Truth be told, Dudley wasn't much interested in participating in the Triwizard Tournament.

If the Death Eaters were still following the plan he had memorized, Dudley wouldn't mind teleporting along to surprise Voldemort.

Voldemort, who was extremely weak, was better to deal with than the Dark Lord in his heyday anyway.

I just don't know if our Tom senior is in a baby state now

Dudley, who had planned to leave the restaurant, suddenly took a slap in his footsteps, and his face suddenly became strange.

The system, which has not been online for a long time, finally gave him a big task this time.

'The caster must be curious about anything unknown—take part in the Triwizard Tournament to win and touch Voldemort's nose. ’

Touch Voldemort's nose?

So the question is, does Voldemort have a nose?

Or do you want to press one on his face?

The system is not going to do things.

"Dudley, what's wrong?"

Seeing Dudley standing still and not moving, Hermione also stopped, turning her head to look at him with a puzzled face.

"Suddenly want to do something"

"What?"

"Take part in the Triwizard Tournament."

Hermione wasn't surprised to hear Dudley's words.

As Dumbledore has just said, the Goblet of Fire will select the best wizards from the three schools.

Who is the best little wizard at Hogwarts?

It has to be Dudley.

This is a universally accepted fact throughout Hogwarts.

At this moment, Harry suddenly poked his head out of the corner of the door: "Brother D, Cedric said he was going to participate." ”

Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff's rising star, is a very good member.

Of course, he was also the first young wizard to join the Disciplinary Group in addition to the original six.

Follow the original plot. Cedric represented Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament and teleported with Harry to the Little Hangton Church graveyard, where he was killed by Wormtail's 'Big Melon'.

"Tell him he doesn't have a chance."

Dudley said lightly, took out a piece of parchment and wrote a few words on it, and the diameter was towards the 'age line' that Dumbledore had just drawn by the spell.

As if the age line that should have reacted didn't exist, Dudley was allowed to walk in and tossed the parchment with his name written on it into the Goblet of Fire.

The whole process was done in one go and was very smooth.

The blue-white flame in the Goblet of Fire seems to burn more vigorously.

"Mr. Dursley."

The little wizard who remained in the dining room saw this scene and was sincerely amazed.

Professor Dumbledore had just said that he could not sign up unless he was 17 years old, and it had only been a long time since Mr. Dursley had taken practical action to dispel this statement.

So far there is nothing that Mr. Dursley has not been able to do.

After Dudley left, there were also young wizards who were not up to the age standard who wanted to imitate him, but unfortunately, the moment they just stepped into the 'age line', they were bounced out by a mysterious force.

It is not possible to complete the registration at all.

The next day, the morning light was faint, the morning dawned, and the junction of heaven and earth was covered with a trace of light.

It was another foggy day, which was a common occurrence at Hogwarts.

Durmstrang's students disembarked early from their common room, the giant ghost ship.

Because Durmstrang is located in an extremely cold place, the students who go to school there have a good habit of exercising early in the morning, so the Durmstrang students are very strong.

Karkaroff glanced at Hogwarts Castle, which was still quiet without a single sound, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Compared to the hard-working Durmstrang students, the Hogwarts students were too lazy.

'Have you Hogwarts students ever seen the sky at six in the morning?' Our Durmstrang students have seen it, every day. ’

That's the difference between the two schools.

In the Triwizard Tournament, Durmstrang won.

Wickdor was at the forefront of Durmstrang's students, leading the way as a Quidditch pro, the tallest of the tallest, with neat and clean short hair, and his muscles well-defined by years of training.

Victor hadn't taken two steps before he suddenly stopped, and as he listened, he seemed to hear a voice in the distance.

"What's the matter, Wickdor?"

Karkaroff asked puzzled as he looked at Vikdor, who had stopped.

"I heard something, like it was running like we were."

Good boy Victor replied honestly.

"How is that possible?"

Karkaroff said disdainfully: "The people of Hogwarts are slackers, a bunch of people who only know how to settle for pleasure. ”

However, as soon as he finished saying this, his face became very ugly.

Because he heard that voice too.

"Hungry"

This time the voice was much closer, and it was clearer.

The wizards at Durmstrang looked at each other.

They heard it, not a delusion. Along with this shout, a uniform voice sounded.

That voice was all too familiar. It's running!

I saw that in the thick fog, several vigorous figures came out.

The man who was more burly than Wickdore, like a bodybuilding instructor, led the way, followed by two little wizards who were not inferior to Wickdore, and then several more figures.

It's Dursley, Potter, and Longbottom!

Wickdor recognized several people.

"Ya (1) Hungry (2) Ya (1), Ya (1) Hungry (2) Ya (1), Ya (1) Hungry (2) Sprinkled (3) Seen (4)"

"Ya (1) hungry (2) sprinkled (3) seen (4)!"

Dudley led the way shouting slogans, and the crowd behind him echoed them.

The crowd trotted in front of Victor and the others.

"Morning exercises?"

"Uh-huh."

Victor nodded dumbly, he clearly saw the dense sweat on everyone's bodies, which was a manifestation of a long time of exercise.

"Come on, we're done, I'll see you in the cafeteria later."

"Good." Victor nodded his head.

Dudley patted Wickdor on the shoulder and left with the members of the disciplinary team.

It wasn't until they were completely gone that Victor woke up like he had just woken up from a dream.

The brief contact just now made him clearly feel the explosive power of the other party.

Yesterday, because everyone was wearing robes, I couldn't see it, but today I can clearly see the strong pectoralis major muscles on each other's body, and they will move with the footsteps.

This is to fight Quidditch

No matter where it is placed, it is perfect.

It turned out that Hogwarts also had morning exercises, and the time was even earlier than them.

Karkarov had a gloomy face, looked very unhappy, and did not say even half a word during the whole process.

'Six in the morning? ’

'Have you ever seen Hogwarts at four o'clock in the morning?' ’

(End of chapter)