I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

The Weasley twins' protests had no effect, it was them that Dumbledore was guarding against.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore can't claim to know all his classmates, but at least he knows a lot about the prickly ones like the Weasley twins, but he just doesn't bother to care about them.

To put it in a less elegant way, as soon as the Weasley twins raised their tails, Dumbledore knew exactly what shape they were going to make.

Lao Deng is a battle-hardened old fox, and the tricks of these two young foxes are all leftover from his old days.

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the election to note that this competition is not a child's play. Do not participate rashly. Once the warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must persist in the competition to the end." Lido said, looking at the Weasley twins with that meaningful look again, which seemed to be a hint and a warning.

He paused for a moment and then continued: "Whoever puts his name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be observed. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. Therefore, please think twice. OK, make sure you really want to compete, put your name in the cup - well, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night everyone."

After finishing speaking, Principal Dumbledore left the guest seat.

"Age limit!" Fred said, his eyes sparkling, "That's easy to handle, you can definitely be fooled by the age-enhancing agent, right? As long as your name enters that weird cup, you will Just have fun - I don’t think that stupid cup can tell who is over seventeen and who is under seventeen!"

As he spoke, he crooked Louis with his elbow: "What do you think, Louis, you must really want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, right? Listen to me, use age-enhancing agents..."

"Why use age-enhancing agents?" Louis spread his hands, picked up a piece of paper from the table, rolled it into a ball, and threw the ball of paper into the trash can from a distance of seven or eight meters.

He spread his hands and said with a smile: "Look, as long as your thoughts don't slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties."

"The two of us don't have such good skills." The twins said in unison, "So we can only choose to use age-increasing agents..."

Lewis didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand and used the floating spell to control the remaining piece of paper, and it flew into the wastepaper basket.

"I have more than a dozen methods, do you want to learn them?" Louis stretched out his hand and made a classic Professor Wenger's dominating gesture.

"This is impossible, Louis!" Hermione whispered to the side: "Dumbledore will definitely think of this, there must be something around to prevent the curse!"

"That's easier." Louis looked around, pointed at a seventh-grade classmate and said, "Think about it, what would happen if I asked her to help throw my name into the Goblet of Fire?"

The twins and trio looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Louis stretched out his right hand to make a spread-like gesture, and said in an ironic tone: "The situation is open, brothers, there are many loopholes in the rules, and the age-increasing agent is the most unreliable one - if the floating spell cannot pass, Then the age-enhancing agent will be even less able to cheat that line.”

"That's the truth." George thought about it carefully and agreed with Louis' words: "Then we will listen to you and try every method once!"

His eyes were burning with eagerness to try. Harry on the other side also looked longingly, drooling. He was probably imagining the glorious scene of winning the Triwizard Trophy, right?

When he walked out, he happened to bump into Karkaroff. Harry stopped very politely and let Karkaroff go first.

"Thank you." Karkaroff thanked him casually and glanced at Harry.

As a result, he froze immediately. He turned his head back to Harry and stared at him, as if he didn't believe his eyes. Durmstrang's classmates also stopped.

They saw the dull look on their principal's face, so they looked along and happened to see the scar on Harry's forehead.

"That's right! That's Harry Potter!" came an angry voice from behind them.

Karkaroff turned around suddenly, just in time to see the limping Mad-Eye Moody striding over. The eye that was rolling around did not move at this time, but stared directly at Karkaroff. Karloff.

Everyone saw that Karkaroff's face showed a mixture of anger and fear, which had to be said to be extremely complicated.

"It's you!" Karkaroff looked at Moody blankly, as if he didn't believe he really saw him.

"It's me." Moody's face was gloomy. "If you have anything to say to Potter, hurry up. You've already blocked the exit of the auditorium. Damn it..."

Moody was right, there were nearly twenty members of Durmstrang's group, and they were blocking the door, making it impossible for others to squeeze out. In addition, Moody's voice here was a little too loud, and the students behind him were scrambling to stand on tiptoe to see what was going on in front.

It is human nature to watch the excitement, and curiosity is also one of the essences of human beings.

Karkaroff said nothing more. He took a deep look at Moody and walked away with the students.

Louis noticed "Moody's" expression. His eyes were fixed directly on Karkaroff, and his face also showed an expression of extreme disgust.

On the one hand, Barty Jr. wants to maintain Moody's character. On the other hand, as a loyal supporter of Voldemort, he is most disgusted with the slick and double-dealing Karkaroff, and Lucius Malfoy - but He was not a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this semester, so he had no position to teach Draco a lesson, nor could he turn him into a stoat and wander around.

Early the next morning, Louis accompanied Catherine to the auditorium. Even though today is Saturday, it did not stop the students from wanting to watch the fun.

Catherine's appearance attracted the attention of all the students in the auditorium. She held a piece of parchment in her hand, looked around proudly at the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang contestants, and gracefully crossed the age line. He stepped forward and threw the parchment with his name on it into the Goblet of Fire.

The flame in the cup rolled slightly and accepted Catherine's letter.

Although they are from the same class as the Weasley twins, since Catherine was born in the second half of the year, she is one year older than the two of them, so she is naturally eligible to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

In other words, she was twelve years old when she entered school, and now she is seventeen years old.

After Catherine returned to sit down next to Louis, the Gryffindors also made their debut.

