"Every student who wants to run for a Warrior must write his name and the name of his school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," said Dumbledore, "and those who want to become a Warrior can sign up within twenty-four hours." Tomorrow night, the night of Halloween, Goblet will choose the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, the goblet will be placed in the foyer and will be accessible to all students who are willing to participate in the campaign. ”

Dumbledore's voice was still floating above, but Alan didn't bother with that.

If the cage counts count, his sister looks like about a dozen—the kind that doesn't joke at all.

After all, the place where he lives is an orphanage, and there is never a shortage of children in it, and when Alan went back this summer, a newborn and abandoned little girl was sent over - when she can speak, it is not a big problem to call Alan brother.

In addition, there are younger sisters of all ages who attend classes in public schools and everything, so there is no shortage of sisters who are envied by others.

However, there are so many children, there is always a close relationship or something, especially a group of little girls who entered after Alan went to Hogwarts, and the relationship with him is not very good - let's put it this way, before Alan went to Hogwarts, the best relationship with him was Windsor, and after that, it was Annie.

The palms and backs of his hands are full of meat - what can he do?

He decided to talk to Windsor, and it was best to get the matter out of the way in the first place—he wasn't good at this kind of problem himself, and he really couldn't think of a clever solution.

"Lest the younger students fall short of temptation," said Dumbledore, "I'm going to draw an age line around the goblet when it's in the foyer." No one under the age of 17 can cross this line. —Dumbledore's voice was still ringing from above, but Alan didn't have the heart to listen to it anymore.

At present, his most important task is not a triwizard tournament, but to coax the child - although the little sunflower mother taught him that the child is mostly disobedient in the classroom, and it is good to beat him, but Alan is too late at the moment, where does he get the courage to beat people? . .

Seeing that he had just coaxed him almost over, he lost his mind, gave up all his previous efforts, and added a buff that I don't listen to and I don't listen to - what can he do, he is also desperate!

"Finally, I would like to remind everyone who is going to participate in the election to pay attention to the fact that this competition is not a child's play, and you must not participate in it recklessly. Once the Warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must hold the game to the end. Whoever throws his name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be observed. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. So, think twice and find out that you really want to participate in the competition before throwing your name into the cup. Okay, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night to all. ”

While Alan waited anxiously, Dumbledore finally finished his speech - which meant that the people in the Great Hall could finally leave their places and move freely, and Alan's plans to talk about it alone were also possible.

However, after Dumbledore announced his disbandment, a new problem arose - Windsor, who had been in her place before, lost her last restraints, gathered her cloak and began to walk towards the outside of the Great Hall.

Alan didn't guard for a while, watching the stupid boy walk quickly towards Karkaroff, and hurriedly chased after him, ready to take this opportunity to explain clearly.

As he put his hand on her shoulder, Alan felt a struggle, and he saw Windsor's right hand almost instantly reach for the place where the wand was placed next to the wizard's robe - fortunately, after a stiffness, Windsor's hand stopped, although still impatiently dodging his hand, but the tendency of the attack stopped.

However, just as she was about to turn around, two Durmstrang girls rushed over - they almost didn't hesitate to pull out their wands and point them at Allen, intending to do it without saying a word.

"Stop!" Windsor didn't pull the two of them down directly, and then pushed them away, then turned back to Allen: "It's getting late, I'm going to sleep, if there's anything, I want to talk about it tomorrow." ”

Barely giving Alan any time to answer, she turned around and flew away with her two friends, leaving the disgusted Alan helpless.

"Tsk, don't be discouraged, man, girls' hearts are always so hard to fathom. With a voice that was half teasing and half comforting, Allen's left shoulder was grabbed.

"Yes, this time it won't work, and there will be a next time—but I think the most important thing for us here is not to pursue a certain girl, but to break the age barrier set by the professor, isn't it?" George's voice rang out on the other side, and it was clear that they had misunderstood something.

Allen, who was hit hard for a while, was not in the mood to laugh with them at all, and left after a simple haha - he needed to figure out how to explain things clearly.

——

Tired, this is Allen's first reaction when he wakes up the next day.

He pondered until late at night last night, and still didn't think through how to explain what was going on - everything that should be said was said, but it didn't work at all, what could he do?

Listless, he yawned and began to walk towards the Great Hall, ready to get something to eat to fill his stomach, hoping that it was not breakfast time, or he would have to turn to the elves for help.

As he stepped into the Great Hall, the broken cup he had made to deceive people was surrounded by a large circle of people, and there were only a few gulps of food on the table—judging by their speed, it was clear that they were going to go to the theater after they had finished eating.

To Allen's surprise, instead of drawing a circle, Dumbledore made a ten-foot square to encircle the Goblet of Fire—about a square with a side length of three meters.

Such a small circle - not afraid that someone will throw it in?

You know, it's hard for others to say, but if any chaser throws it, it's almost a proper way in.

Just as Alan asked the question, the Hufflepuff guy he asked smiled: "Where is it so simple - a lot of people have experimented, the guy who threw it in was burned by the fireball, and the guy who was caught in it with a long wooden stick is currently stuck to his hand in the school hospital, and is still waiting for Professor Flitwick to be treated, as for the one who asked someone else to help him throw it in—"

Well, there's no need to ask, Alan knows this very well.

