This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The twins were bounced away again and their beards were longer.

The five people watching the show were already laughing.

Dumbledore is so bad that his beard can grow to mop the floor.

After struggling for so long, maybe I feel tired, and the twins are lying directly in front of the age line.

If you can't handle the Goblet of Fire, it seems that there is really only one way left, that is, to buy the referee team.

Seeing them cheer up again, the five people who knew there was no chance to watch stood up.

"Are you tired? Do you want to go to the kitchen and eat something?"

After struggling for so long, I am indeed a little hungry again.

After a simple meal, the 7 little guys' activity tonight ended.

However, the dormitory door that Gryffindor had just closed was opened again.

Vincent just walked out and the door to the girls' dormitory next door was also opened.

Hermione slowly walked towards him, "I knew you would definitely run out again."

Vincent nodded, "You know, I can't sleep tonight without making sure things are foolproof."

As the twins say, no magic is perfect.

The age line can only block people under the age of 17, and anyone who meets the requirements can enter and exit at will.

If the old man is shameless and quietly throws his name into the Goblet of Fire, then he will say goodbye to the relaxed and happy campus life this school year.

To ensure that you will not be selected, you can only take one step forward.

Vincent and Hermione quietly came to the foyer and saw a sneaky figure without surprise.

The man stood in front of the Goblet of Fire in a black cloak with his back facing the two.

It was dressed like this in the middle of the night, and it was not the seven little ones they often traveled at night. They must be doing some shameful things.

Hermione habitually lifted up her wand and turned her clothes into a black tights.

Vincent also quickly completed the dressing and quietly hid in the dark corner of the foyer with her.

The man wearing the black cloak did not notice the abnormality behind him, and his attention was focused on the Goblet of Fire in front of him.

A moment later, he took out a magic wand from his arms.

A dazzling red light flashed by, and the blue and white flames on the cup trembled violently for a few times, then returned to its previous normal sway.

The man seemed unsure whether the spell took effect, so he approached the Goblet of Fire and looked carefully.

After about ten minutes, he put away his wand, took out a piece of parchment from his arms and threw it into the blue and white flames.

After completing all this, he took a few steps back carefully, as if he was guarding against something.

Vincent and Hermione looked at each other in secret.

This person should be guarding against Dumbledore's trap, so his confusion curse just now is likely to confuse the Goblet of Fire and let it choose the warrior he wants.

Being so cautious is either collecting money or having another purpose.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the man was still staying in the age line and alert.

The two in the corner were not in a hurry and were waiting patiently.

About 5 minutes later, the man turned around and strided out of the age line.

I guess I thought Dumbledore had not set up a trap, and both Vincent and Hermione could clearly hear him sighing.

But what he didn't know was that there were actually two pairs of eyes watching him quietly in the dark corner.

He knew nothing and strides away from the hall, not aware of an alder wand aimed firmly at his back.

Vincent did not cast any spell until his figure disappeared into the corner of the stairs.

Hermione looked at him in confusion.

"I don't want to replace the fair selector of Goblet of Fire."

It is very simple to bring down that man, but the Warriors of the Third School will definitely not be selected by the Goblet of Fire that has been passive.

Hermione nodded, "What should we do? You can't let it go, right?"

Vincent lowered the wand in his hand and walked out of the dark corner with a thoughtful look on his face.

He stepped into the age line and leaned over and looked at the Goblet of Fire carefully.

There are three magic schools participating in the Triumph Championship. If the opponent is Boothbaton or Demstrong's person, then this matter will become very difficult.

While making sure that you won't be selected as the Warriors, you can't tell Dumbledore about it now.

“It’s really hard to deal with…”

Hermione, who was standing behind him, knew it was difficult, but no matter how difficult it was, she couldn't sit idly by.

"Um..." Vincent suddenly turned around and looked at her, "If someone casts a name first, then I will cast this name again, will the Goblet of Fire not accept it?"

Hermione thought for a moment, "It should be such a mechanism. Do you want to confirm by registering again?"

"Yes." Vincent took out the parchment and pen from Lemay's ring, "If I fail to sign up, at least I can be sure that this matter will not rise to an international dispute."

The man's confusion spell just now probably asked the Goblet of Fire to identify the name he threw into as another person, so as to ensure that he chose the warrior he wanted.

If it was a native wizard, he would definitely let the Goblet of Fire identify the name as Vincent.

Since this is the case, my registration will fail.

On the contrary, if you successfully sign up, you can only be a foreign wizard.

Vincent wrote down his name and school and suddenly kneaded the parchment into a ball.

He had a bitter face, "If I successfully sign up, wouldn't I be selected as the Warrior of Hogwarts?"

Hermione shook her head laughed and cried.

She stood on tiptoe and patted him on the shoulder hard, "In order to ensure the fairness and justice of the game, I have to give you a little aggrieved."

Vincent flattened his mouth, "No, I can't let Dumbledore get what he wants."

Hermione tilted her little head, her eyes rolled around, revealing a deep thought.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she smiled mysteriously with her little mouth pursed.

Vincent leaned over curiously, "Have you figured out a solution?"

Hermione whispered in his ear.

"Are you sure this works?"

"The Goblet of Fire can be confused by the confusion spell, and there is no reason not to be affected by your magic."

Vincent hesitated for a moment and took out a piece of parchment again to see his name and school.

Then he raised his wand, "Our school lost this championship, and it seems that at most it would tie with Buspaton, right?"

Hermione lit up her head, then she realized that she widened her eyes and looked at him, "You shouldn't be thinking..."

Vincent smiled mysteriously, "I guessed it right, what kind of expression do you think Dumbledore will have at that time?"

Hermione shivered subconsciously, "Professor, he must hate you to death."

"He deserved it!" Vincent tapped the parchment on his hand with his alder wand.

"Since the end of the second grade school year, I have been planning this year's Three Thousand Championship. Even if I lose, it's because he plots first, and I can't blame others."

He simply threw the parchment into the Goblet of Fire, "If I don't give this old man Deng some color, my future life will be completely manipulated."

Hermione didn't have time to sigh at his resentment towards Dumbledore, she held her breath and watched with all her concentration as the blue and white flames completely engulfed the entire piece of parchment.

I haven't vomited after a long time. Is this a successful registration?

She stared at Vincent, "It's not a wizard in his country, at least not against Hogwarts."

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