The Weasley twins were happily crowding around their friend Lee Jordan, muttering about what they had drunk. When passing by Louis, the two of them laughed: "It's done! We each drank a drop of the age-enhancing agent, and we just drank it."

Louis shook his head, thinking that these two fools really could eat a hundred beans without feeling fishy: "How does it taste?"

The three of them looked at each other and said in unison: "Not salty, not bland, it's really good!"

Good guys, you three were all taught by the same master, right? Wearing a master?

"I'm sure Dumbledore must have considered this a long time ago. Oh my god... have you ever thought about the punishment if you don't succeed?" Hermione reminded the three of them in a low voice behind her.

But the three of them were already on top now and couldn't listen to Hermione's words at all.

"Are you ready?" Fred was shaking with excitement.

"Are you ready?" Lee Jordan repeated, but was slapped on the back by Fred.

"Don't imitate me!" Fred rolled his eyes at him and said to the two of them, "Then, come on - I'll go in first!"

Fred took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, with the words "Fred Weasley, Hogwarts" written on it.

He walked right to the edge of the age line and stood there, swaying on his tiptoes like a diver preparing to jump from a fifty-foot platform. Then, with every eye in the auditorium watching, he took a deep breath and crossed the line.

Almost for a moment, everyone thought Fred had succeeded, and George must have thought so too. He shouted triumphantly and jumped forward after Fred.

However, if nothing else happens, something will happen.

Then there was a strange hissing sound, and the twins were thrown outside with a grunt, as if an invisible hand had thrown them out.

You said that if your invisible hand doesn't control the economy at a macro level, why should you control the two little wizards?

As Hermione expected, when the two fell to the ground, their chins made a loud snapping sound, and then identical long white beards sprouted from their chins.

Lewis looked at the funny twins and remembered a very sharp sentence.

This is the only time the twins see each other grow old.

Everyone in the auditorium burst into laughter, even Fred and George, who pointed at each other's white beards and laughed uncontrollably.

"I warned you." A deep voice said, and the tone was a bit overjoyed. Everyone turned their heads and saw Professor Dumbledore walking this way. He looked at Fred and George with a twinkle in his eye, "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing. She is already taking care of Miss Fawcett and Hutch in Ravenclaw. Mr. Summers of Patch - they both have the same idea as you, but I need to make it clear that your white beard is far more beautiful than the two of them."

Fred and George set off for the hospital, accompanied by Lee Jordan, who was grinning like Crayon Shin-Chan. The same goes for the people in the auditorium, laughing non-stop while chatting about the funny and interesting twins just now.

Louis took a table knife and cut a piece of roasted tomato from Catherine's plate, picked it up with a fork, brought it to her mouth, and said to her with a smile: "I told them both a long time ago, but it's a pity that they didn't believe me. Look. ...Did you suffer a loss?"

Catherine hummed, stretched her neck and took a bite of the tomato.

"Is it delicious?" Louis asked in a low voice.

"Not bad." Catherine smiled slightly.

"Shouldn't it be particularly delicious? It contains the taste of my love..." Louis chuckled.

Catherine rolled her eyes, her eyes full of charm.

Even though they were an old couple, Louis was still shocked by this look.

There was another burst of cheers from the hall. Louis looked up and saw that it was Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson, the powerful Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She had a very cheerful grin. With a smile, he strode to the edge of Gryffindor's seat, sat down and said, "Oh, I did it - I successfully put my name in!"

"Are you seventeen?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"It goes without saying that you didn't even see her growing a beard," Ron said immediately.

Angelina smiled and said leisurely: "My birthday was last week."

"Hey, I'm so happy that someone from Gryffindor is finally participating!" Hermione said happily, "I really hope you can be chosen, Angelina!"

Angelina smiled at Hermione and said, "Thank you for supporting me, Hermione."

"Yeah, I'd rather it be you than that butter boy Diggory." Seamus Finnigan said loudly, causing several Hufflepuff students to glare at him.

Lewis pursed his lips and resisted the urge to laugh. He asked Catherine: "How sure are you of being chosen? It seems that there are many competitors for Hogwarts."

"It must be me." Catherine said without hesitation. She narrowed her slender eyes and glanced at Angelina and Cedric Diggory, who was chatting and laughing with his classmates not far away.

Cedric is considered a winner in life. Not only is he handsome, he studies well, and there are beauties admiring him - Zhang Qiu's eyes are almost glued to him, as if he is a magnet. Zhang Qiu’s eyes.

"Jianghu is a young man with thin clothes and a beautiful woman by his side. Tsk tsk. It's no wonder that Harry is envious of him." Louis' voice was small, but his tsk-tsk was loud.

Catherine raised her head and rolled her eyes at him, humming and asking: "Humph, are you envious too?"

"Why do I envy him?" Lewis shook his head, "Aren't you much prettier than that Zhang Qiu? I just like cold beauties like you."

"You can talk more." Catherine put down her knife and fork, leaned on the table with both hands, and looked at Louis with a smile on her face.

Louis coughed, stood up and whispered in Catherine's ear, "I just like the contrast between your cold and beautiful flower of the high mountain when you beg politely..."

Catherine was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Louis to be so...so excessive. Her slender fingers pointed at Louis tremblingly, her face was red, and she couldn't find the words suitable for this situation for a long time.

"Bastard little deer!" She gave Louis a vicious look.