"Impartial referee?"

"Does anyone know about the competition?" Most of the Slytherin students came from well-established families and were well-informed. Getting Dumbledore's formality, everyone had a heated discussion.

Dumbledore understood the students' excitement, and he waited patiently for everyone to digest the news. Fortunately, seeing that the principal still had something to say, the discussion quickly subsided.

"I know you all want to win the Triwizard Tournament trophy for Hogwarts," he said, "but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that there is an age limit for this year's contenders. Only students who are at least 17 years old, that is, over 17 years old, are allowed to enrol and are considered. We felt," Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some of the Weasley twins suddenly became angry in protest after hearing his words—"this measure is necessary, because the program of the tournament is still arduous and dangerous, and no matter how much precautions we take, students below the sixth grade will not be able to deal with it." I myself will ensure that no student of sufficient age will deceive our impartial referees into becoming Hogwarts warriors. His blue eyes gleamed meaningfully as his gaze swept over Phoenix's face, "Therefore, if you are under the age of seventeen, I ask you not to waste your time in applying." ”

"The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegations will arrive in October and will spend most of the school year with us. I know that you will all be warm and friendly during our foreign dignitaries here, and that you will support Hogwarts Warriors wholeheartedly once they are finally chosen. Well, it's not early, and it's important that you get up and walk into class tomorrow morning refreshed and clear-headed. Go to bed!

Dumbledore sat down and talked to Mad-Eye Moody. The cafeteria clicked and ping-pong, and the students stood up and flocked to the two open doors and into the foyer.

"Dumbledore is going to make a move, it's a bit of a problem. But it's not impossible, you know how they select the Warriors?" Phoenix looked at the freshmen in the middle of the earth, who were fighting intensely.

The people around shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know.

"An extraordinary magical item: the Goblet of Fire. I think Dumbledore might use it then, well, some kind of magic that keeps it out of reach for people who aren't old enough, because once the Goblet of Fire approves the registration, it can't be changed. ”

"But they can ban you. "Melinda is a little confused.

"No, once selected. A magical pact will be formed, and they will not be able to withdraw the person who has been chosen by the Goblet of Fire. "Phoenix is confident.

"Looks like you're well prepared. Daphne spoke suddenly, she didn't usually move around Phoenix.

"Opportunities always come to those who are prepared. ”

"And how are you going to get through?" said Nott, frowning.

"It's not hard to guess. Dumbledore couldn't have created a new spell in a short period of time even as a genius, it had to be one that already existed. Did anyone think of it?"

"Trace!?"

"Pretty good. Phoenix gave Knott an appreciative look, "The filaments are inaccurate, but they are very sensitive. It's easy to tell the difference between an adult and a minor, and more importantly, it's hardly ever fooled by any magic. ”

"Oh, so the age-booster doesn't work. ”

"It doesn't work, it's designed with some gifted kids in mind to find a way to fool it. Age-enhancing agents increase bone age and do not shield the detection of traces. ”

"Why do you want to be so complicated? It would be nice to just let the senior students help you get in. Daphne said sarcastically, her eyes still on the freshmen vying for the top.

People were embarrassed for a while, and no one thought that the direction of their thinking was immersed in the difficult problems that Phoenix gave them. Draco stepped up to clear him.

"It's too shameless, and if you participate in this way, maybe they can just cancel the competition-"

"The Goblet of Fire can't retire—"

"Alright, alright. Daphne is right," the corners of her mouth curled slightly, "but I won't use it that way. This was a rare opportunity to experiment with magic, and if the first project magic went wrong, I would be miserable. ”

"Your new magic, the Magic Animagus?"

"Yes, but I'm not done yet, the protection of the Goblet of Fire can confirm a conjecture of mine, and signing up is just a double win. Phoenix's fingers tapped on the armrest of his chair with a muffled sound.

"If you want to sign up, that's the easiest way to do it. ”

"Well, forget it. We're no match for you. Draco smiled and waved. "Still, I dare say Potter must have found a way to participate. He began to mock Harry and the Weasleys.

"There's no doubt about Harry's participation, he certainly won't. With his level of magic, it's impossible to get past the obstacle by himself—"

Phoenix suddenly opened his mouth and said, "You know all about the Death Eaters' parade in the World Cup during the summer vacation, right?"

Everyone stopped talking and waited for his next step.

"Do you know what that means?" he glanced at his friends, and Nott and Draco quickly lowered their heads as soon as they met his gaze. "Voldemort is coming back. ”

Daphne's eyes narrowed, Nott took a subtle step back, Melinda and Draco even had a little excitement on their faces, and Blaise looked at the crowd with a look of arrogance. A smile appeared on Phoenix's face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"I thought everyone was going to cheer. ”

"What do you mean by that?" only Daphne dared to speak. Phoenix didn't show any emotion, or he seemed happy. Draco didn't know why everyone was as angry as he was - there was an inexplicable atmosphere that spread.

"I just don't want you to be scared—"

"What's this? It's a good thing, the mudblood should have been cleaned up a long time ago. Melinda burst out laughing.

"Yes, the last war didn't kill purebloods, and how many families became extinct. Noether's face turned white, and his body shook a little.

"War is coming, let's have a snack. "Phoenix is like a reminder for them.

Regardless of their reactions, he got up and walked to the center of the break room to congratulate the rickety freshman. Go back to the bedroom, change into your pajamas, and climb into bed. There are already house-elves who have put the long-handled charcoal stove that warms the bed in the middle of the bedding.

"You don't seem happy he's back?" asked Draco cautiously as he returned.

"It's not upset, it's just—" Phoenix stopped talking, "Forget it, we'll talk about it later." ”

The rain on the magic windows was like a waterfall, and the storm was far from over.

The next morning, the storm had subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still cloudy. As they studied their class schedule for the semester over breakfast, large clouds of blue-gray were tumbling overhead.

"Oh, oops. ”