"Rowena has all appeared, and Godric must have had his own personality remaining." Inside the headmaster's room, Slytherin looked at Egg with an affirmative expression.

"Are you sure?" Egg lifted his eyelids.

"I... Not sure..."Slytherin chuckled dryly, "Rowena said she didn't know anything. ”

Egger pouted: "Then you talk about..."

Slytherin: "......"

The door to the Headmaster's room was pushed open, and Dumbledore walked in with Fudge and some well-dressed men.

"Ahh It's great that you're here, Egger. Dumbledore glanced at Egger happily, "There happens to be something about the Triwizard Tournament, do you want to know about it?" ”

Egg turned his head and looked at Dumbledore curiously, "What's the matter?" ”

"For some things about the competition events, the three items we have tentatively decided on are fire dragons, underwater tracing and mazes." Fudge looked at Iger and said.

Iger blinked his eyes, it seems that these are the three items in the original book...

In other words, this group of cadres of the Ministry of Magic directly and casually decided on the preliminary plan?

Then what are you asking me for...

Egg frowned slightly: "Fire Dragon... Isn't it..."

"It's just that it won't be too dangerous for them to take something away from the fire dragon." Fudge interrupted Iger and swore promises.

He suddenly felt that Egger wasn't that bad, at least Egger would still think about the players.

"Isn't it too easy?" Egg lifted his eyelids.

Fudge: "......"

Damn, you're so ruthless...

"Ahem... I think... It should be okay, it's not too simple. Fudge looked at Iger in embarrassment, muttering to himself.

At least I can't...

"I think... It's still a little too simple. Egger spread his hands: "Just pass the fire dragon and lure them away, you can use the gills grass underwater, the maze is all up to luck, whoever runs fast can win the championship, I can think of things with such poor grades, you also look down on these proud sons..."

A group of people watched Egg fall silent, the pride of the sky doesn't have the unreasonable strength of you...

But even so, they felt that what Iger said made sense, but this competition has not been held for 700 years, and no one knows what the specific process is.

"And what do you suggest?" Dumbledore looked at Egg curiously.

Egg smiled, smiling heartily.

Let you not take me to play, in that case, you don't want to have fun...

"I still have a clear idea of the strength of the students I've taught, and even the Patronus Charm can be easily used, let alone ordinary Defence Against the Dark Arts." Iger shook his head: "The fire dragon is okay, what if the warrior is a road idiot if he is looking for someone underwater?" ”

Dumbledore: "......"

"Some people can't tell the difference between southeast and northwest on the shore, let alone in the water, in the eyes of road idiots, the same place is different during the day and night, and summer and winter are different........." I'm willing to make the Forbidden Forest available to you free of charge, what do you think? ”

Fudge: "......"

This guy really did it on purpose.

He's trying to murder, right?

"Where's the labyrinth?" Dumbledore looked at Egg with interest.

"What's that thing for? Do you sell tickets? Egger pouted: "Didn't you say that you were competing for strength?" Why don't you have to go into the maze? ”

"So what do you say you should do?" Fudge looked at Egger helplessly.

To be honest, he didn't want to deal with Egger very much, but the identity of the other party was still too sensitive, the landlord of Hogwarts, a group of strong people, and the most important thing was that the other party was not reasonable...

"It's simple, it's good to go head-to-head, and you're the winner in the end." Egger shook his hand: "Isn't it a battle for hegemony?" Let's go..."

“……”

In the end, Egger's proposal was rejected by the crowd, which, according to Fudge, was too unbelievable...

However, although the proposal for the third level was rejected, the second level of the Forbidden Forest was retained, but the task of communicating with the creatures in the Forbidden Forest was handed over to Egger and Hagrid.

Egger didn't feel troubled, no matter how fierce the creature was, it was as docile as a kitten in front of Egg, and there was no pressure on the job.

"I think next year's top three... No, it's the top four now..."Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "Next year's tournament may be the most exciting ever..."

"It's not just a sight..."The portrait of Talis on the wall smiled happily: "You know, the tournament has been suspended for more than 700 years, it's a pity that I couldn't see it when I was alive." ”

Fudge looked at the portrait of Talis and smiled respectfully, "The prize money we have prepared for the tournament this time is a thousand Galleons, I think..."

