Chapter 11:
Professor Dumbledore was fuming. It didn't take a genius to notice that. He stormed straight passed Alistair Moody, and everyone else.
'Harry' He said threateningly, holding Harry by the shoulder 'Harry. Did you put your name in the goblet of fire? Did you did you?'
Harry was a little taken back by Dumbledore suddenly shouting at him, though he realised he should've been expecting it. 'N…no sir' Harry replied.
'Did you get one of the older students to do it for you?' Dumbledore continued, staring Harry in the eyes.
'No sir' Harry's voice was a bit more stable this time. He hadn't done anything wrong.
'You're absolutely sure?' Dumbledore quizzed.
'Yes sir' Harry insisted. Participating in the Triwizard tournament was the last thing he wanted why would he get someone to enter his name.
'But of course he is lying' Madame Maxime insisted.
'To hell he is' Professor Moody said in Harry's defence. 'The Goblet Of Fire is an exceptionally powerful only an exceptionally powerful charm could've hoodwinked it. That's way beyond the talent of a 4th year.'
'You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye' Igor Karkaroff said accusingly to Professor Moody.
'It was my job to think as dark wizards do Igor…remember?' He replied quietly, trying not to act suspiciously.
'This isn't helping Alistair' Barty Crouch said moving between them. His voice was quiet, yet exact as he continued 'The rules are absolute' He turned to face Dumbledore. 'Mr Potter has no choice. He is, as of tonight, a Triwizard Champion.'
Harry looked at Barty worriedly, hoping he'd say the opposite of what he was saying. Everyone turned to face him, he didn't know what to do, or say, so he stood there unmoving, and silent.