On the next day, like on every other following days, Hermione invested the room of requirement, making it a practising room, and kept training Ed, as well as teaching the others the basic spells. As for the goblet of fire, Ed was, as discussed, the only Narnian to put his name in it. However, he watched with amusement as Fred and George attempted to put their name, trying to go over Dumbledore's age limit with an ageing potion. Of course the plan failed, and then ended up, as a punishment, with long white beards.
On the Halloween evening, everyone gathered into the great hall. The goblet was about to choose the champions. Under civil applauses, Fleur Delacour was selected as the champion of Beaubaton. Apparently, Ed thought, the war had taken a huge toll on her beauty. Hermione would later correct him on that point: her traits deformation was the consequence of a pregnancy her large robe was hiding. The applauses were louder when Viktor Krum, the Quidditch champion, was chosen as Durmstrang Champion. With little surprise, Ed's name got out of the goblet, and then Cedric Diggory was the last champion. The four champions where then invited to get to a back room. As Dumbledore was starting a speech, he suddenly cut it short. The goblet was still active, and expelled one last paper before turning out. The long-bearded wizard caught it on the fly, and Glozelle frowned. He didn't know about that.
"Harry Potter!" Hogwarts' headmaster called.
As he caught her eyes, the General thought there must be a reason why Hermione didn't tell him that. She seemed to know the boy. He saw him join the back room under the boos of his schoolmates.
"Headmasters, come with me!" Dumbledore ordered. "You too, Barty. And you Alastor."
Glozelle hence followed him silently in the back room, while Madam Maxim was yelling how all of this was scandalous. Once they arrived, the white-bearded man got to the surprise champion, and Glozelle noticed he had a quite singular scar on his forehead.
"Harry, did you put your name in the goblet of fire?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, sir."
"Did you ask someone to do it for you?"
"No, sir."
"But he's lying, obviously!"
"The boy is as surprised as we are, my lady." Glozelle interrupted. "He didn't want to get in the competition, and this is obvious. And still, here he is. Which means it was Aslan's will. Or Merlin's will, for what I know. And we have to accept it."
"This is treachery!" Karkaroff exclaimed.
"It would need a very powerful wizard to fool the goblet." the wizard with a magic eye said. "Potter is not good enough."
"You seemed to have thought about it a lot, Mad-Eye." Karkaroff insisted.
"It was my job to think like dark wizards, Karkaroff." He replied without caring to hide the threat in his voice. "Maybe you forgot this?"
Glozelle started to lose patience.
"This is not solving the problem." he interfered. "The question is not how nor why. The question is what do we do, now that we have one to many champion, and the goblet is off."
Dumbledore silently thanked him, and turned to Barty Crouch senior with a questioning look.
"Being chosen by the goblet of fire is an unbreakable magical contract." Crouch said. "Potter has no choice. He is now the fifth champion of the tournament."
There was a moment of silence, which Glozelle broke.
"So be it. Are we done, now?"
"I would like to talk to you in private." Dumbledore said. "Let's say in my office, in an hour."
Glozelle nodded, took Ed by the shoulder, and left the room with him, followed by Harry.