Merger of the Ministry of Magic?

It's kind of interesting - but due to the relative seclusion between the wizarding communities in various countries, Alan didn't know much about this situation beforehand.

Now that I think about it, in the year he entered the school, it was impossible for something as big as Germany not to affect the wizarding world—otherwise, how could a guy with a criminal record like Karkaroff get into the position of headmaster?

Think about it carefully, a retired Auror of the Crazy Eye pointed his nose and scolded him, but Karkaroff's performance was trembling and he didn't dare to scream in front of an ordinary professor - that is the headmaster of a school that has always been able to compete with Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament in history, educating the existence of wizards in a country, theoretically on an equal footing with Dumbledore, and being scolded by a retired Auror pointing at his nose like this?

It's not scientific to think about - the only explanation is that his position is unstable and completely mixed up.

And to let such a guy with a criminal record seize the opportunity to blend in, you can imagine what the chaos in the German wizarding world was like back then - it just happened that the date was right that year, and ninety percent of them didn't run away.

However, I can only guess here, and I don't know anything else.

After all, for him, figuring out what's going on in Germany isn't the first priority - anyway, his sister has seen a pretty good time, although the temper is a little bit of a problem, but the state of life obviously doesn't have to worry too much about him, not to mention that people are here, just take your time.

As for the new time converter, he can only press the bottom of the box for the time being, because he has no need to use it to brush time, and if it is used for other purposes, it is a little wasteful, so he simply leaves it for use - if something happens, this thing will be the perfect insurance.

Putting away the little timer, Alan prepared to go to the library to check the materials - although he didn't expect much, but he could understand a little bit, saving him a blind eye.

Getting up, tidying up his robe, Alan was about to leave, but suddenly there was a noisy sound in front of him, noisy and shouting, if it weren't for the constant laughter inside, it was quite suspicious that someone was so bold that he didn't run to the corner of the appointment, and directly challenged the majesty of the administrator.

As they approached, Alan spotted two acquaintances—twin brothers who were surrounded by stars like a moon, dancing and playing pantomime with the people around them.

At this moment, the faces of the two brothers are unusually symmetrical, each with a large handful of pure white beards without a trace of miscellaneous hair, if it weren't for the fact that their hair is still red, it would be like a child with white hair - a waste, if the hair is dyed and dyed under the guise of a gossip or something, tsk, will there be no believers when they say that they are masters?

"Yo, aren't these two Weasley seniors? Tsk, look at this perfect beard, I'm going to bet with you on a Sico, it's definitely an inch longer than Dumbledore's beard!" Alan stopped in an exaggerated tone, with an expression on his face that saw a respected old-timer, but his eyes were full of banter.

"Of course—Dumbledore himself said that we have the perfect beard here!" The two of them were not ashamed at all - at this moment George touched his white beard with an extremely cherished expression.

Gotta - can't play them, two drama spirits.

"Have you eaten breakfast?" Alan asked nonchalantly, putting away his exaggerated look.

"How could it be - we prepared all morning, and we actually wanted to take yours, but as you can see, it turned out to be a mess of failure. Fred pulled out a mustache and stabbed Lee Jordan as if it was a long sword: "Lee, why are you one step slower?"

Li Jordan flashed this swiftly, with an innocent expression: "Dumbledore is here, I can't do it in front of him-hey, Alan, what do you do-"

Halfway through the sentence, he exclaimed, and then stopped-Allen pulled the mustaches of the two, and under him, the two mustaches were directly ripped off, but they didn't bring out a trace of scars, and they were as clean as ever--of course, Allen, who had a little mustache and pimples on his chin, didn't plan to deal with it.

"Alright, let's go—you can keep this beard and dispose of it yourself. Eren smiled and threw his beard back and stretched—this kind of continuous magic for multiple people was fairly simple to him after moving away from the caster.

Next, he's going to the library.

——

At noon, as lunch approached, Alan finally looked up from the thick stack of materials - although he didn't expect a lot of information about Germany in Hogwarts, the lack of useful information made him feel a little shabby.

However, according to the available information, he understands this very well - after all, the biggest problem is Dumbledore's work, and it is strange that people are not guarding against Britain.

As he knew, the wizarding world in Germany had indeed been split into two parts after the Dark Lord Grindelwald had been imprisoned.

This is something that cannot be helped, the huge dark wizard army left behind by Grindelwald was not slaughtered, and in order to weaken their strength, they can only be separated according to the fact that one part goes to the former defectors and the other part goes to the long-time opponents - after all, the two families are naturally opposed, and it stands to reason that they can't get together.

Later, Voldemort had a lot of fun - the divided wizarding world in Germany began to gradually communicate with each other, until the differences were understood or put aside, and the year before Allen entered the school, they merged.

There was no other useful information - the one above, or what Alan had pieced together from the information.

But he didn't expect much from this anyway, so he simply returned the materials to their original places, got up and walked to the auditorium to prepare for lunch.

Of course, he had to throw his name into the cup by the way—the timer was all gone, and he couldn't say anything if he didn't participate.

When he arrived at the Great Hall, there was a bunch of idle awesome guys still standing by the Goblet of Fire - according to them, most of them had already signed up, especially the three away schools, and almost all of them had put their names into the Goblet of Fire, apparently eyeing the promising professional Warriors.

"It's a pity, Alan, you're not old enough, otherwise most of the Warriors this time would be our Hufflepuffs - Cedric is also involved, but he is obviously not as stable as you. The person who spoke had a regretful tone on his face, and it was obvious that he recognized Allen's strength very much.

"Don't worry—" Alan waved his hand, ready to make up an excuse for his wrong birthday registration, but was interrupted by three unusually high-pitched voices.

