[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

The dinner was very rich, but obviously everyone was looking forward to the Triwizard Tournament, and they even finished the dinner in a shorter time than usual.

Finally, Dumbledore put down the knife and fork in the middle of the staff table, wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "I know what you all care about, but first let me introduce to you - Barty Mr. Crouch, Director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department."

Following Dumbledore's voice, a man who seemed very boring in the past stood up, and there was only sparse applause from below. Barty Crouch neither waved to the students, nor did he have any dissatisfaction with their cold attitude In response, he just expressed his presence unsmilingly.

Dumbledore introduced another official who came with Barty Crouch before he really started to introduce the main point of tonight.

"Although I know that many of you already know about the Triwizard Tournament, I will explain it here."

"The three contestants who will participate in the Triwizard Tournament are from the three schools we are here today. The contestants need to pass three challenges. They will use different methods to test the players' magic ability, courage and wisdom, and even face Dangerous ability. Yes, I have to say, the Triwizard Tournament is no joke, it is very dangerous. A jury composed of two gentlemen from the International Ministry of Magic and our three headmasters will judge the contestants in the process The performance will be scored, and the one with the highest final score will be the champion of this Triwizard Tournament."

Dumbledore smiled at his students who were sitting below: "The selection of the players will be the most fair and just way - selected by the Goblet of Fire."

With that said, he took out the Goblet of Fire.The Goblet of Fire is emitting a faint blue flame, and it looks like it has been cast with special magic.

"Those who want to enter write your name and school on parchment. You have 24 hours to consider. Tomorrow night, before Halloween, we will select three contestants. If selected, there is no way to withdraw from the competition. Due to the danger of the competition, I set an age line, and students under the age of 17 are not eligible to participate in this competition."

Dumbledore's last sentence caused the students below to scold angrily. They expressed their dissatisfaction with the most violent words, and strongly believed that this was unfair to them.But Dumbledore turned a deaf ear and sat down directly.

Strange sat in a group of noisy people, and said to Winnie: [It seems that the students don't understand Dumbledore's painstaking efforts. ]

Winnie returned: [Their reaction is also normal. ]

After all, most people have the idea of ​​wanting to show off in their hearts, but Dumbledore just used age to keep most people out from the beginning.

Strange asked casually: [Who are the contestants from each school in this Triwizard Tournament, and who won in the end? ]

Winnie told Strange in advance of the result that everyone would be surprised tomorrow.Strange also raised one eyebrow in a little surprise.

[And Harry Potter?He's not even 17 yet. ] Saying this, Strange glanced at the boy at the Gryffindor table next door with his back turned to him.

Winnie said nothing.

After a while, she made up her mind and said to Strange: [Stephen, this time, I want to participate in the competition. ]

Strange froze for a moment, thinking he had heard wrong.But he knew that he hadn't heard it wrong, and Winnie's words were not without warning. Since she heard the news of the Triwizard Tournament today, she seemed to be a little abnormal.Strange concealed his surprise very well, and did not show it among a group of people who were still discussing. He asked Winnie: "Are you moved?"Why? ]

The prize for the final winner of the Triwizard Tournament is not a rare potion formula that has been lost, but the supreme honor - Strange doesn't think Winnie will care about this.

But he quickly thought of what Winnie had said during the day.

[Winnie, you want to see Voldemort at the end of the game, don't you? ]

Winnie replied softly.

In the dead of night, Astoria was sleeping soundly with her head covered. At this time, Winnie was already in control of her body, and Strange was floating beside her.

All the way from the basement to the auditorium, Winnie's footsteps were very light, neither Filch nor the sleeping portrait was disturbed.

The Goblet of Fire was placed in the very center of the auditorium, and the faint blue flame was still burning.In the dark night, the spacious auditorium has only this one light source, making it look particularly spooky.

Winnie deliberately waited until this time when no one was around to come out and vote for names.

