Chapter 396: Age Boundary

"It's not wise to participate in this game when you are younger than you are. We have less time to accumulate." Hermione did not agree with Fred's adventure, reminding him of the disadvantages he would face.

Joe waved his hand and said impatiently, "Not everyone will lose to the seniors." He turned to Harry and asked, "You will sign up too, Harry?"

Harry froze for a moment. He really didn't think about it. Before, he only knew that he could not sign up under the age of seventeen. He was definitely not enough age to sign up. But now it seems that the list is not reviewed by the teacher. In this case, magic can obviously hide the registration.

He pondered for a moment, then shook his head quickly, and said, "Forget it, it's not a good idea to violate the school rules in front of the foreign envoys."

Fred and Joe rolled their eyes disapprovingly, and sighed, "You guys are really not looking after."

"Where is Krum?" Ron asked, looking around. "Dumbledore didn't say, where do Durmstrand's students go to sleep."

His mind was just looking at the girl from Boothbarton and Krum from Durmstrang. When Dumbledore asked everyone to go back to sleep, he remembered that Dumbledore didn't say where the foreign envoys went to sleep.

He knew the answer immediately. When they had just reached the Slytherin table, Professor Karkaroff walked quickly to his students.

"Okay, I'm back on the boat." He said gently to a student again, "Victor, how do you feel? Are you full, do you want me to get some mulled wine from the kitchen?"

Krum shook his head, put on a fur cloak, and got up from his seat.

"Professor, I want some mulled wine." Another Durmstrang student said salivatingly.

"No one asks you, Poliaco." Professor Karkaroff said sternly, and the gentle expression on his face disappeared without a trace. "You are dripping food on your robe again, you are annoying. Guy."

Professor Karkaroff turned around and took his students to the door. They walked towards Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Harry stood on his side and let them pass first.

"Thank you." Professor Karkaroff said casually, nodding at Harry.

Suddenly, he was completely stunned. He turned his head to Harry and stared at him tightly with a look of astonishment, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Durmstrang’s students stood behind their principal, stopped, and looked curiously at the opposite person.

Karkaroff stared at Harry, staring at the scar on his head. Durmstrang's students looked at Harry curiously, with thoughtful expressions on their faces.

The boy with soup stains on his chest motioned to the girl next to him to show her the scar on Harry's head.

"Yes, this is Harry Potter," an angry voice came from behind them.

Karkaroff turned around abruptly, Mad-Eye Moody was already standing behind him, his heavy body on the crutches. The fake eye with magic, staring at him without blinking

His face turned pale, a look of hatred and anger, and fear. Just an expression conveyed a lot of inside information.

"It's you," Professor Karkaroff glared at Moody in a daze, as if not daring to confirm his eyes.

"Of course it's me," Professor Moody said gloomily, "unless you have something to tell Potter, otherwise, Karkaroff, get out of here, you are blocking the gate."

Only then did they discover that half of the students in the auditorium were looking here, wanting to know what happened.

Professor Karkaroff said nothing, he waved his hand and left with the students. Until he disappeared, Professor Moody stared at him with that fake magic eye, his face covered with scars was extremely disgusting.

...

The next day was Saturday, a refreshing and cool morning. The classmates got up earlier than usual, and they did not have the procrastination on weekdays and weekends.

In the early morning, Harry, Hermione, and Ron got out of the dormitory early. But when they came to the hall, there were already more than twenty people surrounded there. Someone was still holding bread, sitting near the goblet of fire, carefully examining this special magic item.

The cup is placed in the center of the hall, on the stool where the sorting hat is usually placed, and around the stool is a circle of thin golden lines. A circle with a radius of ten feet encloses the cup so that people under age cannot reach it.

Harry greeted George and asked curiously, "Did anyone put their name in?"

George said flatly, "The students of Durmstrand have just arrived, and they have all voted. The people of Busbarton have not come yet, so they should all sign up. Students of Hogwarts, they may not think about it. Well, the game at home, let alone lose easily."

Harry looked around, then leaned over to George, and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to sign up? You want to hide the age limit, you can definitely do it."

"Yeah!" George said indifferently, "The principals of Busbarton and Durmstrang met with me yesterday. It would not be great if I was going to join in the fun. Not to mention the rewards for me, It means nothing."

If the reward is something rare, he might be able to pull his face down and bully the children. But the mere 1,000 gold gallons is not enough for his income for a day. For this reward, to beat up the children is too cheap.

"Okay, then." Harry thought about it in his heart. Recently, they have had a lot of things, and it seems that there is really no way to blend in this triwizard tournament.

At this moment again ~lightnovelpub.net~ there was a burst of laughter at the door, and everyone followed the sound. Seeing Fred, Joe, and Li Qiaodan happily walking along the way, their faces were full of smiles.

"Will their ageing agent be useful?" Ron asked curiously, his face looking expectant and eager to try.

A thousand gold gallons is a lot of money for Ron, and if Fred and Joe can lie to the age line, then he certainly can.

If George does not compete, Ron has no respect for other senior students. Anyway, he has been training with George, and he still has such confidence.

"I guess it will probably not succeed. Dumbledore will take this into account." Hermione said disapprovingly.

"Aging agents can't increase the actual age, the magic of increasing the actual age is difficult for even the most intelligent wizards to master. This is not a simple matter. They should think more about confusing spells, or even compound decoctions, and Not trying to pretend age."

George coldly criticized their method and even proposed the real method.

(To be continued.)