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"Do you think aging agents can fool Dumbledore's age limit?" Looking at the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan who were discussing excitedly, Hermione curled her lips and asked me, "Dumbledore will definitely consider this." This situation, right? I don’t think they could have fooled him, to be honest, it’s irresponsible to themselves, those three projects must be very, very dangerous—ouch!”

She was pushed several times by a large group of girls who wanted Krum's autograph. Fortunately, there were enough people so that she didn't fall directly to the ground. She let go of the clothes of a Durmstrang student she just grabbed in a hurry: "Sorry sorry, I didn't mean to—"

Then she stared at Viktor Krum who politely supported her arm with wide eyes, swallowed the apology back into her mouth, turned her head and walked away.

"Why should I apologize to the perpetrator?" She frowned and pulled me away (I was still looking around trying to find my mother in a corner), "I don't understand, the fame of a big Quidditch star is not enough Him? If he becomes a warrior of Durmstrang, will those girls go crazy..."

"You don't like him because Ron Weasley likes him too much?" I tilt my head at her.

In fact, I said it casually, and I didn't even know why I came to this conclusion suddenly, but Hermione stopped as if she had hit an impediment spell head-on, opened her mouth for a long time and said, "No one likes someone all day long." Say a name in your ear, don't you?"

Obviously there were only less than twenty people in Hogwarts, but it suddenly seemed that even passing through the hall became a difficult task.We couldn't see anything, and Talus and Potter looked ahead on tiptoe and said that the headmaster of Durmstrang seemed to be talking to Longbottom, and then Professor Moody pushed through the crowd to say something to them Then, the talents in front began to slowly spread out.

"It's normal, there are many books about Neville even in Asia." Hermione looked at us all looking at her, and explained impatiently, "Of course I read the English translation! But if I hadn't already The runes that I took were difficult, and I did want to take another language that wasn't Latin—what's the surprise?"

The existence of the Goblet of Fire made no one want to sleep in on such a Saturday. Everyone gathered around the foyer to probe their brains, eager to know who had voted their names in.It's kind of embarrassing, I have to agree with Porter when he said in the lounge last night that he would never put his name in the public eye if he wanted to - those of us who knew he had an invisibility cloak laughed up.

The Weasley twins obviously didn't think so, and they were just about to circle the Great Hall before throwing their names in the Goblet of Fire.Holding a box of badges, Hermione, who failed to persuade Hagrid to join the club, shook her head: "Dumbledore has definitely considered such a thing."

"Dear Hermione." Fred (I read the note in his hand, and I finally figured out who the twins are), "Many people think that it takes the most advanced magician to fool the greatest wizard of our time." magic, but in fact, the more advanced people are, the more likely they are to overlook shallow loopholes—they don’t care about it, understand?”

Hermione was clearly not persuaded by this reasoning, and she folded her arms.

"A thousand galleons! If one of us wins we'll share it." George's eyes sparkled ("I don't understand, Ron, they just won a lot of money on the World Cup!" Too much, Hermione.").

For a moment we all thought they had made it, because they had indeed crossed the age line and reached the bottom of the Goblet of Fire, but it was only for a moment.With a loud explosion, they were thrown out alive and made intimate contact with the cold ground. When the smoke cleared, we all laughed, because the Weasley twins had white spots under their chins. , Like Dumbledore's white beard.

"A beautiful theory that made me reflect, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore came out of the Great Hall, his voice low and looking amused, "I think that's why your beards are better than others you've tried to fool." The reason why people in the age group are much more beautiful, go to Madam Pomfrey, she has prepared enough potions for you to recover."

Throughout the day, everyone was discussing fiercely which college's so-and-so had thrown the note into the Goblet of Fire, and gave warm applause to the senior students who signed up for their own college.Gryffindors, relieved after Angelina Johnson put her name in the Goblet of Fire, would now rather have Hufflepuff Cedric Diggory as a warrior than Slytherin Wolverine. Linton being a warrior—of course, he fantasizes that he is old enough, and some people have already begun to imagine the scene of winning the trophy in the next Triwizard Tournament.

"We'll be graduating in the next class." Potter tossed the Snitch model in his hand regretfully, "Talus, you said...that age line can distinguish Animagus ?"

"We're a bit slow, aren't we? Otherwise, we can try it." Blake flipped through the homework in his hand and said, "It's a big deal to grow a beard, I don't care."

