The little lions all put their ears together.

"I probably won't attend." Harry thought for a moment and gave an answer.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"Harry, why don't you attend?" Ron was a little surprised, "If you attend, it will definitely be a Hogwarts warrior." ”

Harry put it succinctly: "It's a waste of time. ”

After thinking about it, he added: "It's not fun to bully children." ”

Several upperclassmen hid their faces.

What a bully for a little kid

"You're only fourteen years old!" Hermione was not angry and poked the back of his hand lightly, "It's still a child, too." ”

"A kid who beat the professor?" Harry's tone was dark.

The little lions nodded in agreement, if it weren't for seeing Harry enter school as a first-year carrot and grow up year after year, they wouldn't believe that Mr. Potter, who could beat the professor, was only fourteen years old this year.

Is this fourteen?

The discussion grew louder.

Dumbledore had to wave his hand lightly to make his voice louder, "I know you're all eager to represent Hogwarts as a Warrior and win the Triwizard trophy, but—"

"Our three academies and the Ministry of Magic have agreed to impose an age limit on this year's participants, who must be at least seventeen years old! Only students who are at least 17 years old are allowed to register. ”

George pinched his waist: "Professor Dumbledore, this is not fair, we all know that Harry is the best little wizard at Hogwarts!" ”

"He's not seventeen." Fred chimed in.

They had just heard that Harry didn't want to play in the Final Three, but that didn't stop them from moving Harry out - they wouldn't be seventeen until next year, seven months away.

Dumbledore smiled slightly: "Of course, we also take this into account, there will always be some young wizards with exceptionally outstanding talents, who are far better than the sixth and seventh year students at a very young age. ”

"Therefore, if you are confident in yourself, a little wizard under the age of seventeen can go and apply to your dean, as long as the dean determines that you meet the criteria for registration, then you can entrust the professor to help you register."

The young wizards turned their gaze to Harry again.

It was almost a special clause for Harry.

"This measure is necessary." Dumbledore said earnestly, "Even after our preparation, the event of the Final Three is still very dangerous, and even the best students in the sixth and seventh years can hardly be said to pass safely. ”

"So I will personally take action to ensure that no young wizard can skip the age limit without the permission of the professor."

George and Fred sat back, staring up at Professor McGonagall from time to time, whispering.

Dumbledore continued, "Besides, the delegation of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will arrive in October and will spend most of the school year with us, and I hope that some of the young wizards will be able to settle down. ”

As he spoke, he paused, a little helpless: "At least let our house score be kept in three digits, okay?" ”

A burst of laughter erupted from the Gryffindor table.

Snape and Professor McGonagall looked cold.

"Headmaster, we'll guarantee it." George shouted.

Fred followed with a song and a harmony: "After all, we don't bully people who just lost their fathers." ”

On the Slytherin table, Malfoy thumped the table.

"Fred, how can you say that, people just went to Azkaban." George shook his head and frowned, as if he was really reprimanding Fred.

Fred's face was full of innocence: "Can the Death Eaters come out of Azkaban?" ”

"Mr. Weasley!" McGonagall stood up, her tone soft, but there was a sense of danger all over her, "Do you want to be confined when school starts?" ”

"No, Professor McGonagall." George shook his head, raised his hand, and gave the dean a French military salute, "We're just talking about one issue. ”

"Daddy's entry into Azkaban isn't an orphan." Fred also gave a French military salute, "It's a very serious question. ”

"Maybe I should teach these two students a lesson with unclean mouths." Moody, who had been sitting in silence, stood up and gestured to pull out his wand.

McGonagall stopped him, "I'm the Gryffindor Headmaster." ”

Moody sat back down.

McGonagall glared, "Shut up, Mr. Weasley!" ”

George and Fred were immediately well-behaved.

At the Slytherin table, Malfoy's face was half red and half white with anger, but no one comforted him, and the Slytherins all looked at him coldly, even Goyle and Crabbe were buried in nibbling on lamb chops, and there was no longer Malfoy in their eyes.

Little Mr. Malfoy held his back straight, and he did his best to maintain the graceful posture in which he should have been on a daily basis.

The words that his father and mother used to say passed through his mind.

Even Fred and George's words came out.

I am an incompetent person, and without my father, I am nothing.

Even his friends, who he thought were good friends, had drawn boundaries with him before school started, and made an appointment to go to Diagon Alley together, and after the newspaper published the news, they sent owls one by one to pass the book, and they all failed to make an appointment.

But that day, Malfoy went to Diagon Alley alone, and he could see them talking and laughing together from a distance.

There is nothing more cold in people's hearts than this.

