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Ch365- Hogwarts’ Two Champions!

Ch365- Hogwarts’ Two Champions!

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A hush fell over the hall as the flames in the Goblet flared. Sparks flew, and a piece of parchment shot out, floating gracefully into Dumbledore’s waiting hand. He glanced at it briefly before announcing, “The champion for Durmstrang is... Viktor Krum!”

Cheers erupted from the Durmstrang delegation, the applause spreading to the rest of the hall. Krum rose from his seat with a stoic expression, his broad shoulders set as he made his way to the front. His housemates watched him, their whispers filled with admiration and envy.

The flames flared again, and another parchment emerged. “The champion for Beauxbatons is... Fleur Delacour!”

Applause filled the hall again, though it was tinged with more whispers as the silver-haired girl from Beauxbatons stood gracefully, her head held high as she moved toward Dumbledore. Her beauty was striking, and Harry could already see the most boys nudging each other and whispering about her Veela heritage.

Finally, the flames turned blue once more, spitting out a third parchment. Dumbledore caught it and read, “The champion for Hogwarts is... Harry Potter!”

The room descended into a stunned silence, as though the collective breath of everyone present had been stolen. Even Harry wore a shocked expression. Fake, of course—but convincing enough to those around him. Every eye in the Great Hall locked on him, disbelief painted across countless faces.

Dumbledore stared at the parchment in his hand, then at Harry. "Come along, boy," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the tense quiet.

Harry stood, keeping the act going as he slowly made his way to the front. Each step drew whispers, gasps, and the occasional glare. He was halfway there when the Goblet flared again. Blue flames shot upward, and another slip of parchment flew out.

The noise in the hall erupted.

Dumbledore caught the parchment midair and froze, his brows knitting together. He turned it over, reading aloud in a voice tinged with confusion. "Harry Potter... again?"

The hall fell into chaos.

"Again?" someone yelled.

"That’s not possible!" shouted another voice.

McGonagall stepped forward, her lips pressed into a thin line. “How are we to proceed, Albus? Harry’s name was entered twice. We can’t very well make him compete in duplicate.”

Madame Maxime’s gaze lingered on Harry, assessing. “Ze Goblet is binding. But zis... zis is a manipulation!” Madame Maxime declared, her disdain thick. Her hand tightened ever so slightly on Fleur’s shoulder. “Ogwarts cannot ‘ave two champions. It is most injust. And an underage one at zat.”

Karkaroff stepped closer, his voice turning icier. “We were told your Age Line would prevent this sort of nonsense, Dumbledore. If that’s not the case, we might’ve brought a wider selection of candidates ourselves.”

Before Dumbledore could respond, Moody cut in, his grizzled voice low and cutting. “No one’s fault but Potter’s, Karkaroff. Rule-breaking’s second nature to him. Always pushing boundaries—”

“Thank you, Alastor,” Dumbledore interrupted smoothly, his tone polite but firm. Moody’s magical eye twitched, but he fell silent, his sneer firmly in place.

Dumbledore turned to Harry, his expression neutral yet assessing as he peered over his half-moon spectacles. “Harry,” he said, his voice calm, “did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?”

“No,” Harry replied, keeping his tone steady. He could feel the weight of everyone’s stares pressing on him, but he ignored it.

"Did you ask an older student to put your name into the Goblet for you?" Dumbledore pressed.

"No," Harry repeated, more forcefully this time.

Madame Maxime’s snort of disbelief was immediate. "Ah, but of course, he iz lying!" she declared, her eyes flashing. Moody, leaning against the wall in the shadows, folded his arms and gave a faint, derisive shake of his head.

McGonagall’s voice cut through the tension like a whip. "He could not have crossed the Age Line," she said sharply. "And if Headmaster believes he didn’t persuade anyone to help him, that should be good enough for all of us." Her pointed glare landed squarely on Moody.

"Dumbly-dorr must 'ave made a mistake wiz ze line," Madame Maxime suggested, shrugging dramatically. "It iz ze only explanation."

"It is possible, of course," Dumbledore replied politely, his tone carrying no defensiveness.

"Possible?" McGonagall snapped, her nostrils flaring. "You know perfectly well, Albus, that you didn’t make a mistake! What nonsense. Harry could not have crossed that line, and we all know it!"

Karkaroff’s oily smile returned as he gestured toward the judges. "Mr. Shacklebolt, Mr. Bagman, you are here to ensure fairness, are you not? Surely you see the irregularity of this situation?"

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