Chapter 287 Who is the real king of mischief

"Age line?" Zhou Hong's eyes lit up at once, "That's easy. Since Dumbledore didn't set up obstacles directly on the Goblet of Fire, it means that the Goblet of Fire does not have the ability to distinguish the ages of the contestants. So as long as we find a way to bypass the age line and throw the note into the Goblet of Fire, we can be considered to have successfully registered."

Colin's brother Dennis's big eyes flashed with confusion and asked:

"But how do we bypass the age line?"

"Stupid!" Zhou Hong said disdainfully, "Use an ageing agent."

"But... we don't have an ageing agent?"

"Don't worry about it, I have my own way!"

Zhou Hong curled his lips and didn't intend to continue to care about this fool.

At the same time, he secretly made a decision in his heart that he would go to the potion maker tonight!

Anyway, that guy is so good to him, he will definitely agree to such a small request.

On the other side, the long table of Slytherin was dead, and the students who were just showing off their power now looked like eggplants hit by frost.

The reason was simple. No one in their academy was qualified to participate in the competition for the Hogwarts Warrior.

This made these proud young people feel ashamed.

In contrast, the Durmstrang students who sat at the same table with them were quite happy. They swept away all the food on the Slytherin table as if they had never eaten before.

"Okay, let's go back to the ship." Karkaroff came to the Slytherin table, "Viktor, how do you feel? Are you full? Do you want me to send someone to bring some mulled wine from the kitchen?"

Krum shook his head silently, then stood up and put on his fur coat again.

"Professor, I want to drink some wine." Another Durmstrang boy next to him swallowed his saliva and said droolingly.

However, Karkaroff changed his previous attitude towards Krum, which was like his own son, and turned around to scold him harshly:

"I didn't ask you! Oh! Merlin's beard! You stupid boy dripped food on the front of your robe again, you are such a disgusting guy!"

After that, Karkaroff snorted and turned around to take Krum away.

The other people in Durmstrang seemed to have gotten used to the different treatment of their professors. They followed without saying a word, and even the scolded boy was no exception.

Chris, who witnessed all this, pulled up a barely detectable smile at the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, his left hand rubbed the knuckles of his right ring finger as if rubbing a ring.

...

The next day was Saturday. In the past, the students went to have breakfast very late on this day.

However, when Mike and others came to the auditorium today, they found that it was already surrounded by a circle of people.

Mike's arrival immediately attracted the attention of the crowd. They all cast fiery eyes at Mike and automatically made way for him to walk to the Goblet of Fire in front of them.

When he got closer, Mike found that the Goblet of Fire from last night was still placed in the center of the hall, and on the floor, there was a circle of thin gold lines, completely wrapping the cup inside.

"Has anyone submitted their name?"

In response to Mike's question, Ron, who was originally squeezed in the crowd, immediately came out and said excitedly:

"The Durmstrang group submitted their name this morning, but for some reason, I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts sign up until now."

Mike nodded and was about to speak, but Franklin on the side said first:

"This is not surprising at all. Now everyone in Hogwarts knows that our warrior will be selected from Mike and Cedric? If others sign up, it would be humiliating and they would be laughed at! So if I were them, I would definitely choose a time when no one is around to submit my name!"

Ron opened his mouth slightly, and the piece of paper in his hand was crumpled into a ball and secretly stuffed into his pocket.

He was originally going to sign up and try, but after listening to Franklin's words, he suddenly decided not to go.

As if he saw Ron's embarrassment, Mike immediately changed the subject.

"What about Harry? Isn't he going to try to sign up?"

"He's having a tantrum in his dorm right now," Ron said. "Dumbledore found him last night and told him not to sign up. He said the Triwizard Tournament is too dangerous and he was afraid something might happen to him."

"I think Dumbledore is right!" Hermione's voice suddenly came. "The Triwizard Tournament is really dangerous, and even if Harry signs up, he definitely won't be selected. In fact, I don't think there's any need for age limits. After all, unless someone cheats, the Goblet of Fire will select the strongest person from each school. Even if such a strong person is young, there won't be any accidents."

After saying that, Hermione secretly glanced at Mike.

Mike shook his head secretly. Hermione had been in the wizarding world for too short a time and didn't understand many things.

Just like what Fudge said before, cheating has always been a routine in the Triwizard Tournament.

The Triwizard Tournament tests not only the individual abilities of the warriors, but also the abilities of each school.

With that in mind, Mike took out a small piece of paper and began to walk towards the Goblet of Fire in the center of the auditorium.

Seeing this, the students who were originally whispering around held their breath and opened their eyes wide to watch Mike slowly approaching the Goblet of Fire.

The age line was successfully passed.

The note was successfully thrown into the Goblet of Fire.

With a bang, the flame in the cup suddenly increased and engulfed the note.

A burst of cheers came from the surroundings, and in the cheers, two small figures squeezed through the crowd and came to the age line.

"Are you ready, Dennis!"

"Of course!"

"Then let's start!"

Zhou Hong and Dennis looked at each other, took out a bottle at the same time, pulled out the cork and drank the liquid inside.

Then, under the surprised eyes of everyone, Zhou Hong and Dennis rushed straight to the age line as if they had gone to Platform 9 3/4 for the first time!

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, and the thin golden line around the Goblet of Fire flashed suddenly.

Afterwards, everyone saw Zhou Hong and Dennis flying backwards at a faster speed than before. After landing, before they could stand up, white beards grew on their faces at a visible speed, and they stopped when they grew to their chests.

"Hahahaha!"

The crowd of onlookers finally reacted and laughed deafeningly.

In the laughter, Zhou Hong and Dennis were not angry, but laughed after discovering the changes in themselves.

Mike walked up to them and helped the two kids up, and looked at Benjamin with an inquiring look.