"Only a thousand Galleons?" Egger's voice rang out again, and Fudge was hoping that a thunderbolt would slash the bastard to death.

"It's too stingy, it's worth two fire bolts." Iger pouted.

"With all due respect, a thousand Galleons is a lot of money." Beside Fudge, a slightly chubby, kind-looking lady smiled at Egger.

"Auntie, if you're not mistaken, you're from the Kingsley family, can't a Kingsley family take out a few thousand Galleons? Please, obviously our British Ministry of Magic is the organizer, don't be so petty, okay? China's Bafang Town's monthly salary is calculated to be more than 400 Galleons, and their mortality rate is not as high as this..." Although I can't look at it--"

Everyone in the room suddenly pursed their lips vaguely...

"I don't like it, but it's a game for students to gamble their lives..."Iger grinned, "You're going to give a thousand Galleons?" ”

"And how much do you say?" Fudge felt a toothache.

"Three thousand Galleons for the first place, and one thousand Galleons for each of the other three." Iger snapped his fingers and raised five fingers leisurely...

"Five thousand Galleons?" Fudge was stunned.

The corner of Egg's eyes twitched: "Six thousand, big brother..."

"But you put up five fingers." Fudge's eyes looked a little aggrieved.

"Nonsense, I only have five fingers on one hand, okay?" Iger rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"Okay, let's not dwell on the fingers." Dumbledore pressed his hands down to signal everyone to be quiet: "The question now is, who pays for all this money?" ”

The room fell silent.

The Ministry of Magic looked at Fudge, Fudge looked at Egg, and Egg turned to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore: "......"

Looking at Egg's innocent eyes, Dumbledore's heart seemed to twitch.

Child, can you please ask for the area of my psychological shadow?

"Alas," Iger sighed, "Since you are all so reluctant, then I will pay for it." ”

As he spoke, Egg raised his chin defiantly towards Dumbledore: "But first, since I have paid a bonus, then I must be allowed to advertise my store, and during this period, the school shall not prevent students from using our products during non-school hours." ”

Dumbledore hesitated a little, then nodded: "This, I think as long as it's not too much, it's fine." ”

"Also, we're going to advertise when we're playing." Iger snapped his fingers: "Hang the sign of our store." ”

"That's fine." Dumbledore nodded.

The erudite old man still knows the concept of sponsorship.

Fudge's group left, happily gone.

The matter has been decided, and it is expected that the process will be officially launched when the school year starts in the second half of the year.

"Goo—" Fawkes cowered back on the shelf, looking at Egger timidly.

"You've been a little bit wrong lately, I know a nice veterinarian and my mom's friend, are you going to check it out?" Iger squinted at Fawkes.

"Don't—" Fawkes flapped his wings and flew away.

"I think the reason why something is wrong with him is because of the little phoenix you brought back." Dumbledore's voice rang out.

Egger: "??? ”

“So… I can understand it as... Is he Sichun? Iger blinked.

"Of course, like a restless teenager," Dumbledore nodded, "but Fawkes seems to be a little deflated, and the little phoenix from the East seems to be very distracted by him, making him deflated again and again." ”

"It's normal, that bird wasn't even a bird to me before..."Egg pouted, "Yes, dare to pry the corner of the wall under my nose..."

Fox didn't hear it and flew out of the window...

"What are you going to do?" Dumbledore looked at Egg.

Egger was stunned: "What how?" ”

"About the Final Three... Final Four Tournament. Dumbledore looked straight at Egg, his sharp gaze pointing at people's hearts.

"What can I do?" Egg pouted, looking at your really interesting Yazi.

"Don't say that kids. I don't think you've ever been willing to lose. Dumbledore said happily, "Let me think... If you don't plan to start the game, then the only way I can think of to make you a sure profit is to sit in the bank, if you can, I want you to help me with three hundred Galleons on each player, regardless of the odds, to be honest, I think it should be enough for my pension..."

Egger: "......"

"You're not actually from Dumbledore, are you?" Egg narrowed his eyes and looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him, and grabbed the other party's beard viciously: "Goblin, hand over Dumbledore quickly!" ”

Dumbledore: "......"

