Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

Chapter 280 You Called Me Little Baby Yesterday!

After placing the Goblet of Fire, Professor Dumbledore waved his wand again.

Roads of golden light rose from the ground, and finally formed a golden circle, and the Goblet of Fire was located in the very center of this circle.

"As we said when we started school, we would only allow students over the age of 17 to enroll."

Professor Dumbledore pointed to the circle and said,

"But considering that some young wizards are also very good, they should also be eligible to sign up for the election."

"So I cast magic around the Goblet of Fire, and only young wizards over the age of 17 or who can break through my magical defenses are eligible to sign up."

"And if the little wizard under the age of 17 finally chooses the warrior, he must also sign a magic contract with the Ministry of Magic, indicating that he voluntarily participates in the competition and assumes all responsibilities."

"In addition, everyone can only put their own name into the Goblet of Fire. I don't want the phenomenon of underage wizards asking adult wizards to vote for them."

"At the same time, I would like to remind all the students again that this competition is not a child's play."

"As long as you sign up and be selected as a warrior by the Goblet of Fire, a powerful magic contract will be formed."

"This means that the Warriors must come to the game site and complete all the games. They can fail, but they cannot give up participating."

"If anyone wants to refuse to participate after being selected, or give up halfway, even I can't guarantee how miserable his end will be."

Professor Dumbledore's words silenced the auditorium, but soon, everyone became active again.

Isn't it just a little difficult, who would be afraid?

My grades are lagging behind, my sports level is average, my mentality is easy to explode, and I am still very good in other aspects!

How could I be afraid of such a small difficulty?
Every student feels like a Destiny's Child, a true underappreciated genius at Hogwarts.

It's just a small competition, there is no cowardice at all!

After the dinner, the students from other schools began to follow their principals to leave in an orderly manner.

They have their own residences off-campus, such as Beauxbaton's Giant Carriage and Castro Bushe's Giant Treehouse.

Although there was a little problem with the gourd of the Magic Institute and the sailboat of Durmstrang, it did not affect the living.

Hogwarts senior students also left the auditorium in groups.

They didn't vote for their names right away, some people were embarrassed to do so under the eyes of all the people, while some people thought that geniuses should be the finale.

On the contrary, there were some young wizards in the lower grades who were curiously watching around the golden light circle, and were probing by the way.

One of the little Hufflepuff badgers foolishly stretched out a hand, but his hand successfully reached into the golden circle of light.

The little badger was suddenly pleasantly surprised, thinking that he was a legendary genius who easily broke the magic set by Professor Dumbledore.

So he took half a step into the circle of light, and...

There was only a hissing sound, and the little badger was thrown directly outside the golden light circle, and fell headfirst on the stone ground.

When he stood up, a long white beard sprouted from his chin.

The students around burst into laughter instantly, causing the senior students who were about to walk to the hall door to turn their heads frequently, wanting to see what happened.

"Summers! What are you doing!" Professor Sprout suddenly appeared not far away,

"Do you think you can sign up with your level? Hurry up and follow me to the school hospital!"

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In the common room at night, the seventh-grade students were in groups, discussing whether they should sign up.

Angelina and Aliya chatted about something, and then the two slipped out mysteriously.

When they came back, they showed off to others excitedly: "We have successfully signed up!"

There was a burst of applause in the Gryffindor common room, as if the warrior was already a Gryffindor.

But this sentence is really not a big problem, even the Slytherins have to admit that Harley is the most hopeful to become a warrior.

The next day happened to be Saturday, and Hogwarts students had no classes.

Under normal circumstances, everyone will sleep until late to get up, so we must fully enjoy the rare free time.

But this time, a large group of students sat in the auditorium early.

On the one hand, because today is Halloween, the auditorium has a new layout.

A large group of live bats flew around the ceiling, and thousands of little figures carved from pumpkins were enchanted and sang in the corners.