After listening to their conversation, I silently huddled in my chair and continued to read the Occlumency notes in my hand. I couldn't help thinking that violating the school rules was no longer enough to satisfy Potter and the others, why I wasn't surprised at all.

I have roughly read this notebook from the beginning to the end, but I have to admit in frustration that it is not much different from not reading it. So far, I have only a little understanding of Legilimency and Occlumency , is no different from what can be found in the library - it is useless to look at it, even if I follow the instructions in the notes to let my brain empty, it is just my subjective thinking that I have done it, no one can use Legilimency to test my performance.I almost immediately thought of Draco, but shook my head and dismissed the idea—should he use Legilimency to see the weird things I dreamed about at night?He must have laughed at me for at least a whole year.

This may be the most absent-minded Halloween banquet that everyone eats. Almost everyone doesn't care much about what they eat into their mouths. A slight fluctuation of the dark blue flame in the Goblet of Fire will cause commotion in the auditorium, as if I was worried that there would be notes spraying out of it in advance.

Finally, the sound of the entire Great Hall died away as Dumbledore stood up. Unlike Dumbledore, who was smiling and seemed quite at ease, the headmasters of the other two schools looked as nervous as their students.I noticed that Mr. Crouch seemed absent-minded. He looked down at his hand, and his two thumbs were turning relative to each other almost mechanically, as if everything that happened around him had nothing to do with him.I remembered what my mother said about meeting him in St. Mungo's before. It seemed that he had no signs of recovery at all, but he still had to bear such a heavy workload.

All the candles in the auditorium except the jack-o'-lanterns were extinguished, and I came back to my senses. The Goblet of Fire has now become the brightest light source here, and everyone's breathing rate seems to follow its elegantly curled tongue of flame in the air, appearing slightly A little fluctuation will cause a burst of exclamation.

"Here we come!" I don't know who shouted—it was completely unnecessary. Everyone's eyes reflected the sudden red fire and a piece of burnt parchment falling from the sky. Everyone held their breath and watched. Dumbledore approached the flame, and he read clearly: "The warrior of Durmstrang is Viktor Krum."

Karkaroff seemed very satisfied with the decision of the Goblet of Fire, and his voice could be heard praising Krum throughout the auditorium.

"But he doesn't seem very happy?" Hermione's voice was hard to distinguish amidst the flood of applause and cheers, "Look at him, he's listless and doesn't look happy at all."

"What do you know! This kind of scene is commonplace for him, he's just used to it!" Ron Weasley jumped up and down, as if he had become a warrior.

Hermione turned around and pouted at me, making a gesture of covering her ears.

"The champion of Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour." Dumbledore took another Goblet of Fire and threw the parchment.

This time the cheers were much smaller. On the one hand, everyone did not know who Miss Delacour was, and on the other hand, when she walked through the auditorium with her long silver hair gracefully, many stared at her. The boys who watched her were so obsessed that they forgot to make a sound.

"Look, I'll call her a Veela," whispered Ron Weasley.

The auditorium quickly fell silent again—but everyone could almost hear their own heartbeats, and then the Goblet of Fire was about to choose a warrior representing Hogwarts, and everyone stared at the flames like a goblin thirsting for treasure Cup, for fear of missing a little detail.

Finally, the flame of the Goblet of Fire turned red again (some girls screamed because of nervousness), and the time it took for Dumbledore to take the note and unfold it seemed too long to us, he finally cleared his throat and then He said, "The warrior of Hogwarts is Cedric Diggory!"

For a long time, we didn't hear any sound other than random screams and applause. Many students in Hufflepuff even cried. Many people wanted to shake Cedric's hand. Watching him smile brightly at everyone and walk to the hut behind the staff desk.

The uproar seemed to never stop, and Dumbledore said loudly to us happily: "The warriors representing the three schools have all been selected by the Goblet of Fire. This honor, your cheering and support for them will also be a huge contribution to this event—”

His voice stopped abruptly, and at the same time, the conversations of the people in the auditorium also stopped. Everyone watched as the flame of the Goblet of Fire turned blood red again, and the curly tongue of flame slowly threw a piece of burnt parchment. Flying into the air, Dumbledore's slender fingers subconsciously caught it, and he stared at the note for about five seconds, while everyone in the auditorium stared at him, watching his face gradually lose the smile I mean, when I finally raised my head, the blue eyes under the half-moon lenses were as sharp as if they were ready to see through a person's brain at any time - just like when he came out of Longbottom's parents' ward at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds and saw me .

