A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Ahem..." Dumbledore coughed twice. Although his voice was small, it seemed to have magic power, instantly drawing everyone's attention back to him.

With a kind smile on his face, his eyes fell gently on Grindelwald, and he said in an almost friendly tone: "Professor Green, please take a seat."

"Green?" Karkaroff frowned, his eyes full of confusion. In his memory, this senior should be called Grindelwald.

In a daze, various rumors about the relationship between these two wizarding giants suddenly flashed through his mind, and that probing look made Dumbledore's face flash with a trace of displeasure.

"Take your seats, gentlemen." Dumbledore spoke again, with unquestionable authority in his voice.

Grindelwald smiled slightly and slowly walked towards the edge of the teacher's chair. There, close to the door of the side hall, the candlelight cast a deep shadow on his body. Under the intertwining of light and darkness, his expression became unpredictable.

Karkaroff sat nervously next to Snape, his eyes secretly glancing at the famous Potions Master from time to time, trying to judge his current position. After all, Snape had been his companion.

His original plan was to test Snape at the right time. But he didn't expect that the dangers of Hogwarts were far greater than he imagined. He looked up at Grindelwald, who still had that faint, puzzling smile on his face.

The four wizards carried the wooden tower that kept the Goblet of Fire into the auditorium. The wooden tower was inlaid with various gems and shone with an alluring light under the firelight. Dumbledore stepped forward and placed his hand gently on the wooden tower.

"Please pay attention!" His voice echoed in the auditorium, and all the noise suddenly stopped. "The winner of the Triwizard Tournament will receive eternal glory. But in order to achieve this goal, he must pass three severe tests."

"A very severe test." Dumbledore emphasized again, his tone hinting at the danger contained in the test.

"Roger, do you want to participate?" Daphne's voice sounded on the long table, and everyone in Slytherin was attracted to it.

Whether they are seventh-graders about to graduate or freshmen who have just entered school and heard Rogge's story, they all look forward to the shadow prefect of Slytherin becoming a warrior of Hogwarts and bringing glory to the school.

Rogge neither affirmed nor denied, but responded cleverly: "If conditions permit, I think I will consider it."

His answer elicited a cheer of excitement from the Slytherin table. In their view, as long as Rogge is willing to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, victory will belong to Slytherin.

However, Rogge did not want to participate in this silly competition. Not to mention that the Triwizard Tournament has both age restrictions and traps set by Voldemort. All he has to do is watch the show and take advantage of it.

It's enough to leave Mr. Harry Potter to fight for his life. After all, he was Voldemort's chosen opponent.

Dumbledore raised his hand to signal the Slytherin students to quiet down, and then said: "Considering the potential dangers of the Triwizard Tournament, the Ministry of Magic has decided to introduce a new rule. Now, let us invite the former Minister and International Magic Mr. Cornelius Fudge, Director of the Department of Cooperation, is here to explain in detail.”

The fat Fudge walked into the auditorium from the side door with a pipe in his mouth. Rogge quickly scanned the other exits of the auditorium, thinking to himself: "Mad-Eye Moody hasn't appeared yet. This year's Triwizard Tournament seems to have a lot of events." Variety."

At this moment, the dome of the auditorium suddenly made a deafening explosion, as if the sky was about to split. The clouds were as black as ink, and the lightning in them pierced the sky, emitting a dazzling light that instantly suppressed the brilliance under the candlelight. The students screamed in horror one after another, and Dumbledore quickly raised his wand to disperse the strange celestial phenomena on the dome.

"The students of Hogwarts are so..." Krum thought for a long time before he found a suitable adjective: "cute."

"Hahaha!" Durmstrang's students jeered loudly, dismissing their opponents who were afraid of lightning and thunder.

"You know, the original meaning of the word Hogwarts is pig." One of them deliberately said in a sarcastic tone: "So, their fear of lightning is just an instinct."

"Hmph... hum..." Another person imitated the sound of a pig, and the originally tense atmosphere was instantly diluted by this funny performance.

