The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 203 Method and Flame

"Why do you think so?" Weiss looked at Ron with burning eyes strangely.

"Invisibility cloak!" Ron squinted at Wes, "Only this can be used without others knowing..."

"What about the age limit?" Weiss shook his head slightly.

"...He must have his way." Ron was at a loss for words, but he quickly reacted and argued: "If I want to know, then I will become a warrior!"

"...Harry will find out when he comes out and ask, don't get into a dead end." Weiss also had no choice but to say this.

"I won't wait for him! I'll wait for you to wait!" Ron shook his head violently, and followed the big team to the door, but it was obvious that he was in a bad mood and pushed the little wizards who were blocking the way. stumbling.

"What about you?" Weiss turned to look at Hermione.

"Wait." Hermione said firmly: "I don't believe that Harry will participate in private, and when Professor Dumbledore called out his name, you didn't see his expression... Speaking of which, if, I It means if! If Harry really planned to participate in private, how did he put his name into the Goblet of Fire? That's the 'age limit' that Professor Dumbledore personally carved!"

"What is the competition in the Triwizard Tournament? The level of magic power? The subtlety of the spell?" Weiss looked at Hermione and shook her head slightly without answering directly, but asked another question.

"The level of magic power? The subtlety of the spell?" Hermione tilted her head and repeated Wes's question.

"If the Triwizard Tournament is all about these things, then what is the use of the Goblet of Fire? Just hold a duel, and the one who stands at the end must be the strongest." Weiss spread his hands: "But I I believe that I will be the one standing in the end."

"Smug you!" Hermione chuckled and punched Wes.

"Facts..." Weiss was about to continue, but a voice full of ridicule sounded: "Just you?"

Weiss frowned, looked up and looked around, only Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were left in the auditorium, and they sat neatly in their positions, not a few of them.Everyone gathered together in twos and threes, Weiss didn't know who made the voice, so he smiled helplessly, and was about to continue chatting with Hermione when the voice just now rang again: "Cut, coward, who can't brag?" ah!"

"I will allow the person who spoke up to say it again." Weiss raised his left hand, and a fire dragon made of flames hovered above Weiss and Hermione's heads, roaring silently. The raging flames on his body made everyone The temperature in the auditorium rose rapidly, and then Weiss looked directly at the direction of everyone in Durmstrang: "Isn't it good to live well?"

"Kabrev!" Professor McGonagall leaned out halfway through the small door and shouted, "Keep the flames away!" Then he turned to the people in the room and said, "It's okay, it's Weiss, he won't mess around of."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Weiss nodded, looked at Durmstrang and everyone again, raised his arm, and the fire dragon rushed towards his arm, and all of them disappeared in an instant.Professor McGonagall, who saw this scene, nodded in satisfaction, and closed the door of the small room again.

"What did you just say?" Weiss scratched his head and thought.

"Speak of a duel." Hermione covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Oh, yes, if it's really more about the level of magic power and the subtlety of the spell, then just choose among the seniors in the seventh grade. I believe that there will be no little wizards in the first grade who are better than the seniors in the sixth and seventh grades. "Wess' voice was neither high nor low, and he didn't care about the whispers of other little wizards.

"But Professor Dumbledore didn't. The reason is that we are wizards." Weiss pointed to his head: "Remember what Professor Kettleburn said? The most powerful thing about wizards is not spells, magic power, but wisdom .”

"Little devil, that's really good. I really want to know that Professor Kettleburn!" The door was opened, and Moody walked out first, and immediately praised Wei's words.

"Thank you, but Professor Kettleburn probably won't remember." Weiss said regretfully.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity... Lockhart, isn't it?" Moody shook his head and limped away.

"Professor Moody, where are the others?" Weiss couldn't help but shouted when he saw that there was no second person coming out of the small door.

"They're still discussing the content of the Triwizard Tournament!" Moody didn't look back, shaking his arm and shouted: "There's still a while! If you want to wait, just wait!"

"Okay, let's continue." Weiss pouted and looked at Hermione again: "Back to the first question, 'age limit'?"

"Yes, but the aging agent obviously won't work!" Hermione gesticulated on her chin: "The president will grow a beard!"

"I heard that Harry and the Quidditch players have a good relationship?" Weiss raised his eyebrows: "It should be okay to find someone to help him or her, right?"

"But this is a campaign for the Warriors! There is only one college! They won't be happy!" Hermione shook her head, expressing her disapproval of this method.

"Harry has a gold Galleon in the vault." Weiss said meaningfully: "Well, since you don't agree with this method, then change it. I took a look at Hagrid's place in the morning. It’s not that big, the first spell a little wizard in the first grade learns is the levitation spell, it’s just a flimsy piece of paper.”

"Impossible! Professor Dumbledore won't forget to think about this!" Hermione continued shaking her head.

"Find a small stone, wrap it in paper, and throw it in." Weiss spread his hands: "Try it 100 times, and it will always succeed once."

"Well, there are no gravels on the ground!" Hermione recalled and said.

"A larger piece of bark, hold it up high, and put it in from one end." Weiss raised his forehead and said another method casually.

"But there are so many people..." Hermione struggled again.

"Okay." Weiss shrugged and said: "It's really not possible, take something to knock out the Goblet of Fire, and then put it in."

"There is a high platform! How is that possible!" Hermione immediately denied.

"...Miss Granger, what I'm talking about is just a way to break through that circle! Do you need to be so serious?" Weiss was completely helpless.

"Okay, that might indeed be Harry..." Hermione said with a confused look on her face, "but when is he..."