There was an awkward silence in the air, and then Dumbledore slowly spoke, "There's one more thing..."

"Say," Egger stinted and slumped into his soft chair, unhappy that Dumbledore had lowered his odds.

"I'll put an age limit next to the Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore whispered.

“Why？” Egg frowned: "Are you still worried about me here?" ”

"Forgive me for making the Weasleys two little monkeys unhappy, but I have to." Dumbledore shook his head slowly.

"But you have to know that if you are selected by the Goblet of Fire, it means that person has such strength, regardless of age." Egg shook his head slightly, he didn't approve of Dumbledore's approach.

"yes, I know." Dumbledore nodded: "But strength doesn't mean everything Egg, I'm pretty sure your strength is lighter than mine now, but I can guarantee that the two of us will fight to the death, and you will definitely lose." ”

Egg was silent, he knew that Dumbledore was right.

"There are many factors that can affect the performance of the Warriors, and the two main ones are: mentality and experience..."Dumbledore stood up and looked at Egg: "I know that Harry Rohn or the twins may be able to progress rapidly under your guidance, but I don't want them to take this risk." ”

Egger leaned back in the soft chair, his fingers tapping on the armrest, and then shook his head: "Forgive me, professor, I still don't agree with your idea. ”

"How?" Dumbledore looked at Egg with interest.

"They're going to be fourteen soon, but the Goblet of Fire is held every five years, I mean, if they miss this opportunity, they won't have the time to fight for glory again, whose youth isn't crazy professor?" Egg stood up and looked at Dumbledore and laughed.

"It would be their regret if they couldn't attend, but Professor—" Iger narrowed his eyes, "You know what regret is like." ”

"But this... Children who participate in the competition can die. Dumbledore had a hint of hesitation on his face.

"Let's be a hypothetical professor...", Iger paced slowly, holding out his hand and gesturing, "To give you the simplest example, if you're at their age... What will happen to you? ”

Dumbledore didn't speak, and outside the window, Fawkes grunted, afraid to enter the house because of Egger's presence.

It took a long time before Dumbledore nodded slowly: "You're right... Maybe it's really that I'm too old..."

"Once in a lifetime, I think those boys will like it, even if they don't get chosen, but I don't think it will make them regret it." ”

"Egger—" Dumbledore didn't seem to hear Egg's words, "you're going to promise me... Protect them. ”

"Of course, I will." Iger nodded.

"Make sure they all survive." Dumbledore looked at Egg with a deep look in his eyes, "You know, those projects are not as easy as you just said. ”

"Life and death are fateful, wealth is in the sky." The corners of Egger's mouth curled: "Have you ever heard of this sentence, Professor?" I will do my best to protect them, but I cannot guarantee that there will be no casualties. ”

Dumbledore hesitated, "But so..."

"It's nothing, old man..."Egger waved his hand: "The road is on our own, the only thing we have to do is to explain the danger of this matter before this, and make sure that the students can think twice, this is the responsibility for their lives." ”

Dumbledore's face looked haggard, and it seemed that he still had a deep understanding of Egger's words.

"The flowers in the greenhouse may be beautiful, but the roses that grow in the wind and rain are the healthiest." Iger shook his head: "I will do my best to ensure the safety of their lives, rest assured." ”

Dumbledore nodded slowly, "In that case, I'll leave it to you, little egg." ”

"Don't! Call me! Little eggs! Egg yelled in exasperation.

'Bang'

The door to the Headmaster's room closed, and Dumbledore leaned back in his chair quietly, his long beard moving slightly: "I am indeed old. ”

"That's enough, it's not the first time you've said that, damn it, you said it thirty years ago..."Phineas cried out angrily, "Why did you live so long?" It's already over a hundred years old, right? ”

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Ah... yes, speaking of which, I once drank the elixir of life..."

"How's it taste?" Talis looked at Dumbledore curiously.

"To be honest, it's not good..."Dumbledore smiled happily, "a little bit of water squeezed out of the stinky quilt..."

"Uh... It's disgusting..."Phineas looked disgusted.

"You should pray that he lives longer..."In the portrait on the side, Slytherin opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Phineas: "If he is dead, it means that the kid is not far from entering the headmaster's office..."

Phineas was stunned: "I think, should you drink a little more?" ”