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

Professor McGonagall stood up to maintain order. After a burst of riots, the young wizards walked out of the auditorium and argued endlessly.

On the professor's seat, Felix pulled the chair for Mrs. Maxim, "Oh, thank you." She stood up gracefully and whispered: "Don't forget that you are the school director of Boothbaton...you are welcome to the carriage at any time."

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

He watched Mrs. Maxim leave with the students, and the crowd automatically made way. At this time, Hagrid came over.

"Can you bring me?"

"What?"

"When you go to visit, can you... can you bring me with you?" Haigu asked anxiously, watching the tall figure disappear at the door of the auditorium, with an expression of fascination: "I mean, yes, those silver-maned horses are in a state of condition, I need to ask clearly."

Felix looked at him strangely.

Haeger immediately stroked his hair and collar, "What's wrong, is something wrong?"

"No," Felix said softly, "I'm worried about those horses." Who knows if Hagrid will really make them "in situation" to make their lame excuses more real.

At this moment, an angry voice came from the door

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

Felix looked for his reputation and saw the scene of Moody's confrontation with Principal Demstrong. Moody's fake eye seemed too terrifying, making Kakarov's faces pale with the faces of several students around him.

But Kakarov's reaction was obviously beyond the normal limit. It was mixed with anger and unforgettable fear. Felix is ​​not unfamiliar with this expression. Many people have looked at him with the same eyes, so Kakarov will next

"Do you give in?" Felix said playfully.

Sure enough, Kakarov did not engage in too much, as if he was hiding from the plague god, waved his hand and took his students away.

The students blocked behind rushed to tiptoe, crossing the shoulders of others to look at the Demstrong delegation's departure.

"This night will not be calm," Felix said.

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

...

"Do you think Kakarov knows Professor Moody?" Harry asked, following the crowd up the spiral stairs.

"Yes," Ron said affirmatively, "Look at their expressions, how obvious, I guess they both have old enemies."

They returned to the dormitory, Dean was guarding the door, seemingly laughing, "Harry, I think you need to come over, there is a guest waiting for you..."

Harry walked over curiously, sniffing Valen sat on his bedside table, with a bunch of exquisite little things in front of him, a gold necklace, a constant temperature locket, a gray hourglass...

Ron couldn't even move his eyes when he looked at the stacked golden Garon.

"Merlin's beard..."

Harry seemed to think of something, and he crouched in front of Varun and asked tentatively: "You want to exchange it with me, is it that Muggle coin?"

Sniff and nodded violently.

Ron trembled with a smile, "Ouch!" He held Neville's four-poster bed and almost pulled the curtain off: "It, it has a good memory. It has been two months since the beginning of school and has not given up yet..."

Harry hesitated for a moment. The Muggle coin was a witness to his thousands of phantom movements. He left it as a souvenir, but since he had learned magic, he didn't pay much attention to it, let alone this thing was given to him by Uncle Feinon.

He pulled out the coin from the box and handed it to Valen, "I'll give it to you."

Xixiu immediately took the coin, her two shiny little black eyes shone, and her hands kept rubbing the angular coins. After a while, it seemed to have made a great determination, moved its gaze away, pointed at the gadget in front of Harry, and signaled him to choose one.

"No need." Harry refused.

But Xisiao insisted on letting him pick something, otherwise the great devil would find out and he would not be able to swear to death.

"Jiji!"

It patted its chest and said that it was here to make a transaction.

Harry thought for a long time, his fingers kept moving, and he couldn't make up his mind. Sniffing nervously, staring at his hand intently, and finally the hand picked up the inconspicuous hourglass, "Huh~" Sniffing was obviously relieved and relaxed.

When Sniff put his treasures together and disappeared flexibly from their sight, Ron couldn't help but feel unfair for Harry: "Even if you don't want Gallon, that locket is good. I heard Fred and George tell you that the small box can keep the temperature constant in the most appropriate range, so that you don't have to wear a cloak in winter."

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

"Yes," Ron muttered, "I doubt it's worth two Sicos unless it's an antique..."

The next morning.

The students gathered together in a mess. At this time, a circle of thin gold threads appeared on the floor in the center of the foyer. The goblet of flame was placed on the branch stool and stood in the middle of the gold threads.

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

She looked out of the crowd and Professor Happ stood not far away, leaning against the wall, looking at them with a smile on his chest.

"It only takes a drop," Fred excitedly drank the age enhancer, "we are all just a few months away."

"Yes, let's set an example for you." George followed him and drank the potion and said to Harry and Ron.

Hermione immediately glared at Harry and Ron.

The two of them turned their heads guiltily, with a small bottle of age enhancer hidden in their pockets. Ron stammered: "We have prepared your portion, Hermione, do you need it..."

Hermione was so angry that she turned her head and refused to look at them.

Harry didn't say anything, but when things came to an end, he hesitated. He couldn't help asking himself: If Fred and George really succeeded, should he throw his name into it?

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

"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 outside the golden circle, and Lee Jordan pulled back his step-out legs in horror.

The twins got up from the ground with a "oyah," and the people around them burst into laughter. Their chins had long white beards. Even the twins themselves couldn't help laughing.

Felix walked over the wall, looked at them carefully, and said teasingly: "I heard in the morning that Miss Fawcet of Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers of Hufflepuff were sent to the school hospital. I felt that there must be a little wizard who did not believe in evil. So I deliberately stayed here and took a look..."

Fred and George looked at him grievingly, their beards floating on their chins, making them so funny.

"I remind you." Dumbledore appeared in the foyer and said in a low, hilarious tone. He came close and looked at the twins' shiny white beards, saying, "What's there to find out, Felix?"

"No one succeeded. A second-grade wizard threw a ball of paper inside and was spit out by the Goblet of Fire..."

Perhaps the demonstration effect of the Weasley twins was too obvious. After the interlude in the morning, there were no younger wizards who tried to overcome the age limit and were not old enough.

The Hogwarts students watched with a gaze as the preparatory warriors of four other 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 and splattering sparks.

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

"Here you come!"

Another young wizard said excitedly, Cedric, Roger Davis, Collins Forley, and Angelina walked over together, following the selected students.
Chapter completed!