Harry's dream was soon shattered.

Not yesterday, not today, but the next day, early Saturday morning.

On weekends, Hogwarts students generally wake up late, let alone have breakfast in the Great Hall.

Breakfast was only served until half-past nine, so some students didn't even eat breakfast.

However, Saturday was different, waking up much earlier than a normal weekend, and it wasn't just Clark and Neville anymore.

When they took the little wizards of the Warrior Club to finish their morning exercises, took a shower, and went downstairs into the foyer, they saw more than twenty people gathered there, some of them still eating bread in their mouths.

They were all looking at the Goblet of Fire, as if preparing to see a flower from it.

But apart from the blue-white flame that burned all the time, there was nothing unusual about this cup.

It sat unprotected in the middle of the hallway, quietly on the same stool where the Sorting Hat was customary.

A thin gold line was drawn on the floor around the stool, ten feet long on each side, and the cup was boxy in the middle.

"Did anyone put a name in it?"

Ron, who walked into the foyer at about the same time as Clarke, eagerly asked a third-year girl.

"Yes, all the representatives of Durmstrang," she replied, "but I haven't seen anyone sign up at Hogwarts." ”

"Someone must have put their names in while we were sleeping last night." Harry, who had come with him, said, "If it were me, I would do it...... I don't want everyone to see it. How humiliating it would be if the cup crumpled your name and threw it out! ”

As he said this, his hands remained in his trouser pockets, and his palms clutched a note with his name on it.

But before he could make the next move, someone behind him laughed.

He looked back,

Someone behind Harry laughed. He looked back and saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan hurrying down the stairs, all three of them looking extremely excited.

"It's finished," Fred whispered to Clark in a smug tone, "just drank." ”

"What?" Ron asked.

"Age-enricher, stupid." Fred said.

"A drop from each of them," said George, rubbing his hands together with joy, "we just need a few more months to grow." ”

"If any of us wins, the thousand Galleons will be divided equally among three people." Lee said, with a smile on his face.

"I don't think this age-booster will have any effect," Clarke kindly reminded, "and a lot of Dumbledore will definitely take this into account, you haven't figured out the effect of this golden thread alone." ”

George frowned, but Fred and Lee ignored him.

"Are you ready?" Fred trembled with excitement and said to the other two, "Come on, then—I'll go in first—"

The crowd of onlookers watched in fascination as Fred pulled out a parchment note from his pocket with the words "Fred Weasley - Hogwarts" written on it.

Fred walked straight to the edge of the age line and stood there, swaying on tiptoe like a diver preparing to jump from a fifty-foot platform.

"Come on!" There were voices of encouragement from the crowd, and if he succeeded, it meant that others had a chance as well.

So, under the gaze of every pair of eyes in the foyer, he took a deep breath and crossed the line.

For a moment, Harry thought Fred had succeeded—and Lee Jordan must have thought the same.

I saw him shout triumphantly, and jump forward with Fred—

But then a sizzling sound was heard, and the two of them were thrown out of the golden ring, as if an invisible shot put player had thrown them out.

They fell in agony to the cold, stone floor ten feet away, and were humiliated even more than the physical pain.

With a loud popping sound, the same long white beards appeared on the chins of both of them.

The people in the foyer burst into laughter, and even Fred and Lee Jordan couldn't help but laugh when they got up and saw each other's white beards.

"How so?" George Weasley's mouth opened wide in shock.

Clark also saw this scene on the side, and couldn't help but say:

"You haven't figured it out at all, Professor Dumbledore's principle of this golden thread.??

Age-boosters, like compound decoctions, can only change the appearance of the user slightly, making people look older.

It lasts a bit longer than a compound decoction and does not need to be taken every hour.

The boiling aspect is also much simpler, but it also does not make people change in essence.

To put it simply, Fred and Lee Jordan, who took age-enhancing drugs, just became what they were when they grew up.

If they drink enough age-enhancing potions, they can even become old men, just like now, but they are still two teenagers in essence, and they will not really die of old age because of this.

Therefore, this kind of magic only confuses people's senses, and cannot decipher Headmaster Dumbledore's magic, because the golden thread is essentially a screening of the power of time in us.

If we don't spend a day, the power of time in our bodies will remain a little, and nothing can change this.

Therefore, with our current abilities, it is impossible to break through the limitations of Headmaster Dumbledore with magic and potions.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

"Mr. Prewitt is right, Gryffindor plus ten!" There was a round of applause, accompanied by a low, amused voice, "Honestly, I warned you before. ”

Everyone turned their heads and saw Professor Dumbledore coming out of the Great Hall.

He looked Fred and Lee Jordan up and down, his eyes glinting with schadenfreude, like a little kid reading a joke.

"I suggest you both pay a visit to Madam Pomfrey, who is already caring for Miss Fawcett of Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers of Hufflepuff.

They have also made up their minds to age a little more, but I must say that their beards are nowhere near as beautiful as yours. ”

Fred and Lee Jordan left for the hospital, George with them, still laughing profusely, Harry and Ron giggling, and they all went into the auditorium for breakfast.

This morning, the decoration of the auditorium was changed again.

Because it's Halloween, there's a swarm of live bats flying around the enchanted ceiling, and hundreds of little pumpkins in every corner, squinting at everyone, their green eyes looking strange.

Clark and the others sat down at the Gryffindor table, just in time to hear Dean and Seamus next door talking about the seventeen-year-old Hogwarts students who might be participating in the tournament.

