"Clark Prewett!"

"Bruce Stewart."

In the guest of honor, when all the noise had quieted down, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and shouted again.

In the face of this complicated situation, his face did not show much surprise and doubts, it seemed that everything was within his expectations.

"Clark! And Mr. Stewart, please come here!"

Without being urged, Clark got up, smiled, and walked down the passage between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's tables.

Although there are hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him along the way, the pressure of being watched by everyone is like a breeze to him, and it is not worth mentioning at all.

And he has the same performance as Bruce Stewart.

The transfer student from Infalmorny also stood up from Slytherin's long table and walked along the aisle blankly, almost walking in front of Dumbledore with Clark.

Seeing the two of them standing side by side, the buzzing discussion grew louder and louder.

The teachers also stared at them, as if it had been an hour before Dumbledore said, "Okay... go to that door, two."

The two walked along the staff table, and the noise behind them finally subsided, and Dumbledore seemed to be comforting everyone.

"Okay, now our warriors have been drafted.

I know I can count on all of you, including Beauxbatons and the rest of Durmstrang's classmates, to give your all to support your warriors.

By cheering on the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event—"

Dumbledore's voice faded away behind him, and Clark and Bruce walked through the door one after the other.

Exiting the auditorium, they found themselves in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on either side of the walls.

In the fireplace opposite them, the fire was burning brightly.

When he entered, the faces in the portraits all turned to look at him.

He saw a wrinkled witch whizzing out of her frame and into the frame next to it, which was a wizard with a walrus beard.

The wrinkled witch began to bit his ear quietly.

Victor Krum and Fleur Delacour were both around the fire.

Against the backdrop of the flames, these two figures made a particularly strong impression.

Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bent over there thinking something.

When the two Clarks walked in, he looked up. "What's the matter? Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

He thought that the two of Clark came in to spread the word. Clark and Bruce didn't speak, they just chose a corner and stood silently.

Fleur Delacour turned his head at this moment, and shook his long silver hair like a waterfall.

She seemed to have guessed something, and looked at Clark curiously.

Just before she could speak, there was another rush of footsteps outside the door.

The next moment, Ludo Bagman walked into the room first.

"It's so bizarre!" he muttered as soon as he came in. "Both, allow me to introduce—as unbelievable as it may seem—this is the Hogwarts Warriors of the Triwizard Tournament!"

Ludo Bagman pointed his finger at Clark, and Victor Klum straightened up after hearing the words, looking up and down at Clark with a gloomy expression on his mighty face.

Fleur Delacour tossed her long hair, smiled sweetly, and said, "Oh, it seems that I guessed right, you guys can make big news there."

"Yeah," Bagman couldn't help echoing her, "Clark's name was just sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire, and as a Hogwarts warrior, he broke through the time-screening barrier set by Dumbledore. ."

Krum's two thick eyebrows frowned slightly.

"But so what, he didn't play by the rules," he told Bagman proudly. "He can't play."

"Yeah...that's really surprising."

Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and looked at Clark with a grin.

"However, as you also know, the age limit as an extra safety measure has only been implemented this year.

Now that his name is sprayed out of the goblet...I mean, I don't think it's allowed to run away since it's gotten to this point...the rules are clearly written and you have to abide by...Clark to do his best -"

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large crowd rushed in:

Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs Maxim, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Before Professor McGonagall stepped up to the door, Clark heard the humming of hundreds of students in the auditorium next door.

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur immediately walked towards her principal, "They said this 'little boy' is also participating in the competition!"

Clark was sure that the girl must have done it on purpose.

Madame Maxime straightened her burly body, her handsome head touched the candle-lit chandelier, and her huge black satin breast heaved violently.

"What the **** does that mean, Dumbledore?" she said arrogantly. "It's not the same as what we discussed."

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said with a cold smile on his face, and his blue eyes were as cold as ice. "Why is he able to break through that age limit?"

After saying that, he also pointed at Clark with his hand very impolitely.

Faced with this situation, even if Clark had a good temper, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Principal Karkaroff, since I can stand here, it proves that I am strong enough to cross that line.

And since the Goblet of Fire has chosen me, it proves that among all the people who signed up at Hogwarts, I am the most suitable, which is irrefutable! "

"But it's not fair!" said Madame Maxime, her large hand, with her many ornate gemstone rings, resting on Fleur's shoulder.

"Haha!" Karkaroff even sneered, "In our impression, your age boundary can definitely exclude underage competitors, Dumbledore."

He still had a cold smile on his face, and the chill in his eyes deepened, "Otherwise, we will definitely bring more candidates from our school."

"I agree with this statement too," Clark replied unceremoniously. "If that's the case, why don't Durmstrang remove Krum and replace him with a better junior?"

Karkaroff was choked to the point of being speechless. He was just bad, not stupid.

How could the strength of the lower grade students be comparable to Krum.

Bagman hurriedly rounded the field next to him, "How about that, once the Goblet of Fire has selected someone, it cannot be changed."

Clark, however, was reluctant to let Karkaroff go.

"Okay, why not, this goblet of fire belongs to our family, it's not easy to change the personal choice-

What, don't want to?

If you think that the juniors are no better than the seniors, then why don't you want me to compete? After all, as a Hogwarts warrior, you should have an advantage.