"Okay, let's sing another school song, let's go back to the dormitory to rest." Dumbledore waved his hand, and the lyrics appeared in the air.

George and Fred sang the loudest with the joyful melody of the Aria.

They sang it more than once.

It wasn't until Jordan Lee finished singing the school song at the slowest pace that George and Fred sang it to the end for the fourth time.

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore's door opened.

The little wizards got up and walked up the grand staircase.

"Potter." Before he had taken a few steps, a man stopped in front of Harry, his voice soft, "Excuse me, excuse me." ”

Harry looked at him.

It's Hufflepuff's finest little wizard, Cedric Diggory.

"What's the matter?" Harry spoke.

Cedric took a deep breath: "I heard, you won't be in the Final Three?" ”

"I can't promise you." Harry looked up at Moody, who was chatting with Dumbledore in the teacher's chair, "But at least for now, I haven't thought of participating." ”

Cedric followed his gaze and smiled slightly, "Mr. Potter has his eye on our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor again?" ”

"Don't worry." Harry looked back, "Believe in yourself, you've always been good, haven't you?" ”

"I also won the Academy Cup with Hufflepuff last year."

Cedric shook his head with a wry smile: "If the Weasleys hadn't led people to fight with Slytherin often, I'm afraid the House Cup would still be Gryffindor." ”

"Luckily, I'm in the sixth year, and I'll be graduating the year after that, so I'll have two more school years at most, and I'll only have a Quidditch Cup next year."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and mustered up his courage: "Mr. Potter, whether you will participate in the Final Three or not, I will sign up, and of course, I hope you can sign up too." ”

With that, Cedric waved Harry goodbye.

Wait for him to disappear.

Ron frowned, "Mr. Diggory, I mean Cedric's dad, it's actually quite annoying. ”

Harry let out a confused nasal sound.

"We went to the Quidditch World Cup with him on the portkey." Ron went on as he walked, "Mr. Diggory has been showing off Cedric and saying that he is what beats Harry's best student. ”

"Obviously, I just picked up a leak, and it seems like I really won it with strength."

Harry shook his head: "It's really by strength, otherwise why not Ravenclaw?" ”

Ron pouted, he just felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, his best and best friend, who was secretly said bad things in private.

"I haven't seen old Mr. Diggory." Harry continued, "But I admire Cedric, he's good, and if Miss Hufflepuff had a legacy, I'd be happy to choose him as my heir." ”

It was not the first time he had contact with Cedric.

The Quidditch Cup, they've played each other a few times, and they've had some contact at training.

Harry was sure he had never come into contact with such a polite person except for the Hufflepuff lady in the portrait, not in disguise, but in reality, and in the witcher's senses, he was.

Ron was a little surprised: "He's so good?" ”

"If I hadn't played in the Final Three, maybe he'd be a Hogwarts Warrior." Harry nodded, "The other sixth and seventh graders, I'm afraid there is no better than him." ”

Ron grabbed the handrail of the stairs and tried to look at Cedric again, but he was completely gone.

"The Final Three aside, what's wrong with that Professor Moody?" When they reached the second floor, there weren't many people around, and Hermione asked, "Harry, you seem to have found something?" ”

"Moody, I know." Ron immediately spoke, "He just looks a little nervous, he has the nickname of the Crazy Eye, but Dad often mentions him, except for being too nervous and sensitive, he is actually a very good person." ”

"My dad said that if you had to choose one of all wizards to entrust your life to, Harry, you would be the first, followed by Professor Moody, then Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and then Professor Dumbledore."

"Uncle Arthur is wise." Harry spoke happily with a compliment.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "So Harry is a little too sensitive?" ”

Harry shook his head, "No, I really don't think there's something right. ”

Ron and Hermione were stunned.

"There are several familiar breaths about him." Harry frowned, "Those combined would be a bottle of potion that I had touched, but the aura in the Great Hall just now was too chaotic for me to fully distinguish for a while." ”

He'd been exposed to too many potions.

In textbooks, outside textbooks, and even a copy of "Powerful Potion", except for the elixir, which needs to be boiled for a long time, other potions that do not exceed a three-month cycle, he has boiled them.

"What kind of potion?" Hermione asked.

Harry continued to shake his head: "It's not like a good potion. ”

Ron rubbed his cheek: "Professor Moody is really a good man, when he was young, when he hunted down dark wizards, he could ensure that he didn't use too evil dark magic, only some evil spells. ”

"I'm just skeptical." Harry comforted him, "I want to open up, maybe Professor Moody just has something wrong with his body and has to take some dangerous potions to regulate his body." ”

Ron opened his mouth.

That doesn't sound like good news

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