After placing the Goblet of Fire, Professor Dumbledore waved his wand again.

Golden light rose from the ground, and finally formed a golden circle, and the Goblet of Fire was located in the very center of this circle.

"As we said at the beginning of the school year, we would have only allowed students over the age of 17 to sign up."

Professor Dumbledore pointed to the circle and said,

"But considering that some of the little wizards are also very good, they should also be qualified to run for election."

"So I cast a spell around the Goblet of Fire, and only young wizards over the age of seventeen or who can break through my magical defenses are eligible."

"And if a young wizard under the age of seventeen finally chooses a warrior, he must also sign a magic contract with the Ministry of Magic, indicating that he will participate in the competition voluntarily and assume all responsibilities."

"Also, everyone can only put their own name in the Goblet of Fire, and I don't want a situation where an underage wizard asks an adult wizard to help cast on his behalf."

"At the same time, I would like to remind all students once again that this competition is not child's play."

"As long as you sign up and be selected as a champion by the Goblet of Fire, a powerful magical contract will be formed."

"It means that the Warriors have to come to the game and finish all the games, they can lose, but they can't give up."

"If anyone wants to refuse to participate after being selected, or give up halfway, even I can't guarantee how miserable his fate will be."

Professor Dumbledore's words silenced the Great Hall, but soon everyone was alive again.

Isn't it just a little difficult, who would be afraid?

I'm just lagging behind in my grades, my athletic level is average, my mentality is easy to explode, and I'm still very good in other aspects!

How could I be afraid of such a small difficulty?

Every student feels that they are a child of destiny, a true genius that has never been found in Hogwarts.

It's just a small competition, and it's not cowardly at all!

After the dinner, the students from other schools began to leave in an orderly manner with their principals.

They have their own residences off-campus, such as the giant carriage at Beauxbatons and the giant treehouse at Castrobusche.

Although there were minor problems with the gourd in the Magic House and Durmstran's sailboat, it did not affect the habitation.

Hogwarts seniors also left the Great Hall in droves.

They didn't vote for their names right away, some were embarrassed to do so in the limelight, while others felt that geniuses should be the finale.

However, there were some junior wizards who were curiously observing around the golden circle of light, and by the way, they were tempting.

One of the Hufflepuff badgers foolishly stretched out a hand, only to make it into the golden aperture.

The little badger was suddenly surprised, thinking that he was a legendary genius, and easily cracked the magic laid by Professor Dumbledore.

So he took a half-step into the aperture, and then ......

Only a hissing sound was heard, and the little badger was thrown directly out of the golden circle of light and fell headlong on the stone floor.

When he stood up, a long white beard appeared on his chin.

The surrounding classmates burst into laughter, causing the senior students who were about to walk to the hall door to turn back frequently to see what was happening.

"Summers! What are you doing! Professor Sprout suddenly appeared not far away,

"Do you think you can sign up at your level? Hurry up and follow me to the school hospital! ”

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In the evening in the common room, seventh graders gathered in groups to discuss whether or not they wanted to sign up.

Angelina and Arya chatted about something, and then the two of them mysteriously slipped out.

When they returned, they were excited and boasted to the others: "We have successfully registered!" ”

There was a burst of applause in the Gryffindor common room, as if the Warrior was already a Gryffindor.

However, this sentence is really not a big problem, and even the Slytherins have to admit that Harley is the most promising to become a warrior.

The next day happened to be a Saturday, and the students at Hogwarts had no classes.

In general, everyone will wake up late and make the most of their rare free time.

But this time, there was a large group of students sitting in the auditorium early.

On the one hand, because today is Halloween, the auditorium has a new decoration.

A swarm of live bats flew around the ceiling, and thousands of little figures carved out of pumpkins were magically sung in the corners.

Fresh pumpkin pies and pumpkin juice were already on the long table in the auditorium, but they weren't as appealing as they used to be.

Almost all of the students were absentmindedly nibbling on the food in their hands, while putting most of their energy on the Goblet of Fire.

Durmstrang students entered the auditorium in a long line early, all holding parchment with their names and schools written on them.

They cast their names in an orderly manner, and then headed to the Slytherin table for breakfast.

"The people from the Magic Institute have already registered at six o'clock this morning, and the people from Beauxbatons, Ilvermorny, and Castrobusche have not yet appeared."

There was a girl who came very early and kept popularizing science to the students who had just arrived around her.

"I don't know when they'll be here, but I can't wait to watch."

"Hallie, are you going to sign up now?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"Wait until noon." Hallie shook her head.

Hermione was about to say something, and the hall burst into laughter.

Fred, George, and Lee, three good friends, hurried down the stairs, each looking extremely excited.

"It worked!" Fred noticed Hallie on the Gryffindor table, strode over, and said in a smug tone,

"Hallie, we just got a good quality age-booster, and everyone drank a drop. Now our age is seventeen years old with magic detection! ”

"We've already agreed." Lee added, "Whoever is selected and wins the championship will split the Galleon apart between the three of us. ”

"Hallie, of course we're very confident that you'll be a Warrior, but that doesn't stop us from trying." George explains,

"Even if you have a 99.99 percent chance, there's always a 0.01 percent chance of choosing us, isn't it?"

"Of course I don't care." Hallie spread her hands and smiled evilly,

"I was very confident that I could be selected. I hope you don't get too disappointed. ”

Fred replied with a grimace to Harry.

Hermione on the side couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Do you think Professor Dumbledore would not consider this situation?" ”

"I dare to pack the ticket, he must be on guard against it."

"Not necessarily." George retorted with a grin,

"Professor Dumbledore has a lot of opportunities, and there are so many things to think about, there will definitely be oversights."