"Winnie, are you just casting like this?" Strange glanced at the parchment that Winnie was holding in his hand, and said.Dumbledore clearly set the age line. With Winnie's current physical age, there is absolutely no way to pass the age line and put the note in without using special means.

Winnie took two steps forward, and explained to Strange: "Someone tried to get away with drinking aging potions in order to throw the note in, but it still didn't work. I guess the age determined by the Goblet of Fire should not be Not the age of the body, but the age of the soul." If so, then she must have qualified.

Strange folded his arms: "Okay, let's try."

Winnie nodded: "If it doesn't work, let's find another way." As she spoke, she approached the age line step by step, stepped in the circle and paused for a while. Dumbledore's magic was not touched before she threw the parchment into the circle. Into the Goblet of Fire.Winnie stared intently for a while, seeing that the flame did not spit out her piece of paper, her nervous heart was completely relaxed.

Strange could clearly see her relieved expression, and when she stepped out of the age line, he floated to Winnie's side and teased, "You're so nervous."

Winnie knew that this person was fine, so she liked to tease her a few words. Before getting together, she wanted to see her face change from anger, and after they got together, she wanted to see her face change from shame.She responded very calmly: "After all, I didn't throw a note into the Goblet of Fire last time. I'm afraid of accidents."

After listening to her words, the smile on Strange's face became even wider.If it weren't for him, he would be just a spirit body, unable to touch Winnie, and he would really like to pinch the tender and tender face of 13-year-old Winnie.

Strange made a silent note in his heart, and he will pinch it back later.

His resentful eyes were almost turned into reality, Winnie raised her head slightly, and looked directly at Strange, who had regained his height of 1.8 meters and was floating in mid-air with his feet off the ground.

She tilted her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

In Strange's eyes, this appearance has automatically turned into a little Xiaoying looking at his cute appearance with his head tilted and round eyes open.

Ah, Xiaoying was cuter when she was young.

Mr. Mage, who had already given up the treatment, bent his knees so that his eyes could be at the same level as Winnie's, without requiring Winnie to raise his head with extra effort.At the same time, he raised his hand itchyly, pretending to be able to pinch Winnie's cheek, and made a pinching motion with two fingers, trying to make up for the tactile sensation in his mind.

When Winnie stopped, the aura that had seemed very calm in the past suddenly disappeared, and she stuttered twice before saying, "Stephen, what are you doing?"

"Think about it." Strange smiled, "I owe you first, and then pinch later."

Winnie was speechless, but she couldn't control her thin skin, and her cheeks on both sides were already slightly red.

"Can you be serious?"

Strange raised his eyebrows, and asked with a half-smile, "Because I want to pinch your face, so you're not serious?"

Winnie had no words to refute.

Strange also finished flirting, and was very satisfied to accept it as soon as it was good, and replied to Winnie's sentence just now: "Don't worry, under the background of the big accident that the two of us returned to Hogwarts, the other No wonder."

Winnie was soothed by her lover's words, and her inner tension and worry disappeared a little.

Back in the dormitory, after taking a shower, Winnie put on a white nightgown with layers of lace and lay on the bed. Strange sat on the edge of the bed, and the two of them put on earplugs and listened to the curse before they started chatting.

"I have a hunch that you will be selected." Strange said, "What are you going to do when the time comes? Do you want to kill Voldemort? If so, Winnie, you can't just do nothing."

After knowing that Winnie's target was Voldemort, Strange made a little guess and knew why Winnie wanted to do this.Her mother Violet and her grandparents were all killed by crazy Death Eaters because of Voldemort's return. When time goes back to the past, Winnie will naturally want to take the lead in solving the source of this pain.

Strange didn't object to her move.

For justice and selfishness, killing the Dark Lord is a good thing.

But Strange did not want Winnie to be injured in this operation.

He stared at the girl beside him quietly with his deep eyes, and made an oath: "I am with you, you have me." His eyes were completely serious, giving Winnie the strength to rely on.Winnie leaned back, with her back resting on a soft goose-feather pillow, her hands hugging her knees, and she smiled at Strange.