Or, do you think this big man is not as strong as me and will be defeated by me? "

"I don't know what it is!" Karkaroff snorted coldly. "Dumbledore, you heard it just now. He told him that he could control the Goblet of Fire to change the contestants. I suspect that there is a serious black box operation."

"Thank you for your concern, Karkaroff." Dumbledore said decisively, under the pressure of powerful momentum, Karkaroff obediently closed his mouth, but his eyes still gleamed maliciously.

Professor Dumbledore looked down at Clark, and Clark looked at him.

"Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, Clark?" he asked calmly.

"Yes!" Clark answered in a clear voice, "I threw my name into the Goblet of Fire with my own hands. It wasn't asking some older classmates for help, and it wasn't some age-enhancing potion."

He was well aware that everyone was watching him closely, but he didn't care.

"Ah, he must be lying!" exclaimed Madame Maxime. Snape shook his head and pursed his lips.

"Then how did you cross that age line," Professor McGonagall asked sharply, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes, "I think everyone really wants to know this—"

"There must be a mistake in Dumbledore's line," Madame Maxime said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Of course it's possible," said Dumbledore politely.

"Professor Dumbledore wouldn't make such a mistake," Clark said very calmly, "I walked through the age line step by step. As for the method, it's very simple. I just really added two years to myself. 'Time'."

"How dare you..." Professor McGonagall covered her mouth in shock, "How could you do such a stupid thing!"

All the adult wizards present understood what he meant. Since that line was used to detect the concentration of "time" on a person, then it would be good to use the time-accelerating props to really make oneself a few years older.

And this precious time item Clark also happens to have one now, that is, the little golden hourglass that appeared in Clark's hand after the dragon farm returned to the material world and became a secret realm a few months ago.

It's just that this method also has a drawback. Unlike the virtual age changed by the aging medicine, the age increased by this method is actually added to a person.

In other words, Clark has actually increased by two years to become 17 years old, and it is still irreversible, and there is no chance of regret.

Even if he could use that time item to turn his appearance and body back two years and become a little younger, the elapsed time would never come back.

That kind of operation is nothing but stealing the bell and increasing his age by another two years.

"Two years, it's not worth it, silly child!" Professor McGonagall hugged Clark sadly. Compared with the so-called honor, she still cared more about her students' bodies.

The two principals who were planning to embarrass Clark were also speechless. Since the other party has spent two years of "time" as the price, what can they blame.

We all know that an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but a thousand gold Galleons cannot buy two years of time.

Although the final prize of this competition is not only a thousand gold Galleons, it is still too much to exchange two years for the right to participate.

"It's okay, Professor, I still have more time in the future." Clark patted Professor McGonagall's hand and said softly.

Yeah, it's only been two years.

The difference in vision determines that everyone's logic of doing things will be different.

To these wizards, two years may be precious, but to a man aspiring to become a god, time is the least valuable.

As long as he raises the throne above the stars, he will have countless time for him to squander in the future.

Now that he is young, what he needs more is strength, strength, or the strength of his M!

Therefore, he is bound to win the Triwizard Tournament this time, because it is different from the original one. With his promotion, the current Triwizard Tournament is not just a Triwizard Tournament.

Moreover, it was two years, but Clark actually only consumed one and a half years. After all, when he was in the third grade last year, he also used the time converter many times.

The time returned by that thing is also counted as the "time" accumulated by a person.

The only problem now may be that with the accumulation of "time" and his age, the pressure on the soul caused by the fragments of the Godhead of the God of Knowledge has also reached its limit.

But this is not without solutions, as long as he wins the Triwizard Tournament and obtains the [Holy Grail], the problem will definitely be solved.

"We must abide by the bylaws!"

Mr. Crouch, who had been silent by the side, set the tone for the matter.

He stood outside the aperture of the fire, half of his face hidden in the shadows, UU reading www.uukanshu. com This made him look a little weird, and that half of the shadow made him look much older, almost like a skeleton.

But when he spoke, his voice was as stiff as ever.

"It is clearly stipulated in the charter that anyone whose name is sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Hey, Barty memorized the regulations by heart." Bagman's face burst into a smile, looking back at Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim, as if the matter had been settled satisfactorily.

After he finished speaking, there was another extremely tense silence.

But the silence of Karkaroff and Madame Maxime actually represented their acquiescence in this matter.

As Clark said, for their two schools, Hogwarts sending a fifth-year student to the game was far more reassuring than sending a seventh-year student.

It's just that there is something wrong in their hearts, but at this moment, they can't say why.

Among the people present, apart from Dumbledore, perhaps only Fleur Delacour knew that Clark, a fifth-grade "little boy", was more difficult than those seventh-grade students.

She had seen with her own eyes how this guy turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands into rain, helping her senior sister "Black and White Witch" Kuyinla regain the title of earl.

However, it was not easy for her to say that she was afraid of a "little boy", so she could only speak and change the topic to another direction.

"Mr. Bagman, what's up with this guy?"

She pointed to Bruce Stewart, who had been standing in the shadow in the corner since she came in just now, as if he had been invisible.

"Don't tell me, there are two warriors at Hogwarts."