I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

"It seems that the several headmasters who came to Hogwarts are not ordinary characters. One has ulterior motives, one is a former Death Eater, and the other is not an ordinary wizard from the outside."

Fox shook his head and sighed.

Dumbledore said: "It doesn't really matter what their identities are to us. It doesn't matter whether they are Death Eaters or other identities. As long as the game is finished according to the rules, no one will do anything to them. But I’m afraid of people with ulterior motives.”

Lynn shrugged and looked at Dumbledore: "Have you arranged the age magic next to the Goblet of Fire, Professor?"

"A simple little spell, it's not troublesome, and it's already in effect."

Lynn glanced at Dumbledore, then at Fox, and said with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Tonight, there will probably be many people who don't want others to watch them throw their names into the cup during the day, and take advantage of this night to act."

The three pairs of eyes looked at each other, and they all narrowed their eyes.

"Professor, are you interested in these students?" Lynn asked.

"As people get older, they tend to suffer from insomnia at night." Dumbledore sighed, "Since you can't sleep, it's good to find something for yourself to do."

Fox spread his hands: "I'm not too young, and I suffer from insomnia."

So, as the night gradually deepened, the little wizards all went back to sleep in their dormitories, and the curfew began in the castle.

Two insomniac old people and Lin En, a young man full of bad ideas, sneaked down in the auditorium, quietly looking at the wooden goblet with blue and white flames dancing on the high platform.

Just after midnight, the door of the auditorium was opened from the outside with a creak.

A sneaky figure sneaked in carefully, and then successfully passed the age restriction magic drawn by Dumbledore, and threw the parchment with his name and school in his hand into the Goblet of Fire.

Under the dim light, no one could see his face clearly, but it was obvious that he was wearing a dark green robe.

Now in Hogwarts, there is only one school whose school uniform is dark green. Whose student is this person? The three of Lynn, who saw this scene in the shadows, all know it well.

The night is very deep, but the past is also very fast.

In the early morning of the next day, countless young wizards who hadn't slept well all night came to the auditorium early, and while having breakfast, they took the opportunity to see who would participate in the election of the warriors.

George and Fried took it with confidence. Their exclusive aging potion increased their age by a few months, exceeding the stipulated 17-year-old limit, and then tried to jump into Dumbledore like a diver. inside the circle you drew.

However, just when they thought they had succeeded and were about to throw the parchment with their names written on it into the Goblet of Fire, suddenly a huge force bounced them both away, and they fell heavily on the floor of the auditorium.

At the same time, both of them had thick white beards growing on their chins. Their funny appearance made the students in the auditorium laugh out loud. Even George and Fried followed each other when they looked at each other. laughed.

The magic Dumbledore used was obviously not something that little wizards like them could fool through with tricks, and the students who walked to the Goblet of Fire and threw their names into it were all age-compliant people.

Lynn stayed in the auditorium all day, Hermione sat beside him and kept him company until an hour before the dinner party, when he was sure what he wanted to know.

"A total of 23 students from Ilvermorny came, but only 22 came to throw their names in."

Hermione heard Lynn's words and picked up a piece of parchment in her hand. She had always recorded the data.

"If the data you gave me early in the morning is correct, then there were indeed only 22 people who threw their names into the Goblet of Fire today, and one person never came."

Lynn shook his head and said.

"No, he actually came a long time ago. It's just that he was very secretive when he signed up. He threw his name in in the middle of the night last night."

Hermione looked puzzled.

"Come here in the middle of the night? Then why would he do this? Is this something shameful?"

Lynn chuckled.

"If it's just an ordinary registration, it's certainly not something shameful."

Lynn didn't talk too much about unnecessary things to Hermione, and he didn't want her to get involved in these dangerous things.

At 5 o'clock in the evening, the sky outside gradually darkened, and it was raining cold and clammy.

Harry and Ron have just returned to the castle from Hagrid's hut, and they're trying to get the Triwizard Tournament out of Hagrid's mouth, and who might become a Hogwarts champion.

However, Hagrid kept his mouth shut this time, and he was unwilling to reveal any information to them. It seemed that he also fell in love with Mrs. Maxime, the headmaster of Beauxbatons. She shaved her beard clean and even sprayed cologne on her body!

This made Harry and Ron very upset, thinking that Hagrid had turned into a fool in love.

Students from the four schools reunited in the auditorium tonight. They sat down at the long table and waited for the dinner to start.

The Halloween dinner seemed to be much longer than usual, perhaps because it was two days in a row, and the students didn't seem to enjoy the well-prepared and sumptuous dishes as much as they usually do.

The people in the auditorium kept looking up, with anxious expressions on every face, and everyone fidgeted, standing up from time to time to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.

Harry, too, was eager to finish his plate and find out who had been chosen as champion.

Finally, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the voice in the auditorium suddenly increased a lot.

Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again. Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on both sides of him looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else, while Ms. She was expressionless, making it impossible to see her inner emotions at all.

Ludo Bagman was all smiles, winking at the students of various schools, while Mr. Crouch looked decadent, and it could be said that he was a little indifferent to this event.

"Okay, the time is coming, and the Goblet of Fire will spit out the note of the warrior it has chosen in a minute," Dumbledore said, looking at the expectant students in the auditorium, "After the names of the warriors are announced, I hope they Go to the front of the auditorium and walk along the staff desks and into the adjoining room where they get their initial orientation."