346. Registration

The students gathered in groups, not far away Cedric's friends were joking with him, and everyone already knew his desire to compete, and Field saw a lot of eager students, but most of them were 7-year-olds.

Just as he was about to leave the auditorium, Field saw the Weasley twins in front of him running towards him excitedly.

"Field, do you think the age potion can fool that age threshold?" said George or Fred.

"Well, who knows? Do you want to sign up?" asked Field.

"Of course, don't you think it's funny? When we make an elixir, would you like to give you a bottle?" said another.

"No thanks, I have no intention of signing up. Field said.

He actually didn't understand why so many students were keen to sign up for the Final Three, after all, there was only one place for each school in this competition, and there were only a few top students at Hogwarts, so what was the point of others signing up as well?

As they spoke, the group came to the door of the auditorium, but they were blocked. The Fields and Weasley brothers, who are not short in height, can see the situation clearly on tiptoe, and it seems that Durmstrang's headmaster, Karkaroff, seems to be confronting Harry, which causes a traffic jam.

The crowd grew more and more crowded, and it seemed that something was wrong on both sides, and Karkaroff left with Durmstrang's students.

The night was dark, Field, who wasn't with his friends tonight, ran to the third floor of the castle and worked with Gore, the cameraman of Magic TV, to set up the equipment.

Thanks to the convenience of magic, a room full of equipment would have to work for at least a few dozen people for several days in the Muggle world. Here, two wizards, one big and one small, only need to wave their wands and get all the equipment in one night. Of course, this is only the equipment used in the castle to process the post-production images, and a large number of equipment will arrive with the arrival of the other members of the Magic Television.

The next day was Saturday, and Field got up early as usual, but today he didn't go for a run, and Rolf, who was also an early riser, was going to the auditorium to watch the excitement. Originally, they were going to call Ernie and Justin, but these two guys had a heated discussion about the Final Three last night, so they slept late, and now they can't wake up no matter how they call them.

By the time they walked into the foyer, several people had already appeared in the foyer, and Gore, the cameraman for Magic TV, was dozing off against the wall, and a camera was pointing at the Goblet of Fire. The Goblet of Fire was placed in the center of the foyer, where the Sorting Hat was supposed to be placed. A thin gold line was drawn on the floor, square, ten feet long on each side, and the cup was enclosed in the middle, this should be the age line, Field had never been exposed to this magic, and he felt the need to find time to understand it, this spell similar to the repulsion spell would often have an unexpected effect.

Field and Rolf entered the Great Hall, and there were quite a few people inside, and Dumbledore had already arrived, talking to Lady Diggory.

Today, the decoration of the auditorium has changed again. Probably because it was Halloween, a swarm of live bats flew around the ceiling, causing the little man in the center to scream, and hundreds of little people carved from pumpkins squinted at everyone in every corner.

Field and Rolf didn't stay long, they picked up the bread on the table and returned to the foyer as they ate.

Just as Field was about to ask Gore who had put their names in, Karkaroff led Durmstrang's students to the foyer, and under everyone's gaze, Durmstrang's students threw their names into the Goblet of Fire, led by Victor Klum.

"Didn't anyone pitch at Hogwarts?" asked Field, turning his head to Zacharith Smith behind him. Smith was a classmate of Field's classmates, with yellow hair, a slumped nose, a tall and skinny man, who was very active in the Quidditch team of Hufflepuff last year, but was not selected by Cedric.

Wallins got up early in the morning and threw his name in. It's the big guy in Slytherin, who looks like a sloth," Zachary Smith looked funny.

"Oh, okay. "Field remembers Wallins, the Slytherin Quidditch team, who was honestly not bad, but a little bit of a black hand on the pitch.

"Didn't Seid?" asked Field, continuing.

"No, the sixth graders haven't arrived yet?" Smith said, shaking his head.

"Yo Yo Yo ~~~~~~ see who's coming~~~~" In a commotion, a pair of men and women walked in surrounded by everyone.

"It's Summers and Fawcett. Rolf shook his head and smiled wryly.

Summers was Cedric's classmate, in the same sixth grade, but he didn't seem to be 17 years old yet. Fawcett is Summers' girlfriend, but she's a Ravenclaw, sixth grade, and if I'm not mistaken, I'm not even 17.

"What's wrong?" Field, looking at Rolf curiously.

"Summers came last night and asked me to make some anti-aging potions for him, he's my distant cousin. Rolf said.

"Well, I hope they can't wait and they won't blame you for the bad potions. Field said helplessly.

Summers and Fawcett stood in front of the age line, looked at each other and smiled, then both drank the potion they had prepared, and after a while, took the parchment out of their pockets.

The two tacitly reached out together, shook each other, and then jumped into the age line together.

"Yay~~~~" After a few moments, the two cheered and high-fived each other as they prepared to throw the parchment into the Goblet of Fire.

Just when everyone in the auditorium thought they had succeeded, the golden age line suddenly let out a squeak of electricity, and then the golden light flashed, and the two were thrown out more than ten feet.

"Bang~~~" Just after the two of them landed, there was another loud noise, and the faces of the two people who fell to the ground quickly grew white beards, and Fawcett, who was a girl, was not spared, and she still had a beard.

