The little lions all put their ears close.

"I probably won't participate." Harry thought for a moment and gave an answer.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"Harry, why don't you join?" Ron was a little surprised. "If you join, you will definitely be the champion of Hogwarts."

Harry said simply: "A waste of time."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "There's no point in bullying children."

Several senior students covered their faces.

What a bully for a kid...

"You're only fourteen this year!" Hermione poked the back of his hand lightly, "You're still a child."

"Can you beat the professor's kid?" Harry asked in a gloomy tone.

The little lions nodded in agreement. If they had not seen with their own eyes that Harry entered school as a tiny little first grader and grew up year by year, they would not have believed that Mr. Potter, who could beat the professor, was only fourteen years old this year.

Is this fourteen years old?

The discussion gradually became louder.

Dumbledore had to wave his hand slightly to make his voice louder: "I know you all want to represent Hogwarts as a champion and win the Triwizard Cup, but -"

"Our three schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed to impose an age limit on this year's participants. Only students who are seventeen years old or older are allowed to register."

George pinched his waist and said, "Professor Dumbledore, this is not fair. We all know that Harry is the best little wizard in Hogwarts!"

"He's not even seventeen," Fred agreed.

They had just heard Harry say that he didn't want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, but that didn't stop them from moving Harry out - they wouldn't turn seventeen until next year, which was still seven months away.

Dumbledore smiled slightly: "Of course, we have also taken this into consideration. There will always be some young wizards with exceptional talents. When they are very young, they are far better than the students in the sixth and seventh grades."

"So, young wizards under the age of seventeen who are confident in themselves can apply to their dean. As long as the dean determines that you meet the registration criteria, he can entrust the professor to help you register."

The young wizards turned their eyes to Harry again.

This is almost a special clause tailor-made for Harry.

"This measure is very necessary." Dumbledore said earnestly, "Even after our preparations, the Triwizard Tournament's events are still very dangerous. Even for outstanding students in the sixth and seventh grades, it is difficult to say that they can pass safely."

"So I will personally take action to ensure that no young wizard can register beyond the age limit without the professor's permission."

George and Fred sat back down, occasionally looking up at Professor McGonagall and whispering to each other.

Dumbledore continued, "Besides that, the delegations from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will arrive in October and will spend most of the school year with us. I hope some of the young wizards will behave themselves."

He paused, somewhat helplessly, and said, "At least let's keep our college scores in the three digits, okay?"

The Gryffindor table erupted in laughter.

Snape and Professor McGonagall's faces turned cold.

"Principal, we'll make sure it happens," George shouted.

Fred followed suit: "After all, we won't bully someone who just lost his father."

At the Slytherin table, Malfoy slammed the table.

"Fred, how can you say that? He's just been sent to Azkaban." George shook his head and frowned, as if he was really scolding Fred.

Fred looked innocent: "Can Death Eaters get out after entering Azkaban?"

"Mr. Weasley!" McGonagall stood up, her tone gentle, but she was filled with a dangerous aura, "Do you want to be put in detention at the beginning of the school year?"

"No, Professor McGonagall." George shook his head, raised his hand, and saluted the dean. "We are just discussing a question."

"Does anyone who goes to Azkaban count as an orphan?" Fred also gave the French salute. "This is a very serious question."

"Perhaps I should teach these two foul-mouthed students a lesson." Moody, who had been sitting in silence, stood up and pretended to take out his wand.

McGonagall stopped him: "I am the Head of Gryffindor."

Moody sat back down.

McGonagall glared at them: "Shut up, Mr. Weasley!"

George and Fred immediately behaved well.

At the Slytherin table, Malfoy was so angry that his face turned half red and half white, but no one comforted him. The Slytherins all looked at him coldly, even Goyle and Crabbe were busy gnawing on lamb chops, no longer paying attention to Malfoy.

Little Mr. Malfoy straightened his back and tried his best to maintain his usual elegant sitting posture.

The words that his father and mother often said flashed through his mind.

Even Fred and George's words came out.

I am an incompetent person. Without my father, I am nothing.

Even his friends were like this. Those friends he thought were good friends had drawn a line between themselves and him long before school started and had made an appointment to go to Diagon Alley together. But after the news was published in the newspaper, they sent owls one by one, all of them breaking their promises due to some matters.

But on that day, Malfoy went to Diagon Alley alone, and could see them talking and laughing together from afar.

Nothing can be more cold-hearted than this.

"Okay, let's sing one more school song and then go back to the dormitory to rest." Dumbledore waved his hand and the lyrics appeared in the air.

