Chapter 352 Let Hogwarts win the game

Chapter 352 Let Hogwarts win the game

Amanta just looked at him, her eyes darkening a little. She knew that Julius' smile often hid tricks that were hard to guard against.

But now, she could only try to use him.

"In previous Tri-Wizard Tournaments, in the first few events, most of the contestants challenged each other individually," she said.

"I speculate that, except for the last round, the first two rounds may not be a mixed competition among several schools, but rather a small team from each school that will enter the arena one by one to face the challenge."

Harry lowered his head and thought for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched: "So if we are the first round, the next two groups can peek at how we deal with it."

"Then we know nothing." Draco added, his tone unhappy.

"Not necessarily." Amanta shook her head, frowning slightly, "But we need to be faster and more stable, and especially focus on teamwork."

As soon as the voice fell, Harry and Draco glared at each other and spoke almost at the same time:

"He won't listen to me at all—"

"When he gets nervous, he rushes forward without even saying hello—"

"That's enough." Amanta held her forehead with her hand. "If you two don't learn to control your emotions, we will blow ourselves up before anyone else does anything in the game."

Harry rubbed his nose angrily and said nothing.

Draco turned away and snorted.

"In the final analysis, our disadvantage is too obvious." Amanta continued, "You have also seen that the people sent by Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are all senior students, even adult senior students. Whether it is the control of magic power or experience and skills, they are far superior to us."

Julius had not interrupted until now, now leaning back in his chair, he spoke lazily: "What about me?"

"You?" Harry looked at him and frowned, "You are the most unreliable one, right?"

Amanta raised her eyes to look at Julius: "Yes, we have to include you on our side."

Julius blinked. "I am honored to be your 'burden'."

"What I mean is," Amanta continued calmly, "there was originally no basis of trust between you and us. You are used to being alone, and we have had a tacit understanding for three years."

"But I have the best skills." Julius smiled modestly, "And you have seen my fight in Diagon Alley, haven't you?"

"I admit that you are strong." Draco pouted, "But we don't trust you."

"Really?" Julius leaned lazily on the edge of the sofa, his voice full of laughter, "I thought you didn't always agree with each other - for example, a certain self-proclaimed noble Master Malfoy, and that Potter who just calmed down."

Harry and Draco said in unison: "Shut up."

"Trust can be trained." Amanta interrupted them, "From today on, Julius will join our SO team. We need a team, not four isolated individuals."

Draco sat up straight immediately after hearing this.

"What? No!"

Harry frowned. "If he joins, we'll have to consider whether he can understand us when we discuss plans in the future!"

Julius held up a finger. "I think I understand better than any of you."

"you--"

Harry wanted to speak again, but Amanta's gaze pressed down on him steadily.

"You may hate him, you may not trust him. But this is not a personal matter, it is the honor of Hogwarts."

"Would you," she said slowly, "like to see Hogwarts disgraced before the eyes of all Europe?"

"Would you like to see the headline in the Daily Prophet these days be... Dumbledore is old and dim, and Hogwarts can't even select a decent adult warrior?"

"Of course not!" Harry slapped his thigh, his eyes widened, "I am... Harry Potter who survived a disaster!"

"Thank you for introducing yourself," Draco said coolly.

"Say something too," Harry pushed Draco, "Do you want others to think that Slytherin is holding Hogwarts back?"

Draco narrowed his eyes: "I certainly won't allow anyone to look down on me... and I won't allow anyone to laugh at Malfoy either."

"Very good." Amanta nodded. "That's settled. Julius, starting tomorrow, you will also have to participate in the daily training of the SO team."

"It's my honor." Julius curled his lips and half bowed to her. "It's my honor to serve Miss Merlin."

Harry rolled his eyes.

Amanta ignored him and just lowered her head to flip through the parchment to record tomorrow's arrangements.

Cedric hadn't been chosen, but she still felt uneasy. All four of them had made it, which was more difficult than just watching Cedric compete in the finals.

If Julius is still associating with the Death Eaters, then all this is very likely arranged by Voldemort.

