The Goblet of Fire is over 700 years old and is actually a very powerful magical artifact.
A powerful wizard can confuse it with Confundus Charm, but if you want to forcibly modify or add to its rules that have been running for over seven hundred years, then even the greatest magical power is just a threshold; you also need a profound understanding of magic and its objects.
Apart from Dumbledore, both headmasters and the legendary Auror were terrified by what Vincent said.
His tone made it sound as if he could do it anytime.
After a brief moment of surprise, Moody fell into deep thought.
The effect of the Confundus Charm should be one of two possibilities; the next step is to analyze that person's true purpose.
But just as he was starting to think, someone came out of the room.
Bagman, with a bright smile on his face, warmly embraced Draco and Harry as they walked over.
Dumbledore dispelled the soundproofing spell, and immediately the loud voice could be heard.
"Three principals, how have you reached an agreement?"
Madame Maxime nodded to Dumbledore, seemingly not intending to pursue the matter of the two Champion appearing at Hogwarts.
Karkaroff snorted and reluctantly nodded in agreement.
The ancient Contract between the Goblet of Fire and the Champion has taken effect, and it's a certainty that Hogwarts will have two Champion participating.
Besides, they are two Champion who are only 14 years old, which is much better than Vincent, who is becoming increasingly unpredictable.
Seeing that neither of the two headmasters intended to pursue the matter further, Dumbledore breathed a long sigh of relief.
Barty Crouch and the remaining two Champion then came out of the room.
"We have decided to follow the choice of the Goblet of Fire and allow the four Champion to participate in this Triwizard Tournament."
Bagman's smile widened, and he hugged Harry and Draco tightly. "See? I told you you'd both participate. You two must support each other in the next three events."
Viktor Krum had an indifferent expression on his face, as if Harry and Draco posed no threat to him.
Phoebe was slightly dissatisfied, but upon seeing Vincent, she couldn't help but feel secretly relieved.
The two walked to their respective principals. Barty Crouch looked at Bagman from afar, his serious face filled with displeasure.
Dumbledore put his hands on Harry and Draco's shoulders. "Alright, I'm sure your classmates from Gryffindor and Slytherin are waiting for you to celebrate, but I suggest you go back to sleep."
After saying that, he looked up at Bagman and Barty Crouch, "Ludo, Barty, it's getting late. Do you want to stay at Hogwarts tonight?"
"No, thank you." Barty Crouch refused without hesitation. "These are very busy and difficult times. I put young Weatherby in charge temporarily. He's very enthusiastic, but to be honest, he's a little too enthusiastic."
Weatherby?
Vincent almost burst out laughing.
Dumbledore understood instantly, but he didn't show any unusual reaction. "Well then, at least come over and have a drink before you leave?"
Barty Crouch shook his head decisively, "I've wasted too much time here, I must get back to the ministry as soon as possible."
"Alright." Dumbledore turned to Bagman in front of him. "Ludo, what about you?"
Bagman awkwardly released his grip on Harry and Draco. "Although I'd love to stay here, I need to finish the live broadcast plan for the Triwizard Tournament as soon as possible. Minister Fudge has been urging me several times already."
Dumbledore looked regretful. "Work is important. We'll have a chance to sit down and have a proper drink sometime."
He turned to the two principals. "Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, would you like to have a bedtime drink before you go?"
Karkaroff shook his head. "I'm not used to your tastes, so I'll pass."
Madame Maxime did not refuse.
Bagman and Barty Crouch left one after the other, and then Karkaroff also left with Viktor Krum.
Dumbledore led the remaining few back to the Great Hall, where all the Durmstrang students had left.
Vincent, Harry, and Phoebe returned to the Gryffindor table and sat down.
The students all looked at Dumbledore with puzzlement, waiting for him to give an explanation.
"Due to some minor issues with the Goblet of Fire, there will be four Champion participating in this year's Triwizard Tournament."
Dumbledore smiled as he looked at the Gryffindor and Slytherin table. "Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy are both Champion of our school. I hope everyone can give them the same support and stop arguing about who is the so-called true Champion of Hogwarts."
The two Champion are a done deal, but Gryffindor and Slytherin will likely only maintain a superficial peace.
The students from the two colleges have disliked each other for a long time, so it's good enough that they can just pretend to be nice.
Dumbledore gave Vincent a meaningful look. "It's getting late, everyone should go back and rest."
The students left the Great Hall in an orderly fashion. Madame Maxime gave a briefing to the students from Beauxbatons before returning to her seat at the staff table.
Vincent got up and said a few words to his friends, and then waited until most of the people in the Great Hall had left before coming to the staff table.
This "bedtime drink" is definitely coming, but I wonder what Old Man Deng is planning.
Putting all the clues together, it's not hard to guess that the You-Know-Who in the black cloak has ill intentions towards Harry.
With Moody being invited to teach at the school this semester, it seems Dumbledore had already begun to be wary of Karkaroff.
Most of the professors had left, leaving only Moody, McGonagall, Snape, and Hagrid.
Dumbledore shook his head slightly at Hagrid, who looked at Madame Maxime with reluctance, but soon got up and left the Great Hall.
He kept turning back to look at her, completely captivated by Giant Half-blood.
Vincent walked slowly toward the table where Snape was, under Snape's extremely displeased gaze.
"Professor Snape, can you please stop staring at me like that? I'm going to have nightmares tonight."
"Heh—" Amid Snape's repeated sneers, Vincent calmly sat down in the empty chair next to him.
This seat belongs to Professor Binns, who teaches the History of Magic. It was a bit cold when I first sat down.
After everyone was seated, Dumbledore waved for the House-elf in the kitchen to bring out freshly squeezed juice.
He first told the two professors, who had just been absent, about the You-Know-Who in the black cloak.
He then looked at Madame Maxime, who was elegantly sipping her juice, and hesitated for a moment. "The Triwizard Tournament is fraught with danger, and our two Champion are only 14 years old."
Madame Maxime immediately became alert. "Professor Dumbledore, are you trying to lower the difficulty of the competition?"
"No, madam," Dumbledore, "That would be too unfair, but I imagine you wouldn't want to see two 15-year-olds hurt, would you?"
Madame Maxime understood instantly.
If the difficulty of the competition is not reduced, then the only option is to improve the strength of the two Champion at Hogwarts.