This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The students left the auditorium one after another, and Mrs. Maxim and Kakarov walked towards the long tables of Gryffindor and Slytherin respectively.

Ron, who was not very interested in the Triple Championship, stood up and guessed where Demstrong's students would sleep tonight.

"I don't think they're going to sleep in the Slytherin dormitory, which is cold and wet, or we have a comfortable sleep in our tower."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kakarov, who hurried to the Slytherin table, shouted loudly: "Okay, go back to the boat!"

Then he walked up to Krum and asked with concern: "Wickdor, how do you feel? Are you full? Do I want me to send someone to bring some heated wine from the kitchen?"

Krum shook his head, picked up the fur cloak that was placed on the back of the chair and put it on.

"Professor, I want to have some wine." Another boy from Demstrong looked drooling.

Kakarov's expression suddenly became extremely stern, "I didn't ask you, Polyako, I noticed that you dripped the food on the front of your robe again, you annoying boy."

The last second was as gentle as a kind father, and the next second was as if Snape was staring at Harry. The contrast between the front and back was too big.

Kakarov turned around and led his students towards the door.

They happened to come to the door at the same time as Harry and Ron.

Harry and Ron stopped, intending to let them go first.

"Thank you." Kakarov glanced at the two of them casually.

Ron, who looked at Krum with admiration, was ignored by him, and Harry, who looked harmless, paid a little attention.

Suddenly, he was stunned.

Kakarov turned his head back to Harry, staring at him.

To be precise, it was staring at the lightning-shaped scar on the forehead.

Demstrong's students stopped and looked at Harry curiously.

Several students showed some insightful expressions on their faces. The boy with soup stains on his chest poked the girl next to him and pointed his hand at Harry's forehead without any concealment.

"Yes, he's Harry Potter." A cold voice came from behind.

Kakarov turned around suddenly and saw Moody walking forward with a cane.

His face was pale when he was stared at by the demon eyes, and he showed a terrible expression of resentment and fear, "It's you!"

"It's me." Moody stopped in front of him with a cold face. "Kakarov, you block the door. Unless you have something to say to Porter, then hurry forward."

Kakarov waved his hand and walked out of the auditorium quickly with his students.

Moody's magic eyes were still staring at his back, "Okay, everyone should go back early to rest."

Kakarov is a less "loyal" former Death Eater.

In order to protect himself, he can betray anyone.

After six months of pursuit, Moody successfully arrested him and locked him up in Azkaban. However, he reached an agreement with Lao Bati, former director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, to expose other foods in the Magic Law Review Council. The identity of the Dead Sect in exchange for freedom.

Bati, the hidden Death Eater, was exposed by Kakarov, and in front of Bati.

The legendary Auror who had arrested him did not like him, and the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, who was responsible for matters related to the Triumph Championship, should be the same.

With Mrs. Maxim who has no good impression of him, Demstrong seems hopeless.

Vincent walked out of the auditorium and laughed at himself.

He doesn't plan to participate in the Triumph Championship, so he wonders what if there are any of them.

Just after the early morning, the 7 little ones gathered in the kitchen as usual.

The newly added Qiu has prepared authentic Chongqing hotpot, which is full of "spicy, hemp, salty, fresh, fragrant and crispy".

The bright red and oily soup pot is spicy but it tastes really satisfying and makes people unable to stop.

After eating and drinking, it is time to move.

I quietly came to the foyer and the floor was painted with thin golden lines.

In the center was the stool that was usually used to hold the branch hat, and above it was a wooden goblet with blue and white flames beating.

The twins took out the age enhancer and drank a small drop in succession.

The two of them grew a little taller and their hair grew a little longer.

"It's done!" Fred couldn't wait to take out a piece of parchment with his name written on it, "George, let's go together."

George also took out the parchment, "Dumbledore must have thought that we still have this trick."

Seeing the two strode towards the Goblet of Fire, the remaining five people all looked like they were watching the show.

After all, the principal is the principal, so how could the age line he set himself easily be broken through?

Sure enough, as Fred's left foot stepped into the golden line, an invisible force bounced him back.

George, who was only one second late, ended up the same thing, even hitting his butt.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Fred stood up rubbing his butt.

After a "crackling" sound, a long string of white beards quickly emerged from his chin.

"Oh no--" George didn't have time to touch his chin, and he also grew the same white beard.

"Puff hahahahaha--" The friends burst into laughter without hesitation.

The twins couldn't help laughing when they saw each other's beard.

"George, why is your beard the same as Dumbledore?"

"Stop kidding, Fred, I think it's yours more like it."

As they smiled, the two of them suddenly had a sad face.

"Ah-our bonus!"

"I hate you! Dumbledore!"

Cedric, who was covering his stomach, calmed down slightly, "I have said that taking shortcuts is useless, you should have a memory now."

The twins stared at him viciously, "No, it's perfect without magic, there must be some way..."

While the two were thinking hard, Cedric safely passed the age line and successfully threw the parchment paper with his name into the Goblet of Fire.

After he came out, the white-bearded twins, who were unbelieving, folded their respective parchment paper into paper airplanes.

Unfortunately, they failed again, and the paper plane could not fly into the age line at all.

Even dead objects cannot pass through, and the age line is like an invisible wall that blocks all people under the age of 17.

But twins are not willing to give up easily.

They came upstairs and kneaded the parchment into a ball of it to throw it into the goblet of flame.

A strange wind blew by, and the paper ball was inexplicably blown outside the age line.

Then the two found a long stick, but it couldn't get in like a paper plane.

"Golves of Fire!" Fred, a white-bearded wand, waited for a long time without any movement.

"Get bigger quickly!" The spell of Whitebeard George was also ineffective.

Physics cannot work, magic cannot work. It seems that the only way to rely on metaphysics.

They did not let the five people watching the show wait too long, and soon put on the same wig and glasses from Trelawney.

Paired with the long white beard on the chin, it does have a bit of a charlatan.

"A great god who masters the power of the wind, please give us strength so that we can successfully break through the blockade of the evil demon head..."

After a long chanting, the two men with their backs facing the age line threw up the small ball of paper in their hands.

"Great God of Luck, listen to our prayers..."

With a click, both small pieces of paper fell outside the age line.

If there is no wind blowing, it is not enough to be accurate.

Fred took off his wig and glasses, "Age of evil!"

After George took it off, he threw it on the ground and stepped on it a few times, "I don't believe it! Fred, go! Let's try again!"

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