Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión) Chapter 104 104: The Fourth Champion, Obviously

The Fourth Champion, Obviously...

"Beauxbatons Champion, Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore announced as everyone watched with excitent. The Goblet of Fire continued spitting out burning papers, naming the chosen one by one.

Fleur, quite cheerful, hugged Stephen before quickly walking toward the designated area.

"The champion of Durmstrang is Viktor Krum," Dumbledore said, reading the newly expelled paper from the Goblet.

As everyone applauded, Krum walked with determination and pride toward the champions' room.

Another paper shot out from the Goblet.

Dumbledore's expression shifted for a fraction of a second—barely noticeable—but a few powerful wizards caught it and beca intrigued about who the next chosen one might be.

"From Hogwarts, Wanda Flal," he announced with a smile, hiding his nervousness about allowing Wanda to participate in the competition.

Wanda happily jumped up and ran to Dumbledore, raising her hand for a high-five. He smiled and quickly slapped her palm before she entered the designated room.

"With the three champions selec—"

Before Dumbledore could finish his speech, the Goblet of Fire flared intensely and spat out another paper, leaving everyone stunned.

"Here it cos," Tony comnted with interest.

"At so point, the surprise wears off with these things," Stephen said as he watched the floating paper. Loki, beside him, nodded with an ironic smile.

Dumbledore swiftly grabbed the paper, read it, and with a serious expression, announced:

"Harry Potter Flal!"

Harry, who was half-standing with his companions, collapsed back into his seat, trying to hide from the many eyes staring at him.

When he didn't co forward, Dumbledore called out again, this ti louder, almost shouting.

"Harry Potter Flal!"

Hearing his na for the second ti, Hermione quickly pushed him forward. Harry turned, looking for help from his siblings, but all he saw were their ironic smiles as they gestured for him to hurry up.

So, nervous and walking slowly, he approached Dumbledore, who pointed him toward the designated room. As he moved, even his grandparents and Natasha watched him seriously, all thinking the sa thing he was.

Inside the room, Wanda was casually chatting with Fleur when they saw Harry enter, visibly nervous.

"Oh, Harry, did they send you to fetch us?" Fleur asked with a smile upon seeing him.

"No, wait, don't say it. I'll guess," Wanda interrupted, extending a hand in front of Harry just as he was about to respond. "You were chosen as an extra participant by the Goblet of Fire. And in a few monts, Dumby will walk in with all the furious professors, completely clueless about what's happening," she said quickly.

Before anyone could say anything, the door to the room swung open, and the headmasters, along with Hogwarts professors and the tournant administrators, entered, arguing as they walked.

"Harry, did you put your na in the Goblet?" Dumbledore asked imdiately upon seeing him, making Harry nearly hide behind Wanda.

"No, sir," Harry answered at once.

"Did you ask soone else to put your na in it?" Dumbledore insisted. Harry shook his head again, assuring them he had no idea why his na had co out.

"Wanda, is this another one of your pranks?" Perenelle quickly asked, staring intently at her granddaughter.

Wanda raised her hands innocently.

"Of course not, Grandma! If it had been , I would've done it with Stephen," she responded quickly. "Damn, I should've done it just to compete against him," she added with a sigh, realizing that would have annoyed her brother, who always said he wasn't interested in childish competitions.

"Are you sure?" Perenelle pressed, her gaze sharp.

"Of course! Your lack of trust makes sad, Grandma," Wanda said, pretending to be indignantly accused like an innocent child.

Sigh... "Alright, if it wasn't you, it doesn't matter. What do we do, Dumbledore?" Perenelle asked, watching her granddaughter's antics. She knew Wanda would never endanger her younger brother, so she believed her and quickly turned to Dumbledore.

"What does it matter? It's great that Harry is competing and showing his power," Sirius said, patting Harry on the back proudly.

"You'd better stay quiet when the adults are talking, Black," Snape retorted, looking at Sirius as if he were an idiot.

"This is obviously unfair! Hogwarts has two champions!" Mada Maxi protested, interrupting the childish bickering of the two adults.

"Can't he simply withdraw?" Professor Flitwick asked.

anwhile, Grindelwald and Nicolas Flal watched the scene calmly.