Finally, he read the name on the note: "Harry Potter."

We turned our heads to look at Potter almost immediately. His eyes were wide open, as if he didn't realize what happened at all. When the surrounding noises gradually sounded, he shook his head like a drop of water that didn't exist on his head. Tossing his hair, he said blankly to us, "I didn't put my name in."

His words are not very convincing. Everyone in Hogwarts knows that their trio and the Weasley twins are the only two teams in the annual school rule violation tournament. Everyone is more curious to watch He, wants to know how he did it—after all, everyone knows that those senior students who use various means to increase their age are thrown out by the age line, how did a fourth grade student deceive that way? age line?Not to mention why the Goblet of Fire gave the name of the fourth person?

Professor McGonagall frowned, and I saw my dad exchange a look with her, and then she walked quickly to Dumbledore to whisper something to him.

"You know I didn't put my name in there," repeated Potter, in a helpless tone, looking terrified, pale and disheveled (although disheveled hair was the norm), "I Really do not have......"

"Go first." Hermione whispered to Potter, "Dumbledore is calling you."

"Go." Black pushed him, his expression was not much better than Potter's, and the leisurely smile that always hung on his face was gone, "We'll wait for you here."

Potter almost fell when he stood up, and we watched him make his way to the staff table, Hermione wringing her fingers anxiously, trying desperately to hear what Dumbledore and Potter had to say, but the voices of discussion It got louder and louder, and all we could see was Dumbledore patted Potter on the shoulder expressionlessly, motioning for him to go to the cabin inside as well.

"They won't allow Harry to compete, will they?" Hermione asked me. "He's underage, that's against the rules, isn't it? Iris, isn't your mother working in the Department of Magical Sports now, you know about that?" regulations?"

"My mother didn't tell me about these things." I suddenly realized that everyone in Gryffindor who heard Hermione was waiting for my answer, bowed their heads uncomfortably and said, "I don't know either."

"They can't let Harry retire! The Goblet of Fire recognized his qualification!" The Weasley twins said excitedly, "We also have our own warrior!"

"It's not fun at all! It's not worth getting excited about!" Hermione said with a trembling voice, "Harry is only in the fourth grade, and warriors die in almost every Triwizard Tournament—what are you happy about! Don't you think that Gran? Is the honor of Findo being a warrior more important than Harry's life!"

I suddenly heard a snort, and looked towards Slytherin subconsciously, but later I found out that the voice was actually Ron Weasley, and he said with a strange face: "What are you worried about for him? Hermione, he should have thought of that when he signed up."

"Did he sign up?"

"Ron, you saw he signed up, didn't you?"

"Let me just say, his expression just now really looks like—"

"Harry didn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire," Blake said loudly to the pricked-up ears of people who gathered around trying to ask Ron, looking at Ron angrily, "We've been talking to Ron all day long." He is together, how can you say that..."

"We thought we were with him all day." Ron Weasley blushed, which made the freckles on his face more conspicuous, "It seems that your relationship with him has not become any closer .”

Black opened his mouth, just like meeting the person in front of him on the first day, his face revealed a look of disgust: "You actually doubt the loyalty of your friend, Ron Weasley."

"Will they punish Harry?" Longbottom looked a little frightened, his round face desperately looking towards the hut where the teachers had already filed in.

"There must be a way for them to know if Harry did it, no?" Hermione looked at me. "That... Legilimency? Surely Dumbledore would, wouldn't he? Take a look and you'll know." , and Harry will be cleared."

"I don't think the problem is here." I just tried to recall Dumbledore's speech about the Goblet of Fire yesterday, looked into Hermione's eyes and said, "Do you remember what Dumbledore said, putting your name in the Goblet of Fire means Sign a contract for the game—”

"Once you start, you can't stop." Hermione took my words smoothly, her face turned pale, "But, but there is a premise, you have to be 17 years old—"

"I don't think so. If the Goblet of Fire could identify the age of the contestants, there would be no age limit. The age limit is an additional setting for this Triwizard Tournament for safety, and it does not belong to the scope of the Goblet of Fire contract. .” The prefects began to organize the students who were still discussing to leave the auditorium and return to the lounge. I turned around and glanced at the small door, “I am inclined to participate regardless of whether he himself signs up or not.”

