The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

Harry sat there, aware that everyone in the Great Hall had turned their heads and looked at him. He was stunned, his mind went blank. He must be dreaming. He must have heard wrong just now.

There was no applause. A buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, like countless angry bees chirping. Some students even stood up to get a better look at Harry, while Harry sat stiffly in his seat, as if frozen.

Professor McGonagall stood up from the guest chair, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, and whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear. Dumbledore listened attentively and frowned slightly. He frowned.

Harry turned to look at Ron beside him. He saw that the students at the long Gryffindor table behind them were staring at him with their mouths wide open.

"I didn't put my name in," Harry said blankly. "You know I didn't."

They also looked at him blankly.

At the guest of honor seat, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded towards Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he shouted again, "Harry! Please come up here!"

"Go ahead," Ron urged quietly, nudging Harry slightly.

Harry stood up and stumbled slightly on the hem of his robes. He walked along the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. He felt that this road seemed extremely long, and the guest of honor seat seemed always so far away. He could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, as if each eye could not be a searchlight. The buzzing chatter became louder and louder. It seemed like an entire hour passed before he finally reached Dumbledore and felt the eyes of all the teachers on him.

"Okay...go to that door, Harry." Dumbledore said, without a smile on his face. Then he looked at Ye Ting again, "Mr. Ye, you are our special guest. Guest

You are also one of the referees. Please come too. We need your help. "

Ye Ting walked along the staff table, passed through the door, and exited the auditorium. He found himself in a small room with portraits of necromancers hanging on the walls on both sides. In the fireplace opposite him, a fire was burning brightly.

As he entered, all the faces in the portraits turned to look at him. He saw a crumpled witch swooping out of her own frame and into the frame next to her, where a wizard with a walrus beard appeared. The wrinkled witch began to bite his ear quietly.

Viktor Lum, Hermione Granger and Fleur Delacour were gathered around the fire. When Ye Ting walked in, Fleur Delacour and Hermione Granger both turned their heads.

When they saw Ye Ting, they looked surprised.

"Here you are, Mr. Referee." Furong stepped forward first and greeted Ye Ting, "To be honest, have you secretly helped your little girlfriend? She is not yet seventeen years old! "

Definitely, it was all in a joking tone, and she wasn't angry at Hermione because she wasn't old enough.

"I definitely didn't help her," Ye Ting shook his head, "This is all due to her own efforts."

"Well, you really sound proud of her." Fleur pretended to be sad, "Are we really a family now?"

"No...no," Fleur's teasing made Hermione stutter. She was not used to her relationship with Ye Ting being made public, "I...we are just ordinary people." Oh my friend.

"Are they just ordinary friends?" Furong suddenly laughed evilly, "In that case, you don't mind if I pursue him, I won't be polite."

"I don't want to!" In this regard, Hermione was no match for Fleur, and she was immediately amused to the point of blushing.

"Okay, Furong." Ye Ting smiled helplessly, "Don't bully little Hermione, I'm here for business." ("Don't call me little Hermione!")

"Okay, okay, let me not talk about the head office. You are so partial." Fleur stopped teasing Hermione and asked instead, "Do they want us to go back to the Great Hall?"

She thought he had come in to deliver a message.

However, before Ye Ting could begin to explain what had just happened, another person walked in from the door, it was Harry Potter.

There was a rush of footsteps from behind, and Ludo Bagman walked into the room. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.

"It's so bizarre!" He squeezed Harry's arm hard and murmured in a low voice, "It's absolutely too bizarre! Gentlemen...ma'am," he walked towards the fireside and said to the other three people.

"Please allow me to introduce - as incredible as this may seem - this is the fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament!"

Viktor Krum stood up straight and looked Harry up and down, a sullen expression on his arrogant face. Hermione looked bewildered. He looked at Bagman and then at Harry, thinking that he must not have heard clearly what Bagman said. Fleur Delacour shook her long hair, smiled brightly, and said: Oh, this is a funny joke, Mr. Bagman. "

"A joke?" Bagman repeated, a little confused, "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Krum's thick eyebrows frowned slightly. Hermione and Fleur both frowned and looked at Ye Ting.

Ye Ting nodded to them to confirm.

"But this is obviously a mistake," Fleur said haughtily to Bagman, "but there is already a contestant at Hogwarts, Miss Granger, isn't she?"

"Yeah...it's really surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and looked down at Harry with a smile, "But you also know that the candidates for the competition are decided by the Goblet of Fire. Since His name sprayed out of the goblet... I mean, I think now that we've reached this point, we can't run away... The rules are very clear, you must Compliance... Harry is going to do his best-"

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, hundreds of students were buzzing with discussion from the auditorium next door.

Madame Maxime straightened her tall figure. Her handsome head touched the chandelier filled with candles, and the mountain peaks under her black satin clothes undulated violently with her heavy breathing.

"What does that mean |Dumbledore?" she said proudly.

"I want to know this too, Dumbledore," Professor Karkaroff said - with a cold smile on his face and a pair of blue eyes as cold as ice, "there are two warriors in Horwarts? I don’t remember anyone telling me that the host school can have two warriors—didn’t I read those regulations carefully enough?”

He gave a short laugh, the sound was unpleasant. .