Krum sat deliberately close to Harry, and their jeers reached the ears of the Gryffindors clearly. The lions expressed their dissatisfaction with angry eyes, but no one dared to stand up and teach these rude and unscrupulous foreigners a lesson.

On the other side of the auditorium, Roger didn't hear Durmstrang's sarcasm. Otherwise, he will make these rude guys understand immediately what it means for local gangs to have no martial ethics.

"Albus, is there something wrong with the dome?" Fudge tried to use humor to resolve the embarrassment, but Dumbledore gave him a strange look and then waved for him to continue explaining the new rules.

Fudge cleared his throat awkwardly and stepped forward to introduce: "After careful consideration and in order to ensure the safety of students, we have decided that students under the age of 17 will not be allowed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

Before he finished speaking, there were sounds of dissatisfaction coming from below. Some students even called this chubby guy the honor of being a son of the beach.

"I understand!" Rogge's eyes lit up as he stared at Fudge.

If the original plot was followed, Lupine should have left Hogwarts in the previous year. However, he was cured of his werewolf condition and continues to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. In addition, he spent most of his time at Hogwarts, which left little Barty with no chance to attack him.

On the other hand, Old Barty fell into a deep coma for some reason. Coupled with Fudge's return to the Ministry of Magic, Barty Jr. is very likely to take the fat guy's place.

"Rubbish!"

"Nonsense...is your brain going crazy?"

Fudge looked at Dumbledore awkwardly, with a hint of help in his eyes. Rogge watched his every move closely, the suspicion in his heart getting heavier and heavier.

It was impossible for Fudge to show weakness when he was so provoked by the students of Hogwarts. Otherwise, how could he challenge Minister Amelia. This has nothing to do with nature, but a requirement of power.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore's voice was hoarse but full of authority, instantly suppressing the voices of dissatisfaction and opposition.

His wand gently touched the spire of the wooden tower. The carefully decorated tower instantly dissolved like sand, revealing a seemingly rough and simple wooden goblet. Then, blue-white flames emerged from the cup, instantly adding a simple and mysterious charm to this simple object.

"Goblet of Fire!" Dumbledore introduced to the teachers and students present. "Anyone who wants to sign up for the competition must write their name and school name on parchment. Before this time on Thursday night, The parchment is thrown into the Goblet of Fire.”

"In order to prevent students who are not old enough to withstand the temptation," Dumbledore continued, "I will draw an age limit around the Goblet of Fire. No student under the age of seventeen can cross this limit."

He looked around seriously at the students present, and tirelessly reminded the dangers again: "Finally, I would like to remind every student who intends to participate. The Triwizard Tournament is not a child's play. Once selected, there is no turning back. "

The principal's repeated warnings made many people aware of the dangers of the game. Normally, Dumbledore would never be so serious and repeated his instructions.

"Once you are chosen by the Goblet of Fire, you must stick to the game to the end. Because the moment your name is put into the Goblet of Fire, you have already assumed a contract that you must abide by. Please think carefully and don't put your name into it rashly."

Dumbledore paused for a moment to let everyone digest this. Then, in a gentle tone, he said: "Okay, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night to everyone."

"Age dividing line?" Daphne looked at the white circle outside the Goblet of Fire with dissatisfaction and complained: "Roger, this is so unfair to you! Without this restriction, you must be the warrior of Hogwarts. .”

"Tell me, is there any way we can deceive it?" Draco rolled his eyes, suddenly had an idea, clapped his hands and shouted, "How about we stand outside and put our names in?"

"What a great idea!" Upon hearing this, the little snakes immediately gathered around excitedly and started trying according to Draco's method.

They quickly wrote their names and schools, crumpling the slips into a ball. Then he aimed at the Goblet of Fire, which was emitting blue flames, and threw the paper ball hard.

However, the Goblet of Fire seems to have its own wisdom. It does not accept these paper balls flying out of thin air, but spits them back one by one.

"Hahaha, you guys haven't even walked in, how can you sign up?" The Weasley twins laughed happily when they saw this scene.

Draco shouted unconvinced: "Why are you laughing? Your age is not up to standard either!"

