94 Diagon Alley

    The man was wearing a different kind of fur: silvery white, soft and smooth, much like his hair.

    Then the boys at Hogwarts went crazy over that star - Viktor Klum. They fumbled in their pockets, expecting an autograph from him.

    Including Katie, but she wants two. "I have to get an autograph for myself and Oliver." She also squeezed Gwen's arm tightly, "If he will only give one, Gwen, please pretend that you are interested in him, Help me get another one."

    Victor Krum and his Durmstrang alumni have taken their seats at the Slytherin table. Gwen could see that Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were elated. She saw Malfoy leaning over to talk to Krum.

    "Ah, yes, Malfoy is fawning on him." Ron said sharply, "I bet Krum knew what he was at a glance...I dare say Krum Wherever he goes, he is courting and flattering... You say, where will they sleep? We can provide him with a bed in our dorm, Harry... I'm willing to give him my bed, I'll sleep On the camp bed."

    Gwen watched the gorgeous appearances of the two schools and felt that they must have been rehearsing for this appearance for a long time. Hogwarts is so unpretentious by comparison... Then she said to the twins, who were still smirking at Krum, "Whoever you are chosen, promise me, don't embarrass Hogwarts, okay? "

    Fred and George finally got back to normal and said together cheerfully, "Of course, ma'am." Fred added, "Thank you for believing we can be warriors."

    Then they saw the Beauxbaton girl come to the long table in Gryffindor. She finally took off the scarf. A long waterfall of silver hair fell to her waist. She has big blue eyes and straight white teeth. The boys on the table were stunned, opening their mouths, as if their throats were stuck.

    Gwen rose up in a nameless fire, leaned over to block George's view, and asked Katie for a portion of pumpkin juice that she had on hand.

    "She's a veela!" Gwen heard Ron hoarse to Harry.

    "Surely not!" said Hermione sharply, "I don't see anyone staring at her like an idiot!"

    Gwen wanted to tell her that there were two big fools here too.

    "When you all look back," Hermione said bluntly, "you can see who came in just now."

    She pointed to the staff desk. The two seats that had been vacant had just been filled. Ludo Bagman sat on the other side of Professor Karkaroff, and Mr. Crouch, Percy's immediate superior, sat next to Mrs. Maxime.

    Gwen noticed that the twins were staring at the staff desk badly, although she didn't understand why.

    "The time has finally come," said Dumbledore, smiling at the wide-eyed faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. Bring in the box - I'm going to explain our programme of events for the school year. But first, allow me to introduce two guests, as there are still people who don't know them, Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic, "—there was a sparse applause in the auditorium—"this is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Sports and Exercise at the Ministry of Magic."

    The applause for Bagman was much louder than for Mr. Crouch, perhaps because of his lesser reputation as a hitter, perhaps just because he looked so much kinder . He waved his hand happily in thanks. When Barty Crouch's name was just introduced, Crouch neither smiled nor waved.

    "Mr. Crouch looks like an old-fashioned and serious dean. Mr. Bagman is much better. You should have seen him at the World Cup, right?" Gwen asked the man beside him. Two big boys.

    "That's right," Fred said through gritted teeth.

    Got it. Gwen thought. The boy's mind is so easy to guess. She poked George's arm, "When you're done registering, let's talk about Bagman and your little secret."

    "Oh." George replied absently, "Huh?" He seemed startled. But by this time Gwen was already sitting in his clothes and listening carefully to the principal's announcement of the rules.

    "Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "and they will , together with Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, to form a jury to judge the efforts of the warriors."

    "Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have scrutinized the specifics of this year's Warriors game," Dumbledore said - as Filch carefully placed the box on his On the table in front of them, "They also made many necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects in total, each at different times throughout the school year, and they will test the warriors in many different ways...test their talents in magic. —their guts and their reasoning abilities —and, of course, their ability to overcome danger.”

    "You already know that there will be three warriors competing," Dumbledore continued quietly, "representing one participating school. We will give them to them according to the quality of their completion of each event. Scoring, the Warriors with the most points at the end of the three events will win the Triple-A. The Warriors are selected by an impartial selector, and it's the Goblet of Fire."

    Speaking of which, Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped three times on the lid of the box. The lid creaked open slowly. Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, rough-hewn wooden goblet. The cup itself was inconspicuous, but it was full of bluish-white flames throbbing inside.

    "Every student who wants to run for the Warriors must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," said Dumbledore. " Aspiring Warriors can sign up within twenty-four hours. Tomorrow night, Halloween night, Goblet will choose the names of three students it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, Goblet will be Put it in the foyer, and it will be accessible to all students who are willing to run for office."

    "In order to avoid the temptation of underage students," said Dumbledore, "after the goblet is in the hall, I will draw an age line around it. A one-year-old cannot cross that line."

    "Age Boundaries!" said Fred Weasley, eyes gleaming, "That's easy, sure you can be fooled by ageing agents, isn't it? Just your name Get in that cup and laugh—it can't tell who's seventeen and who's less than seventeen!" At this point, the students all walked through the auditorium toward the two doors that led to the foyer.

    "Come on, Gwen." Fred pushed George and Gwen, "We have to go see that pot of potion."

    The next day is Saturday. Generally speaking, students go to breakfast very late. However, Gwen was not alone in waking up much earlier than usual on weekends. When she and Katie went downstairs into the foyer, they saw more than two dozen people around, a few still eating bread, and they were all looking at the Goblet of Fire. The cup was placed in the middle of the hall, on the stool where the Sorting Hat was accustomed to. A thin gold line, ten feet long on each side, was drawn on the floor, enclosing the cup in the middle.

    "Did anyone put the name in?" Ron asked eagerly a third-year girl.

    "Yes, all Durmstrang representatives," she replied, "but I haven't seen anyone sign up at Hogwarts."

    Someone behind Harry laughed. When he looked back, he saw Fred and George hurried down the stairs, both of them looking extremely excited.

    "It's done," Fred whispered to Harry, Ron, and Hermione in a triumphant tone.

    "What?" Ron asked.

    "Aging agent, idiot," Fred said.

    He and George took out a small crystal bottle each. "Each of them drinks a drop," George said, rubbing his hands happily, "We only need to grow up for a few more months."

    "Done!"

    "Done!"

    After all, the two exchanged a glass of wine with a potion bottle, and their appearance did not seem to have changed, perhaps their hair had grown a little longer.

    "Are you ready?" Fred said to his brother, trembling with excitement, "then, come on—into—"

    The twins took a piece of parchment from their pockets that read "Fred Weasley - Hogwarts" "George Weasley - Hogwarts" typeface. Go straight to the edge of the age line and stand there, rocking on tiptoe, like a diver preparing to jump off a fifty-foot platform. Then, under the gaze of every pair of eyes in the hall, they took a deep breath and crossed the line.

    "Fantastic!" The two people in the circle and the students outside the circle applauded and cheered. The twins threw the note into the Goblet of Fire.

    But then a hissing sound was heard, and the twins were thrown outside the golden circle, as if an invisible shot putter had thrown them out. They fell in pain on the cold stone ground ten feet away, and they were humiliated beyond the physical pain. With a loud crack, the same long white beards emerged from their chins.

    The people in the hall burst into laughter. Even when Fred and George got up and saw each other's white beards, they couldn't help it haha