"Clark Prewit!"

"Bruce Stewart."

At the guest of honor, when all the noise had fallen silent, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and shouted again.

In the face of this complicated situation, his face did not show much surprise and doubt, as if everything was expected by him.

"Clark! And Mr. Stewart, please come up here! ”

Without being prompted, Clark got up, smiled, and walked down the aisle between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's tables.

Although hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at him along the way, the pressure of being watched by everyone was like a breeze on his face, and it was not worth mentioning at all.

He was joined by Bruce Stewart.

The transfer student from Ilvermorny also got up from the Slytherin table and walked down the aisle with a blank expression, almost walking in front of Dumbledore with Clarke.

Looking at the two of them standing side by side, the buzzing discussion became louder and louder.

The teachers were staring at them as well, as if it had been an hour, before Dumbledore said, "Okay...... Go through that door, both. ”

The two of them walked along the staff's desk, the noise behind them finally subsided, and Dumbledore seemed to be calming the crowd.

"Alright, now our warriors have been chosen.

I know I can count on all of you, including Beauxbatons and the rest of Durmstrang, to support your Warriors with all your might.

By cheering on the Warriors, you will also contribute a lot to this event—"

Behind him, Dumbledore's voice faded away, and Clark and Bruce walked through the door one after the other.

Exiting the Great Hall, they found themselves in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on either side.

In the fireplace across from them, the fire was blazing.

When he entered, all the faces on the portraits turned their heads to look at him.

He saw a crumpled witch swoop out of his frame and into a nearby frame, where a male witch with a walrus beard wore it.

The crumpled witch began to quietly bite his ear.

Victor Krum and Fleur Delacour gathered around the fire.

Against the backdrop of the flames, the impression of these two figures is particularly strong.

Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bent over something.

When the two Clarkes walked in, he looked up, "What's wrong?" Do they want us to go back to the auditorium? ”

He thought that Clark and Bruce had come in to pass the word, but neither Clark nor Bruce spoke, but they chose a corner and stood quietly.

Fleur Delacour turned her head and shook her long silver hair.

She seemed to have guessed something, and looked at Clark curiously.

But before she could speak, there was another rush of footsteps outside the door.

The next moment, Ludo Bagman was the first to enter the room.

"It's so bizarre!" As soon as he entered, he whispered, "Allow me to introduce you—as incredible as it may seem—this is the Hogwarts Warriors of Triwizard Tournament!" ”

Ludo Bagman pointed at Clark, and Victor Krum straightened up and looked Clark up and down, his face dark.

Fleur Delacour shook her long hair, smiled, and said, "Oh, it seems that I guessed correctly, you guy can make big news there." ”

"Yes," Bagman echoed, "Clark's name just spewed out of the Goblet of Fire, and as a Hogwarts Champion, he broke through Dumbledore's time-screening barrier. ”

Krum's two thick eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"But so what, he didn't play by the rules," he said haughtily to Bagman, "and he couldn't compete." ”

"yes...... This is truly surprising. ”

Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and looked at Clark with a smile.

"However, as you know, the age limit as an additional security measure was only introduced this year.

Now that his name is squirting out of the goblet...... I mean, I don't think I'm allowed to escape now that I've gotten to this point...... The rules are very clear and you must follow them...... Clark is going to do his best-"

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large crowd swarmed in:

Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Lady Maxim, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.

Before Professor McGonagall could open the door, Clark heard the buzz of hundreds of students in the auditorium next door.

"Madame Maxim!" Fleur immediately walked towards her principal, "They said this 'little boy' was going to compete too!" ”

Clark was sure that the girl must have done it on purpose.

Madame Maxim straightened her tall and burly frame, her handsome head touched the candle-lit chandelier, and her huge breasts in black satin rose and fell violently.

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?" "It's not the same as what we discussed," she said arrogantly. ”

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said with a cold smile on his face and a pair of blue eyes as cold as ice cubes, "how did he break that age barrier?" ”

As he spoke, he pointed his hand at Clark very impolitely.

Faced with this situation, even if Clark had a good temper, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Principal Karkaroff, since I can stand here, it proves that I am strong enough to cross that line.

And since the Goblet of Fire chose me, it proves that I am the most suitable of all the people who signed up at Hogwarts, which is irrefutable! ”

"But it's not fair!" Madame Maxime said that her large hand, which was wearing many ornate jewel rings, rested on Fleur's shoulder.

"Huh!" Karkaroff sneered even more, "In our impression, your age line can definitely exclude competitors who are not old enough, Dumbledore. ”

He still had a cold smile on his face, and the chill in his eyes deepened, "Otherwise, we will definitely bring more candidates from our school." ”

"I agree with that," Clark replied unceremoniously, "In that case, how about Durmstrang remove Krum and replace him with a better junior student?" ”

Karkaroff was choked up and speechless, he was just bad, not stupid.

How can the strength of the students in the lower grades be comparable to Krum.

Bagman hurriedly played a round next to him, "Then what's the matter, once this Goblet of Fire has chosen someone, it can't be changed." ”

However, Clark was reluctant to let Karkaroff go.

"Yes, why not, this Goblet of Fire is our family, and it's not easy to change your choice-

How, unwilling?

I think that the junior students are not as good as the senior students, so why don't you want me to participate, after all, as a Hogwarts warrior, you should have more advantages.