George and Fred sang the loudest with the cheerful strains of the Aria.

They sang it more than once.

By the time Jordan Lee finished singing the school song at the slowest tempo, George and Fred were almost at the end of their fourth rendition.

Dumbledore waved his wand and the door to the Great Hall opened.

The young wizards stood up and walked towards the grand staircase.

"Potter." Before Harry had taken a few steps, a man stopped him and said in a gentle voice, "Excuse me, please excuse me."

Harry looked at him.

It was the most outstanding little wizard of Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

Cedric took a deep breath and said, "I heard that you won't participate in the Tri-Strike Tournament?"

"I can't make any promises to you." Harry looked up at Moody, who was chatting with Dumbledore in the teacher's seat. "But at least so far, I have no intention of participating."

Cedric followed his gaze and smiled slightly, "Mr. Potter has set his sights on our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor again?"

"Don't worry." Harry turned his gaze back, "Believe in yourself, you have always been excellent, right?"

"And won the House Cup with Hufflepuff last year."

Cedric smiled bitterly and shook his head: "If the Weasleys hadn't often led people to fight with Slytherin, the House Cup would probably still belong to Gryffindor."

"Luckily, I'm already in sixth grade and will graduate the year after next. I'll have to give you two more years of headaches at most, and I'll only have to face you in the Quidditch Cup next year."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and mustered up his courage: "Mr. Potter, whether you will participate in the Tri-Power Tournament or not, I will sign up. Of course, I hope you can sign up as well."

After saying this, Cedric waved goodbye to Harry.

Wait until he disappears.

Ron frowned, "Mr. Diggory, I mean Cedric's dad. He's actually pretty annoying."

Harry made a puzzled snort.

"We went to the Quidditch World Cup with him using our Portkey," Ron continued as they walked. "On the way, Mr. Diggory kept showing off Cedric, saying he was the top student who beat Harry."

"It was clearly just a lucky break, but it's made to look like I won it with my own real strength."

Harry shook his head: "It is indeed based on strength, otherwise why not Ravenclaw?"

Ron curled his lips. He just felt a little uncomfortable that his best and most outstanding friend was being bad-mouthed behind his back.

"I've never met old Mr. Diggory," Harry went on, "but I admire Cedric very much. He's very good. If the Hufflepuff lady had a legacy, she would definitely be happy to choose him as the heir."

This wasn't the first time he and Cedric had come into contact.

They had played against each other several times in the Quidditch Cup and had also had some contact in training matches.

Harry was sure that, apart from the Hufflepuff lady in the portrait, he had never met anyone so polite. This was not a disguised face, but a real person. In the eyes of a witcher, he was like that.

Ron was a little surprised: "Is he so good?"

"If I hadn't participated in the Triwizard Tournament, he might have been the champion of Hogwarts." Harry nodded. "I'm afraid there is no other sixth and seventh grader who is better than him."

Ron clung to the handrail of the stairs, wanting to take another look at Cedric, but he had completely disappeared.

"Let's put aside the Triwizard Tournament. What happened to Professor Moody?" When they reached the second floor and there were not many people around, Hermione asked, "Harry, you seem to have discovered something?"

"I know Moody." Ron said immediately, "He just looks a little nervous and has the nickname of Mad Eyes, but Dad often mentions him. Apart from being too nervous and sensitive, he is actually a very good person."

"My father said that if you were to choose one person among all the wizards to entrust your life to, you would be the first one, Harry, followed by Professor Moody, then Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and then Professor Dumbledore."

"Uncle Arthur is very wise," Harry praised happily.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "So Harry is a little too sensitive?"

Harry shook his head: "No, I really think something is wrong."

Ron and Hermione were startled.

"There are several familiar scents on him." Harry frowned. "When combined, they could be a bottle of potion I've come into contact with before. It's just that the scent in the hall was too mixed, so I couldn't distinguish them all at once."

He has come into contact with too many potions.

He had brewed all the potions in textbooks, outside textbooks, and even in a book called "Powerful Potions". Except for the potion "Felixir" which required a long time to brew, all other potions with a cycle of no more than three months.

"What kind of potion?" asked Hermione.

Harry continued to shake his head. "It doesn't look like a good potion."

Ron pinched his cheek and said, "Professor Moody is really a good man. When he was young, he always made sure that he didn't use overly evil black magic when hunting down dark wizards. He only used some curses."

"I'm just suspicious." Harry comforted him, "Think positively, maybe Professor Moody just has some physical problems and has to take some dangerous potions to regulate his body."

Ron opened his mouth.

This doesn't sound like good news...