Karkaroff's Hypocrisy

Harry's reaction was the same as Draco's. His mind went completely blank, as if Dementors had sucked out his soul.

The quiet Great Hall became lively again, and waves of boos erupted from the Slytherin table.

Madame Maxime at the staff table let out a sigh of relief, but she quickly grew angry. "Dumbledore! What is going on here? How can Hogwarts have two Champions!"

Karkaroff, on the other side, wore an icy smile. His blue eyes radiated a chill like blocks of ice. "Hogwarts has two Champions? I do not recall anyone telling me that the host school could have two Champions. Did I not read the regulations carefully enough?"

Dumbledore did not answer their questions. Instead, he frowned and quietly exchanged a few words with McGonagall, who had hurried over.

"Albus, Harry did not cross the Age Line. At least, not today."

"I understand." Dumbledore nodded, signaling Madame Maxime and Karkaroff to remain calm.

He looked at the bewildered Harry and called loudly, "Harry! Please come up here!"

Ron gave Harry a push, and Harry rose to his feet in a daze.

As Harry walked toward the staff table, he nearly tripped over his own robes.

Seeing how utterly lost he looked, both Madame Maxime and Karkaroff were immediately puzzled.

Dumbledore looked calmly at Harry, without the slightest smile on his face. "All right... go through that door, Harry."

In over seven hundred years of Triwizard Tournament history, there had never been a fourth Champion.

Dumbledore looked at the two headmasters in turn. "The situation is exactly as you can see. The Goblet of Fire has selected a fourth Champion."

Madame Maxime scrutinized Dumbledore. "It is extremely unfair for one school to have two Champions at once, especially when both Champions are obviously under seventeen."

Karkaroff still wore