People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 232: Aging Potion and Whitebeard

For a moment, the little wizards sitting near them pricked up their ears and glanced at them from time to time.

Afro struggled to stand up from Harry's legs, trying to act as if nothing had happened. "Not bad, keep it up."

"I'm sure she's a Veela!" A senior Gryffindor boy came to his senses and said firmly.

"Yeah. You look like an idiot when you see her!" said the witch sitting opposite him, biting her fork.

Afro smiled and exchanged glances with Hermione. It is true that those who are involved are often confused, while those who are not involved can see things more clearly.

The boy was still mumbling in confusion that he had never seen such a person in Hogwarts.

Everyone who heard this turned their eyes to Afro who was sitting in the middle.

"Okay, you'd better look up now." Afro pointed in the direction of the faculty table and lowered his head to stuff a big mouthful of Yorkshire pudding into his mouth.

The two seats next to Dumbledore were empty, and everyone was wondering who would sit there.

Then they saw Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch coming in through the small door.

"Merlin's jelly! How did they get back?" Ron said while eating white jelly and looking at the table.

Harry raised his hand to wipe the corner of Aphrodite's mouth that was accidentally rubbed by the ice cream cream, "They are here because of the Triwizard Tournament, right?"

"They are here for the opening ceremony." Hermione once again demonstrated her intelligence and know-it-allness.

"You knew that!" Ron shouted in disbelief.

"If you have read 'A History of Hogwarts', you will know that there is not only an opening ceremony, but the referee of the competition is also the school principal."

Half the people at the table turned around and looked over in surprise.

Hermione knew everyone was looking at her. "Of course. These are unreliable--"

Afro already knew what Hermione was going to say next, she tugged at Hermione's sleeve and handed her another treacle pie.

"I think the book should be renamed A Highly Prejudicial History of Hogwarts."

However, no one paid any attention to her chattering. Everyone was interested in Dumbledore and the thing covered by the black cloth behind him.

“The moment has finally arrived!”

An atmosphere of excitement and nervousness spread in the auditorium.

"The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin--" Dumbledore stood beside the magical thing with a smile, one hand on the black cloth.

"Let me introduce the two guests first..." Dumbledore introduced Bagman and Crouch to everyone and continued with a few polite words.

He lifted the black cloth to reveal a jeweled box underneath, and Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the box three times.

The lid of the box creaked open slowly, revealing a roughly carved goblet with a blue-white flame dancing inside.

"Warriors who wish to participate must write their names and school names on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet!"

Dumbledore walked around the Goblet of Fire and continued, "You will have 24 hours, and tomorrow we will select the three most representative warriors!"

"The Goblet of Fire will be placed in the foyer tonight."

Dumbledore turned around and was about to leave, as if he remembered something else, and a gleam of light flashed in his blue eyes behind his glasses.

"I'll put an age line around it. Good night, everybody."

When Fred heard that the test was just an age line, his eyes sparkled, "The aging agent will definitely fool us!"

"Surely, you can't rely on a cup to tell age?" George clapped his hands enthusiastically as they crossed the hall and walked towards the door that led to the entrance hall.

The next day, when Afro entered the hall, he saw more than twenty people gathered there, examining the Goblet of Fire carefully.

She looked around, sat on a wooden bench nearby, and watched every student who came to vote.

Fred and George came running over, swinging their cloaks, "We did it!"

"It's strange that it succeeded."

Fred and George sat on either side of Avro and put their hands on her shoulders.

"Sweetheart, how do you know it's not possible?"

"These little tricks won't fool Dumbledore." Afro pointed at the vague age line in the air.

"It's more fun, baby." Fred ruffled her hair with his big hands.

The two men clinked the crystal bottles together, raised their heads and drank it all in one gulp, but their eyes were always fixed on Afro.

The twins jump into the circle together and nothing happens.

They excitedly threw in pieces of paper with their names on them.

Just when everyone thought they had succeeded, the Goblet of Fire burst out with a violent blue light and threw the two of them out.

Fred pulled aside the cloak covering himself, revealing a big white beard on his face.