"What are you asking me to do with this?" When Aitch entered the meditation basin, Hill obediently went to inform Dumbledore. Now he was standing beside Edge, in front of the meditation basin.

Dumbledore drew another silver-white memory from his mind and threw it into the meditation basin, reaching out for Aitch to continue.

This time it was Dumbledore and Harry's meeting, and Harry was telling Dumbledore about the real dream.

"So I ask you, what am I going to do with this?" Aitch repeated his question.

In fact, the answer is already obvious, Dumbledore combined the two memories and derived a plan: Voldemort sent "Moody" to send a man to the Triwizard Tournament to prepare for his murder.

That's what Dumbledore was trying to say.

"Erwin, now is not the time to talk angry!" Dumbledore said softly.

"Call me Edge." Aitch was as if he were talking to a passerby.

"I don't have anything to say to you." Aitch didn't even bother to use honorifics.

Dumbledore looked annoyed, and Edge's rejection of people made him unable to do anything, "Okay, I'll just tell you the truth, I saw Harry's name on the paper of the fake Moody. ”

"Oh." Aitch reacted like someone was saying he had eaten.

"This Professor Moody's is a fake, I am familiar with the real Professor Moody's, and it is not a compound potion. So he must have been sent by Voldemort. Dumbledore thought that Aitch hadn't understood, and was reminding Aitch to connect the two events.

"Kid, aren't you going to help him? Harry is your twin brother! Dumbledore's surprise was not remarkable.

"Help him?" Aitch smiled playfully at Dumbledore, laughing louder and louder, "Dumbledore, I kind of understand, why you instructed them to find out who I was. ”

"Any brotherly reunion is an excuse! You want to tie me to this boat and use me as a pawn for you, right? Aitch took a step closer.

"Draw the line, Dumbledore. Don't tell me you're not behind it. Aitch looked at Dumbledore, "What the hell do you want, what the hell are you thinking?" ”

Dumbledore's crystal-like blue eyes were a little flustered, "I'm here to get rid of Voldemort too." ”

It was like a slogan, and Dumbledore's conviction suddenly became firm, "Remember the trap you set in your first year? Using the Philosopher's Stone as bait, we professors blocked Quirrell at the top of the tower, but Voldemort escaped in the form of a geist. And if he continues to survive in the world in the form of a geist, making waves, we can't consume him at all, and one day, he will accumulate enough strength that none of us can suppress him, and he will overturn the entire wizarding world. ”

Aitch listened patiently to him.

"So I need to get him back to being a physical entity," Dumbledore snapped, "and I let Peter Pettigrew escape." ”

Aitch didn't glare at him as Dumbledore had expected, the calm wasn't like the ocean gathering strength and preparing for a stormy sea, but it really didn't matter, listening to the story.

Normally, if there is no one to help, Peter will not be able to escape easily if the Ministry of Magic is on guard.

"I also gave Voldemort a resurrection through Peter, one of which was the blood of the enemy. But in fact, Lily's magic is still on you, and Voldemort will use it, which will also weaken his strength to the greatest extent. ”

"So you tossed out this Triwizard Tournament and made my background known, originally planning to send me, who also bleeds Potter's blood, out to Voldemort as material?" Aitch sneered, complementing Dumbledore's plan.

"I think you're going to have a better chance of surviving, but what I didn't expect was that he chose Harry anyway. Luckily, I went to take a second look worriedly, otherwise things would have gotten worse. ”

Dumbledore was afraid, he was afraid that he would break the savior, and when Voldemort returned, it would be a huge blow to the confidence of the people in the wizarding world.

"So what?" Aitch clasped his hands, not at all cooperative. Aitch was clear about Dumbledore's purpose: there was still a way to remedy the matter, and since Voldemort chose the Triwizard Tournament as a breakthrough, after all, it was related to this competition, so let him also get involved in the Triwizard Tournament.

So Aitch was waiting for Dumbledore to open his mouth, which was to wait for the price and sell, but also to vent his anger.

When Aitch arrived in the lobby, he was thrilled to see Fred, George, and Lee Jordan rushing down the stairs.

"That's it." Fred triumphantly whispered to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "Just served." ”

"What to take?" Ron asked.

"Aged potions, dead brains," Fred said.

"One drop per person." George rubbed his hands together excitedly. "We'll only need to be a few months older."

"If any of the three of us wins, split the thousand Galleons equally." Jordan grinned.

"It's hard to guarantee that it won't work, you know." Hermione admonished, "I think Dumbledore must have thought of this too." ”

Fred, George, and Lee ignore her, pretending not to hear the cold water she spills.

"Are you ready?" Fred asked the other two, trembling with excitement, "Come on, I'll go first." ”

Harry watched, curious, Fred pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket, wrote "Fred Weasley - Hogwarts" and walked straight to the edge of the line, and stood there, moving his ankles like a diver preparing to jump down from a height of ten meters. After exercising, he took a deep breath and jumped in under the gaze of everyone.

At that moment, everyone thought he had succeeded—George must have thought the same, as he let out a cry of triumph and jumped in with Fred—but in another moment, there was a sizzling sound, and the twins were thrown out of the age line, as if they had been thrown by an invisible shot put thrower, and they fell heavily on the cold, hard stone floor three meters away from the circle, making two loud "bangs", and even more unfortunate that both of them grew long white beards at the same time.

The entire population hall burst into laughter, and they themselves laughed as they stood up and looked at each other.

"I warned you a long time ago." A low, smirking voice rang out, and everyone turned to see Dumbledore coming in from outside. He looked at Fred and George, smiling. "I suggest you both go to Madame Pomrui. She's already taking care of her two children, who are also determined to get older, but I have to say, neither of them has as good beards as yours. ”

Lee Jordan laughed so hard that he was lucky to be a step late to avoid bad luck and planned to accompany Fred and George to the school doctor's office.

But they stopped again, as a piece of parchment flew before their eyes and shot straight into the Goblet of Fire, engulfed in tongues of fire.

The astonished gaze focused on the initiator, or rather on the back. Not only the people at Hogwarts, but also the students of the other two schools were exclaiming in admiration: how simple it is!

First-year students are not familiar with the people from other schools, so they ask the people around them who are looking for pen and paper - it is the heirs of Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Dumbledore made a look of surprise, "Since our Mr. Aitch thought of the loophole of the levitation charm, then our age line doesn't seem to make much sense. As he spoke, he waved his hand to erase the age line he had personally cast.

Everyone was cheering, except Karkaroff, because Hogwarts was able to pull the whole school out to sign up. Although he didn't think that his own Krum would be inferior to the warriors selected by Hogwarts, he always felt that he had suffered a loss, and clamored to bring the Goblet of Fire to Durmstrang for everyone to sign up once. Madame Maxim's face was not good-looking, but she thought that she had brought all the qualified students in the school, so she didn't care.