She knows.

So she was extremely glad that she returned to the familiar Hogwarts with Stephen.He gave her an arm to talk to and find security in this strange event.With him in front of her eyes, the fear in her heart was lessened.

"Any plan to tell Dumbledore that Voldemort will be resurrected?"

Biting her lower lip, Winnie hesitated for a while: "I haven't thought about it yet."

The most powerful wizard in Hogwarts is Dumbledore, but Winnie has some doubts in telling him all this.She didn't think about what excuse she should use to explain how she knew this shocking secret, and she couldn't guarantee whether it would bring trouble and danger to Stephen.

Seeing that it was getting late, Strange said to Winnie, "Then think about it later. It's late, go to bed earlier."

Winnie responded softly, lying flat on her body, Strange raised his hand, and the quilt covered everything below Winnie's shoulders.Even if there was magic to maintain a comfortable temperature in the castle, Strange didn't want Winnie to catch a cold.

He bent down and placed a light kiss on Winnie's forehead, his lowered voice turned into a glass of mellow wine in the night, making people intoxicated.

"Good night, my dear girl."

At dinner time the next day, students from the three schools were eagerly looking forward to the results of the Goblet of Fire after enjoying the delicious food as always.

Soon, it was time to announce the final list of players.

Dumbledore grabbed the piece of parchment ejected from the Goblet of Fire.

"The champion of Bathbuton is—Fleur Delacour!"

"Durmstrang, Viktor Krum!"

The crowd erupted in cheers as both warriors deserved their names.They stepped confidently from their seats to receive congratulations from their classmates and Headmaster Dumbledore.

A third parchment fell out, and it belonged to Hogwarts.

When Dumbledore saw the name on it, his voice froze.He turned around suddenly, and everyone was taken aback by his unusual behavior.

He looked at the Slytherin table—

"Winnie Stuart, please come out."

The girl with long pale golden hair as bright as moonlight and more beautiful than the most beautiful elf in the words of the wandering poet stood up from the long table in Slytherin.Everyone fell into a momentary silence.

No cheers, no applause.

It wasn't until she walked forward calmly that someone began to whisper.

Dumbledore frowned. He was about to speak when someone shouted, "A fourth piece of paper appeared!"

Strange looked over unhurriedly, Dumbledore's expression on the extra piece of paper was also not very good-looking.

The most powerful white wizard of the century was caught off guard by two problems.

But he could only speak.

"Harry, Harry Potter, the fourth warrior chosen by the Goblet of Fire."

An even louder booing erupted from the crowd, turning what should have been a cheery scene into chaos.

Winnie Stuart and Harry Potter, two people who did not meet the age threshold but were selected by the Goblet of Fire, were taken backstage to face professors from Hogwarts, officials from the International Ministry of Magic and others. Inquiries from the principals of the other two schools.

14-year-old Harry Potter is really dazed, and Strange is faking it very well.

The Goblet of Fire itself has a strong magical effect, no matter what thoughts these adults have in their hearts, the two of them must also participate in the competition.

After Strange returned to the dormitory, Astoria asked very eagerly: "What's going on, Winnie! Are you really going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

Strange shook his head: "I don't know either, but the principal said that since the Goblet of Fire has chosen me, I must participate."

When Astoria heard this, her complexion immediately became complicated. She opened her mouth and could only remind her roommate: "I asked others, and they all said that the Triwizard Tournament is really dangerous..."

Strange put on a good show, as if he couldn't do anything about it.

By the middle of the night, the two exchanged control of their bodies.

Strange looked down at his palm, and after a while, he suddenly stretched out his finger and tapped Winnie's cheek.

Winnie actually found that she vaguely felt a little warm touch.She looked back at Strange in surprise, and saw Strange muttering in a low voice: "It really wasn't my illusion."

Strange said to Winnie, "Winnie, what time is it?"

Winnie waved her wand immediately, and the tip of the wand glowed, showing the time at this moment——

23:50

It's not midnight yet.

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