Five-Champion Tournament

"If Hogwarts had three contestants, then I strongly demand that we be allowed to send more contestants as well." Madame Maxime walked over to Pheobe's side, her expression extremely unpleasant.

"That's right. At the very least, I know of no rule that allows the host to have three Champions. I demand that my students be allowed to continue entering, until two more are added!"

Karkaroff looked every inch the troublemaker, entirely at odds with his rugged appearance.

But Karkaroff was not the only troublemaker. A low, magnetic voice came from the shadows. "Mr. Karkaroff, I think this is all Potter's fault. He always wants to do something outrageous to prove his existence. This time is probably no exception."

Snape's eyes glinted with the malice of a venomous snake.

Karkaroff looked toward the shadows, narrowing his eyes as he glanced at Eli from the corner of his eye. "Oh? Mr. Snape, then what about the other one? You have two extra people."

Snape seemed to genuinely consider it for a moment. "In that case, it cannot be ruled out that Mr. Potter was afraid to cause trouble alone and wanted to drag the innocent Mr. Hall along with him."

"Let's not discuss that for now. Perhaps there's something wrong with Dumbledore's circle. If so, either disqualify the two of them or add more people." Maxime had no interest in playing detective with Snape and Karkaroff, those two old schemers.

"Ah, that is possible." Dumbledore appeared to agree with Maxime.

Eli only laughed inwardly. Even if the Goblet of Fire exploded, Dumbledore's magic would not go wrong.

"Enough! This is utterly absurd!" Professor McGonagall, who had been restraining herself all along, suddenly snapped. "Dumbledore, you know perfectly well that your magic could never possibly go wrong! And I absolutely refuse to believe