This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Since it is not targeted at Hogwarts, it is difficult to deal with the Goblet of Fire.

Vincent sighed softly, "Bothbarton... or Demstrong..."

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Emotionally, he certainly didn't want it to be Busbaton.

As for the suspicion of Demstrong...

The principal is a former Death Eater and takes a completely different attitude towards Krum and other students. He is also the only school in Europe dedicated to black magic education.

Thinking of this, Kakarov is the most suspicious.

Vincent shook his heavy head, "Are we meddling a little?"

Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"Think about it, for such an important event in the Triumph, the Ministry of Magic did not send anyone to stare at the Goblet of Fire all the time. Even if this is a school, can't the two directors, Crouch and Bagman, take turns to guard it? ”

She knew what Vincent wanted to say.

First, the Ministry of Magic actually does not attach much importance to the Triumph Championship.

Second, the Ministry of Magic officials are too arrogant.

Hermione pursed her lips, "We are indeed a little meddling in other people's business, but we... we can't sit still."

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. With the minister like Fuji, there will be a ghost if you can do things well.

During the World Cup, the Death Eaters sneaked in, and the current Trio Championship made people tamper with the Goblet of Fire.

Vincent put away his wand, "Even if we make a big deal now, the old fox, Forge, will definitely pretend that nothing happened."

Just selecting the Warriors, it is not unfair treatment during formal competitions.

Hermione pursed her lips tightly, "Can't we do something?"

Vincent gently put his hand on her face, "There are so many unfair things in society that you can't even imagine. I know you just want to make the world better, but the consequences we should consider first .”

He stroked her tightly pursed lips with his fingertips, "From another perspective, if a person without ability becomes a Warrior, can he really win the Top Three Cup away successfully?"

Hermione shook her head, "But I can't watch this unfair thing happen."

Vincent pinched her slightly bulging face, "I didn't say I would stand by and watch."

Dumbledore said that the Goblet of Fire will select the Warriors from each school tonight on Halloween night.

At that time, we can know who is obviously not capable enough, but wants to be elected smoothly by despicable means.

Hermione angrily slapped his big hand off, "How do you know if the selected warriors are capable?"

Vincent gently rubbed her hand that was patted down, "Simple, just find an opportunity to test it."

Boothbaton and Demstrong had more than 30 students in total. If they were recognized by the Goblet of Fire based on their strength, they would not have no power to fight back.

Hermione's pouting mouth became even more bulging, "You will make things worse. There was a large-scale student conflict in Europe's three major magic schools. Fudge couldn't even cover it."

"Don't worry." Vincent put on a harmless expression, "I have a proper sense of being, and I will not rise to diplomatic events."

Boothbaton is okay, Demstrong will definitely beat him to death.

Especially for a well-known star, Hermione is convinced that his fate will not be less than that of the man who makes trouble.

Things have been solved, and it's time to go back and rest.

Hermione couldn't help laughing as she looked like Vincent wanted to get close but didn't dare to get close.

"Okay, I wasn't really angry just now."

Vincent quickly pulled her little hand, "Today is Saturday, do you want to go outside the school for a ride?"

Hermione pretended to be distressed, "It's so late now, are you still going outside?"

Before she finished speaking, Vincent picked her up directly, which scared her so much that she had to hold his neck tightly with both hands.

"Let me down."

"Don't let it go, you are my hostage now."

Hermione looked at his eyes pitifully, "If you don't put me down, I'll shout help."

No matter how he said that, she did not resist at all, and her small body even took the initiative to put it in his arms.

Vincent smiled wickedly, "You shout, at worst I'll block your mouth."

How to block it, of course it's just a mouth.

"Save—————”

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A few hours later,

The decoration of the auditorium has changed again.

Today is Halloween, with a large group of living bats flying around the magic-casting ceiling.

At the same time, there are hundreds of little people carved from pumpkins, standing in every corner and looking at everyone with a squint.

Simo and Dean were having breakfast while talking about Hogwarts students over the age of 17 who might be in the championship.

"Some people say Wallins got up early in the morning and he cast his name in it."

"That big guy in Slytherin? He looks like a sloth?"

"Yes, he's from their school team-" Seamo's words came to an abrupt end.

Because Boothbaton's students walked into the auditorium under the leadership of Mrs. Maxim.

The students around the Goblet of Fire retreated and let them pass in neatly lined up.

Mrs. Maxim stood in front of the age line, quietly watching her students crossing the age line one by one, throwing their parchment into the blue and white flames.

Vincent and Hermione, who came in from outside the castle, came to the auditorium one by one.

When the two came in, a female Busbaton student who had wrapped her scarf around most of her face happened to sign up.

Hermione waved her gently and greeted her, then whispered to Vincent beside her, "They are signing up."

Vincent waved at her, too, "Who knows if their parchment has written their own name, and the failure to register cannot prove anything."

It seems that only when the result tonight comes out can we find out who is the black cloak that tampers with the Goblet of Fire.

After signing up, Furong came to Mrs. Maxim and looked at the two of them with a nervous expression and said something.

Mrs. Maxim looked at Vincent and nodded.

Soon, Furong walked towards the two of them.

Everyone knows that Boothpaton has many rules, but he didn't expect that the principal would agree to come over to say hello to his friend.

Thinking about it from the perspective of others, Vincent thinks he will definitely not be able to stay.

Furong, wearing a thin silk robe, gave the two a standard court-style good morning gift.

She slightly lifted the hem of the skirt of the robe, with her right foot in front and left foot behind, with her waist as the axis, her head, neck, shoulders and back in a straight line, and her body slowly tilted forward.

"Good morning, my dear friend."

Vincent and Hermione also gave her a good morning gift as she did.

Hogwarts students had never seen such a scene, and were all stunned.

If Vincent and Hermione weren't wearing casual clothes, they would have thought they were traveling to the Middle Ages.

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