Harry's sweet dreams soon shattered.

Not yesterday, not today, but the next day, that is, early Saturday morning.

Generally speaking, on weekends, Hogwarts classmates get up late, not to mention breakfast in the Great Hall.

Because breakfast is only served until 9:30, some students don't even eat breakfast.

However, Saturday was different. It started much earlier than usual weekends, and it was no longer just Clark and Neville.

When they brought the little wizards from the Warrior Club to the end of the morning exercise, took a shower and went downstairs into the hall, they saw more than 20 people gathered around, some of them still eating bread.

They were all looking at the Goblet of Fire carefully, as if they were about to see a flower from above.

But aside from the blue-white flame that has been burning all the time, there is nothing unusual about this cup.

It was left unprotected in the very center of the hall, quietly on the stool where the Sorting Hat was accustomed to.

A thin gold line, ten feet long on each side, was drawn on the floor around the stool, squarely enclosing the cup in the middle.

"Did someone put their name in?"

Ron, who walked into the hall at about the same time as Clark and the others, eagerly asked a third-year girl.

"Yes, all Durmstrang representatives," she replied, "but I haven't seen anyone sign up at Hogwarts."

"Someone must have put your name in while we slept last night," said Harry, who was with him. "If it were me, I would have done it...don't want anyone to see it. If the cup has your name in a ball Throw it out, what a shame!"

When he said this, he kept his hand in his trouser pocket, and tightly clutched a note with his name on it.

Just before he could make the next move, someone behind him laughed.

He looked back,

Someone behind Harry laughed. Looking back, he saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan hurrying down the stairs, all three looking extremely excited.

"It's done," Fred whispered to Clark and the others in a smug tone, "just drank it."

"What?" Ron asked.

"Aging agent, idiot," Fred said.

"Everyone drank a drop," said George, rubbing his hands happily, "We only need to grow up a few more months."

"If any of us wins, the thousand Galleons will be divided equally among three people." Li said, with a very happy smile on his face.

"I don't think this age-enhancing agent has any effect," Clark reminded kindly, "and many Dumbledore will definitely take this into account. You haven't figured out the effect of this golden thread alone."

George frowned upon hearing this, but Fred and Lee ignored him.

"Are you ready?" Fred said to the other two, trembling with excitement, "Then, come on—I'll go in first—"

Everyone on the sidelines watched with fascination as Fred took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, with the words "Fred Weasley - Hogwarts" written on it.

Fred walked straight to the edge of the age line and stood there, rocking on tiptoe, like a diver preparing to jump off a fifty-foot platform.

"Come on!" There was an encouraging voice from the crowd. If he succeeded, it meant that others had a chance too.

So, under the gaze of every pair of eyes in the hallway, he took a deep breath and crossed the line.

For a split second, Harry thought Fred had made it—and Lee Jordan must have thought so too.

I saw him shouting proudly and jumping forward with Fred--

However, a hissing sound was heard immediately, and the two of them were thrown out of the golden circle, as if an invisible shot putter had thrown them out.

They fell painfully to the cold stone ground ten feet away, and in addition to the physical pain, they were subjected to more severe humiliation.

With a loud crack, both of them had identical long white beards on their chins.

The people in the hall burst into laughter, and even Fred and Lee Jordan couldn't help laughing when they saw each other's white beards.

"How could this be?" George Weasley opened his mouth in shock.

Clark also saw this scene on the side and couldn't help saying:

"You haven't figured out at all, Professor Dumbledore's principle of this golden thread.??

Age-enhancing potion, like compound decoction, can only change the person's appearance a little, making people look older.

It lasts longer than a decoction and does not need to be taken every hour.

Cooking is also much simpler, but it also cannot make people change in essence.

To put it simply, Fred and Lee Jordan who took age-increasing agents just became what they were when they grew up.

If they drink enough age-enhancing agents, they can even become old people, like they are now, but they are essentially two teenagers, and they will not really die of old age.

Therefore, this kind of magic can only confuse people's senses, and cannot decipher Principal Dumbledore's magic, because the golden thread is essentially a screening of the power of time in us.

We haven't spent a day, the power of time will remain in our body, and nothing can change this.

Therefore, with our current capabilities, it is impossible to use magic and potions to break through the limitations of Principal Dumbledore.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

"Mr. Prewett is right, Gryffindor plus ten!" There was a round of applause, followed by a low, amused voice, "To be honest, I've warned you before. "

Everyone turned their heads when they heard the sound, and saw Professor Dumbledore walking out of the auditorium.

He looked Fred and Lee Jordan up and down, gloating in his eyes, like a child watching a joke.

"I suggest that you both visit Mrs Pomfrey, who is already nursing Miss Fawcett of Ravenclaw and Mr Summers of Hufflepuff.

They both also made up their minds to make themselves look older, but I must say that their beards are far less beautiful than yours. "

Fred and Lee Jordan left for the hospital, George was with them both, he was still laughing non-stop, Harry and Ron were giggling, and they went into the auditorium for breakfast together.

This morning, the decoration of the auditorium had a new change.

Because it's Halloween, there's a swarm of live bats flying around the enchanted ceiling, along with hundreds of pumpkin-carved figures from every corner, squinting at everyone, the green The eyes actually look weird.

When Clark and the others sat down on the long table in Gryffindor, they happened to hear Dean and Seamus next door talking about those Hogwarts classmates over the age of seventeen who might participate in the Tournament.

