The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Chapter 266: Quota for Warriors

The way age circles determine age cannot be based on appearance.

Otherwise, there are too many ways to cross this circle. Not only age-enhancing potions, polyjuice potions, and transfiguration spells can turn children into adults.

The soul is something that few methods can change in the current magic world, and it is also the benchmark for most similar detections.

In terms of soul, Mo Bai is indeed thirty-one years old.

Mo Bai sat next to the little girl, "Why, you think I'm old?"

Hermione looked at Mo Bai's face seriously, "It doesn't look like it. You are not a vampire, are you?"

Mo Bai smiled.

"I'm a serious werewolf."

Hermione chuckled, "Nonsense."

Mo Bai blatantly violated the rules and succeeded, which caused an uproar among the students of the three schools.

There are many junior wizards who want to give it a try even if they don’t believe in evil.

As a result, Madam Pomfrey's bed had a few more injured people injured by falls.

What surprised others even more was that none of the referees talked to Mo Bai.

They are all vaguely aware that the age circle is a test rather than a rule.

The result is that more and more little wizards are trying.

Fortunately, the registration period was only one day. Even so, at the Halloween dinner the next day, there were still many little wizards wrapped in magic bandages.

At the dinner, everyone ate absentmindedly, all looking at the goblet burning with blue flames in front of the auditorium.

This is the highlight of the night.

Finally, Dumbledore finished his meal slowly.

He stood up and walked to the front, and the auditorium fell silent for a moment.

Facing everyone's nervous and expectant eyes, the old man cleared his throat.

"Well, it's time for Goblet to make a decision."

"When the warriors' names are announced, they need to step forward and enter the next room through the side door."

"They will get their initial instruction in the Triwizard Tournament there."

He took out his wand and waved it.

In an instant, the auditorium became much darker, and the light of the Goblet of Fire instantly brightened, attracting everyone's attention.

The flame suddenly flickered and turned red.

Sparks splashed, and then a tongue of fire shot up, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out from inside.

Dumbledore caught the parchment, and the old man read the words on it clearly by the firelight.

"Durmstrang's Champion, Viktor Krum!"

"I knew it!"

Ron looked excited, and everyone else applauded and cheered for the first warrior.

Klum's tall and thin figure stood up, high-fived the people around him, and walked to the next room under everyone's attention.

Karkaroff couldn't hold back his lips, "That's great, Viktor! I knew you must be a warrior."

He looked at the other two principals with a confident look on his face, as if victory was already within reach.

The flames flared up again.

"Champion of Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour!"

The silver-haired beauty who had fascinated Ron stood up, walked lightly to the front of the stage, and bowed to everyone before entering the room.

The next second, the entire auditorium fell into silence, and everyone held their breath and looked at the Goblet of Fire.

They all know that the next one to appear is the Hogwarts Warriors.

Some of them looked at Cedric, and some of them glanced at Mo Bai.

It seems that a warrior will definitely emerge between them.

Hermione nervously tugged at her dark-white sleeves.

Mo Bai smiled reassuringly at her, took her little hand and squeezed it.

Seeing that this guy was still interested in eating tofu, Hermione glared at him and twisted her other hand around his waist.

"cough."

Hearing his hum, Harry turned to comfort him.

"It's okay if you're not selected, the semi-finals are very dangerous anyway."

This kid thinks he is nervous?

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you."

The red flame was brighter than the previous two times, and it took a long time to spit out the note.

This flame seemed to be conscious, pulling everyone's sense of urgency until finally, they spit out the note with a pop.

Everyone exclaimed.

Because after holding the Goblet of Fire for a long time, he actually spit out two pieces of brown paper.

Will there be two warriors at Hogwarts?

"This is not fair!"

Before Dumbledore could read the note, Karkaroff jumped out.

"Why are there two warriors at Hogwarts?"

"Calm down, Professor Karkaroff."

Dumbledore glanced at him, and Karkaroff didn't dare to speak for a moment.

"What could go wrong with the Goblet of Fire?"

"of course not."

Karkaroff forced a smile.

Dumbledore looked down at the note and smiled inexplicably.

"Hogwarts Warriors," he held up the note in his left hand, "Ink."

He raised his right hand again and said, "Bai."

The auditorium was silent for a moment, then exploded instantly.

The cheers were deafening, especially the little lions, jumping up and down one by one.

No one doubted that Mo Bai was not old enough.

Hermione looked at Mo Bai with stars in her eyes, while Ron and Harry also cheered and clapped.

Mo Bai stood up with a slight smile and walked across the long table towards Dumbledore.

The two looked at each other, and Dumbledore felt helpless.

But it was not helpless that Mo Bai was chosen as a warrior, after all, it was his idea.

What he was helpless about was what was going to happen next.

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows at him and walked towards the door next to him.

He could feel a line of sight following him, and he knew without looking back that it must be Stringer's old lion.

Dark light flashed under Mo Bai's eyes.

I've given you enough information. If you don't respond, I'll be very disappointed.

Dumbledore looked amused.

"Okay, now our three warriors have been selected."

"Now, we……"

Dumbledore's words were interrupted by the flames rising again from the Goblet of Fire. The flames reflected on his crescent-shaped lenses, blocking his eyes.

He sighed inwardly and grabbed the parchment in everyone's surprised eyes.

There was silence, and he slowly read the name on the parchment.

"Harry Potter!"

Compared to when Mo Bai was selected, there was no applause at this time.

There was a buzz in the auditorium and students were whispering among themselves.

Professor McGonagall stood up and walked over to Dumbledore and whispered to him. Dumbledore nodded and told her to calm down.

Harry was dripping with sweat now, and every sight on his body was thorny.

He was riddled with wounds.

He habitually found friends, "I didn't put my name in, you know I didn't."

Ron and Hermione also looked confused.

Especially Hermione.

She knew that Mo Bai would make some moves during the Triwizard Tournament to get rid of Tosclin Gee's suspicion against him.