"Maybe he's forgotten about the inconspicuous potion of the Age Enabler? Wouldn't we make a lot of money! ”

"Are you ready?" Fred trembled excitedly from his hair to the soles of his feet.

"Let's go now!"

"Of course, I'll shout one, two, three, let's go together."

Lee responded, and the three of them took out a note with their names written on it from their pockets and took a neat step forward.

The golden aperture did not react, which made the three of them happy, and their entire bodies were submerged in the range of the golden aperture.

Then, the same hissing sound that had been heard last night was heard again.

The golden aperture shone brightly, and the Weasley twins were tossed out of the golden aperture along with Lee.

At the same time, the jaws of the three of them were accompanied by a popping sound, and the same long white beards appeared.

All the students in the auditorium who watched this scene laughed, and even the three of them couldn't help but laugh when they got up and saw each other's beards.

"I think I reminded you that this magic isn't easy to wear."

Professor Dumbledore appeared behind the three, looking their whitebeards up and down, their eyes glinting,

"I'd suggest you all go to Madam Pomfrey's, but please be quiet and don't get her in trouble."

"Our dear school doctor is already caring for Miss Fawcett of Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers of Hufflepuff."

"Poor Mr. Summers, he grew a fresh white beard just out of curiosity."

As he spoke, Professor Dumbledore shook his head and deliberately shook his beard,

"I have to say, your beard is not as good-looking as mine."

The surrounding classmates burst into laughter again, but no one dared to try to cross the golden circle of light again.

Harley retracted her gaze, already aware of the magic contained in the golden aperture.

It's a complicated and ingenious magic, but there's a way for Harley to crack it directly.

The easiest thing is to walk directly over with the flesh and violently withstand the erosion of the golden aperture.

However, this method was so unelegant that Harley abandoned it and did not want to use it.

"Let's be more violent." Hallie happily made the final decision,

"Anyway, Professor Dumbledore repairs that magic again, and I don't need to worry about it."

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After breakfast, seeing that Fleur didn't seem to be up yet, the two of them couldn't watch her registration yet.

Harley and Hermione chose to go to Hagrid's cabin to visit their old friends.

In fact, Harley and Hermione were inwardly resistant to going to Hagrid's cabin, after all, Hagrid always liked to show off his little darling to the two of them when they went there a few times before this semester.

To be reasonable, those fried tail snails have nothing to do with the word baby!

But Hagrid is single-mindedly determined that the snails he has cultivated are the best magical creatures in the world.

Although they grow ugly and disgusting in other people's mouths, their mouths and excretory organs are in the same place, they are brainless, very dangerous, and they like to kill each other.

But that didn't stop Hagrid from thinking that the whelks were all good things, loved them deeply, and wanted Harley, Hermione, and every student in the class to give them a little cutie.

So Harley and Hermione had drastically reduced the number of times they went to Hagrid's hut so as not to torture their wounded hearts.

But this time he couldn't go, and Hagrid wrote several letters to the two of them, asking Harley and Hermione to help him come up with ideas.

Hallie and Hermione were a little curious, could it be that Hagrid wanted to ask the two of them any advice on raising fried tail snails?

If that was the case, what Hermione would say, Harley didn't know.

But Hallie would definitely advise Hagrid to pack up and sell them to herself, and she would use them as a good test tool.

The two walked across the grass and knocked on the door to Hagrid's hut.

A muffled bark sounded from inside, but Hagrid seemed to reprimand his pet afterwards: "Shut up! ”

"You're finally here!" Hagrid slammed the door open, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"What's going on, Hagrid......" Hermione froze in place before she could finish her words.

Hagrid wears a furry brown suit with a yellow and orange-red checkered tie.

He also ingeniously tied a strange knot in the tie, which made the outfit even more ...... Weird.

What's even more amazing is that Hagrid probably gave his hair a little dress-up.

His hair was straightened, the sleek tree was cut into two bunches, and a lot of hair care items were used in his hair.

However, the quality of this hair care item is probably not very good, as his hair smells of machine lube and cologne.

The room is filled with both flavors, mixed with high-purity malt whisky and the aroma of various meats.

Tooth couldn't stand it anymore and rushed out of Hagrid's hut and fled the place of right and wrong.

Hallie and Hermione stood in place for a few minutes, and combined with Hagrid's performance last night, they suddenly realized what Hagrid had called them for.

After a long time, it turned out that Hagrid was in love!

"How? Am I handsome? Hagrid clearly hadn't realized how badly he was dressed,

"It took me a whole night to come up with what I think is the perfect outfit!"

Hermione swallowed and spat, decisively choosing not to make any comments:

"Hagrid, where is your whelk?"

"Oh, they're outside in the pumpkin field, the pumpkins have just been harvested, and they're just eating some of the remaining bad pumpkins."

Hagrid waved his hand,

"These kids are probably in their teens, have ADHD, and have been giving me trouble in the house last night."

"So I told them to go to the pumpkin patch to calm down, after all, you can't let the kids go, can you?"

"Don't care about those rebellious children, come and help me with the staff officer, am I very handsome?"

Harley didn't comment on this, and Hagrid's taste was a bit of a problem.

But yes, although it is a normal wish for a magizoologist to dream of having a fire dragon.

But it's not normal to be able to use fried tail snails as a timid big black dog like teeth!

Speaking of fried tail snails, this is also a group of hard-working children.

They were Hagrid's cutest little babies a few days ago, but today they have become what Hagrid calls adolescent rebellious children.

I don't know if the fried tail snails will cry when they know that their good father has changed his face so quickly.

You called us baby yesterday!

Phew, scumbag!

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(Thanks to the three bigwigs of "Nine-Tailed Yan Fox", "Juan" and "Step Ascending"!) ）

(End of chapter)