Fred said with a smile: "If you use an age-increasing agent, just one drop, it won't be able to tell who is under seventeen."

The Gryffindor students cheered the Weasley twins for their wit, while on the other side, Cedric was being pushed into the age limit by other students. Harry's eyes quickly moved away from Cedric and landed on Zhang Qiu not far away. However, her focus is entirely on her boyfriend Cedric.

"Harry Potter, what a pity." Krum suddenly appeared in Harry's sight, his tone full of regret: "I thought I could compete with you in the Triwizard Tournament, but I didn't expect them to The registration age is limited.”

"If it wasn't a matter of age, you would also participate, right? Harry?" Krum stared at him with burning eyes, as if he could see through the other person's mind.

Ron suddenly rushed in and interrupted the conversation between the two: "We are only in fourth grade and you are already in seventh grade..."

Krum frowned and pushed the guy in front of him away: "Harry, I know that you will never give up the Triwizard Tournament if given the chance."

He patted his chest and said confidently: "I know you better than I know myself." After that, he smiled and walked towards the burning Goblet of Fire.

Harry looked at Krum's back, his heart beating hard against his chest. He never thought that someone could understand his heart so well.

Yeah, if it weren't for the age limit, he would definitely put his name into the Goblet of Fire without hesitation. Then, complete those three challenges and win the glory of the Triwizard Cup.

He couldn't help but think of the victory parade after the minor league finals. The surging feeling made every cell in his body beat.

Ron was watching Harry's expression closely. He saw the way Harry looked at Krum, which made Ron feel nervous.

"Harry, we are not old enough. Let's wait three years, then we will reach the age limit." Ron tried to persuade Harry.

But Harry didn't seem to hear him, his eyes followed Krum closely, watching him put the parchment into the Goblet of Fire.

"Roger, why don't you give it a try?" Daphne advised.

Rogge shook his head firmly and said: "No, Slytherin never flaunts himself as a warrior. The opportunity to show off courage should be left to others."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Although Daphne felt regretful, she didn't think much about it. The Slytherin students consciously followed Roger and left the auditorium together.

"Who is that?" Krum asked curiously.

Harry introduced in a dull voice: "Roger Travis, the Shadow Prefect of Slytherin."

"Shadow Prefect?" Krum's face showed a bit of disdain, "Wizards hiding in the shadows are not worthy of attention."

When Harry heard this, he felt a burst of joy in his heart. Krum's comments not only made him feel comfortable, but also made him understand that his weight in Krum's heart was far greater than Rogge's. This feeling of being valued made him get closer to the other person.

"Are you interested in visiting our big ship?" Krum issued a sincere invitation. "Many people in Durmstrang want to get to know you."

Harry looked up at Krum and read something unusual in his eyes. This invitation was not out of respect for the savior, but in recognition of the strength of an excellent Seeker.

This feeling warmed Harry's heart, a respect he had earned through his own efforts.

"Of course...of course!" Harry agreed quickly and followed Krum towards the Black Lake.

There was an indescribable anger in Ron's heart, as if he had lost his best friend. Feeling empty in his heart, he dragged his feet heavily and cursed under his breath as he returned to the Gryffindor dormitory.

Gryffindor was located on the upper floor of the tower. Through the window, he stared firmly at the big boat with oil lamps hanging on the lake.

Harry and Krum, two equally excellent seekers, had a good chat on the big boat. Harry felt happier than ever before, feeling like he had found someone who truly understood him.

Karkaroff looked at the boy on the deck in surprise. He had a prominent lightning scar on his forehead. Immediately, a sly smile appeared on Karkaroff's face, and he quietly ordered his servants to prepare a guest room.

On the first night of school, Harry Potter stayed away all night. Ron tossed and turned on the bed in despair, causing the other roommates to suffer from insomnia.

The Triwizard Tournament would last throughout the school year, which meant Harry and Krum would be spending a lot of time together. Once, Ron regarded Krum as his Quidditch idol. But now, he just wanted this cold-faced Krum to disappear completely from Harry's life.