Chapter 292 Eight Warriors
"This is……"
Bruce walked over and picked up the severed hand.
Yes, he picked it up directly.
When he picked up the hand, the whole hand instantly collapsed and was completely hollow inside.
"Did you find anything?"
Gryffindor walked over and frowned when he saw what Bruce was holding.
“Is this a human hand?”
He took it from Bruce, examined it carefully, and shook his head.
No.
Gryffindor had seen scenes of blood and flesh flying during the war years, and could tell that although this hand imitated the original to the extreme in every aspect, it was indeed not the original.
He put the fake hand away.
"It seems that there is indeed something more complicated behind this accident at Ilvermorny."
Gryffindor said, "In that case, the group of Ilvermorny teachers and students who are now safe and sound are very problematic."
"It would be better to just lock them up," Bruce said.
After severe torture, someone will always reveal his true colors.
Gryffindor nodded. Bruce's suggestion was exactly what he wanted. That was exactly what he thought.
It's a pity that it doesn't work.
Given the current state of the magical world, anything a little radical could cause massive panic and protests.
Especially since Ilvermorny is from the United States, this involves international issues.
“That’s why I don’t like this era.”
Gryffindor sighed inwardly, his era had passed and he had become a remnant of the old era.
He said to Bruce: "Your idea is good, but we can't be so impatient. Take your time. I will observe them in secret."
Gryffindor finished speaking when a voice suddenly came from the distance.
"I don't understand why Ilvermorny came here on this huge iron bird. Now the bird must have fallen to its death."
"You never understand the American way of thinking. Forget it, just do your work."
Apparently someone from the Ministry of Magic was here to handle the aftermath.
Gryffindor frowned, grabbed Bruce, and the two of them Apparated away.
……
By the time we got back to Hogwarts, it was almost noon.
The hall was very lively, with about twenty or thirty young wizards gathered around the Goblet of Fire. Occasionally someone would come over and throw his or her name into the fire.
After all, there are only a few people who are willing to sign up in public. Most of the students who want to participate sneaked over here in the middle of the night and got the job done.
After all, in this way, if you are not selected, you can still find an excuse to say that you never signed up.
Bruce saw the Weasley brothers trying to cheat with the aging potion, but they were thrown out by the age line and both of them turned into old men.
The people around were laughing happily.
Bruce finished his lunch in a noisy environment, then went downstairs to find a place to study, carefully pondering the magic he had learned from Gryffindor's memories.
He had summoned shadow snakes and plants just as he remembered.
But more variations of the spell could only be figured out by him.
Before I knew it, it was night.
The auditorium was full of people, all looking forward to the result of the Goblet of Fire selection.
Dumbledore said some polite words as usual, then waved his wand, and instantly most of the candles in the hall were extinguished, and the hall was suddenly plunged into a state of semi-light and semi-darkness.
The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, sparks popped out, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out.
Dumbledore took the parchment and read the name on it.
"The champion of Durmstrang is Viktor Krum."
Krum was already very famous. He was a Quidditch player who made it to the World Cup. After hearing his name, he stood up amid the cheers of the audience and walked towards the small house next to the hall.
Then, another piece of parchment flew out of the Goblet of Fire.
Dumbledore just read them one by one.
"The champion of Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!"
"The warrior of the magic house is Taketori Kagura!"
“The warrior of Ouagadougou is Amadou Beho!”
"Miguel Oliveira, the warrior of Castrobusa!"
"The champion of Ilvermorny is Basil Carrow!"
Bruce had already noticed that the people from Ilvermorny had arrived at Hogwarts Castle.
He observed for a while, but found that this group of teachers and students did not show any problems. Everything was normal. They did not feel like they had survived a disaster at all, and they were still talking and laughing with each other.
This is actually very reasonable. To Muggles, an accident like a plane crash may be a catastrophic disaster.
But for wizards, it is really not good enough.
"Basso Carlo?"
Katoom muttered, "Why is the name the same as Clayface?"
"Clayface? Gotham's villain?"
Bruce had heard about Clayface from Owl, a super villain who could take on the appearance of anyone.
Isn’t this right?
Although Batboy felt a little disgusted when he heard the word mimicry because of the Martians, since the contestant from Ilvermorny dared to use this name, don't blame Bruce for trying the opponent's flexibility.
"Whether it's true or not, we have to verify it."
Bruce whispered, "Gryffindor said to be careful about the impact, but I have many ways of interrogating people without anyone noticing."
"That's it!"
