Harry Potter Reborn

The next day is Saturday. Generally speaking, students go to have breakfast very late.

Especially now that the weather is starting to get colder in the UK.

However, today is an exception.

When Astoria dragged Harry downstairs like a annoying little goblin, a large number of people were already surrounding the auditorium, some of whom were still gnawing on bread. They were all looking at the Goblet of Fire carefully.

.

The cup was placed in the center of the foyer, on the stool used to hold the Sorting Hat.

Two thin gold lines were drawn around the floor, surrounding the cup in the middle.

One is used to detect age, and the other is used to detect magic power.

As long as you meet any of the conditions, you can register.

Most of the people around him were under the age of seventeen, and they looked at the Goblet of Fire longingly and worriedly.

Ron Weasley squeezed to the edge of the circle and asked the others: "Has anyone put their name in yet?"

Someone said: "Yes, all the students in Durmstrang have just finished voting, and no one has signed up for Hogwarts yet."

Ron clenched his fists and looked at the Goblet of Fire that was very close at hand, thinking: If I could participate in the Goblet of Fire, if I won the Triwizard Cup, in that glorious scene, so dazzling, Fleur Delacour would definitely love it.

Fuck me...

Ron's heart was racing, and the huge temptation made him unable to help but get closer inside.

"Hahahaha..." Several people came over laughing, Ron was awakened, and saw Fred, George and Lee Jordan hurriedly walking down the stairs, all three of them looking extremely excited.

Fred proudly told others: "We have just taken age-increasing drugs. It doesn't take too much. It just makes us a few months older and we will be seventeen years old."

These words attracted envious looks.

George was unbearably excited: "Are you ready? Let's go in together."

He felt that the more people who entered at one time, the greater the possibility of making mistakes.

All three of them took out a piece of parchment from their pockets, with their names written on it. They walked straight to the edge of the age line, stood there, swaying on tiptoes, like skydivers preparing to jump from three thousand meters.

It's like jumping from a high altitude.

Then, with every pair of eyes in the foyer watching, they took a deep breath and crossed the line.

"Oh yeah, it worked."

George turned around and saw the golden thread behind him and cheered.

Ron gasped excitedly and was about to blurt out, "I want to drink age-enhancing drugs too."

Changes have occurred.

Golden lightning suddenly appeared on the three of them, crackling and making them roll their eyes.

Then, "Bang".

It was like being kicked by an elephant, flying out of the circle and falling on the cold floor.

"Hey, it's my elbow."

"Hey, my waist disc is there."

"Hey, my Bolenggeer."

In addition to physical pain, there are also other humiliations.

"Giggle..." A clear and melodious laughter came.

Astoria smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into a thin line: "Brother, look, the three of them have suddenly turned into old men with white beards."

People in the foyer burst into laughter.

George, Fred, and Jordan looked at each other, didn't they? They all had exactly the same long white beards on their chins, almost catching up with Dumbledore's.

The three of them couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.

"Deng Deng Deng."

Professor McGonagall is walking out of the auditorium.

Seeing the appearance of the three of them, she seemed to want to laugh, but she kept a straight face and said, "I have long advised you not to make wrong decisions."

"The white beard created by your spell cannot be cut completely. It will only disappear automatically after two days." Professor McGonagall said.

The three of them wailed in their hearts and made up their minds at the same time. They would hide in the Gryffindor dormitory for the past two days and never come out again.

Astoria said next to Harry: "Brother, why don't you participate in this competition? I think it's quite fun."

Harry shook his head.

Astoria was a little disappointed.

Seeing so many people eager to participate, she really wanted to let her brother shine.

In the morning, the decoration of the auditorium changed again.

Since it was Halloween, a swarm of live bats flew around the enchanted ceiling, while hundreds of little pumpkin figures jumped around every corner.

Harry raised his head and stared blankly at the live bats flying around.

Hermione asked in confusion: "Harry, what are you looking at?"

Harry said: "I'm worried someone might eat these bats."

Hermione said: "No one would do such a thing, not even a mud monster would eat a bat."

…

The Goblet of Fire has touched everyone's heart, and everyone is talking about those Hogwarts students over the age of seventeen who may participate in the Tournament.

Dean was talking to others: "Have you heard that Slytherin's Warrington, who looks like a sloth, got up early in the morning and put his name in? Did he think the game was about someone?

Are you big?"

Seamus said with disgust: "I don't want people from Slytherin to represent our school."

"Who says it's not the case? Any of the other three colleges is good."

Ron said contemptuously: "The Hufflepuff classmates are all talking about Digory, and they actually put their hopes on him. Have they all forgotten the scandal that happened to Digory?"

Just as he was talking, cheers came from the hall outside the auditorium.

Everyone turned around in their seats to see who had the courage to sign up again.

I saw Angelina Johnson, the chaser of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, walking into the auditorium. Facing the eyes of so many people, she grinned a little sheepishly.

She was a tall, dark-skinned girl. As soon as she sat back down in her seat, she said, "I didn't expect that I really did it! I put my name in!"

Her classmates said in surprise: "Are you kidding? Aren't we only in the sixth grade? How did you do it?"

Angelina Johnson said: "I just had my seventeenth birthday last week."

"Then you are so lucky." Her friend said enviously.

Someone laughed and said, "Well, George, Fred, and Jordan are really unlucky. If they knew that Angelina succeeded, they would burst into tears."

"Haha, yes."

George and the others, who were hiding in the Gryffindor dormitory, learned from the people who came back that their classmate Angelina had successfully registered.

"Oh my God! Why didn't our mother give birth to us a year earlier..."

…

Hermione was very happy when she saw that Angelina was the first person to sign up for Gryffindor: "Where are the boys at this time? Why are they all so dumb? It's best to let Angelina get the first place and give it to us girls.

To win glory, huh."

Harry: "..."

Hermione suddenly looked at the front door: "No, that ordinary woman is here."

The students of Beauxbatons School were coming in through the front door from the grounds, and among them was the silver-haired Fleur.

Those gathered around the Goblet of Fire stepped back to let them pass, watching them eagerly.

Madame Maxime followed her students into the hall and ordered them to line up.

One by one, Beauxbatons students crossed the age-testing line and threw their slips of parchment into the blue-white flames.

As each piece of paper was thrown into the fire, the flames quickly turned red and sparks shot out.

…