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Chapter 248 Five Warriors (5)

"Yes, it is surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin, looking down at Fleur with a smile. "But, as you know, the age limit was only implemented this year as an extra safety measure. Now that their names have spouted out of the goblet, I mean, I think now that we've come to this, there's no room for backstabbering. The rules are clearly written, and you must abide by them."

The door behind them was pushed open again, revealing a large group of professors. Lamia knew almost all of them, such as Karkaroff, Maxime, Crouch, McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Snape.

Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, Lamia heard a lot of discussion in the hall, almost all of which was about her and Harry, but what could she do?

Lamia stood aside, listening to the professors' discussion on the matter, while Harry stood in the corner, far away from the crowd. He did not have Lamia's calmness at all, as if he had done something very shameful.

After a while of discussion, the room returned to silence again. Lamia felt that they had not received an accurate answer at all.

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur said immediately, striding towards her headmaster, her beautiful long hair tossing. "They say these two children are also going to compete. This is ridiculous. There has never been such a precedent!"

Child?

Lamia looked over. No one had ever said that to her before. To be honest, Lamia was older than anyone present, not to mention Fleur.

Even though Harry was a little embarrassed, he couldn't help but feel a little angry at this moment. He couldn't stand being treated like a child under any circumstances. It was too contemptuous.

Madame Maxime had a tall and sturdy figure. She stood with her back straight, and her big head even touched the chandelier above her head.

"What do you mean, Dumbledore?" she said haughtily, glancing disapprovingly at Lamia and Harry, two completely unqualified contestants in her opinion.

"That is puzzling, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff, and it was hard to miss the icy smile on his face, his blue eyes as cold as ice.

"Why can Hogwarts have three champions? Does it mean that the host school can have three champions? I have never heard of that. Did the regulations change and I didn't know about it?"

He laughed briefly, like a crow, and the sound was unpleasant.

"That's impossible," said Madame Maxime, leaning slightly towards the side of her tall frame, her large hand, adorned with many magnificent opals, resting on Fleur's shoulder. "It's grossly unfair that Hogwarts can't have three champions."

"I remember we did an experiment beforehand, Dumbledore. Your age limit is enough to exclude underage competitors," Karkaroff said, his cold smile still on his face, but the coldness in his eyes deepened. "Otherwise, we would definitely have brought more candidates from our school."

"Yes, that's right, Karkaroff," said Dumbledore, shaking his head.

"They have only themselves to blame for this, Karkaroff," Snape said softly, his dark eyes full of hostility. "This has nothing to do with Dumbledore. It's their fault for wanting to break the rules. Dumbledore couldn't have kept his eyes on the Goblet of Fire. It wasn't his fault."

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore did not accept Snape's kindness and spoke in a stiff tone.

Professor Dumbledore now lowered his head. Lamia wanted to see what the old man was thinking through the half-moon glass lens, but unfortunately, he kept his eyes lowered and refused to look at Lamia at all. Even at Harry, Dumbledore only glanced at him.

The debate continued in the field. Everyone had their own reasons, and for a while no one could convince the others.

"Professors, since this is the result, why don't we vote for the name again? I hope the principal's magic still works." Lamia said with a smile.

"I think so." Krum was the first to answer, but the next second he received a glare from his principal and silently retreated to his original position.

Lamia glanced at the burly Krum, "Thank you, sir."

He scratched the back of his head shyly, "That's nothing."

"Professors, what do you think?" Lamia repeated.

Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, who had originally ignored her as a student, now turned their attention to her.

"Bold girl!" Karkaroff said through gritted teeth.

"Dumbledore, you'd better check the Goblet of Fire again, otherwise I'll really think you're too old to use magic smoothly." said Madame Maxime.

"Of course, of course, this problem won't occur again this time, everyone, but—" Dumbledore paused, looked around, and continued, "—I need to remind you that if the result next time is the same as this time, I'm afraid they will only be the fourth and fifth champions."

"impossible!"

Furong said loudly, "They must not be old enough." Perhaps realizing that her voice was too excited, Furong subconsciously lowered her voice.

"Nothing is impossible." Snape snorted coldly, "Potter and this Miss Nocturne are always so unexpected."

"Why not ask Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman, after all, they are the professionals," Karkaroff said, his voice more diplomatic than before. "You two are always the most impartial - you will undoubtedly agree that this matter is extremely inappropriate, right?"

Bagman wiped his round, baby-like face with his handkerchief and looked, with no intention of speaking, at Mr. Crouch, who stood outside the circle of firelight, his face half in shadow.

It looked a bit weird. The black shadow made him look much older, almost like a skeleton. However, when he spoke, his voice was as stiff as usual.

"The regulations clearly state that anyone whose name appears in the Goblet of Fire must compete in the Triwizard Tournament. Therefore, we must strictly abide by the regulations."

"Hey, Barty knows the regulations by heart." Bagman said, with a smile on his face, and turned back to look at Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim. It seemed that the matter had been resolved satisfactorily.

"In that case, my other students must re-enroll." Karkaroff said, his voice was no longer smooth, his smile disappeared, and his expression was very ugly. He already felt that Mr. Crouch had been bribed by Dumbledore.

"We must vote again. As the girl just said, we must keep adding names until each school produces three champions. That's fair, Dumbledore."

"But Karkaroff, I'm afraid that's impossible," said Bagman. "The Goblet of Fire has been extinguished. It can only be rekindled at the next Tournament." Bagman said this very firmly. It seemed that Crouch's words gave him a lot of confidence.

"Very good! Then, Durmstrang will never participate in the Tournament again! How ridiculous! Continue to abide by the so-called rules!" Karkaroff said angrily, "I brought my students here so early and listened to you talk so much, but the result is still like this! As expected, Hogwarts always has so many privileges, it's ridiculous!"