This Hogwarts is not normal

Since it's not aimed at Hogwarts, then the issue of the Goblet of Fire being tampered with is going to be difficult to deal with.

Vincent sighed softly, "Beauxbatons... or Durmstrang..."

Emotionally, he certainly didn't want it to be Beauxbatons.

As for Durmstrang's suspicion...

The headmaster is a former Death Eater who treats Krum and other students in a completely different attitude. Moreover, it is the only school in Europe dedicated to dark magic education.

Thinking about it this way, Karkaroff is the most suspicious.

Vincent shook his heavy head and asked, "Are we being a little too nosy?"

Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"Think about it, the Triwizard Tournament is such an important event, but the Ministry of Magic didn't send anyone to watch the Goblet of Fire around the clock. Even if this is a school, can't the two directors, Crouch and Bagman, take turns to guard it?"

She knew what Vincent wanted to say.

First, the Ministry of Magic doesn’t actually take the Triwizard Tournament very seriously.

Second, the officials in the Ministry of Magic are too arrogant.

Hermione pursed her lips, "We are indeed a bit nosy, but we...we can't just sit there and do nothing."

If the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked too. With a minister like Fudge, there is no way things can be done well.

Death Eaters had infiltrated the World Cup before, and now during the Triwizard Tournament, someone had tampered with the Goblet of Fire.

Vincent put away his wand. "Even if we make a big fuss now, Fudge, the old fox, will definitely pretend that nothing happened."

It's just a selection of warriors, not unfair treatment during the official competition.

Hermione pursed her lips tightly, "Isn't there anything we can do?"

Vincent put his hand gently on her cheek. "There are so many injustices in society that you dare not even imagine. I know you just want to make the world a better place, but we should first consider the consequences."

He stroked her tightly pursed lips with his fingertips, "Think about it from another angle. If an incompetent person becomes a warrior, can he really win the Triwizard Cup?"

Hermione shook her head, "But I just can't stand watching this unfair thing happen."

Vincent pinched her slightly puffy cheeks and said, "I didn't say I would just stand by and watch."

Dumbledore said that the Goblet of Fire would select the champions from each school on Halloween night, which is tonight.

By then we will know who is the one who clearly lacks the ability but wants to be elected by using despicable means.

Hermione angrily slapped his big hand away, "Then how do you know whether the selected warriors are capable?"

Vincent gently rubbed the hand she had slapped, "It's simple, just find an opportunity to test it out."

There are more than thirty students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang in total. If they can be recognized by the Goblet of Fire based on their strength, they will not be completely powerless.

Hermione's pouting lips puffed out even more. "You're going to make things worse. A large-scale student conflict has broken out in the three major magic schools in Europe. Fudge can't cover it up even if he wants to."

"Don't worry." Vincent put on a harmless expression, "I know my limits. I won't let this escalate into a diplomatic incident."

Beauxbatons is still okay, but Durmstrang will definitely beat them to death.

There was a certain famous football star in particular. Hermione was convinced that his fate would be no less severe than that of the person who had done the deed.

Now that the matter has been resolved, it's time to go back and rest.

Hermione looked at Vincent's expression as if he wanted to get closer but didn't dare to, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Well, I wasn't really angry just now."

Vincent quickly took her little hand and said, "Today is Saturday, do you want to go for a ride outside the school?"

Hermione pretended to be distressed. "It's so late now, isn't it a bit too late to go out -"

Before she could finish her words, Vincent picked her up by the waist, and she was so scared that she had to hold his neck tightly with both hands.

"Put me down quickly."

"No, you are my hostage now."

Hermione looked into his eyes pitifully, "If you don't put me down, I'm going to scream for help."

Despite what he said, she did not resist at all, and her little body even moved towards his arms.

Vincent grinned, "You can yell, at worst I'll block your mouth."

How to block it? Of course, use your mouth.

"Help—Ugh—"

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After a few hours,

The decoration of the auditorium has changed again.

It's Halloween, and a swarm of live bats is flying around the enchanted ceiling.

At the same time, there are hundreds of little people carved out of pumpkins, standing in every corner and looking at everyone with squinting eyes.

Seamus and Dean were eating breakfast and discussing the Hogwarts students over the age of 17 who might participate in the Tournament.

"Some say Wallins got up early in the morning and put his name in."

"The big guy from Slytherin? The one that looks like a sloth?"

"Yes, he is on their school team--" Seamus stopped talking abruptly.

Because the students of Beauxbatons walked into the hall under the leadership of Madame Maxime.

The students surrounding the Goblet of Fire stepped back to allow them to pass in a neat line.

Madame Maxime stood in front of the age line, watching quietly as her students crossed the age line one by one and threw their parchments into the blue and white flames.

Vincent and Hermione came in from outside the castle and arrived at the hall one after another.

When the two came in, a Beauxbatons female student with a scarf covering most of her face had just finished signing up.

Hermione waved gently to greet her, and then whispered to Vincent beside her: "They are signing up."

Vincent also waved and said hello to her, "Who knows if their parchment has their own name written on it, and failing to register doesn't prove anything."

It seems that we can only wait for the results of tonight to find out who is the Black Cloak who tampered with the Goblet of Fire.

After registering, Furong came to Madame Maxime, looked at the two of them nervously and said something.

Madame Maxime glanced at Vincent and nodded.

Soon, Furong walked towards the two of them.

We all know that Beauxbatons has a lot of rules, but I didn't expect that even coming over to say hello to a friend requires the principal's approval.

Putting himself in his shoes, Vincent felt that he absolutely could not stay there.

Furong, wearing a thin silk robe, gave the two of them a standard court-style good morning greeting.

She lifted the hem of her robe slightly, put her right foot in front and her left foot behind, used her waist as the axis, kept her head, neck, shoulders and back in a straight line, and slowly leaned her body forward.

"Good morning, my dear friend."

Vincent and Hermione followed her example and gave her a good morning greeting.

The students of Hogwarts had never seen such a scene before and were all stunned.

If Vincent and Hermione hadn't been in casual clothes, they would have thought they had traveled back to the Middle Ages.

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