At the dinner table Draco was still very interested in the representative of the Ravenclaw side, a beautiful and colorful woman.
"The representative of Beauxbatons is a woman.
Although there are not many conceptual differences between genders in the magical world, girls will still be at a slight disadvantage in competitive activities, not to mention this extremely dangerous Triwizard Competition.
"Draco looked at Fleur with some surprise.
It would be really heartbreaking if such a beautiful girl was injured because of a dangerous event like the Triwizard Tournament.
Krum smiled understandingly, "Don't be deceived by her appearance.
According to the information collected by our principal, this senior, even in the whole of Europe, there are very few people of her age who can defeat her in a head-on duel." of."
When the golden plates were scrubbed fresh, Dumbledore stood up again.
A mood of excitement and nervousness seemed to pervade the auditorium.
"The moment has finally arrived."
Dumbledore said, smiling at the depressed faces.
"The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin.
I want to explain a few words first."
"Mr.
Crouch and Mr.
Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific events for this year's Warriors competition."
Dumbledore said as Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him.
"They also made many necessary arrangements for each project.
There are three projects in total, which are carried out at different times throughout the school year.
They will test the warriors in many different aspects, test their talents in magic, their courage and their Reasoning skills, of course, and their ability to overcome danger.”
Sherlock looked at the box in front of Dumbledore quietly.
The thing inside the box was probably the Goblet of Fire used to select warriors.
Because Sherlock had Obscurus in his body, he was particularly sensitive to the magic fluctuations on some items.
Sherlock can clearly feel the magic fluctuations coming from it, or a powerful wizard should be able to feel it more or less, but it is impossible to be as clear as Sherlock.
"The three projects are the same as before.
If nothing unexpected happens, the interval between each project is probably about half a month.
This will give the warriors enough preparation time.
Of course, internal cheating and secret operations between schools, It may happen again and again in this half month, even the World Cup cannot avoid it, and competitions like the Triwizard Competition are naturally inevitable," Dandney said casually, looking away from the teacher's chair.
Kirk looked thoughtfully at the two principals Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, "The home field is Hogwarts.
Even if there are so-called black boxes and biases, the advantage should still be the warriors of our school.
Regarding these behind-the-scenes methods, , is actually everyone’s unspoken rule, so naturally there is nothing to theorize about.”
This time Sherlock quite agreed with what they said.
After all, in the original book, when Harry challenged the three events of the Triwizard Tournament, he often received deliberate reminders and help from others.
Among them, the fake Moody's has contributed the most.
Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box in front of him three times.
The lid slowly creaked open.
Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet.
The cup itself was unremarkable at all, but it was filled with dancing blue-white flames.
Dumbledore closed the box and placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the Great Hall could clearly see it.
"Every student who wants to be a warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet."
Dumbledore said, "Those who are aspiring to become warriors can do so on the twenty-fourth day.
Sign up within the hour.
Tomorrow night, which is Halloween night, the Goblet will select the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools.
Tonight, the Goblet will be placed in the foyer.
Anyone who is willing to participate in the election All students can access it.”
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"In order to avoid students who are not old enough to withstand the torment."
Dumbledore said, "After the goblet is placed in the hall, I will draw an age line around it.
No one under the age of seventeen can cross this line. ” At the same time, Dumbledore added, "Of course, if you have the ability to crack this age limit and put your name in, then of course, if you are not old enough to put your name in, then forget it."
The corners of Sherlock's mouth formed a perfect arc, and his blue pupils showed a hint of smile.
According to Dumbledore's attitude of making sure the best of his actions, it is estimated that the existence of this age line is enough to isolate those who are not old enough and want to take advantage of others. .
"Can the age-enhancing agent help you swim?
Maybe drinking some age-enhancing agent can hide this broken age line."
Lu Bo speculated.
If possible, he would like to give it a try, but he wouldn't choose it anyway. , there’s no harm in giving it a try.
"What do you think a bottle of simple potion will do based on the restrictions set by Dumbledore himself?
If you can't find out where the critical point of the limit is, I'm afraid no student who doesn't meet the age limit will be able to pass."
Ke Ke shrugged meaninglessly, indicating that Lu Bo was a little whimsical.
But there is a chance anyway.
If there is a chance, it will not be able to stop the enthusiasm of this group of young wizards who are not old enough for a long time.
They are chattering and discussing how to put names beyond the age line.
"Otherwise, just throw it in."
Slytherin, who had been thinking about it for a long time but had no good solution, got angry and thought about just throwing the paper into a paper airplane.
Dumbledore continued to talk about some rules about the competition, and then announced the disbandment.
The Beauxbatons students seemed to have moved into Ravenclaw, while Durmstrang returned to his huge ship.
There was no conversation all night.
The next day was Saturday.
When Sherlock and others arrived from the Slytherin lounge to the foyer, there were already more than twenty people gathered there.
Some of them were still eating bread.
They were all looking carefully.
Holding the Goblet of Fire.
The cup was placed in the center of the foyer, on the stool where the Sorting Hat usually rested.
A thin line of gold was drawn on the floor, ten feet long on each side, surrounding the cup.
Sherlock casually looked at the golden thread around the Goblet of Fire, and folded his hands in front of his chest casually.
It was indeed difficult to decipher the age line created by Dumbledore, but Sherlock still found a way, but he did not intend to vote his name.
Go in, participate in some kind of Triwizard Tournament, why are you doing this?
Just stay in the stands and watch those warriors compete.
It's quite interesting.
There was a burst of laughter from behind, and Fred, George and Li Jordan were seen hurriedly walking down the stairs, all three of them looking extremely excited.
"It's done."
Fred whispered to Harry, Ron and Hermione in a proud tone.
"Just drink it."
"What" Ron asked.
"Age-enhancing drugs, you idiot," Fred said.