"Ladies and gentlemen—as you can see, the Weasley brothers are back!" the twins' voices were accompanied by a burst of laughter, which startled the onlookers as they looked at them.

At this moment, Li Jordan followed the two of them with an expression of not forgetting me, each holding a small bottle with a light blue solution in his hand.

"Fresh potions—can ward off the pain of the moment, though it will be doubled later. ”

The three of them glanced at each other and drank the potion in one gulp, then Li Jordan nodded, took a few steps back, and with a sharp force under his feet, the whole person rushed towards the age line set by Dumbledore, and then, in front of everyone's eyes-

As if the age limit had broken down, it didn't hurt him immediately, and taking advantage of the opportunity, his arm reached out, and his tightly clenched hand loosened above the Goblet of Fire—a piece of parchment fell from his hand and went straight into the cup.

In the midst of everyone's exclamations, a golden light flashed, accompanied by a sizzling sound, Li Jordan was directly knocked away, and his snow-white beard began to grow wildly, and almost instantly surpassed the record held by the twins.

As they introduced earlier, what they did was not to cheat the age line, but to use potions to temporarily suppress the reaction of the age line, and they were already clear about the consequences of violating the rules, and they were ready to bear the punishment.

"Perfect, just like we thought it would be—age line is age line, Goblet of Fire is Goblet of Fire, as long as we bring it in—" George clapped his hands excitedly, but stopped eating in the middle of the sentence.

A piece of burnt parchment was sprayed directly on Jordan's face, and then his long beard began to burn—a smell of burnt hair instantly took over the entire auditorium.

Alan smiled helplessly - it was not clear what the Goblet of Fire had been changed to Alan, but the basic defenses were still in place, and such a clear violation was obviously impossible to pass without the Confusion Charm.

The wand flicked, the flames went out, and Allen helped Lee Jordan lose his beard - the three of them looked at each other in the same way, not the slightest expression of frustration, but eagerness to try.

This spirit of exploration made Alan can't help but sneer - sure enough, Dumbledore's decision to choose only one day was correct, and if it was a few more days, with their spirit of death and Allen's treatment, maybe the three of them would really break through.

However, not being depressed does not mean that the three of them have no other plans.

After rubbing his buttocks that broke into two pieces for a long time, Li Jordan and the twins stared at Alan with a wicked smile: "Allen - everyone has tried, if you have any methods to work, let's show it!"

The show is fake, and seeing Alan grow a white beard is real.

However, their proposal was obviously very popular - after the three of them coaxed together, the general Hogwarts melon-eating crowd suddenly became excited.

The do-gooders had silently mended their beards for Allen's brain—a clear indication of the grins on their faces.

In short, all the onlookers at this moment have a sense of pleasure in beating the local tyrants and dividing the fields, and they can't wait for Allen to lose immediately, and then there will be a beard or something-although it is not appropriate to be happy alone, it can be used anyway, isn't it?

Anyway, a pair of expectant eyes looked directly at it, and if the gaze could also be used as a medium for releasing magic, then there was no doubt that there was at least a chance that Allen's beard would have to be installed today - unfortunately, it didn't.

Looking at the crowd of melon eaters with a smile, he happily took the parchment prepared by Marshall's kid, and Alan used a quill to sign it very casually.

"And this! The name of the school hasn't been written yet, Allen—" Marshall reminded with an expression of "I'm a good person", and Alan glanced at him and made up Hogwarts.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way, make room for Alan, he's going to try to challenge the headmaster's age line!" shouted from a group of guys who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and the crowd that had surrounded the Goblet of Fire spontaneously vacated a clearing for the boss - the previous lesson had taught them that this age line would eject people, so a clearing was necessary.

"Feather mats, who is going to get a few feather pads and pile them up, block some points for Alan!" Before Alan passed, several mats used to train magic in the nearby empty classrooms were moved out, neatly stacked there, looking extremely fluffy, just waiting for someone to swish and pop out, smashing an ugly shape on the top.

MMP, how anxious these guys are!

Allen's heart was broken - especially when he saw a flash of the camera, it was Gryffindor's Colin's camera, and I don't know which bastard who didn't dislike the excitement made a special trip to pick it up, if Alan didn't guess wrong, I'm afraid this guy will have to give him a GIF later?

Alan glanced over there and made a note of the boy's appearance - you wait for me, and I'll let you know how terrible a prefect's grudge at Hogwarts is, unless you kid doesn't fall in love, or with the help of the ghost painting Mr. Filch's Lady Loris, I'll call all your friends to watch in minutes!

After flipping through the small book in his heart, a smile overflowed on the corner of Allen's mouth - you want to see me make a fool of myself, don't you? Wait, come on, hurt each other!

After looking around, Alan completely restrained his smile, and his expression became extremely serious, as if waiting for him was not an age line, but the first OLS exam - in front of everyone's eyes, he took a deep breath, and then slowly spit out.

As he slowly exhaled this breath, the originally noisy audience suddenly fell silent, and the people who planned to watch the play felt as if someone had mentioned it in their hearts, and the original loose atmosphere was swept away, as if it was not Alan who faced Dumbledore's age line but they did it themselves.

The tense atmosphere began to envelop the entire auditorium, and for a while, the large number of people in the auditorium suddenly became extremely quiet, except for the occasional slightly loud inhalation, no other movement could be heard, and even gave people the feeling that if someone dropped a needle, they could find the same by following the sound.

Occasionally, a newcomer came in, and before he had time to be surprised, he was quickly stopped by someone with his eyes, and without anyone explaining, he spontaneously fixed his eyes on the center of the auditorium - at this moment, Alan was standing there, motionless, but became the focus of the audience.