I hope not, but even if not, there is no guarantee that a Death Eater will not take Harry away in some way during the final.

The three materials for Voldemort's resurrection are his father's bones, his servants' flesh, and his enemies' blood...

She lowered her eyelashes to hide the turmoil in her eyes.

"Meet at the Room of Requirement at seven tomorrow night," she said calmly. "Remember to wear protective gear."

"Training for what?" Harry asked curiously.

"Team tactics, reaction, support, and coordinated spellcasting." Amanta answered decisively, "and basic obstacle courses."

"You sound like a professor," Draco complained.

"I hope you won't run slower than an owl tomorrow," Amanta said coldly.

"I'll impress you." Draco straightened his back.

Harry also clenched his fist, full of vigor: "I'm ready."

Julius watched all this from the side, as if he was enjoying a play, his eyes swept across Amanta, Harry, then fell on Draco, and finally fell back on Amanta's face.

He suddenly whispered, "You are so funny."

Amanta glanced at him.

"I hope you will cooperate as well," she said coldly.

"I promise you." His tone was gentle, like a whisper, "I will always stand with you."

suddenly--

"Snapped!"

The door of the common room was suddenly pushed open, and a black figure rushed in menacingly.

It was their amiable and lovely Dean Snape.

His cloak fluttered, his black robe rustled, and he looked as imposing as a bat flying through the night.

The entire lounge fell silent in an instant.

The students were so silent that they even stopped writing. Gore hadn't even had time to swallow the skewer of cockroaches in his mouth, and he puffed up his cheeks and dared not move.

Snape walked up to the four of them, glanced around sharply, and slid his voice like a venomous snake: "My dear godson - Master Malfoy."

"Tell me, are you preparing to set a record for the stupidest team entry in Hogwarts history?"

Draco opened his mouth to explain, but Snape had already turned to Harry sarcastically, "Harry Potter, this time it's not just about eating dessert and causing trouble, a warrior match? Are you sure you're not mistaken for a savior?"

Harry straightened his neck in anger: "I am surprised too, Professor, but now that I have been chosen, I will let Hogwarts win the game."

Snape sneered, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke.

"Of course, there is also our flawless Miss Merlin—" His eyes fell on Amanta, and his tone was sarcastic, "I guess you are not satisfied with breaking the record, and you want to destroy the reputation of the entire academy by yourself?"

"...If we can win, we won't collapse." Amanta responded calmly.

"And you." Snape finally looked at Julius, his voice suddenly cold, "What should I call you? Mr. Hoffman? Or... the Goblet of Fire cheating champion?"

His tone suddenly sank, and he took a step forward, with the sense of oppression increasing sharply.

"I suggest you withdraw from the competition immediately."

Although his tone was cold, there was uncontrollable worry in his eyes.

"This is a competition for adult wizards, and you—" he glanced at them with disdain, speaking in a tone more caustic than ever before, "are just a bunch of self-righteous students who climbed into the competition by cheating."

"I'm not quitting." Harry puffed out his chest.

"Neither will I." Draco clenched his fists. "The Malfoy family does not need to withdraw."

"Professor, the Goblet of Fire's selection of the Warrior has the effect of a magical contract." Amanta said calmly, "No matter what our wishes are now, we must participate."

"Very good." Snape laughed in anger, his black robe almost puffing up with his movements, "Then I want to see who of you dares to touch the Goblet of Fire."

He snapped, "Who is it?"

The three of them looked at Julius without hesitation.

Amanta: “Him.”

Harry: "That's him."

Draco: "Definitely him."

Julius: “…”

Snape's eyes were cold, he flicked his wand, turned his cloak, and whispered coldly: "Come with me, Mr. Hoffman."

Julius pursed his lips, stood up, straightened his clothes, and followed.

Snape led him and disappeared at the end of the passage in darkness.

The three of them were silent for a second.

next moment.

"Hahahaha!" Harry was the first one who couldn't help himself.

Draco gloated: "Finally someone can cure him."

"I hope Hagrid didn't give his nest of Flobberworms to Professor Snape." Ammenta supported her chin and raised the corners of her lips.