Katum was eager to try. It had been a long time since he had to face Barbatos' pursuers. During this year's gap, Barbatos did not feel the rapid progress of Bruce personally.
Even a villain like Mudface can be sent here?
Can he fight? No, he doesn't have the ability, you know?
However, what is a bit confusing now is, if it is really Mudface, and this guy has turned into someone else, why is he still using his original name?
Isn't this unnecessary?
It turns out that I still need to verify it.
"Bruce, after the party is over, we'll go find this guy and see if he's Clayface!"
Katum said, "Beat him up first, we're not afraid that he won't tell the truth!"
By this time, Dumbledore had finished reading out the names of the other six schools' champions. Sparks flew from the Goblet of Fire, and the last piece of parchment floated out.
"The Champion of Hogwarts is—"
Dumbledore sighed inwardly, then shouted, "Bruce Wayne!"
This came as no surprise to Bruce.
He stood up and walked towards the small room on the other side of the auditorium under everyone's puzzled gaze.
Bruce could hear many people chattering along the way: "What's going on? Didn't they say that underage wizards can't participate?"
"Bruce cheated?"
"No way, he looks quite honest..."
Bruce didn't have the energy to explain anything. Gryffindor was right. This time, only he could participate in the competition safely.
Otherwise, everyone is at risk of death.
However, just as Bruce entered the small room, he suddenly heard Dumbledore shouting, "Harry Potter!"
what's the situation?
Bruce turned around suddenly. This was obviously wrong!
Moody was not there this time, so who signed up for Harry?
Katum gloated and said: "Oh, it seems that the protagonist is different from others!"
Unnoticed by Bruce, Harry Potter was also developing his own story line.
Bruce saw Harry walking towards him mechanically, looking so shocked that he had forgotten how to walk.
He came over to Bruce and Bruce patted his shoulder.
"Don't stress," Bruce said.
At this moment, Batboy was actually quite happy.
Fortunately, there is Harry, who can help him bear half of the blame.
……
When we entered the small dark room, the principals inside were already arguing.
"I can't accept this!" Durmstrang's headmaster, Karkaroff, shouted sarcastically, "Does Hogwarts have any insider information? How can there be two warriors?"
He doesn't care about age, it's not an advantage.
On the other side, some headmasters nodded in agreement with Karkaroff's statement, while others remained calm and wanted to see how Dumbledore would explain.
This solemn atmosphere frightened Harry. He could only stand closely with Bruce to feel a sense of security.
At this moment, Dumbledore walked in.
He looked down at Harry, his calm eyes expressionless.
"Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" he asked evenly.
"No," said Harry.
"Did you ask the older students to help you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Professor Dumbledore continued.
"No," said Harry excitedly.
"He must be lying!" Madame Maxime shouted.
"I can't see."
At this time, Snape, who had been silent all the time, stood up.
He came to Harry, patted his shoulder, and signaled Harry not to be nervous.
"Mr. Headmaster, you were a little too serious with Harry just now."
Snape said, "Why don't you ask Wayne how he got the spot?"
"Because I know how he got his place," Dumbledore said calmly. "His name was thrown in by someone else, and I know who it was."
"Then maybe Harry is like that too!"
For Harry, Snape fought against the pressure in the room alone.
"Someone wanted to play a prank, so he threw Harry's name in. Unexpectedly, Harry was better than he thought, so he was chosen."
"How good can a fourth-year student be?" Karkaroff said from the side.
"I assure you, Karkaroff, Harry is a far better student than any of yours!"
Snape had completely given it his all, and acted as if he was determined to protect Harry to the death. He and Karkaroff were at loggerheads, and he seemed ready to expose the other's secrets if they had a disagreement.
Don't forget, you, Karkaroff, were a Death Eater back then!
Karkaroff's neck shrank and his momentum suddenly weakened. He snorted coldly and no longer argued with Snape.
"In short, I believe unconditionally in Harry's innocence."
Snape held his head high and said, "If anyone wants to target Harry, they have to get past me first!"
No one else in the room spoke.
Some people even began to wonder if Snape himself had thrown Harry's name in.
There were many people who had this thought, and Harry suddenly felt a lot less pressure.
"But what to do now?"
Ludo Bagman, the director of the Sports Department in charge of the competition, who had been waiting in the room, couldn't help but speak.
"The Tournament must go on. What do you think of this situation, Harry?"
"Then we can only trust the choice of the Goblet of Fire."
Dumbledore gave the final word, "If the Goblet of Fire selects two champions in Hogwarts, then let the two champions participate."
(End of this chapter)