The people in the foyer burst into laughter, and Summers and Fawcett stood up, looked at each other, and then laughed straight back. Most of the wizards are a bit of a playful person, and many of them like to play tricks.

"Well, I'll have to take them to Madam Pomfrey, and hopefully she'll have an antidote, or I'll not have the ingredients to make the antidote. Rolf stood up and said goodbye to Field.

"Hi, Field. Harry's voice came from behind.

Field turned and saw Harry and Ron.

"Good morning, Harry, good morning, Ron. Where's Hermione?" Field, not seeing Hermione, asked curiously.

"Oh, it occurred to her that she hadn't mobilized Hagrid to join her vomit society yet, and now she'd gone back to the Gryffindor common room to get the badge. Ron looked at Field with a strange look in his eyes, which made Field a little confused.

Just as Field was about to ask them if they needed to go to the auditorium first to get something to eat, the Weasley twins and their friend Lee Jordan appeared in the foyer.

The three of them looked very excited, and talked about the preparation of dividing the prize money equally after winning the prize, obviously looking like they were winning, and they had no idea at all that everyone around them had a good look on their faces.

Sure enough, the two people who drank the age-increasing potion were directly thrown more than a dozen feet away by the age limit, just like Summers and Fawcett in front, and then grew a white beard on their faces, which caused laughter.

Dumbledore walked out of the Great Hall, seemingly amused by what had just happened, and praised the Weasley twins' beards as beautiful as Summers and Fawcett.

Field and Harry had already finished watching the play and turned back to the auditorium. But as soon as I walked in the door, I heard cheers from the foyer behind me, and it seemed that someone had successfully signed up.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Angelina Johnson, the Gryffindor Quidditch chaser, was a tall, healthy-looking girl. Angelina is also in sixth grade, but according to her, she just celebrated her 17th birthday last week.

"Oooh~~~~~ Beauxbatons is here. There was a cheer coming out of the hallway, and Ron suddenly turned and walked back.

"Ron, what's going on?" Field, turning to Harry, asked.

"Well, to be honest, Ron seems to have some crush on that French friend of yours. Harry said.

In the face of Harry's teasing, Field could only shrug his shoulders in helplessness.

The two followed, only to see Beauxbatons students just coming in through the front door, Fleur walking between them, and the boys in the foyer basically all eyes on her.

Madame Maxim followed her students into the foyer and ordered them to line up. Then one by one, the students of Buchba Ton crossed the age line and threw their parchment into the blue-and-white flames. When each name is thrown into the flames, the flames quickly turn red and burst out with sparks, which should indicate that the registration is successful.

Fleur looked around and suddenly saw Field at the door of the auditorium, so she smiled and waved to him.

Field smiled wryly and gestured to her in the murderous eyes of the students around her.

"Hey, do you see, she's waving to me?" Suddenly Ron in front of him turned sharply and said to Harry and Field with a look.

"Of course, I saw it. Field said to Ron before Harry could explain. Ron was right in front of them, and it seemed that he had misunderstood, but Field felt that such a misunderstanding did not need to be explained.

"Field, you say, what happens to those who aren't selected? Do they go back to their schools, or do they stay here to watch the game?" Ron asked.

"Of course stay here to watch the game, Madame Maxim is a member of the jury, she can't leave, although there is a magic TV station in charge of the live broadcast now, but it is definitely not as good as watching it live. Field said.

By this time all the students had registered, and Madame Maxim led them out of the foyer and back to the field outside.

"Oh, you say, where do they stay at night?" Ron asked with interest.

"In the carriage, just like the tent where everyone lived at the Quidditch World Cup, there must have been spells, which is normal in the wizarding world. Field ate the last loaf of bread in his hand.

"Oh, finally got it, Field, are you there too? are you going to find Hagrid with us?" Hermione ran down the stairs in a frenzy.

"No, go on your own, I'm going to see if there's anything I need help from Magic TV!, and I'm still waiting for Syd to sign up!" said Field, regretfully.

Seeing off the Harry trio, Field ran to the Great Hall, only to see Cedric surrounded by Hufflepuff badgers running to sign up.

"Cedric, how does it feel to sign up?" said Field, jokingly asking Cedric.

"I'm looking forward to it, Field, would you like me to put your name in for you?" Cedric asked, smiling at him.

Finding someone to help cast a vote is indeed the easiest way for wizards under the age of 17 to sign up, and Field couldn't figure out why a few people before, including the Weasley twins, couldn't sign up in this easiest and safest way? After all, the Goblet of Fire itself does not prohibit anyone from voting their names, and what prevents wizards under the age of 17 from approaching is only the age line drawn by Dumbledore.

"No, it's useless anyway. Field shook his head and said, he always felt that Dumbledore's drawing of that age line was too much, anyway, there is only one place in an academy, naturally only the best wizards in each school can become warriors, even if more people sign up, it is actually useless, many students under the age of age actually know that even if they sign up, they will definitely not be selected, and the registration itself is actually just a means for them to gain attention.

Of course, if you think about it, the rules that require you to be over 17 years old seem to be set by the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore may have thought of this too, so he just drew an age line.