hp Ouroboros

There is only one advantage of staying up late to pack things, that is, when Headmaster Dumbledore's fire phoenix pet Fawkes flew in from the door and dropped a piece of parchment with the name of the sweet, at least it would not be a bit cold at the end of October. Get up from the warm blanket.

"Pink cockroaches." Camille said to the stone statue guarding the spiral staircase under the principal's office with a disgusted expression.

"Pink cockroaches?" Camille said disgustedly as he walked up the spiral staircase, "Dyeing that thing pink can make it look like something edible?!"

Sylvia simply rubbed her arms. Even someone who loves food like Camille felt disgusted, let alone her who has high requirements for food-she couldn't understand how to make beautiful candies The appearance of a cockroach is still 100% restored, and it also has the function of crawling around, what is the point of this!

When they reached the door of the principal's office, Sylvia and Camille became serious. The door of the principal's office was not closed, and Principal Dumbledore was not inside.

They ran in, and there was a piece of parchment on Dumbledore's desk, which was the Marauder's Map that Dumbledore had borrowed from Lupine.Probably to show them the way, Dumbledore didn't change the map back to plain parchment, it was curfew time, and there was no one in the castle, so 'Albus Dumbledore' and 'Barty Crouch's name appeared prominently in the auditorium.

Needless to say, Camille jumped towards the door, his clothes were torn, and he had turned into a huge black wolf when he landed. Sylvia also quickly climbed onto Camille's back, feeling that Sylvia was sitting on his back. Steady, Camille quickly ran towards the first floor.

But they were still a little slower after all.

When Camille rushed to the auditorium with Sylvia on his back, Dumbledore stood there, with Moody lying on the ground not far from the Goblet of Fire, and the wand in his hand fell aside.

"What's wrong?" Sylvia jumped off Camille's back and asked seriously. Camille turned into a werewolf and followed behind Sylvia.

"I've been staring at Mr. Crouch Jr. since the dinner was over. He hasn't rested. After the curfew, I saw him walk out of the room from the map. I was a little hesitant to disturb you." Dumbledore There was no smile on his face, and his slightly wrinkled white eyebrows and wrinkled wrinkles made him exude a majestic aura. He took out two pieces of parchment from his pocket and handed them to Sylvia, "Fortunately, I still called you here ,check it out."

Sylvia took the two pieces of parchment, one was written 'Sylvia Slytherin - Hogwarts', if this one is understandable, then the other is a bit confusing. People are puzzled.

"Harry Potter—Ilvermorny?" Camille's unusually deep and hoarse voice was full of doubts.

"Ilvermorny is an American magic school, but they didn't attend..." Sylvia stopped halfway through her words, as if she had thought of something, and strode to the Goblet of Fire without any movement of casting spells. As if she didn't notice the age line set by Dumbledore, Sylvia stared at the Goblet of Fire with a serious expression, and just stepped into the age line.In a very short moment, a few faint sparks jumped from her body. Apart from such a small reaction, the age line set by Dumbledore did not bring any trouble to Sylvia, and she successfully reached the Goblet of Fire. Next to it, carefully study some of the patterns on it.

"Principal Dumbledore, this... Is the function of screening subject authorization broken?" Sylvia quickly saw the problem from the Goblet of Fire, and stood up straight with her brows furrowed.

"Yes, this Goblet of Fire has a very long history, and the current alchemy can't repair it-not only is it a problem that many alchemy techniques have been lost, but the material is also a big problem. Some of them are irreparable."

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about?" Camille asked in a daze. Sylvia's magic level had already reached a level beyond her comprehension, but it was still necessary to figure out the situation.

"The Goblet of Fire itself is a magical alchemy item. To use it, you first need to set a range, which is what I call 'screening subjects'. Like in the Triwizard Contest, the screening subjects are three schools. The Goblet of Fire can be obtained from the subject The individual with the strongest ability is screened out. This process is that the students write down their names and schools in person and put them into the Goblet of Fire, and the Goblet of Fire can classify the students according to the schools written above. They each choose a student with the strongest ability." Sylvia explained.

"So you said, the Goblet of Fire is broken... eh? Could it be that Crouch is planning to add another school and put Potter in as the only student?" Camille's reaction was very quick.

