Chapter 396 Age Cut-off Line

"It's not wise to participate in this competition before we are old, we have less time to accumulate. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Hermione disagrees with Fred's adventure and reminds him of the disadvantages he will face.

Joe waved his hand and said impatiently, "Not everyone is going to lose to the seniors. He turned to Harry and asked, "You're going to sign up too, Harry?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, he really hadn't thought about it carefully, he only knew that he couldn't sign up under the age of seventeen, and he was definitely not old enough to sign up. But now it seems that the list is not reviewed by the teacher, so it is obvious that the magic can hide the registration.

He pondered for a moment, quickly shook his head, and said, "Forget it, it's not a good idea to violate the school rules in front of foreign envoys. ”

Fred and Joe rolled their eyes disapprovingly and sighed, "You guys are so unpursuing. ”

"Where's Krum?" Ron asked, looking around, "Dumbledore didn't say where Durmstrong's students went to sleep. ”

His mind was all about the girl from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang from Krum. When Dumbledore asked everyone to go back to sleep, he remembered that Dumbledore hadn't said where the foreign envoys were sleeping.

He knew the answer right away. They had just reached the Slytherin table when Professor Karkaroff walked briskly up to his students.

"Alright, go back to the ship. He said gently to one of the students, "How's it going, Victor, have you eaten enough, do you want me to get some mulled wine from the kitchen?"

Krum shook his head, put on his fur cloak, and rose from his seat.

"Professor, I want a little mulled wine. Another Durmstrang student salivated.

"No one asked you, Poliaco. Professor Karkaroff said sternly, the gentle expression on his face disappearing without a trace, "You drip food on your robe again, you annoying fellow." ”

Professor Karkaroff turned around and walked out the door with his students. They were walking towards Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Harry stood sideways and let them pass first.

"Thank you. Professor Karkaroff said nonchalantly, nodding at Harry.

Momentarily, he froze, and he turned his head to Harry, staring at him with a look of astonishment, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Durmstrang's students stood behind their headmaster, paused, and looked curiously at the person opposite.

Karkaroff's eyes were fixed on Harry, staring at the scar on his head, and Durmstran's students all looked at Harry curiously, their faces thoughtful.

The boy with the soup stain on his chest robe motioned to the girl next to him to show her the scar on Harry's head.

"That's right, this is Harry Potter," an angry voice came from behind them.

Karkaroff turned sharply, and Mad-Eye Moody was already standing behind him, heavy body, on crutches. The magic prosthetic eye stared at him without blinking

His face turned pale, a look of hatred and anger, and fear, just one expression conveyed a lot of internal information.

"It's you," Professor Karkaroff glared at Moody blankly, as if he didn't dare to confirm his eyes.

"Of course it's me," Professor Moody said gloomily, "unless you have something to say to Potter, otherwise, Karkaroff, get out of here, you're blocking the door." ”

That's when they realized that half of the students in the auditorium were looking this way, trying to know what was going on.

Professor Karkaroff didn't say anything more, he waved his hand and left with the students. Until he disappeared, Professor Moody stared at him with his magic prosthetic eye, a look of extreme disgust on his scarred face.

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The next day was Saturday, a crisp and cool morning. The students were waking up earlier than usual, and they didn't have the procrastination of weekdays and weekends.

Early in the morning, Harry, Hermione, and Ron came down from the dorm room early. But by the time they reached the foyer, there were already more than twenty people gathered there. Someone was sitting near the Goblet of Fire with bread in hand, scrutinizing the particular magical item.

The cup was placed in the center of the foyer, on the stool where the Sorting Hat was usually placed, and around the stool was a thin line of gold. A ten-foot radius encloses the cup inside, making it inaccessible to age-inappropriate people.

Harry greeted George and asked curiously, "Did anyone put a name in it?"

George said in a flat tone, "Durmstrang's students have just come, and they all voted, and the Beauxbatons people haven't come yet, so they should all sign up." Hogwarts students, they may not have thought about it, and they can't afford to lose a game at home. ”

Harry looked around, then leaned over to George and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to sign up?" ”

"Hmm!" said George, with a nonchalant hum, "the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang saw me yesterday, and it's not good if I'm going to join in the fun." What's more, for me, the reward is equal to nothing. ”

If the reward is something rare, he might even be able to pull down his face and bully the child. But a mere 1,000 gold galleons is not enough for him to earn a day, and beating children for this reward is too cheap.

"Oh well. Harry thought about it in his heart, they had been doing a lot lately, and it seemed that they really couldn't get involved in this triwizard tournament.

At this moment, there was a loud laugh at the door, and everyone followed the sound. Seeing Fred, Joe, and Lee Jordan walking all the way, smiles overflowed on their faces.

"Will their ageing potion be useful?" Ron asked curiously, with a look of anticipation and eagerness on his face.

A thousand gold Galleons is a lot of money for Ron, and if Fred and Joe can cheat the age line, then he can certainly too.

If George doesn't compete, Ron has no awe of other senior students, but he has been training with George, and these self-confidence are still there.

"I guess it won't work out, Dumbledore will take that into account. Hermione said disapprovingly.

"Age-boosters don't increase one's actual age, and the magic that increases one's actual age is something that even the most sophisticated wizards can hardly master, and it's not a simple matter. They should think more about confusion spells, or even polyjuice decoctions, rather than trying to disguise age. ”

George coldly criticized their methods, and even suggested real ones.

(To be continued.) )