Although I don't know what magical functions the people behind it have added to it, but the materials from which Eren made it are destined for this thing, if there is no powerful confusion charm to deceive the defense mechanism, then wait to run out of the auditorium naked-Eren had to be a little protective to deceive people with this thing back then, right?

As for whether the function in front of it is Dumbledore's means of protection or whether it is someone else's cup on the cup, it is not clear, anyway, such a magical thing, if you rely on Muggle tricks to deceive it, you will look down on Dumbledore a little more.

Just as Alan was about to get some breakfast, there was a sudden uproar in the crowd - a group of Durmstrang students in red wizard robes stepped into the door of the auditorium, each with a piece of parchment, apparently for the election.

It's also - the school brought them here, they can't be here to cheer for the warriors and shout 666, right?

At the Goblet of Fire, a line of Demstrang wizards formed, with Windsor standing at the front of the line - at first the boys seemed to have some disagreement, but the wand pushed back alive, and Krum lined up behind Windsor.

Well, it seems, it seems, this girl is doing well in Durmstrang, and even grabbed the best student position in Krum?

Alan took a bite of soybean flour bread and felt very relieved in his heart - although he was almost despised yesterday and was pushed for a long time, what can Alan do?

Wait a minute!

He suddenly realized that something was wrong - he hadn't even reached his seventeenth birthday, and Windsor was three months younger than him!

Is this girl crazy?

Is Dumbledore's defense a joke?

Alan hurriedly left his chair and rushed forward, ready to stop the stupid girl who didn't know what to do—however, before he could pull out his wand and prepare to release the protection, Windsor had already stepped into the age line laid by Dumbledore, threw the parchment in his hand, and quickly left the Goblet of Fire, waiting for the next person to continue the process.

When she raised her head after doing all this, she suddenly found that Eren was holding a wand in one hand at the moment, with a surprised expression on her face, and this time she seemed to remember something, and walked quickly towards Alan, stood beside Alan, and motioned Eren to follow her.

Alan had nothing to do - although he was still wondering why Dumbledore's defenses were not working, but it was a turning point for the better, and he obviously wouldn't be foolish enough to miss this opportunity.

——

Outside the auditorium, to Allen's surprise, Windsor was not as angry with him as he thought.

"Well, brother, I know you have some doubts - although Karkaroff told us not to say, it is not a big deal. She straightened her hair and sat down in her chair (pulling Alan into a position of about two feet), "Well, how can I say it, I used a magical prop that, after using it, can look like about six hours a day. Although I am not an adult according to normal calculations, I am actually seventeen years old when it comes to real age. ”

？？？

Is that okay?

Wait—Alan remembered one thing, if nothing else, his current real age was probably over seventeen.

And as a prefect with excellent performance, Dumbledore obviously couldn't ignore him when he agreed to the Triwizard Tournament, and the previous dean's desperate attempt to let him finish this semester also illustrates this fact - considering that he was from an orphanage, it is estimated that the best explanation is that his birthday or something was registered incorrectly, and he would have turned seventeen a long time ago.

However, it was nothing - Ellen had originally planned to participate in the tournament anyway, and Dumbledore's age line or something he was sure to break.

For him, the more important thing at the moment is to strike while the iron is hot and settle the matter first, otherwise this girl will make a fuss, and his head will be big.

"Well—congratulations on your seventeen years of age, and although in my mind your birthday is still three months after mine, when you actually turn seventeen, I'll have Warlot bring you gifts. Alan continued to talk about the topic, trying to resolve the conflict.

However, the topic did not go in the direction he imagined.

"Brother, you remember it so well - so, brother, you haven't had your seventeenth birthday yet, and I can spend it with you, right?"

"Yes, yes – of course, I'm very happy to have Windsor here. Alan had a smile on his face - very good, that's the rhythm.

"So, brother, if you're not even seventeen years old, then I'm older than you—then, brother, you should call me sister. A smile appeared on Windsor's face.

？？？

How does this girl's brain circuit grow?

Yesterday I didn't listen to what I didn't listen to - which string was wrong today?

Could it be that this girl has forgotten all about last night's events all at once? No, it wasn't this temper at all after hours, and she bit Alan twice before being sent away!

Allen's embarrassed face made Windsor laugh directly, and the distance between the two began to close.

"Brother, believe it or not, I can win the Triwizard Tournament trophy this time?" she said with a serious face after laughing for a while.

Uh, do you want to tell the truth?

If I were to compete, all the fighters would have to be hung up and beaten - Alan scratched his head, ready to give up the Triwizard Tournament.

However, a small golden pocket watch suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and Alan was stunned for a moment - this thing was quite familiar to him, because he had been pitted by this thing once.

Time Converter.

"Three months is definitely a change of time - brother, you can use it secretly when you go back, but you have to find a place to hide and prepare food and other things, and if nothing else, you can participate in the competition in the evening. ”

Windsor looked serious.

"It's something unregistered—something left over from the merger of the two Ministries of Magic in Germany, and the wizarding world I entered through that time. ”

Kindness?

Alan was stunned - although he was startled by the time turner, he quickly accepted it, but he was completely unaware of the fusion of the German Ministry of Magic or something.

He then remembered that, unlike Hogwarts, Durmstrang did not admit Muggle-born students.

And this girl's status in Durmstrang is also significantly higher than that of Krum - this is evident from the queue.

What has this girl been through in the past few years? Alan was quite curious at the moment, but apparently Windsor had no intention of continuing, she smiled at Allen, ran away a few steps, and disappeared.