Or do you think this big man is not as strong as me and will lose at my hands? ”

"I don't know what to say!" Karkaroff snorted, "Dumbledore, you heard it just now, he can control the Goblet of Fire to change the participants, I suspect there is a serious covert operation in this. ”

"Thank you for your concern, Karkaroff." Dumbledore said categorically, under the pressure of the powerful momentum, Karkaroff obediently closed his mouth, but his eyes still shone with malice.

Professor Dumbledore looked down at Clark, who looked at him too.

"Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, Clark?" He asked calmly.

"Yes!" Clarke's voice replied clearly, "I threw my name into the Goblet of Fire with my own hands. It's not about asking some older classmates to help, and it's not an age-enhancing drug. ”

He was well aware that everyone was watching him closely, but he didn't care.

"Ah, he must be lying!" Madame Maxim exclaimed. Snape shook his head and pursed his lips.

"And how did you cross that age line," Professor McGonagall asked, with a hint of concern in her eyes, "I think everyone wants to know this—"

"Dumbledore must have made a mistake with that line." Madame Maxim said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Of course, it's possible." Dumbledore said politely.

"Professor Dumbledore doesn't make such a mistake," Clarke said very calmly, "I crossed the age line step by step, and as for the method, it's very simple, I just really added two years of 'time' to myself." ”

"How dare you ......," Professor McGonagall covered her mouth in shock, "how could you do such a stupid thing!" ”

All the adult wizards present understood what he meant, since that line was to detect the concentration of "time" in a person's body, then it would be good to use the time acceleration prop to really make yourself a few years older.

And this precious time prop Clark also happens to have one now, that is, the small golden hourglass that appeared in Clark's hand a few months ago, after the dragon farm returned to the material world and became a secret realm.

It's just that this method also has a drawback, which is different from the virtual age changed by the aging pills, and the age increased by this method is really added to a person.

In other words, Clark has really increased his age by two years, becoming 17 years old, and it is still irreversible, and there is no chance of regrets.

Even if he could use that time prop to rewind his appearance and body for another two years and become a little younger, the time that has passed will not come back.

That kind of operation is just to cover your ears and steal the bell, and increase your age by another two years.

"Two years, it's not worth it, silly boy!" Professor McGonagall hugged Clark sadly, caring more about her student's body than the so-called honor.

The two principals on the side, who were originally ready to embarrass Clark, were speechless, since the other party had already spent two years of "time" as a price, what did they have to blame.

We all know that every inch of time is an inch of gold, but a thousand gold Galleons can't buy two years of time.

Although the grand prize of this competition is more than 1,000 gold Galleons, it is still too much of a loss to exchange two years of time for the right to enter once.

"It's okay, Professor, I'll have more time in the future." Clark patted Professor McGonagall's hand and whispered in relief.

yes, it's only been two years.

The difference in vision determines that everyone's logic will be different.

Two years may be precious time for these wizards, but for a person who aspires to become a god, time is the least valuable.

As long as he lifted the throne above the stars, he would have countless hours for him to splurge in the future.

Now that he is young, what he needs more is strength, strength, or his M's strength!

So this time he is bound to win the Triwizard Tournament championship, because unlike in the original book, under his promotion, today's Triwizard Tournament is not just a Triwizard Tournament.

And it's two years, but Clark actually only consumes a year and a half, after all, he used the time turner many times when he was in the third grade last year.

The time that the thing goes back to is also counted as the accumulated "time" of a person.

The only problem now may be that with the accumulation of "time", as he gets older, the pressure on his soul caused by the fragment of the godhead of the [God of Knowledge] has also reached the limit.

But this is not without a solution, as long as he wins the Triwizard Tournament and obtains the [Holy Grail], the problem will definitely be solved.

"We must abide by the charter!"

Mr. Crouch, who had been silent beside him, set the tone for the matter.

He stood outside the aperture of the fire, half of his face hidden in the shadows, which made him look a little weird, and the dark shadow on the side made him look much older, almost like a skeleton.

But when he spoke, his voice was as stiff as usual.

"The charter clearly states that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must compete in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Hey, Barty memorized the charter so well." A smile spread across Bagman's face, and he looked back at Karkaroff and Madame Maxim, as if the matter had been settled.

After his words, there was another extremely nervous silence.

But the silence of Karkaroff and Madame Maxim actually represents their acquiescence in this matter.

As Clark said, for both of their schools, it was far more reassuring for Hogwarts to send a fifth-year student to compete than to send a seventh-year student.

It's just that they vaguely feel a little wrong in their hearts, but at this moment, they can't say why.

Among those present, apart from Dumbledore, perhaps only Fleur Delacour knew that Clark, the fifth-year "little boy", was even more difficult than those seventh-year students.

She had seen with her own eyes how this guy turned his hands into clouds and rain, helping her senior sister "Black and White Witch" Kuyla to regain the title of count.

However, she couldn't say that she was afraid of a "little boy", so she could only open her mouth and change the topic in another direction.

"Mr. Bagman, what's the matter with this guy?"

She pointed to Bruce Stewart, who had been standing in the shadows of the corner since she had just come in, as if he had become invisible.

"Don't tell me that there are two Champions at Hogwarts."