"Mrs. Potter is going to break down." Hermione's eyes already had tears, "She's always been nervous about the safety of Harry and Neville, and every time she meets me at the train station, she'll ask me to keep him under control and not let him get close Dangerous, but now..."

"Dumbledore will not watch the casualties happen in front of his eyes, and Mr. Potter will not allow his only son to die for a game." I patted Hermione's hand to comfort her, "What I just said is just Guess, maybe they gave Potter a [-]-point penalty to Gryffindor and put him back—uh."

A group of Gryffindors glared at me angrily.

"Yes, yes, there is still Mr. Potter." Hermione patted her head, "I'm dizzy, Mr. Potter must still have a way to interfere, I was thinking just now, Alice, who will take Haha Leigh's name into the Goblet of Fire? Why?"

After the initial shock, most Gryffindors quickly accepted the fact that their house had the No.2 Hogwarts warriors, and they rejoiced and wanted to hold a celebration meeting.The Weasley brothers patted their chests and said it was on them, sneaked out of the lounge for a while and came back with a lot of food.

Hermione looked distraught and completely uninvolved, and the girls' dormitory was empty at the moment, which was just the right time for us to talk, as we sat on our own beds looking at the curtain overhead, continuing what we hadn't finished discussing.

"Are you sure Potter didn't really put his name in there?" I asked her, "I think it's something he could do, he can't tell the difference between danger and excitement, can't he? Think about how he followed Longbottom into the Chamber of Secrets in the second grade, and that the Philosopher's Stone was also Dumbledore that you ran out of the dungeon to inform in the first grade..."

"It's different, Alice, if it was him, why would he show that expression." Hermione flatly rejected my conjecture, and looked a little annoyed at my suspicion, "I believe him, he looks Terrified!"

"Don't be angry, I was just wondering if he just wanted to sign up to play, but he didn't expect to be selected-I said you don't be angry, this is not the important part, and I thought later, the point is not Potter was chosen, but the Goblet of Fire actually picked four people." I drew a flashing "4" in the air with my wand, "It doesn't follow its rules, it's obviously wrong, you think it's itself Is it more likely to go wrong, or is it more likely that it will go wrong artificially?"

"You mean, someone deliberately let Harry be chosen? Why did they do it—was it to kill Harry by accident?" Hermione sat up, her hair scratched like a bird's nest.

"I don't know," I watched as the numbers in the air gradually disappeared and shattered into flickering silver lights that scattered around, lighting up the small painting Greengrass gave me beside the bed, in which I was sleeping in the irises. Sleep well. "Children of Aurors... There will be many people who can't take revenge on Aurors, so they will take revenge on their families, won't they?"

"The Daily Prophet—I reported on you and Harry when I reported on Peter Pettigrew. Did you mean..." Hermione's eyes were full of fear, "I will remind you tomorrow It's dreadful, Leigh, to write to Mr Potter! If so, Alice, you might as well—"

"This is just my guess." Her words made me start to panic a little, "I don't think the logic can be completely rounded up. Such a thing is too conspicuous, isn't it? To take revenge on someone with great fanfare, who would do that?" Arrogant?"

We should have thought of a person's name at the same time. The Dark Mark on the night of the Quidditch final seemed to resurface in the darkness, and began to emit a green light again.

"No." Hermione shook her head, "No, why didn't the mysterious man just throw Neville's name into the Goblet of Fire? Besides, he is already dead, and the dead cannot be resurrected. There is no magic that can bring the dead back to life. "

"Harry's back." We heard enthusiastic cheers from the common room outside, and Hermione sighed. "He should have had enough today, I'll go talk to him tomorrow morning—hope Ron can do it tomorrow." Back to normal."

"It turns out that boys also quarrel." I curled up on the bed and began to read Dad's notes. "I thought they wouldn't do that. Crabbe and Goyle never questioned Draco."

"That's not friends, that's servants and servants." Hermione explained to me patiently, "I don't think Malfoy has ever considered the two of them as people of his status, he just enjoys the feeling of being surrounded That's all. In fact, there may be more conflicts between people who are close, which doesn't mean that the relationship is bad, but because they care too much."

"Really?" I thought of some of the arguments my mom and dad had, "I don't even understand...I didn't have any friends before."

"You're so cute." Hermione leaned over and rubbed my face. "You have friends now, Alice. You have many, many friends."