All things are three at Hogwarts

The little wizards watched Allen eagerly, because Allen cast the spell silently. They didn't know what method Allen used to break through the age limit and throw the parchment into the Goblet of Fire in front of the three principals. .

The entire auditorium was covered in the students' murmurs. Allen could break through the age limit, and maybe they could too, as long as they figured out how...

"You see, not only can other old wizards vote on your behalf, but powerful confusion spells can also do it." Allen glanced at Karkaroff.

"Dumbledore, what do you think?" Karkaroff's voice sounded very smooth, but his smile had completely disappeared.

"What a genius idea, very talented. We underestimated these students. This is our negligence." Dumbledore praised.

"Not following the rules and trying every means to achieve their goals. Is this the quality that the young wizards at Hogwarts want to develop, Dumbledore? But there is no doubt that you have your own considerations." Karkaroff's The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a forced smile.

"Are you afraid that the senior students of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will not be able to compete with the junior students of Hogwarts?" Allen's eyes were fixed on Karkaroff.

Karkaroff's brows furrowed as he was exposed. He ignored Allen's words and looked at Dumbledore instead, "Dumbledore, how do you deal with it?"

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and pointed it at the Goblet of Fire. A blue light flashed quickly, and the blue flames in the Goblet of Fire rose up and then fell back down again.

"Now, everyone can only vote for themselves. As for the powerful confusion spell, if the young wizard can fool the Goblet of Fire, there is no doubt that he is more qualified than many wizards who have reached the age." Dumbledore calmly said say.

"Dumbledore is right. If you are really powerful, it doesn't matter if you are still young." Ms. Maxim looked in the direction of Beauxbatons, obviously already having a plan in mind.

"Okay then. Let's see who will stand out." Karkaroff turned and left with a livid face.

"Mrs. Maxim, maybe you would like to try the pumpkin pie carefully made by the elves at Hogwarts. The pumpkins at Hogwarts always grow very big and sweet, well, maybe the largest in the world... …”

Dumbledore extended his hand to invite, but Madame Maxime did not refuse and walked in front.

Dumbledore turned back and winked mischievously at Ellen, then followed Madam Maxime.

After lunch, the little wizards talked excitedly about what had just happened. The Ravenclaws who witnessed Ellen putting their names into the Goblet of Fire were extremely excited.

They have long been impressed by Allen's strength and charisma, and they have no doubt that the final warrior of Hogwarts must be Allen.

"Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff and Angelina Johnson from Gryffindor, they all successfully put their names into the Goblet of Fire." Michael glanced at the Goblet of Fire surrounded by the little wizards. , eyes fiery.

"But compared to you, they are far behind. I mean, they have never beaten you in Quidditch." Michael became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Ouch!" Along with the crisp sound of a large piece of porcelain breaking, a sharp female scream attracted everyone's attention.

In addition to the dishes scattered on the ground, Fred, one of the Gryffindor twin brothers, seemed to be caught by an invisible hand and flew uncontrollably towards Angeli who fell to the ground. Na Johnson.

Fred groaned and pressed his whole body on top of Angelina, and whistles and laughter instantly filled the auditorium.

He was suddenly pushed aside by Angelina, and his head hit the ground with a loud "gudong" sound.

The two of them lay on the ground dizzy. After a while, they stood up hurriedly.

"Fred, are you okay?" George smiled more exaggeratedly than anyone else.

"Yeah, not bad." Fred also laughed. "I just wanted to try the floor, um, see how hard it is."

"Not as hard as your head!" George teased, "You'll have to pay for it on the auditorium floor."

"It seems that Dumbledore has really filled in the loopholes of that age. It's a pity that I can't use the powerful confusion spell yet." Fred said angrily.

"There will always be a way." George rolled his eyes and made a face at Angelina, "You two look like a perfect match, and your postures when you fell are particularly matched." George laughed again.

"George, if you feel like you're getting stuck when you're picking out your ears, you should stop going any further."

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, it started to rain lightly, but this could not extinguish the fiery hearts of the little wizards.

Sitting by the warm fire in the common room, listening to the raindrops tapping on the glass windows, and watching the Ravenclaws discussing the Three Witches Tournament animatedly, Allen felt particularly comfortable.

It wasn't until the clock pointed to half past five that Allen got up, preparing to attend the Halloween party and more importantly, attend the announcement ceremony of the school warriors.

When Allen came to the auditorium at the usual meal time, it was almost full of people. A delicious Halloween dinner couldn't quell the restlessness emanating from the students.

"I wish it was Angelina," Fred said as Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down.

"I hope it's Alan!" Hermione said breathlessly. "Ah, we'll find out soon enough!"

Although the food carefully prepared by the house elves was very rich, the little wizards were not thinking about the dinner.

They kept looking away, anxious expressions on their faces in every chapter. They all wanted to know who was chosen as the warrior.

The seemingly extra long dinner was finally over, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state, and the voices in the auditorium suddenly became much louder.

Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent.

"Well, the result you have been waiting for is about to come out." Dumbledore said, "The Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision."

The atmosphere in the auditorium became tense. Even Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim were closely watching Dumbledore's movements, looking as nervous and full of anticipation as the other little wizards.

"Here, please allow me, a bad old man, to say a few words. If you are selected as a warrior in Hogwarts, as long as you are willing to guarantee that you can get an O at the end of the semester, then you don't have to take the relevant courses. If you don't get an O in the end, this course The courses will have to be made up in the next semester using other people’s breaks.”

A smile appeared on Allen's face, and he knew that he had more time to make flexible arrangements.

Dumbledore drew out his wand, and gave it a great flick.

Immediately, except for the candles in the jack-o-lantern, all the other candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a state of semi-darkness.

The Goblet of Fire was now emitting a dazzling light, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames bursting with sparks were simply dazzling.

Everyone was watching and waiting...a few people kept looking at their watches...