"That's right," Dumbledore nodded, but he didn't have the look of relief after cutting off the two pieces of parchment, "Your guess is right, Miss Camille, but... I only got the written The parchment of the name, the parchment of adding the new school setting is not in the hands of Mr. Crouch Jr. - I am still a step too late."

"There is no way to fix the Goblet of Fire... The new school has already been registered... That is to say, even if Crouch is stopped, there is still only one person who is over seventeen or who has the ability to directly break through the age limit People, put Potter's name in... eh? Seale, didn't you just say that you want to write your name yourself? Little Crouch can write your name too?"

"No problem. What the Goblet of Fire judges is not the 'name', but the ability of the person who wrote the name. After all, little Crouch is an adult wizard and has been an Auror before. His strength is indeed better than that of Hogwarts." The students must be strong, and what he wrote will definitely be selected, but he has been caught now, so this part of me may not need to worry much. But Potter is in big trouble, as long as someone knows about this plan, casually Get someone to write his name on and say Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he's bound to be chosen—there's only one person in the whole school, and he's the only one to go..."

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The day after Dumbledore took out the Goblet of Fire and announced the start of the selection process was Saturday. Although Camille seldom slept in because of his habit of waking up early to exercise, today was an exception—it took almost half a day for anyone to pack up a room last night. After a classroom as big as the Quidditch pitch, he would also want to sleep late, and last night's work content was not limited to cleaning the room!

"The one yesterday was too exaggerated! I think the area where the draft papers are piled up to the ceiling is almost as high as the bottom door frame in Quidditch!" Camille complained, frowning, fiddled with her black hair Hair, trying to use fingers to straighten the messy hair caused by sleeping on a certain pile of draft paper after being extremely tired last night.

"No! The height of the door frame is parallel to the stands, and there are four floors to climb up to the stands! Our classroom is only about two and a half floors high from the ceiling!" Sylvia tightened her body to keep warm Robe, retorting as he walked toward the auditorium.

Whether it is Sylvia or Camille, they have a tacit understanding and did not mention the problems brought about by Crouch last night. Before the list of warriors is released, the people over the age of 17 are very likely to be Crouch. Rauch's accomplice.

When they walked into the auditorium, basically all the students from Hogwarts had already arrived, and some students who probably had already finished breakfast gathered around the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw long tables. Looking at the Goblet of Fire that Dumbledore took out last night, the blue and white flames were still burning fiercely. The age line drawn by Dumbledore on the floor was still bright red last night, and now it has become golden. High tables surround the centre.

Probably because the Goblet of Fire was so eye-catching, the halloween decorations for Halloween and the weird food on the table didn't attract the little wizards' attention at all.

Sylvia and Camille walked to the long table in Gryffindor. In just ten seconds, they had already seen three students staring at the Goblet of Fire too fascinated, and stupidly bit the name On the famous Hogwarts Halloween dish called 'Screaming Heart' - of course, the strawberry jam that was spurted out somehow became blood red and was blown all over the head and face.

Cautiously pasting the students whose plates were filled with other famous Halloween dishes that tend to get dirty around them, Sylvia and Camille came to the vacant seat next to Hermione and them and sat down.

"Did someone put their name in?" Camille asked in a casual tone, without even looking at the Goblet of Fire. The aptly named 'grilled' sausages and 'smoked' bacon wraps.

"Yes! Someone just said that everyone in Durmstrang has already invested." Ron hurriedly answered Camille's question before Hermione.

"Oh, and then why are you staring at the Goblet of Fire like this?...It's decided, it's better to have sausages!" Camille said, and the three remaining on the plate were made by the elves to look like the three charcoals. All the two kinds of 'charcoal-grilled' sausages were transferred to his own plate, and he took half a plate of green mashed potatoes and two eyeball-shaped toasts. The plates sat down.

At this moment there was the sound of someone laughing from the door of the auditorium, and they looked back to see Fred, George, and Lee Jordan hurrying down the stairs, all three looking extremely excited.

"Ah... forgot..." Camille heard Sylvia who was sitting beside her say something in a very small voice.

"What's wrong? What did you forget?" Camille turned her head to ask more clearly, but before Sylvia could answer, one of the twins approached them with a smile.

"It's done!" he whispered to them in a triumphant tone. "Just finished it."

"What?" Ron asked.

"Aging agent!"