"Some say that Wallins got up early in the morning and threw his name in." Dean excitedly told the group, "It's that big guy from Slytherin, who looks like a sloth." ”

Harry, who had played Quidditch against Warrington, shook his head in disgust.

No one had a good impression of Warrington, and the big guy had a bad reputation in school.

"We can't let a Slytherin be a warrior!"

"Yes, that's obviously the worst possible outcome."

"If a Slytherin man were a warrior, I would never support him!"

"The Hufflepuff classmates are talking about Diggory," Seamus said contemptuously, "but I don't think he'd be willing to risk his looks." ”

"It's another terrible choice, and after Percy they've graduated, there's nothing outstanding in the Gryffindor class." Ron sighed.

The thought that the Champions of Hogwarts would be likely to be between Wallins and Diggory made everyone feel bad.

"It's a pity that Clark is not old enough, otherwise with his strength, how can he get them!" Colin, who was sitting across from Clark, sighed.

"yes." Hermione and Neville nodded together.

When Clark heard this, he was about to speak, when Harry suddenly said, "Listen! ”

There was a loud cheer in the foyer outside, and everyone turned around in their seats, only to see Angelina Johnson walking into the auditorium, grinning a little embarrassed.

She was a tall, dark-skinned girl who played as a chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Angelina walked over to them, sat down and said happily, "Ah, I've done it!" I put my name in it! ”

"You're kidding!" Ron looked surprised.

"So, are you seventeen?" Harry asked.

"Needless to say, you don't see a beard, do you?" Ron said.

"My birthday last week." Angelina said.

"Ah, I'm so glad Gryffindor finally has someone attending," said Hermione, "and I really hope you succeed, Angelina!" ”

"Thanks, Hermione." Angelina said, smiling at Hermione.

"yes, I'd rather be you than that creamy little boy Diggory." Seamus said, his words causing several Hufflepuff students passing by their table to glare at him angrily.

Everyone expressed their support for Angelina.

Soon, they had finished their breakfast and were ready to leave the auditorium.

"So what are we going to do today?" Ron asked Clark and the others.

They discussed it for a while, and finally decided to visit Hagrid, after all, it was Halloween, and it was a bit of a waste of youth to read and study on this kind of holiday.

The group walked across the lawn to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

In the distance, Beauxbatons' powder-blue carriage was parked two hundred yards from Hagrid's hut, and the elephant-like rune horses pulling the carriage were grazing in a makeshift enclosure beside the carriage.

When they walked in, they saw that the Beauxbatons students seemed to have finished their breakfast and were getting off the carriage one after another.

At this point, Ron's question about where Beauxbatons' students slept was completely revealed.

By this time, Clark had already seen Fleur, after all, her long silver hair was so conspicuous.

Fleur saw Clark as well, but she didn't say hello, just nodded symbolically, and the other girls pretended not to see them.

Ron's eyes widened and he was still staring at Fleur's back until she walked across the lawn with the others and into the castle.

"What are they going to do?" Ron asked regretfully.

"Maybe I'm going to throw my name into the Goblet of Fire." Harry guessed.

Neville also looked at the distant backs of the men and asked suspiciously, "Why don't they eat breakfast in the castle, it's actually pretty good today." ”

"Maybe it's because we're worried about poisoning our food." Hermione said dissatisfied, "After all, that would make their heroes eat bad stomachs and lose the game." ”

Speaking of this, Clark remembered his previous life, the kimchi country team that participated in the competition with its own food and cook.

And just as they were talking, the wooden door behind them creaked open.

"Oh, you're finally here!" Hagrid stepped out of the room, "I thought you little ones had forgotten where I lived!" ”

Hermione turned around and said, "We're so busy, Sea—"

However, she was only halfway through her speech, and when she saw Hagrid, she was speechless in surprise, and Clarke's eyes widened.

Hagrid was seen wearing his best brown suit with an orange-red and yellow checkered tie.

It's actually nothing, but his suit doesn't seem to have been well maintained, so that it has fluffy threads on it, and it looks ugly.

Of course, that's not the worst of it: he's obviously tried to straighten his hair, using a lot of machine lube and stuff like that.

Now his hair was slick in two bunches - perhaps he had intended to tie a ponytail like Bill's, only to find that he had too much hair.

Regardless, however, the outfit didn't suit Hagrid very well.

But Hagrid didn't seem to think so, and when he saw the stunned crowd, he triumphantly grabbed his collar and turned lightly.

"How's my dress?"

"Very good, Hagrid."

To avoid hurting Hagrid's pride, Hermione lied against her will, and secretly kicked Ron in the calf, as the big mouth had been staring at Hagrid's odd hairstyle and was about to open her mouth to make a comment.

"Oh!"

Hagrid didn't notice Ron's screams and looked at them happily, "I thought so too. ”

He said, craned his neck and looked over Beauxbatons' carriage.

Unfortunately, there was no one there, and Hagrid regretfully withdrew his gaze and invited Clark and them into the house to sit down.

Hagrid's hut consisted of only one room, a huge bed in a corner, covered with a torn quilt made of unicorn fur.

In front of the fire, an equally large wooden table and chairs were placed, and a large pile of cured ham and dead birds hung from the ceiling above the fire.

They sat down at the table, Hagrid making tea, and the conversation quickly turned back to the Triwizard Tournament.

Hagrid seemed as excited about it as they were.