Fake Moody Was Barty Crouch Jr.

They had no choice but to accept the Goblet of Fire's result, though they believed someone had tampered with that blank slip of paper.

Everyone in the small room came back out, and Harry stood beside Cedric.

Harry noticed Ron's expression and helplessly covered his face. Come on, it wasn't like he had wanted to enter.

Beside him, Hermione gave him a hard smack on the head and said a few more words to him.

After the Silencing Charms on those people were lifted, Muya obediently stood beside Vester as if nothing had happened.

Dumbledore glanced at the four Champions, then looked toward the students below the stage. "This year's Tournament has four outstanding Champions. This is something that has never happened before in history."

More voices rose from the crowd, but they did not last long, because everyone was sent off to bed.

Before leaving, Dumbledore gave Muya a look. Well, the house was going to be lively again tonight.

"Professor Snape, you came too?!" To be honest, Muya truly had not expected Snape to come with Dumbledore.

Snape looked at her, his expression somewhat displeased. "Miss Muya, did you not want me to come?"

Oh no, she had said the wrong thing.

She hurriedly waved her hands. "No, no, I was just a little surprised."

Tom sat with one leg crossed over the other, the corners of his lips lifting slightly as he looked at them. "What tea would you two like?"

Drinking tea in the middle of the night—Muya did not even know what to say about him.

"Oh, no need, Tom." Dumbledore looked at Snape. "Severus, how about sitting with me on that sofa?"

Snape glanced at Tom, surprise in his eyes. Sure enough, seeing and hearing for himself were different. In his memory, Tom had