Camille turned to look at Sylvia again, she stared at her plate with a guilty conscience.Probably because Camille's gaze was too strong, Sylvia finally started to look up, and said in a low voice, "I thought they would definitely think of the aging agent... I wanted to tell them yesterday, cough... just forgotten."

"What will happen?" Camille also asked in a low voice, watching the 'Gryffindor Prank Trio' bouncing towards the Goblet of Fire.

"It's not going to be a big problem, it's just..."

"Oh, then let them go." Camille interrupted Sylvia directly, and continued to eat her breakfast calmly.

"Ready?" Lee Jordan said to the other two, trembling with excitement, "Come on! Count to three and we'll jump in together!"

It looked very lively over there, no wonder the whole school was now staring at the Weasley twins and Jordan, and here, at the long Gryffindor table, Harry and Ron watched fascinatedly as they pulled out the words " The parchment with their respective names seems to have the same idea as the other students - if they succeed, everyone intends to get themselves some aging potions.

The three stood on the edge of the age line, with excited expressions on their faces, "One, two...three!" Jordan roared, and the three exaggerated as if what they were going to jump over was not a line but a fire The appearance of the circle, jumping vigorously into the age line!

In an instant, the three of them stood firmly in the circle... really in an instant... because the next moment, a hissing sound suddenly sounded, and the three of them seemed to be lifted up suddenly by an invisible giant, and then It's like throwing it with all your strength.

With a sound of "Boom!", they fell to the ground ten feet away, and the pain in the body was ignored, because after another sound of "Boom!", the jaws of the three of them instantly grew a big A pinch of white beard, the twins have exactly the same beard, Lee Jordan's is a bit miserable, the beard looks so hard to see his face, the whole face is buried in the long and thick white beard jungle .

All the students in the auditorium burst into laughter. Even the twins and Jordan couldn't help bursting out laughing after seeing each other's beards when they got up from the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough!!" Camille choked on the food that he hadn't had time to swallow, and coughed violently, "For men, cough, it's okay, but...cough, what about girls?! Cough cough !"

Sylvia patted Camille on the back, showing an awkward smile, "I think what Principal Dumbledore thought of when he cast the curse was that the Weasleys would use aging agents, so the counterattack is set to grow out A lot of beards... um... but girls actually have a little bit of thin beard if you look closely, um, so..."

Before Sylvia finished speaking, a low but smiling voice said: "I reminded you," turning his head, Professor Dumbledore was walking into the auditorium, he looked at the three people sitting on the ground, "I'd suggest a visit to Madam Pomfrey, she's already dealing with the beards of Miss Fawcett of Ravenclaw and Mr Summers of Hufflepuff, who also age A little idea. But I must say that their beards are far less beautiful than yours, especially Mr. Jordan, um...very distinctive, very distinctive."

Hearing what Dumbledore said, the students in the auditorium laughed again, but Camille showed a frightened expression—how could everyone laugh? !Didn't you hear?Miss Fawcett and 'their beards'...then Camille thinks of Sylvia striding into the age line last night...Merlin's black stockings...Camille shakes her head and forces herself Delete the image of Sylvia with a big white beard from her head.

[Sad news...] Can't update today

【Sorrowful report...Sad report outside the number...】

Unexpectedly, the author’s day has come—the mobile phone broke for no reason...

The screen went black, somehow, it went... the author's mobile phone is on the MRT... the last second was still cheerful code words, the next moment, huh? !Black screen? !Restart and see...restart or black screen? !Eh...is this broken? ? ! !

After a while of bewilderment, the author's eyes turned red while holding the mobile phone - all the things I worked so hard to type today are gone! !And if I take it to a specialty store for repair tomorrow...according to the set flag, this is definitely the rhythm that everything in the phone will disappear! ! !

Although the basic outlines of other brain holes are backed up in the computer, but...all the things I wrote today are gone! !no more! !It just broke down! !

Well, the author has to cry for a while, and then look through to see if the contacts are written in any small notebook-the new contacts added after changing mobile phones before, um, no backups have been made.What password do you ask the author Jun WeChat?How could the author remember!The author doesn't even remember the password of the mailbox! !Ahhhhhhhhhhh, tomorrow is another crazy day!

Update... Let's see if the phone can be repaired before Saturday... Maybe, maybe, it is possible that the contents of the author's phone will not be lost by the brother who repaired the phone!In this way, the flag is reversed once!When people are alive, they must embrace (hope) (hope) (backup) quickly!