Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

There was a sudden silence in the field.

Fred and George, as well as Ron behind them, all seemed extremely excited.

Li Jordan immediately asked in a fun way.

"Did it work? Oh? Why did you bring your brother with you?"

Fred said in a proud tone.

"The brewing time is just right. As for Ron, there is no other way. He begged me all night, and the potion just happened to be a little more... woo woo."

Ron, who was taciturn, felt that he was about to die, and hurried forward to cover Fred's mouth.

"Oh, Fred, please stop talking!"

George laughed and didn't say much. The younger brother's thoughts were actually their thoughts.

Only this little brother has been very well behaved recently and his strength has increased rapidly, so the two brothers don't mind bringing him to play together.

George rubbed his hands happily and took out the potion bottle from his pocket.

"Stop it. George and I only need to grow a little over a year older. We only need to take a small sip. Ron, you have to finish the whole bottle.

Remember, if any of us wins, the 1,000 Galleons will be divided equally among the three of us."

Ginny, who was becoming more and more picky about her appearance, attacked her three brothers at this time.

"I think Hermione is right. Your little tricks will never fool Dumbledore's magic."

The three Weasleys didn't care and ignored their sister's opposition.

They drank the aging potion excitedly together.

"Are you ready? Together?"

"Okay, together, let everyone witness the miracle of our three Weasleys!"

Although Ron was a little embarrassed, he enjoyed being noticed by every pair of eyes in the hall.

Before he could savor it, he was carried into the circle by his two brothers.

After the three stood in the circle, they carefully observed for a few seconds. Seeing that Dumbledore's restriction magic was not triggered, they laughed at each other.

"Haha, I said..."

In just a few seconds, everyone really thought that the three Weasleys succeeded.

But the next moment, the three red-haired boys were immediately hit out of the circle like a bludger.

As the three were thrown, their red hair began to grow wildly and turned snow-white.

After falling to the ground one by one in pain, they immediately turned into old grandfathers in their seventies and eighties, and their skin was wrinkled.

"Ouch, my waist!"

"Ah, Ron, get out of the way, you broke my leg!"

"Ah, me, this is not me, ah!"

Ron trembled and climbed up first, looking at his old hands in disbelief, and after screaming, he staggered away with his face covered.

The remaining twins had different brain circuits.

They looked at each other and couldn't help laughing, and laughed at each other for being so funny.

"Ha, I reminded you."

Just then, an amused voice sounded from the back of the crowd, and the little wizards automatically made way.

Dumbledore walked in with a smile, looked at the twins' condition, and reminded them "kindly".

"Go to the school hospital quickly, let Madam Pomfrey show you, there are already two patients with the same idea as you, but they chose the middle of the night.

Oh, by the way, remember to bring your brother."

With this typical example, there will be no more little wizards who do not meet the age requirements.

Tonight is Halloween, and the decorations on the campus have naturally changed. A large group of bat ornaments are hung all over the campus, and pumpkin lanterns can be seen everywhere.

After finishing a day's class, the little wizards went to the hall in groups of three or five, quietly discussing possible candidates for the warriors.

Hermione, Harry and Draco also walked to the hall together.

Draco: "Hey, the chief is not participating. Everyone's per capita combat power is pretty good, but it's really hard to guess."

Hermione: "I found out some information. Beauxbatons is not very united. I heard that Fleur, who is most likely to become a warrior, has been excluded by her classmates."

Harry: "I also heard a piece of news. The representative of Durmstrang's warriors is probably Krum. This person is quite popular in Gryffindor."

Draco: "Please, we have the chief!"

Hermione: "But the chief is not participating."

Harry: "Uh, Draco, let's talk about the situation in Koskerrez..."

The three chatted casually, but no one mentioned Ilvermorny. It can be imagined how annoying American wizards are.

The three walked into the hall. It was expected that it would be lively here early, but what surprised the three little ones was that Hagrid's dress today was unusually eye-catching in the teacher's seat.

Hagrid wore a fluffy brown suit with a red and yellow tie. I don't know how much lubricant he used to comb his messy hair into two bunches.

The strange-looking Hagrid was having a conversation with the headmaster of Beauxbatons.Talking and laughing.

Two people over three meters tall chatting together naturally became the focus of the whole audience.

Draco vowed.

"I bet Maxim is trying to get Hagrid to say something. You know, Hagrid's mouth is not very tight."

Harry nodded in agreement, but felt sorry for his friend and shook his head quickly.

"Ahem, maybe Hagrid is just looking for a girlfriend. After all, he really doesn't have many choices."

Draco twisted his ahoge and asked curiously.

"Harry, do you know this?"

Hermione ignored the two gossiping boys and went back to the Ravenclaw table.

Ten minutes later.

The teachers and students of Ilvermorny finally arrived. Dumbledore looked at Helena who was seated with deep meaning, and then announced the official start of the Halloween dinner.

Perhaps because there were two consecutive days of grand dinners, most of the little wizards quickly finished their dinner and stared at Dumbledore eagerly.

They all hoped that this old man, who had a strong stomach, would finish eating quickly and then start announcing the champions.

Dumbledore naturally felt the urgency of the young wizards, and after winking mischievously, he ate more slowly.

This made all the young wizards want to grab the food and stuff it into the headmaster's mouth.

But there is no feast that can't be finished.

Dumbledore calmly drank the last sip of sweet pumpkin juice in the cup, and then waved his hand to make the leftovers on the table disappear.

He slowly stood up and walked to the Goblet of Fire surrounded by mysterious flames.

The hall was still full of discussions just now, and immediately you could hear a pin drop, even the other four headmasters were a little nervous and expectant.

"Okay, I think the Goblet of Fire will make a decision soon."