"Not Harry." Weiss said with certainty.

"Why? Obviously he has a way..." Hermione was puzzled by Wes's affirmative tone.

"The blue-white flame, if I'm not mistaken, should be the flame of the phoenix." Weiss described it and said, "It's not Professor Dumbledore's Phoenix Fox."

"Eh? Phoenix? What's that?" Hermione looked at the place where the Goblet of Fire was originally placed with a confused expression, as if she could still see the blue-white flame.

"Let's not talk about the ugly wooden cup, but the flame. Simply put, it has a high magical power. If Harry really managed to put it in by himself, there will only be three people participating in the competition. Because they represent the three colleges." Seeing Hermione's still confused expression, Weiss thought for a while and said, "It's like the skin of a troll, ordinary magic can't harm it."

"That is to say..." Hermione frowned, thinking about what Weiss said: "Someone used special magic to confuse the Goblet of Fire, and then let Harry enter the competition?"

"Yes, let him alone represent a college." Weiss nodded: "A college with only Harry Potter, and he was the only one who voted for the name, so the Goblet of Fire chose Harry. "

"Very beautiful inference, Serena Wes." Dumbledore's voice sounded at this moment, and Wes looked up only to find that the small door had already been opened, and the professors had been standing on the stage for an unknown amount of time: "It's a pity that Batty and Ludo didn't hear that."

"The phoenix flame? Kid, you can't tell me that the legendary flame is here, and it just went out." Karkaroff said in a strange way.

"Oh, Mr. Karkaroff, may I ask if you really turned it off?" Weiss saluted Karkaroff and said respectfully.

"Of course, it went out in front of us! Kid, didn't you see it?" Karkaroff said disdainfully.

"Oh, so, how did it burn?" Weiss continued respectfully.

"Why do I..." Karkaroff paused as soon as he spoke, and looked at Weiss in disgust with a frown.

"I can't blame you. After all, Durmstrang hasn't obtained the Goblet of Fire for a long time." Weiss pretended to shake his head regretfully, and immediately asked without waiting for Karkaroff's attack: "Madame Maxime , when the flame of the Goblet of Fire ignites again, don't you just need to input magic power into the Goblet of Fire?"

"...Yes." Madam Maxim thought for a few seconds and immediately responded, then glanced at Karkaroff triumphantly: "Beauxbaton once lit it."

"Mr. Karkaroff, the flame of the phoenix is ​​immortal." Weiss looked at Karkaroff with an expression that I understand if you have never seen the world: "There is a reason for the so-called 'immortality'. "

"...Let's go, Krum!" Karkaroff twitched his eyebrows violently, and quickly left the auditorium with all the Durmstrang wizards.

"Principal Dumbledore, your students are always so surprising." Madam Maxime smiled at Dumbledore.

"Thank you for the compliment, Madame Maxime." Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"Let's go too." Madam Maxime said standing in front of the wizards of Beauxbaton.

"Yes, ma'am." Wizard Beauxbatons replied in unison.

"Little Wes, what are you staying for?" After all the non-Hogwarts wizards left, Dumbledore's eyes fell on Wes and Hermione again.

"It turned out to be something, but I'm afraid it's all right now." Weiss looked at Harry behind the professors and shrugged.

"You believe it's not me?" There was surprise in Harry's eyes, although the man was still sound asleep when he was most embarrassed.

"Otherwise." Weiss gave Harry a blank look, "It's as if you can beat Cedric one-on-one."

"Haha, maybe Potter can beat me." Cedric laughed loudly, patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "I thought it was you too, but I believe Wes!"

"Thank you!" Harry said gratefully.

"Professors, then I will go back first." Cedric mainly looked at his dean, Professor Sprout.

"Go, concentrate on the game!" Professor Sprout smiled gently at Cedric: "You are the representative of Hogwarts!"

"You are also a representative, a representative of an unknown academy." Weiss also imitated Professor Sprout's tone, patting Harry who had already walked beside them and said.

"Ah..." Harry sighed, looking extremely melancholy.

"Sigh, didn't Sirius also let you participate in the competition?" Weiss patted Harry and said, "Just as he wants."

"But I just wrote yesterday to tell him I can't go." Harry sighed again.

"Let's write another one, and besides..." Weiss looked up at the professors, and said loudly: "Professors, we are going back too."

"Go." Dumbledore nodded, watching them leave.

"Albus..." As soon as Weiss left, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout came over, both of them frowned.

"Hush," Dumbledore gestured with his index finger, and then said loudly, "Serena Weiss, what else is there?"

"Well, what is that magic?" Weiss' head stuck out from the door.

"Confusion Curse." Dumbledore said lightly, "Is it hard to hold your breath?"

"Do not."

"Little Weiss, do you have any questions?"

"It's not you, is it? After all, the fish in the shadows can only be caught by placing the bait in the brightest place."

"I found Alastor myself."

"I'm leaving?"

"It's not Serena Weiss, is it?"

"Then you shouldn't be able to see me tonight... Or, do you think it's correct if you can't see me tonight?"

"Go back and have a good rest. The Triwizard Tournament is very interesting."

"Professor Moody and I will be very much looking forward to it."

...the Gryffindor lounge...

"It's really noisy..." Weiss just walked into the lounge from the corridor, and his ears hurt from the cheers.

Weiss looked at Harry surrounded by everyone, shook his head helplessly, turned and walked back to the dormitory.

"Crookshanks, help me with something tomorrow." Weiss picked up Crookshanks on his bed, looked into its big eyes and said.

(End of this chapter)