In the second half of the night, in the Gryffindor bedroom, Ivan quietly got up from the bed, looked at Harry and the others who were still asleep, opened the door lightly, and walked towards the Great Hall.

As he thought, at this point in time, the silent auditorium was empty.

The door was open, and the little wizards who tried to get up in the middle of the night to throw notes like themselves had already come.

Ivan entered the door, the surroundings were a little dark, and the only source of light was a large goblet placed on a high platform, and blue and white flames were constantly spewing out of the cup.

"Let's try the easiest first!" Walking straight to the edge of the age line, Ivan thought to himself, took out a piece of parchment with his name written in advance from his pocket, then crumpled the paper into a ball and aimed it at the rim of the cup.

The distance of three meters is not too far, and Ivan is still very confident in his accuracy, so he directly threw the paper ball in his hand.

The ball of paper spun in the air, crossing the age line and falling into the blue-white flames.

Just when Ivan thought he was going to succeed, the flames rose violently, lifting the ball of paper until it deflected and fell to the ground.

"Well, it doesn't seem to work!" Seeing this scene, Ivan touched his chin and muttered to himself.

However, Ivan didn't care too much about this defeat, and waved his wand to cast a flying spell to summon the Goblet of Fire, but the cup didn't move at all, so he had to recall the paper ball that fell to the ground first and continue to try other methods.

For example, use the Transfiguration Charm to conjure an owl flying through the air with a note.

It's a pity that Ivan soon found out that the owl conjured couldn't even break through the age line, no matter how high it flew, as long as it entered the range of the age line, it would be shaken open by a magical force.

The rest of his attempts failed, and even if he tried to get the ball of paper to fall into the Goblet of Fire several times, it would quickly be thrown out by the blue-white flames.

Obviously, in addition to the age line set by the old professor, the Goblet of Fire itself has also been subjected to recognition magic, and it is likely that the paper put into the Goblet of Fire by a person will be accepted, and other creatures will not be accepted.

Ivan even doubted that he had to put his name in it himself.

Don't look at the original plane, Barty Crouch Jr. helped Harry sign up without his consent, but this guy can use a powerful confusion spell that can even change the number of participating schools, so it must not be difficult for the Goblet of Fire to mistake him for Harry himself.

"This is deliberately embarrassing me!" Ivan muttered to himself.

The age line and the Goblet of Fire's ability to recognize are too tricky, and it is difficult to cast a spell on a powerful magical item from a distance of three meters.

He originally expected Dumbledore to leave some obvious loopholes for himself to drill, but he didn't expect the old professor to be so ruthless and directly block all the ways he thought of.

Thinking of this, Ivan's brows couldn't help frowning, could it be that he wanted to apply for help?

All he could think of right now was to find a powerful adult wizard, like Professor McGonagall, and have her cast a confusion charm on the Goblet of Fire and throw her name into it—just like Barty Crouch Jr. did.

However, Ivan felt that according to Professor McGonagall's old-fashioned nature, she would only give herself some advice at most, and she would probably not do such a thing as directly starting to help cheat.

Stomp Tread...

Just as Ivan was thinking, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Someone's coming? Ivan's mind moved, he looked back, then drew his wand and tapped his chest, whispering.

"Disillusionment Charm~"

A cool, water-like film suddenly enveloped his body, and Ivan's figure disappeared in place.

Footsteps outside the door were getting closer.

A moment later, a wizard who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old stepped into the Great Hall, and he looked carefully left and right in his nightgown, and saw that the dimly lit Great Hall was empty, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and hesitantly walked towards the Goblet of Fire.

Ivan, who was invisible, held his wand and watched the opponent's every move.

At this time, there are usually only two possibilities to come here.

The first is that he wants to participate in the Final Three but is not confident in his ability, and is afraid of being ridiculed, so he only dares to secretly put his name into the Goblet of Fire in the middle of the night.

The second is that Voldemort is controlling and wants to do something on the Goblet of Fire, or some Death Eater has infiltrated in disguise.

Ivan quickly ruled out the second option, for the young wizard didn't make any extra moves, and after standing in front of the Goblet of Fire for a long time, he hesitated to take out a piece of parchment with his name written on it from his bosom and threw it into the Goblet of Fire.

The blue-white flames immediately engulfed the parchment, indicating that his status as a champion candidate was recognized by the Goblet of Fire.

After doing all this, the young wizard slowly breathed a sigh of relief as if he had laid down some burden, and then prepared to leave with both apprehension and anticipation.

Perhaps he was in too much of a hurry when he turned around, and the young wizard accidentally touched the table in front of him, and his thigh slammed on the sharp corner, and he gasped in pain.

The Goblet of Fire on the table was also affected, shaking slightly.

Ivan, who was hiding on the side and secretly observing, keenly noticed this, and couldn't help but light up in the eyes, the Goblet of Fire didn't seem to be fixed by Dumbledore!

Doesn't that mean......

An idea burst into Ivan's mind, so he canceled the illusion spell on his body, blocked the door, and greeted warmly.

"Good evening, senior!"

"Who?" A man suddenly appeared in the dark, secluded Great Hall, scaring the wizard enough.

He took out the wand pinned to his waist with a swipe, pointed to the front with a shudder, and only after seeing Ivan's face clearly did he ask in disbelief.

"You're... Hals? How did you end up here? ”

"You know me?" Ivan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, he didn't know each other.

"Of course! You're the pride of our Gryffindor... We hadn't won the House Cup in years before you came to school, and every year Slytherin beat us, and Quidditch ......," the young wizard said excitedly about Ivan's past.

"Winning the House Cup was a joint effort from everyone at Gryffindor and I just did what I had to do." Ivan said modestly.

"By the way, I want to ask you to do me a favor? May I? Ivan asked with a smile, he didn't expect the other party to be suspected of being his admirer, but it was much easier to do.

"What's the busy?" The young wizard was stunned, looking a little at a loss.

Ivan gestured to the Goblet of Fire on the raised table and spoke. "It's easy, bring that cup over for a while! I want to sign up! ”

(PS: One more today.) ）