Fresh pumpkin pie and pumpkin juice had been placed on the long tables in the auditorium, but these were not as attractive as they used to be.

Almost all the students were absent-mindedly gnawing on the food in their hands, while putting most of their energy on the Goblet of Fire.

Durmstrang's students entered the auditorium in a long line early, all holding parchments with their names and schools written on them.

They voted in their names in an orderly manner, and then went to Slytherin's long table to have breakfast.

"The people from the Magic Institute have signed up at six o'clock this morning, but the people from Beauxbatons, Ilvermorny, and Castrobusher haven't shown up yet."

There was a girl who came early who kept popularizing science for the students who had just arrived around her.

"I don't know when they will come, I can't wait to watch."

"Harry, are you going to sign up now?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"Wait until noon." Harry shook his head.

Hermione was about to say something, when a burst of laughter broke out in the hall.

Three good friends, Fred, George and Lee, hurried down the stairs, everyone seemed extremely excited.

"Successful!" Fred noticed Harry on the Gryffindor long table, strode over, and said in a triumphant tone,

"Harry, we just got a high-quality aging potion, and everyone drank a drop. Now our age is 17 years old with a magic test!"

"We have already agreed." Li added, "No matter who is selected and wins the championship, the three of us will share the thousand gold Galleons equally."

"Harry, of course we are very confident that you will be selected as the Warriors, but this does not prevent us from giving it a try." George explained,

"Even if you have a 90.00% chance of [-]%, there is still a [-]% chance of picking us, isn't it?"

"Of course I don't care." Harry spread his hands, showing a smirk,
"I am very confident. I believe that I can be selected. I hope you will not be too disappointed when the time comes."

Fred responded decisively with a grimace at Harry.

Hermione on the side couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "Do you think Professor Dumbledore won't consider this situation?"

"I can assure you he's prepared for that."

"Not necessarily." George retorted with a smile,

"Professor Dumbledore has so many things to consider, there must be some negligence."

"Perhaps he has forgotten about the humble potion like aging agent? Then we are making a lot of money!"

"Are you ready?" Fred was so excited that every inch of skin from his hair to the soles of his feet was trembling,
"Let's go together now!"

"Of course, I'll call one, two, three, let's go together."

Li responded, and the three of them took out a note with their names written on it from their pockets, and took a neat step forward.

There was no reaction from the golden circle, which made the three of them happy, and they put their entire bodies into the range of the golden circle.

Immediately afterwards, the hissing sound that had appeared last night sounded again.

Light bloomed on the golden circle, and the Weasley twin brothers and Lee were thrown out of the golden circle together.

At the same time, the three of them also had the same long white beards with a popping sound on their chins.

All the students in the auditorium watching this scene laughed, even the three of them couldn't help laughing after they got up and saw each other's beards.

"I think I reminded you that this magic is not easy to pass through."

Professor Dumbledore appeared behind the three of them, looked up and down their white beards, his eyes sparkled,

"I suggest you all go to Madam Pomfrey, but please be quiet and don't cause trouble for her."

"Our dear school nurse is already nursing Miss Fawcett of Ravenclaw and Mr Summers of Hufflepuff."

"Poor Mr. Summers, he grew a fresh white beard just out of curiosity."

With that said, Professor Dumbledore shook his head and deliberately shook his beard,

"I have to say that none of your beards are as good-looking as mine."

The students around burst into laughter again, but no one dared to try to cross the golden halo anymore.

Harry withdrew his gaze, already understanding the magic contained in the golden circle of light.

It is a very complicated and ingenious magic, but for Harry, there is a way to break it directly.

The easiest way is to walk over directly physically, violently resisting the erosion of the golden halo.

But this method was so inelegant that Harry dismissed it so much that he didn't want to use it at all.

"Let's be more violent." Harry happily made the final decision,
"Anyway, Professor Dumbledore is repairing that magic, and I don't need to feel a headache about it."