"Some people say that Wallings got up early in the morning and put his name in." Dean told everyone enthusiastically, "It's that big guy from Slytherin who looks like a sloth."

Harry, who had played Quidditch against Warrington once, shook his head in disgust.

No one has a good impression of Warrington, the big man is very popular in the school.

"We can't let a Slytherin classmate be a warrior!"

"Yes, that's obviously the worst outcome."

"If someone from Slytherin is really a warrior, I will never support him!"

"Hufflepuff's classmates are talking about Diggory," Seamus said contemptuously at this time, "but it seems to me that he probably won't be willing to risk his handsome appearance."

"This is another bad choice. After Percy and the others graduated, there are no outstanding characters in Gryffindor this year." Ron sighed.

Everyone was in a bad mood when they thought that the warriors of Hogwarts might be born between Wallings and Diggory.

"It's a pity that Clark's age is not enough, otherwise with his strength, how could he get them!" Colin, who was sitting opposite Clark, said with a sigh.

"Yeah." Hermione and Neville nodded together.

When Clark heard this and was about to speak, Harry suddenly said, "Listen!"

There was loud applause from the foyer outside, everyone turned around in their seats, and saw Angelina Johnson walking into the auditorium, grinning a little embarrassedly.

She was a tall, dark girl who was a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Angelina walked over to them, sat down and said happily, "Oh, I did it! I put my name in!"

"Are you kidding me!" Ron looked very surprised.

"So, are you seventeen?" Harry asked.

"It goes without saying that you didn't see a beard, did you?" said Ron.

"My birthday last week." Angelina said.

"Ah, I'm so glad Gryffindor finally got involved," said Hermione. "I really hope you make it, Angelina!"

"Thank you, Hermione." Angelina said, smiling slightly at Hermione.

"Yeah, I'd rather it be you than Diggory the Buttercup," Seamus said, causing a few Hufflepuffs passing by their desk to stare at him angrily.

Everyone expressed their support for Angelina.

Soon, they finished their breakfast and prepared to leave the auditorium.

"So what are we doing today?" Ron asked Clark and the others.

They discussed it, and finally decided to visit Hagrid. After all, it was Halloween. It was a bit of a waste of youth to read books and study on such a holiday.

A group of people walked across the lawn to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the forbidden forest.

From a distance, I could see that Beauxbatons' powder-blue carriage was parked two hundred yards away from Hagrid's hut, and the giant elephant-like rune horses that were pulling the carriage were in a temporary stop beside the carriage. Grazing in the enclosed paddock.

When they walked in some, they happened to see that Beauxbatons' students seemed to have finished their breakfast and were getting off the carriage one after another.

This time, Ron's question about where the Beauxbatons students slept was completely revealed.

Clark had already seen Fleur at this point, after all her long silver hair was so conspicuous.

Furong also saw Clark, but she didn't say hello, she just nodded symbolically. As for the other girls, she pretended not to see them.

Ron still stared at Fleur's back with wide eyes, until she and the others crossed the lawn and entered the castle.

"What are they doing?" Ron asked regretfully.

"Maybe he was going to throw his name into the Goblet of Fire," Harry guessed.

Neville also looked at the retreating backs of those people and asked suspiciously, "Why don't they have breakfast in the castle? Today's breakfast is actually pretty good."

"Maybe it's because we're worried about poisoning our food." Hermione said dissatisfiedly, "After all, that would make their hero eat a bad stomach and lose the game."

Speaking of this, Clark remembered in his previous life, the Kimchi National Team that participated in the competition with food and chefs.

And while they were talking, the wooden door behind them also creaked open.

"Oh, you're finally here!" Hagrid walked out of the room, "I thought you little fellows forgot where I live!"

Hermione turned around and said, "We're so busy, Hai-"

However, she was only halfway through, and when she saw Hagrid, she was speechless in surprise, and Clark and the others also widened their eyes.

Hagrid was seen wearing his best brown suit, with an orange and yellow plaid tie.

This kind of outfit is actually nothing, but his suit seems to have not been well maintained, so that it is full of fluffy threads, which looks very ugly.

Of course, it's not the worst: he's apparently tried to straighten his hair, use a lot of machine oil or something. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Now his hair is neatly combed in two strands—perhaps he was going to have a pony tail like Bill's, but it turns out he has too much hair.

But in any case, this outfit was not very suitable for Hagrid.

But Hagrid didn't seem to think so. Seeing the stunned crowd, he proudly grabbed his neckline and turned around lightly.

"How about my clothes?"

"Very good, Hagrid."

In order to avoid hurting Hagrid's self-esteem, Hermione lied against her will, and at the same time kicked Ron's calf secretly, because the big mouth had been staring at Hagrid's weird hairstyle and was about to open his mouth to make a fuss. Fan comments.

"Oh!"

Hagrid didn't notice Ron's screams and looked at them happily, "I thought so too."

As he spoke, he craned his neck and looked over to Beauxbatons' carriage.

Unfortunately, there was no one there at this time, so Hagrid could only look away regretfully and invited Clark and the others to come in and sit down.

Hagrid's cabin had only one room, and a huge bed in one corner was covered with a ragged quilt made of unicorn hair.

In front of the fire stood the same huge wooden table and wooden chairs, and above the fire hung a heap of cured hams and dead birds from the ceiling.

They sat down at the table, Hagrid brewed tea, and the conversation soon turned to the Triwizard Tournament.

Hagrid seemed as excited as they were about this.