In his opinion, Zhou Hong and Dennis, these two little ghosts, could never make an aging agent, so it could only be given by someone else.

And Benjamin was undoubtedly the most suspicious.

There were many people who had the same idea as Mike, and Franklin and others looked at Benjamin almost immediately.

Benjamin, who was being watched by everyone, clenched his fists and glared at Zhou Hong, who was standing next to Mike and still laughing, and said with gritted teeth:

"They came to me, but I rejected them!"

"Hahaha! I can't stand George, this is so funny!"

"Who said it wasn't, Fred, they actually tried it!"

The Weasley brothers on the side finally couldn't help it and started laughing.

Seeing this, Benjamin hurried to the two of them and asked:

"Did you give them the aging potion? You knew that the thing didn't work, but you still gave it to them?!"

"Of course! Hong is your younger brother after all. We still have to give you face." The Weasley brothers looked at each other and laughed, "Besides, who let them steal our title of the king of pranks? As their predecessors, we have to teach them a lesson! Hahaha!"

Benjamin clenched and unclenched his fists, unclenched and clenched them again, and after going back and forth several times, he sighed deeply and came to Zhou Hong silently.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the infirmary. Using aging agents indiscriminately is no joke."

This time, Zhou Hong unexpectedly did not refuse Benjamin's outstretched hand, slowly took it and left.

The Weasley brothers looked at Benjamin's back, holding one hand each and gradually going away, and laughed even more happily.

Seeing this, Mike also returned to the crowd and laughed.

He was still worried that Zhou Hong and Dennis were too naughty and no one could control them.

But now it seems that the old ones are still the best.

These two children are still too young compared to the Weasley brothers.

After finishing the business, Mike and others did not go their separate ways as usual to do their own things, but found a long table to sit down and chat.

Because of Halloween, the decoration in the hall changed again.

A large group of live bats flew around the enchanted ceiling, and there were hundreds of miniature figures carved out of pumpkins in every corner looking at everyone in the setting sun.

Near noon, the girls from Beauxbatons finally arrived at Hogwarts Castle.

They lined up in a neat line, and under the leadership of Ms. Maxime, they entered the age line one by one to register.

Fleur was the first to complete the registration, and after completing the registration, she did not continue to return to the line, but came to sit next to Mike.

She obviously felt that the conversation at the dinner party yesterday was not enough, and planned to continue today.

It was a pity that Penelope was also there, so they could not chat openly at all.

When observing the Beauxbatons team, Mike found that the only Beauxbatons boy last night did not show up, so he asked Fleur.

Fleur replied nonchalantly:

"You said Timmy, Ms. Maxime didn't plan to let him register at all, and brought him here just to let him see the world."

Mike's face was covered with black lines. It seemed that the feminist movement in Beauxbatons was really successful.

It was too successful.

"Where did you sleep last night?" Franklin asked curiously. "If you don't sleep well, you are welcome to come to the Ravenclaw common room at any time."

"Don't worry about that. Our carriage is very big."

Fleur didn't even turn her head, and her tone was a little impatient.

From childhood to adulthood, she had met too many people like Franklin who turned into lickers as soon as they met, which made her accustomed to treating these people roughly.

After all, she was too beautiful. She

was so beautiful that no matter how roughly she treated those lickers, they would not care.

Fleur continued to talk to Mike in a soft voice, not paying any attention to Penelope's murderous eyes beside her.

She was used to this. She was isolated by all the girls in Beauxbatons.

After all, she was too beautiful. She

was so beautiful that other girls were jealous.

In addition, her veela mixed blood was much inferior to the muggle blood of mudbloods in the eyes of purebloods, so it was normal to be isolated.

"Fleur, we should go."

The unique voice of Madam Maxime came from not far away. Fleur reluctantly said goodbye to Michael. Amid the regret of the boys and the murderous eyes of the girls, she returned to the Beauxbatons team and left the auditorium.

"Do you like her very much?"

Hilary asked Franklin a fatal question with a resentful look in her eyes, and Franklin immediately shuddered when he heard it and waved his hand to deny it.

Michael smiled and took a sip of the teacup, but he felt that there was also a resentful look on his side. Michael

turned his head and looked at Penelo who seemed calm. He didn't say anything. He

just silently held Penelo's hand and smiled at Penelo.

Penelo seemed to have understood something from Michael's smile, and her frown finally relaxed.

Everything is unspoken.

The sun always sets so early in winter, and when the sun sets completely, Hogwarts' annual Halloween dinner finally begins.

Unlike previous years, the students of Hogwarts seemed to have lost interest in the wonderful performances and delicious food. They were always whispering, and their eyes kept drifting towards the Goblet of Fire that had been moved to the front of the staff seats.

Mike was also looking in that direction, but he was not looking at the Goblet of Fire, but at the people in the classroom seats.

Moody, this guy is back!

He was still dressed the same way for thousands of years, but he looked much more haggard. It seemed that dealing with the Ministry of Magic Law Enforcement and the Wizengamot Council was a very energy-consuming thing for him.

At this point, Mike could basically confirm that this Moody was the real thing.

After all, the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot were not Hogwarts. There were so many outrageous detection methods there. Mike didn't believe that little Barty could still hide the truth under such circumstances.

But new problems also came with it.

Since this Moody was the real thing, then where was little Barty Crouch?

Could he be pretending to be someone else?

Mike's eyes swept back and forth among the people sitting in the staff seats, as if he wanted to see through their possible disguises.

Or maybe.

Barty Crouch Jr. never came to Hogwarts? Voldemort never took action?

Mike thought so, and finally turned his eyes away and looked at the Goblet of Fire again.

This question will be answered tonight.

We just need to see whether Harry will become the fourth warrior like in the original book.