Chapter 246: Is this the sadness of licking a dog?

After giving everyone time to digest, Crouch continued introducing the next task.

"And the first task will be held on November 24th. This task will test your courage. Now I will not tell you the specific content of the task. All the students and the judge will see your performance."

"The Champions are not allowed to ask or accept help from other teachers in completing the task, and your only weapon is the wand in your hand. Due to the tournament's high intensity and long duration, you will be exempted from the final exam."

"That's all I suppose, Dumbledore?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore, looking at Crouch with concern, "You really don't want to stay at Hogwarts tonight, Barty?"

"Sorry, Albus. Ludo and I have to go back to the Ministry." Crouch declined Dumbledore's invitation, "It is a very busy and difficult time, and I will send my assistant Percy to stay here. We'll leave first."

Dumbledore nodded when he heard the words. When Crouch and Bagman left, Crouch inadvertently looked at Alvin for two seconds. Although he did not convey any information, Alvin understood that he was telling him that Imperius Curse had not controlled him.

"Okay!" Dumbledore clapped his hands, "It's very late today, and thank you very much for your cooperation. I think all the Champions need to rest, don't they?"

The Headmasters/Headmistress didn't want to stay here either. They left the room with their Champions. Fleur gave Alvin a good night kiss, gave him a wink, and followed Madame Maxime.

Cassandra originally wanted to say hello to Alvin. Still, when she saw Fleur like this, she clenched her teeth and left without saying anything.

Only a few people from Hogwarts were left in the room for a while.

"Harry, we are teammates." Cedric reached out and shook Harry's hand.

The original Cedric was also a little unhappy. After all, the only glory was destroyed by Harry.

But after listening to Sirius's analysis. He also knew that Harry did not do it of his own accord, and this kind of competition was also a very dangerous thing for Harry.

"Okay. Diggory, and you, Potter, you go back to rest first. We still have some things to deal with."

Snape's voice was so cold that Harry couldn't help but glance at him.

When he became a Champion, Snape should be furious. Thinking of this, his heart improved.

Alvin wanted to leave but was kept by Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, I don't agree with Potter's participation."

Snape took the lead in expressing his point of view, and Sirius couldn't sit still. "Do you think there is no face for Slytherin students if Gryffindor participates in the tournament?"

Ignoring Sirius' ridicule, Snape still stared at Dumbledore, "I think it's not just him who will be embarrassed if Hogwarts plays at Potter's level."

"Severus."

McGonagall looked at Snape displeased. Although she didn't think it was good for Harry to participate, Snape's words were still too hurtful.

Dumbledore ignored their quarrel but looked at the Goblet of Fire that had been brought in.

"Gaunt, do you see anything?"

Hearing this, Alvin took out his wand and reached in front of the Goblet of Fire. He tapped the body of the goblet lightly, and a wisp of black smoke was pulled away from the Goblet of Fire.

"It smells like Confundus Charm. If I'm not mistaken, it seems to be the Imperius Curse?"

Alvin said with some uncertainty he didn't know whether his judgment was correct.

Dumbledore also stepped forward and pushed his crescent-shaped eyes, his wise eyes trying to find more clues from the black smoke.

Unfortunately, his conclusions are consistent with Alvin's.

"Headmaster, can the Imperius Curse actually be cast on magical artifacts?"

Alvin had learned a lot. He had never thought about using the Imperius Curse in this way.

Dumbledore explained, "The Goblet of Fire is a powerful, magical artifact. He has a part of his own mind, which is very similar to your alchemy creatures. And it will be affected by Imperius Curse because of this power."

Nodding clearly, Alvin also understood what he meant.

At the moment, Dumbledore also has a headache. Why can't Hogwarts be calmer every year?

Now Dumbledore has no clue. He has no idea who is secretly calculating Harry. But he can be sure that this person has bad intentions and let Harry participate in the Triwizard Tournament to achieve some ulterior motives.

Seeing Sirius and Snape arguing, he couldn't help but be upset.

"Severus, stop here."

First stopped Snape, who was about to speak, and Dumbledore said to Sirius. "Sirius, Harry is far from a qualified Champion. Harry will be left to you this time."

Sirius nodded confidently, "Don't worry, I will train Harry to be a qualified Champion."

After saying this, Dumbledore waved more and let everyone leave.

"Alvin!"

Snape stopped Alvin, who wanted to leave, and the two entered an abandoned office.

After a long silence, Snape said, "Who do you think put Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire?"

Alvin shook his head and still had to pretend he didn't know.

Snape also knew that Alvin couldn't possibly know, and he just asked casually without any hope at all.

There was another silence before Snape finally spoke again.

"Harry's safety is up to you. Dumbledore has too many things to do. He can't do everything."

Hearing Snape's plea, Alvin looked at him pityingly.

Even if he hates Harry so much, the person who cares most about Harry's safety is still him.

The fierce opposition in the Trophy Room was also for Harry's safety.

Suddenly Alvin's heart moved. Snape was so worried about Harry. Did he already know something?

Thinking of this, his eyes involuntarily looked at Snape's arm, where his Dark Mark was.

Looking slightly unnatural by Alvin's gaze, Snape subconsciously covered his arm.