When the dishes on the plate were gone, Dumbledore stood up, and the hall was filled with a pleasantly tense atmosphere, and Harry and Ron were shaking with excitement as they thought about what would happen next. Not far from them, Fred and George also leaned forward, staring intently at Dumbledore, they had already discussed several methods, and some couldn't wait to try it.

"The time has come," Dumbledore said with a smile on his upturned face, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin, now, Mr. Filch, please bring the chest." ”

No one noticed how long Filch had been in the corner of the hall, and he walked toward the front desk with a large old jeweled box. The students were talking excitedly, and many of them had already craned their necks to look around.

"The Ministry of Magic has already checked the mission instructions for this year's champions," Filch had carefully placed the box on the table in front of him as Dumbledore spoke, "they had prepared the necessary preparations for each challenge. Three missions will run throughout the school year, and they will test the contestants in different ways, testing their magical talents, guts, reasoning skills, and of course, their ability to deal with danger. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole hall fell silent, so quiet that no one seemed to breathe.

"You know, there will be three contestants." Dumbledore calmly continued, "One for each participating school. We will give each player a score for their performance in each of the tasks. After completing the three tasks, the one with the highest total score wins. The contestants will be chosen one by one by an impartial and impartial chooser, the Burning Goblet of Fire. ”

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped it three times on the jewel chest. The lid creaks and slowly opens. He reached in and pulled out a large, roughly sharpened wooden cup. If it weren't for the blue and white flames dancing around the rim of the wooden cup, it would have been inconspicuous.

Dumbledore closed the jewel box and carefully placed the burning goblet on top of it so that everyone could see it.

"Applicants must neatly write their names and schools on parchment and then toss them into the cup," Dumbledore said, "and those who have a passion should put their names into the cup within 24 hours, and tomorrow evening, on Halloween, the Goblet of Fire will give the names of the players it has chosen who are most qualified to represent their school." The Goblet of Fire will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, and anyone who wants to sign up can go in, in order to avoid the temptation of underage people who are not strong enough to sign up," said Dumbledore, who deliberately emphasized the word 'lack of strength'.

"Once the Goblet of Fire is in the Population Hall, I'll draw an age line around it, and no one under the age of 17 can cross it. Finally, I would like to remind you that this tournament is not something that you can participate in casually, and once you have been selected by the Burning Goblet of Fire, he or she will have to play it to the end. Because when you put the name in the cup, you naturally form a binding magical contract. Once you're a player, you can't change your mind, whether he's over 17 years old or not," Dumbledore's dark eyes glanced at Harry, not knowing what was going on in his mind, and then at Mo Wen, "so before throwing your name into the cup, be sure to think about whether you're really ready to fight with all your heart." Well, I think it's time for you all to rest, and I wish you all the best of luck. ”

"An age line!" Fred Weasley said, his eyes sparkling as the two brothers walked down the hall with Harry and Hermione towards the common room. "Well, isn't that just a drop of age-enhancing agent that can be settled?"

"But can we really make it?" Harry said that perhaps it was because Dumbledore's sight had just been discovered by him, or maybe it was Hermione who told him about the fact that the Cockhead Snake had seriously injured all three headmasters in a Triwizard Tournament that had finally made him realize the danger of the game, and he was a little hesitant at this time.

"Say it yourself," George asked Harry at once, "you're going to find a way to get in, won't you?" ”

Harry thought for a moment that Dumbledore had said that those under the age of 17 were not allowed to sign up, but after a while, his mind was filled with the wonderful scenario of himself winning the Triwizard Tournament. Holding the trophy himself, Autumn looked at him excitedly, while Guris could only stand by and look sad, if he could really cross that line・・・・・・

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The next day was Saturday, and normally most students would have breakfast late, but Hermione woke up earlier than usual on weekends. Harry and Ron had gone to Freddie early in the morning, and she really didn't worry about them. In the middle of the hall lay a flaming Goblet of Fire, which was drawn on the floor of the stool that usually used to hold sorting hats, forming a circle with a radius of 10 feet.

"Did anyone put a name in there?" Hermione asked a girl beside her.

"The Beauxbatons are all gone," she replied, "but I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts put their names in." ”

Thankfully, maybe Harry wasn't that stupid, Hermione thought to herself.

But soon she was desperate to find Harry, Ron, Fred, and George rushing down from the upper floor, and they were very excited.

"That's it." Fred triumphantly boasted to Hermione, "Just served." ”

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Do you think Dumbledore wouldn't think about that?" Age-enhancing agents? ”

But it's a pity that no one listened to her, "One drop per person." George rubbed his hands together excitedly. Of course, Harry and Ron took a little more, but it was worth it. ”

"If any of the four of us wins, we will split the 1,000 Galleons equally." Ron grinned as well.

Harry nodded as well, looking around, as if looking for someone.

"Are you ready?" Fred asked the others, trembling with excitement, "Then come on, I'll go first." ”

He pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket, then walked straight to the edge of the line and stood there, moving his ankles like a diver ready to jump down from a height of 50 feet. After exercising, under the gaze of everyone, he took a deep breath and stepped in.

For a split second, Harry thought he had succeeded—George must have thought so, for he let out a cry of triumph and jumped in after Fred—but the next moment, there was a sizzling sound, and the two twins were thrown out of the gold coil as if they had been thrown by an invisible shot thrower, and they fell the cold, hard stone floor ten feet away from the lap, with two loud thuds, and even more unfortunate that they both grew long white beards at the same time.

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

"I warned you a long time ago." Hermione couldn't help but laugh as she glanced at Harry and Ron, "How's it going?" Now you want to go in with you and grow a beard? ”

Under Hermione's gaze, Harry and Ron shook their heads desperately, and then Hermione was surprised that Harry's face suddenly turned blue.

She turned at once, only to find a figure beside the Goblet of Fire at some point, it was Gurris, who walked unhurriedly into the circle of gold, and threw the parchment in his hand as easily as if he were eating dinner.

The parchment flew into the Goblet of Fire under the gaze of all, and was swallowed up by a flash of flame, but Guris was not thrown out, nor did he grow a white beard, but instead moved gracefully as if he had just attended a banquet, and then he turned and left the hall.

"I knew he could do it!" Just then, a Hogwarts house onlooker shouted.

Then there was a chorus, "Yes, yes, who doesn't know how powerful Guris is" "He must be the warrior of Hogwarts, and those seniors can't compare to him." ”・・・・・・

In the midst of the commotion, Hermione saw Harry clench his fists violently.