The three of them stood in front of the Goblet of Fire with great ambition.
George shouted proudly and jumped forward after Fred.
However, a hissing sound was heard immediately, and a pair of twins were thrown outside the golden circle, as if there were It was as if an invisible shot putter had thrown them.
They fell painfully to the cold stone floor ten feet away, and suffered excruciating pain and humiliation.
With a loud popping sound, identical long white beards sprouted from the chins of the two men.
There was a burst of laughter in the hall, and Sherlock shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked out of the hall.
"Mr.
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Sherlock, where are you going?"
Lupo chased after Sherlock in confusion as he watched Sherlock leave.
"Go back, why are you still here?"
Sherlock asked.
"Don't you sign up?
I mean throw your name into the Goblet of Fire."
Dandney also followed up and asked Sherlock.
"No, I have no interest in this competition, and besides, it means nothing.
If I participate in the Triwizard Tournament, I feel it is a complete waste of my time, and it is impossible for the Triwizard Tournament to bring me any benefits.
To attract.”
Sherlock's words had a huge impact on Lupo and others.
Unexpectedly, Sherlock, who had the best chance of winning, had no intention of participating at all.
This made him very excited about the Triwizard Tournament and wanted to Some of the little wizards who saw Sherlock showing off his strength in the competition suddenly felt a sense of loss.
And this sense of loss is still very deep, making them very uncomfortable.
"Well, as your dean, I can't pretend that I can't hear what you just said."
Snape walked over from a corner, and Sherlock was stunned.
"Professor Snape, do you want to persuade me to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"
Sherlock asked.
Snape curled his lips.
When Dumbledore asked students who were seventeen years old or above to participate at the beginning of this semester, Snape stood up and refuted it.
At that time, the biggest problem in his heart was The only thing he relies on is a student like Sherlock, who is less than seventeen years old but very powerful.
Now if Sherlock didn't go to participate, wouldn't he be nakedly exposing Snape's face to others to laugh at.
Besides, besides Sherlock, Snape really couldn't think of any other junior students who could have the ability to crack Dumbledore's age line.
He pulled out a piece of parchment from his robe and asked Femia to find him a quill.
"Sherlock Mephisto, Hogwarts School."
After Snape wrote on the parchment, he handed it directly to Sherlock's hand.
Now put your piece of parchment with your name and school name on it into the Goblet of Fire, and that's it.
Sherlock held the parchment with his name on it and said to Snape, "I object.
I do not intend to participate of my own will."
"Objection rejected, I am your Head of House, you must participate."
Snape waved his hand, and then Sherlock was dragged to the front of the Goblet of Fire by a group of noisy Slytherin snakes.
At this time, the originally lively hall suddenly became quiet.
People all around watched with bated breath as the famous Prince of Curses also signed up to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.
Everyone wants to see how Sherlock deciphers Dumbledore's age line.
Sherlock sighed helplessly, looked at the excited eyes of the people around him, and casually snapped his fingers in front of the age line.
The line turned from gold to blue in an instant, and Sherlock walked in easily.
Then he threw the parchment in, and when it came out, he snapped his fingers again, and the age line changed from blue to gold again.
No one else understood it.
It seemed that the age line acted as a color change when Sherlock entered.
At this time, among the crowd, there was a seventh-grade Hufflepuff student who originally planned to go in and register.
After seeing that Sherlock had successfully registered, Cedric stuffed his list into his clothes and quietly left. , since Sherlock has already signed up, then he must be the warrior of Hogwarts, and there is no need for him to sign up again.
Lupo and Femia gathered next to Sherlock who was walking out and asked curiously, "What did you do, Mr.
Sherlock?"
"It's nothing but confusing the function of the age line, so that it changes from the function of rejecting those under seventeen years old to the function of those who are over seventeen years old.
In other words, if the age line turns blue just now, I If a senior student over the age of seventeen enters and registers at the same time, the age line will eject him. " Kirk explained, "What Mr.
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Sherlock means is that the age line has just changed from rejecting students under the age of seventeen to accepting students under the age of seventeen and rejecting students over the age of seventeen."
Everyone nodded, indicating that they understood, but no matter what, Sherlock successfully signed up, it was a good thing.
They all felt that a big stone in their hearts fell to the ground, and after Sherlock became a warrior, they would be able to watch How did Sherlock show his strength during the game and completely defeat the warriors from the other two schools.
As the evening approaches, a strange atmosphere lingers in the castle.
Tonight, the warriors of the three major schools will be born under the spotlight, representing their respective schools in a competition related to honor.
No matter which school, the three wizards compete for hegemony.
The title of champion was inevitable.
Of course, this was before I knew Sherlock had also signed up.
Therefore, as a warrior, you must naturally have the confidence and responsibility to win.
The name of a warrior is not only a personal battle of honor and disgrace, but also a magical contest between three schools.
Therefore, it seems to be infinitely beautiful, but in fact it is as heavy as a mountain.
When Sherlock and his party came back and entered the auditorium, it was almost full of people.
The Goblet of Fire has been moved.
It now stood in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff table.
The Halloween dinner went smoothly, but obviously many students had already put aside the delicacies on the table.
Talking about the warriors who were about to be born was the hottest topic today.
Dumbledore didn't care at all about the whispers at the student table.
He didn't care at all, with a gentle smile on his kind face.
"Snape, judging from your appearance, you are sure of your place as a warrior this time.
Don't worry.
Your protégé, Sherlock, has no interest in this Triwizard Tournament at all."
Professor Sprout's face With a kind smile, he smiled at Snape sitting next to him.
"He was not interested at first, but as an outstanding student who can represent our school, I will not allow him to be so lazy.
Although I can't teach him much else based on his talent, I hope to teach him how to get honors. and the belief in hard work.”
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