"Okay, students, please leave in an orderly manner."

Professor McGonagall stood up to maintain order. After a crackling commotion, the young wizards filed out of the hall, arguing with each other.

In the professor's seat, Felix pulled out a chair for Madame Maxime. "Oh, thank you." She stood up gracefully and said softly, "Don't forget that you are the director of Beauxbatons... You are always welcome to visit in the carriage."

"As you wish, ma'am." Felix said with a smile.

He watched Madame Maxime leave with the students, and the crowd automatically made way for a path. At this time, Hagrid came over.

"Can you take me with you?"

"What?"

"When you go to visit, can you... can you take me with you too?" Hagrid asked nervously. He watched the tall figure disappear at the door of the hall, his expression infatuated: "I mean, yes, there is something wrong with those silver-maned horses, I need to ask clearly."

Felix looked at him strangely.

Hagrid immediately smoothed his hair and collar, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"No," Felix said softly, "I'm worried about the horses." Who knows if Hagrid will really let them have some "problems" in order to make his lame excuse more realistic.

At this time, an angry voice came from the door,

"Yes, that's Harry Potter. Have you seen enough?"

Felix looked over and saw the scene of Moody and the headmaster of Durmstrang confronting each other. Moody's fake eye seemed too scary, making Karkaroff and several students around him pale.

But Karkaroff's reaction obviously exceeded the normal limit, mixed with anger and unforgettable fear. Felix was not unfamiliar with this expression. Many people had looked at him with the same eyes before, so would Karkaroff

"give in next?" Felix said playfully.

Sure enough, Karkaroff didn't bother much, as if he was avoiding the plague god, he waved his hand and walked away with his students.

The students stuck behind stood on tiptoe and looked over the shoulders of others as the Durmstrang delegation left.

"This night won't be peaceful," said Felix.

"Yeah, I guess some students will choose to sign up at night..." Hagrid echoed in a sleepwalking manner, "By the way, do you have any good perfume recommendations?"

...

"Do you think Karkaroff and Professor Moody know each other?" Harry asked, following the crowd up the spiral staircase.

"Yes," Ron said affirmatively, "Look at their expressions, how obvious, I guess they probably have an old grudge."

They returned to the dormitory, Dean stood guard at the door, as if trying to hold back a laugh, "Harry, I think you need to come over, there's a guest waiting for you..." Harry

walked over curiously and sniffed Valen sitting on his bedside table, with a pile of exquisite little things in front of him, Galleons, gold necklaces, constant temperature pendant boxes, gray hourglasses... Ron

looked at the pile of golden Galleons, his eyes couldn't move away.

"Merlin's beard..."

Harry seemed to have thought of something. He squatted in front of the Sniff Valen and asked tentatively, "You want to exchange with me, is it the Muggle coin?"

The Sniff nodded vigorously.

Ron laughed so hard that he trembled, "Ouch!" He held Neville's four-poster bed and almost pulled down the curtains, "It, it has a really good memory. It has been two months since the first day of school, and it still hasn't given up..."

Harry hesitated for a moment. The Muggle coin was a witness to his thousands of Apparitions. He kept it as a souvenir, but since he had learned magic, he didn't think much of it, not to mention that it was given to him by Uncle Vernon.

He took the coin out of the box and handed it to Valen, "For you."

The Sniff immediately took the coin, his two bright black eyes shining, and his little hands kept stroking the angular coin. After a while, it seemed to have made a great decision, looked away, pointed to the little things in front of Harry, and asked him to pick one.

"No need." Harry refused.

But Sniff insisted that he pick one thing, otherwise the devil would nag it to death if he knew.

"Chirp!"

It patted its chest to show that it was here to make a deal.

Harry pondered for a long time, his fingers moving constantly, unable to make up his mind. Sniff stared at his hand nervously, and finally the hand picked up the inconspicuous hourglass. "Huh~" Sniff was obviously relieved and relaxed.

When Sniff put his treasure away and disappeared from their sight flexibly, Ron couldn't help but speak up for Harry: "Even if you don't want Galleons, that locket is not bad. I heard from Fred and George that the small box can keep the temperature constant at the most suitable range, so you don't have to wear a cloak in winter."

Harry shook his head, "This one is not bad either." He fiddled with the gray hourglass for a few times and put it on the cabinet.

"Really," Ron muttered, "I doubt if it's worth two Sickles, unless it's an antique..."

The next morning.

The students gathered together in a noisy manner. At this time, a circle of thin golden lines appeared on the floor in the middle of the entrance hall. The Goblet of Fire was placed on the Sorting Bench, standing in the middle of the golden lines.

"They are too blatant." Hermione said in shock. In front of her, the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan were eager to try, each holding a small bottle with a thin layer of transparent liquid in the bottle.

She looked outside the crowd and saw Professor Happ standing not far away, leaning against the wall, looking at them with a half-smile and half-smile.

"It only takes one drop," Fred drank the aging potion excitedly, "We are only a few months away."

"That's right, let us set an example for you." George drank the potion right after him and said to Harry and Ron.

Hermione immediately glared at Harry and Ron.

The two turned their heads away guiltily. They each had a small bottle of aging potion hidden in their pockets. Ron stammered, "We prepared your share, Hermione, do you need it..."

Hermione was angry and turned her head away from them.

Harry didn't say anything. When the time came, he hesitated. He couldn't help asking himself: If Fred and George really succeeded, should he put his name in?

The twins walked into the age limit and waved to Felix who was smiling at the side.

"We love you so much, Professor." Fred said.

For a moment, Hermione thought they had succeeded, but then she heard a hissing sound, and the twins were thrown out of the golden circle. Lee Jordan pulled back his legs in fear.

The twins got up from the ground with a cry of "ouch, ouch". The people around them laughed and long white beards grew on their chins. Even the twins themselves couldn't help laughing.

Felix walked over from the wall, looked at them carefully, and said teasingly: "I heard this morning that Miss Fawcett from Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers from Hufflepuff were sent to the school hospital. I felt that there must be some little wizards who didn't believe in evil. So I specially waited here to see..."

Fred and George looked at him sadly, their beards fluttering on their chins, not to mention how funny it was.

"I warned you." Dumbledore appeared in the hallway and said in a low, amused tone. He came closer, looking at the twins' shiny white beards, and said, "Did you find anything, Felix?" "

No one succeeded. A second-year wizard threw a ball of paper into the Goblet of Fire, and it spit out..."

Perhaps the Weasley twins' demonstration effect was too obvious. After the morning episode, no more young wizards who were not old enough tried to cross the age limit.

The students of Hogwarts watched eagerly as the reserve warriors of the other four schools lined up to throw their names into the Goblet of Fire. The blue and white flames on the cup licked their fingers, burning violently and turning red, splashing sparks.

"Where are our people?" A little wizard asked anxiously.

"Here they are!"

Another little wizard said excitedly. Cedric, Roger Davis, Collins Foley, and Angelina came over together, followed by the selected students.

They threw the slips of paper into the Goblet of Fire one by one, with expressions full of expectation on their faces.