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After breakfast, it seemed that Fu Rong hadn't gotten up yet, and the two of them couldn't watch her sign up yet.

Harry and Hermione chose to go to Hagrid's cabin to visit old friends.

In fact, Harry and Hermione resisted going to Hagrid's cabin from the bottom of their hearts. After all, the first few times this term, Hagrid always liked to show off his little treasure to them.

To be reasonable, those fried-tailed snails have nothing to do with the word little baby, okay?
But Hagrid thought wholeheartedly that the snails he bred with his own hands were the best magical animals in the world.

Although they look ugly and disgusting in other people's mouths, their mouths and excretory organs are in the same place, they are brainless, very dangerous, and they like to kill each other.

But this doesn't prevent Hagrid from thinking that these Blast-tailed snails are full of good points, loves them deeply, and wants Harley, Hermione and every student in this class to rub these little cuties.

So Harry and Hermione have greatly reduced the number of times they go to Hagrid's cabin, so as not to torture their wounded hearts.

But this time he had to go, Hagrid wrote several letters to the two, asking Harry and Hermione to help him with some ideas.

Harry and Hermione were a little curious. Could it be that Hagrid wanted to ask them if they had any suggestions for raising snails?

What Hermione would say if that was the case, Harry didn't know.

But Harry would definitely suggest that Hagrid pack and sell these fried tails to himself, and he would use them as a good test tool.

The two walked across the grass and knocked on the door of Hagrid's cottage.

Fang's muffled barking sounded from within, but Hagrid then seemed to reprimand his pet: "Shut up Fang!"

"You're finally here!" Hagrid opened the door forcefully, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"What happened, Hagrid..." Before Hermione finished speaking, she froze in place.

Hagrid was wearing a shaggy brown suit with a yellow and orange checked tie.

He also ingeniously tied the tie in a strange knot, making the outfit even more... weird.

What's even more amazing is that Hagrid probably made a small makeover to his hair.

His hair has been smoothed out into two strands and he has used a lot of hair care products on his hair.

But the quality of the hair care product was probably not very good, because his hair smelled of machine oil and cologne.

And the room is also filled with these two smells, mixed with the smell of high-purity malt whiskey and various meat stews.

Fang Fang couldn't bear it anymore, and desperately rushed out of Hagrid's hut and escaped from this place of right and wrong.

Harry and Hermione stood there blankly for a few minutes, and combined with Hagrid's performance last night, they suddenly realized what Hagrid asked them to do.

After a while, it turned out that Hagrid was in love!

"How is it? Am I handsome?" Hagrid obviously didn't realize how bad his attire was,
"It took me a whole night to come up with what I think is the perfect look!"

Hermione swallowed, and decisively chose not to make any comments:
"Hagrid, where's your snail?"

"Oh, they're out in the pumpkin patch, the pumpkins have just been harvested, and they're eating the rest of the poorly grown pumpkins."

Hagrid waved his hand,

"These kids are presumably puberty, have ADHD, and have been making trouble for me in the house last night."

"So I told them to go to the pumpkin patch to calm down. After all, children can't be left alone, can they?"

"Don't worry about those rebellious children, come and help me as a staff officer, am I very handsome in this body?"

Harry didn't make any comment on this, Hagrid really had a problem with his taste.

But that's also true, though it's a normal wish for a magizoologist to dream of raising a charmander.

But it's not normal to be able to treat a fried-tailed snail as a timid big black dog like Yaya!

Speaking of fried-tailed snails, this is also a group of hard-working children.

They were Hagrid's cutest little babies a few days ago, but today they have become what Hagrid calls rebellious adolescent children.

I don't know if the snails will cry when they know that their good father has changed his face so quickly.

You obviously called us little baby yesterday!
Bah, scumbag!

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(Thanks to "Nine-Tailed Yanhu", "Juan (juan) Hui (hui)", and "Budenglou" for their rewards!)
(End of this chapter)