"Yeah..." said Harry.

He naturally wants to be a warrior, but his birthday party will be later, in July.

Hermione lowered her head and said nothing.

"There's nothing I can do, little Ron." At this moment, Fred suddenly came over from behind and said with a smile, "These are the rules of the school and the Ministry of Magic. You have to abide by them."

"Yeah, just be a spectator." George came over from the other side, "Just remember to cheer us on when the time comes."

"Huh!" Ron curled his lips.

Fred and George actually said they had to follow the rules... This was simply the funniest joke he had heard this year.

"Why are you able to sign up!" Ron said sourly.

"I always thought you were just stupid, but I didn't expect you to be so brainless." Fred looked at him with a very strange look, "Of course we can sign up because we are old enough!"

"Sixteen, one year older than the required age," George said. "You must have forgotten our age... If that's the case, we're really disappointed."

"I haven't forgotten!" said Ron. "I just think it's unfair... that's a thousand Galleons!"

"Then you have to be able to win the championship too," said Fred.

"Did you ever get an O in your Transfiguration and Charms exams?"

Ron's face turned red, but he still said with his neck stiff, "The Triwizard Tournament is not an exam. It has nothing to do with grades. What if I can win the championship?"

"Ha..." George couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"That's a shame... You're not old enough, Mr. Future Champion." Fred raised an eyebrow.

Afterwards, the two of them ignored Ron and walked forward arm in arm, discussing loudly how they must be the first to sign up.

And Ron was still complaining that the competition was unfair and that everyone should be able to participate.

"But a lot of people died in the competition." Hermione whispered outside the hallway: "Dumbledore just said that this is why the competition was suspended for a century."

"Yeah," said Ron nonchalantly, "but that was many years ago, wasn't it? And Dumbledore also said that they did a lot of work to make sure that every warrior's life was not in danger, didn't they?

If a fifteen-year-old can do it, there’s no reason why we can’t.”

Hermione rarely refuted, but continued to look down and think about something.

"Hahaha……"

At this moment, she suddenly heard a loud laugh coming from the Hufflepuff team not far away.

Mikel was waving his hands and laughing as he said, "Who do you think will be the champion representing Hogwarts, Kyle or Cedric?"

"It must be Kyle. His special contribution awards to the school are almost enough to fill up the entire trophy display room!" someone said.

"No, I think it's Cedric." A sixth-grade student shook his head. "He's in the sixth grade, so he has an advantage in age."

"But Kyle has received the Order of Merlin, Second Class Medal..."

"Hehe..." A different voice suddenly came out amid the heated discussion.

"I think the champion should come from Ravenclaw, because we are the smartest students in Hogwarts, not you mediocre Hufflepuffs!"

The heated debate came to an abrupt end, like a bucket of cold water poured over, dousing the originally lively atmosphere.

Although many people thought Hufflepuff was synonymous with mediocrity before, in recent years, because they have won the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup for four consecutive years, few people say so.

Mikel looked at the person who was speaking, "Oh, I wondered who it was, isn't it Davis..."

He curled his lips and said, "I don't deny what you said, most Ravenclaws are smart, but I just have one question... Is there anyone among you who has been ranked first in the grade for five consecutive years like Cedric?

Or like Kyle, get full marks in the exams and win three trophies for special contributions to the school... No, just one will do."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him laughed.

Roger Davis' face flushed red, "Lao Bo...he is the top student in the seventh grade!"

Several Ravenclaws nearby also agreed, believing that Lauber was the best candidate for the warrior.

Their results have always been suppressed by Kyle and Cedric, and they really want to make a comeback. This Triwizard Tournament is a good opportunity. If Lauber can stand out and become a warrior, it will just prove that they are better than Hufflepuff.

"Oh, I thought you were going to talk about yourself, Davis. You must be over fifteen years old."

Ryan smiled and said, "Don't deny it. You want to be a warrior, too... Unfortunately, if you had won the Quidditch Cup once, you would probably have something to show for it by now."

Davis was speechless and his face turned even redder. He wanted to refute, but didn't know what to say. He could only say "Let's wait and see who becomes a Warrior in the end" and then turned and went up the stairs.

But because he was walking too fast, he didn't pay attention to his feet and fell into a step in the middle of the stairs.

There were many trick steps like this at Hogwarts. As an old student, Davis could have avoided this special step, but he was obviously so angry that he forgot about it.

The people around laughed even more happily. Even the suit of armor at the top of the stairs made a creaking and clanking sound, and they laughed so hard that they couldn't breathe.

"Shut up!" Several Ravenclaw students stepped forward and pulled Davis out of the stairs, walking quickly upstairs.

On the other hand, Kyle, who had brought the freshmen back to the common room early, still couldn't understand why the age limit for the Triwizard Tournament was lowered so much.

Cedric called out to him three times before he came to his senses.

"Sorry." Kyle asked the freshman to go back to the dormitory by himself, then turned around and asked, "I was just thinking about something. What did you say?"

"I mean, will you sign up for the Triwizard Tournament?" Cedric asked again.

"Of course I have to sign up." Kyle nodded.

Although he didn't know why, if he was of the right age, there was no reason for him to miss this event, not to mention that there was something in this game that he cared about very much.

Kyle glanced at Cedric.

"What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?" Cedric rubbed his face in confusion.

"No." Kyle shook his head. "So, you will sign up too?"

"Of course, I feel that I have a good chance of being selected." Cedric said, "Although it may be a bit bad to say this, but I don't have many opponents.

Ravenclaw's Robert is one, you, Connor, and Qiu... Other than that, there seems to be no one else."

“Fred and George wouldn’t let it go if they knew you left them out,” Kyle said.

"Of course I haven't forgotten them, but..." Cedric tried to hold back his laughter and said, "To be honest, I can't accept the sight of the Hogwarts warriors pulling out a big dung ball in the Triwizard Tournament."

"That scene must be very explosive." Kyle said with a smile, "I don't think Professor McGonagall would be able to accept it."

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(End of this chapter)