"Just have him not compete," McGonagall suggested.

But Mad-Eye Moody imdiately intervened.

"No. Once the Goblet selects soone, a magical contract is ford," he explained, surprising the champions, who were unaware of this rule.

"Well then, we just have to destroy the Goblet," Wanda said, walking casually toward Filch, who had brought it along.

"Stay put, idiot!" a voice said as a hand grabbed Wanda's head.

Annoyed, Wanda was about to punch the person behind her, but recognizing the voice imdiately, she stopped. It was Stephen, who had suddenly appeared in the room.

"Grandpa has your favorite sweets hidden in the second pocket," Stephen whispered, distracting his sister to prevent her from causing trouble.

Hearing that, Wanda spun around and pounced on her grandfather, who had been watching the interaction like a spectator. Nicolas barely had ti to react before being tackled by his granddaughter, betrayed by his eldest grandson.

"Stephen, do you have any ideas?" Perenelle asked, knowing that when her grandson took things seriously, he always found a solution.

"Yes, many, actually. But first, I need to hear sothing," Stephen said, turning his gaze to Harry, who remained in the center of the room, listening to everyone speak without being able to intervene. "Harry, what do you want to do?"

His question took everyone by surprise.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Flal? Obviously, Harry has to compete. The magical contract binds him," Moody said irritably.

Stephen rely cast him an indifferent look and refocused on Harry.

"Harry, what do you want to do? If you want, I can destroy the Goblet, and the contract will disappear," Stephen said casually.

The tournant organizers tensed up, knowing that if that happened, they would be held responsible and possibly fired.

"But if you want to compete, we'll support you as always," he added.

Harry looked around the room, thinking about his answer. Perenelle shook her head with resignation. She knew her grandchildren too well, but no matter what they decided, she would support them with all her heart. Nicolas, on the other hand, remained calm. He knew his grandchildren were capable of wonderful things and trusted them completely.

"I didn't put my na in, but if I have to compete, I'd like to do it," Harry said bravely.

"Good. Then Harry will be Hogwarts' champion," Stephen declared with a smile.

"That's the spirit, Harry! Your parents would be proud," Sirius said cheerfully.

"But still, it's unfair that Hogwarts has an extra competitor," Mada Maxi insisted, looking at Stephen.

"Well, I see it as pretty balanced. Even though Harry is younger, he's strong enough to stand against the other two champions. Besides, Wanda only entered the competition to play around. And I'm quite sure that once she gets bored, she'll do sothing crazy without caring about the gas," Stephen said calmly.

Everyone turned their eyes to Wanda, who was currently chatting with Dumbledore.

anwhile, the headmaster—who should have been dealing with the situation—was instead exchanging candies with Wanda, showing no concern for his responsibilities. The sight made Stephen frown in annoyance.

["This old man has been way too relaxed ever since I started helping Harry. Just one Grindelwald wasn't enough, maybe…"] Stephen thought with irritation.

"I have no problem with it," Grindelwald said with a smile, interested in how things would unfold.

"Sigh... Fine, if Stephen says so, I can reluctantly accept it," Mada Maxi said.

"Alright, if Harry wants to compete, we just have to support him," Nicolas said, touching his wife's shoulder to reassure her. After all, they were here to ensure Harry didn't get hurt, and his siblings were always nearby.

"What are we going to do about the obvious trap that's been set up?" Snape asked, drawing everyone's attention.

"Well, that's simple," Stephen said as he walked toward Moody.

"What do you want, boy?" "Moody" asked as Stephen approached.

"You know, Moody, when I beca an Auror instructor, I created a spell that sealed the mories of everyone who learned Eldritch magic in case they were captured. That way, a dark wizard could never learn this magic just by reading their mories," Stephen said, surprising everyone. "Therefore, even if soone impersonated an Auror using those mories, they would never be able to use Eldritch magic."

"And since I was the one who taught that magic, they wouldn't rember either. By the way, you gave a nickna that only you could use if you recognized , just in case you were ever captured. And since you saw , you never once called by that nickna," he added with a mocking smile.

The implication was clear.

Moody stared at Stephen for a mont before suddenly grabbing his cane and attempting to attack him.

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