name has long been erased from the map.

William was ready, and Harry's name was prepared to appear in the Goblet of Fire.

But they seemed to be wrong... Harry didn't become a champion, and no one put his name in.

Or perhaps... Voldemort also considered this possibility after revealing his presence in Albania.

So, are you preparing to execute an even more covert plan?

William rubbed his temples and suddenly looked up. The auditorium had fallen silent.

Professor Snape didn't need to say a word; his demeanor was impeccable. He only needed to squint and glance around to shut everyone up.

Even the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were no exception.

This greasy, middle-aged man... he's got something going for him.

Professor Snape walked toward William, and as he passed the Gryffindor table, he deliberately picked a fight and deducted twenty points.

William, holding his cup, couldn't help but laugh.

He strongly suspected that deducting Gryffindor's house points had become Professor Snape's muscle memory.

Even when he's talking in his sleep, he might say something like: Potter... Gryffindor minus five points.

Professor Snape walked to the Ravenclaw dining table, shook his robes, and sneered, "Come on, don't you have any self-awareness? What have you done?"

William took a sip of tea and said softly, "Professor, I don't understand what you're saying."

Snape narrowed his eyes, chose a seat, and without looking at William, frowned and whispered:

"Have you offended Crouch?"

William raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe so. During the summer vacation, he said I burned down Albania's forests."

Crouch did indeed approach William and Hermione about this matter, but his main purpose was to find out about Bertha.

William and Hermione claimed they didn't know, perhaps because he held a grudge against them.

Professor Snape said gleefully, "Then you're in trouble. He just singled you out, saying the Goblet of Fire has been with you all along."

"He has no evidence that I did it," William said calmly.

Snape snorted and said, "You must have made a lot of money, huh?"

William simply smiled without saying a word, neither admitting nor denying.

Snape pursed his lips.

Others may not know, but he does.

William took advantage of the school in various ways, and even conspired with him to sell materials for the eight-eyed giant spider.

William was definitely behind this Warriors incident, and he made a lot of money from it.

"Thank you for the reminder, Professor." William swirled his glass.

Snape was alright; he even informed him that Crouch was the one who betrayed him.

This Crouch... he's in serious trouble.

"Just a heads-up, I didn't remind you of anything!"

Professor Snape suddenly stood up and said sternly, "Aren't you leaving yet? Do I need to tell you what you've done?"

The principals are waiting for you!

William was slightly taken aback, but Snape turned and left, leaving him with only an angry back view.

The auditorium erupted in chaos once again.

It was Stark who was behind this!

William was speechless. He had just praised Professor Snape, and now he had pulled another stunt.

William could have simply gone to his room; at most, people would have assumed he needed to see him for something.

But the professor's shout confirms that he was the one who did it!

Hogwarts is a haven for rumors; people don't need any evidence, they just use their imaginations.

William sighed and slowly walked into the room amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd.

Inside the room, the confrontation continued.

Maxim seems to have started arguing with Karkarov again.

Upon seeing William approach, both of them fell silent and immediately began to stare at him.

"What do you need me for?" William asked. "Do you want me to be a referee?"

"..."

"It's not the referee..." Dumbledore shook his head. "William, you've seen so many warriors too."

We want to know if you were aware of this matter.

William, putting on a convincing performance, frowned and said, "I don't know... I really want to be a warrior too."

To be honest, this is a huge honor.

If I could overcome the age barrier, I'd definitely become a warrior myself!

"But Crouch just said that the Goblet of Fire has always been with you?" Karkaroff's face still wore a cold smile, but the chill in his eyes deepened.

"Why are you, a student, allowed to keep the Goblet of Fire?!" he questioned. "Who gave you that right?!"

"The power that the Italian Ministry of Magic gave me," William said.

"During the summer vacation, I happened to do a small favor for the Minister of Magic of Italy."

"Small favor..." Everyone was speechless.

Saving Venice... could it be considered a small favor?

In that comparison, wouldn't Voldemort just be the village thug boss?

William continued, "I happen to particularly like the Goblet of Fire."

To commemorate my great friendship with the Italian Ministry of Magic, Minister He Wen lent me the Goblet of Fire for research.

I have the authority to dispose of the Goblet of Fire; you're essentially borrowing something from me.

Of course I have the right to decide when to lend it to you.

Is there a problem?

Everyone was speechless. This... of course, is no problem.

"As for why these people became warriors, you should ask them, why are you asking me?!"

William paced around the room, then pointed to a Durmstrang student and said:

"Did I help you become a warrior? Tell the truth!"

"No!" The man shook his head vehemently. "I became a warrior through my own strength!"

"honest!"

William patted Malfoy on the shoulder again. "And you? I didn't help you become a warrior, did I?"

"No, I submitted my own name!"

Malfoy stood there with his neck stiff, as if the greatest insult to him was that people were questioning his abilities.

"Speak louder, I didn't hear you!"

"I voted for it myself!!"

William laughed and said, "Very good, very energetic!"

Snape, standing in the corner, curled his lip.

Let's leave Malfoy aside. If Wesley could become a warrior on his own merits, then the Goblet of Fire wouldn't be the Goblet of Fire.

It should be renamed... the "Idiot Cup".

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(End of this chapter)