Dumbledore's Bedtime Drink

The Goblet of Fire was over seven hundred years old. It was, in itself, an exceptionally powerful magical object.

A wizard of great power could deceive it with a Confundus Charm, but forcibly altering or adding to the rules it had followed for more than seven centuries required more than magical strength. It also required a profound understanding of magic and magical objects.

Apart from Dumbledore, the two headmasters and the legendary Auror were all startled by what Vincent had said.

The way he said it made it sound as though he could do it at any moment.

After a brief moment of surprise, Moody fell into thought.

The Confundus Charm could only have served one of two purposes. Next, he needed to analyze that person's true objective.

But just as he began thinking, someone emerged from the room.

Bagman approached with a radiant smile, enthusiastically throwing his arms around Draco and Harry.

Dumbledore lifted the soundproofing charm, and Bagman's booming voice immediately became audible.

"How did the three headmasters' discussion go?"

Madame Maxime nodded at Dumbledore, seemingly deciding not to pursue the matter of Hogwarts having two Champions any further.

Karkaroff gave a cold snort and nodded as well, albeit reluctantly.

The ancient contract between the Goblet of Fire and the Champions had already taken effect. It was certain that Hogwarts would have two Champions in the Tournament.

Besides, they were only fourteen years old. That was far better than Vincent, whom he found increasingly impossible to read.

Seeing that neither headmaster intended to press the matter further, Dumbledore let out a long sigh of relief inwardly.

Barty Crouch and the remaining two Champions emerged from the room at that moment as well.

"We have decided to abide by the Goblet of Fire's selection and allow the four Champions