The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Come on, if you succeed, remember to tell us!"

"George! Fred! You are our last hope... Remember what Dumbledore said, you must actively sign up, I think this is telling us..."

On the next Saturday, the club was full of leisurely wizards, and they all sent off George and Fred, and there was a small glass bottle on the seat where the two had just left.

The aging potion contained in it was almost unchanged, because the Weasley twins only drank a drop each.

"Aren't you going to take care of it? The security officer---" Cedric leaned on Cyrus' table and asked them curiously.

"We are only responsible for your safety during the competition! Seriously....I don't want them to succeed." Cyrus stamped his Potions homework in distress, "Saving a senior person is better than saving a lower grader much easier”

If the Weasley twins succeed, then there may be many people in this Triwizard Tournament...

Triwizard Tournament?He sees it as a big fight!

"Which people have already voted?" Hermione asked Cedric. "Of course, I mean wizards who have actually turned 17."

"Me, Angelina...and Summers" Cedric wrung his fingers and counted the names of the people who had successfully put their names in, and suddenly laughed twice, "Do you know Wayne... Pfft... I'm afraid you'll only see him again in the afternoon."

It wasn't like Wayne Hopkins was gone early in the morning, along with Fawcett.

It turned out that poor Wayne was dragged by Fawcett to test the age line. They thought the same as Weasley. According to Cedric, Fawcett planned to use the Disillusionment Charm to avoid the restriction, but unfortunately...

"So why are they in the infirmary?"

"Hahaha...you...you will find out when George and Fred come back..." Cedric said darkly. He seemed to have predicted that the two would fail, but he didn't intend to Tell them both.

After a while, the door of the club was pushed open again. It was George and Fred, but they had white beards like Dumbledore's growing on their chins.

Their funny looks amused many people.

"Damn it! Beauxbaton and Durmstrang are already prepared!" The two brothers seemed to be talking in rhythm, "They are all over 17 years old!"

"That is to say, if they are lucky, there may be very few 'warriors' in Hogwarts this time...Think about it! If only Cedric is a small boy, we will be finished!"

George and Fred glanced at the proud Cedric, and were out of breath...

The two of them and Cedric are like a pair of enemies, bickering every day in the club, fighting every day in Quidditch, and fighting chess every day in the game, even so, they think in their hearts that he can indeed become a "warrior" '.

The Weasley twins brought back bad news, and Harry followed them in.

"Don't count on aging potions, it's useless! Why don't you think about how to get more warriors in Hogwarts?"

"I think Durmstrang should have the largest number..." Ron simply put Krum's halo on everyone, "Haven't you seen it? They are all as strong as a bull like"

Then he glanced at the stocky Neville, and he sighed, "It's a pity, Neville, you're not old enough."

"Guys, what wizards compare is magic! Not physique... Besides, Cedric's body is not bad..." Cyrus clapped his hands, interrupting their sad mood.

"But it is undeniable that Durmstrang's students may pay more attention to combat..." Hermione analyzed with reason, "but if magic can be used reasonably, the effect is not necessarily worse than black magic!"

But she forgot that not everyone can use magic like Cyrus.

Today was Halloween, so George and Fred simply didn't bother to go to Madam Pomfrey's. Instead, they kept their long white beards. One of them wore a gray robe, and the other wore a white robe.

George is dressed as Gandalf, while Fred is dressed as Saruman.

They firmly believed that with their outfits, they would definitely be able to get a lot of candy from Dumbledore.

"If it were me, I would never give you any candies!" Cyrus angrily criticized, "You won't get candies if you dress up as a hero on Halloween! It's not evil at all!"

"What about you? Are you evil?" George ignored him, feeling good about himself.

"Of course!" Cyrus put on a rubber mask for himself, looking like an old man with a slouched face, and dressed in black robes, "The character I dressed up is the most evil....perfect for Halloween ..."

Hermione recognized it, it seemed to be Darth Sidious.

Seeing Cyrus' appearance, Hermione unconsciously let go of his hand, which made Cyrus a little discouraged.

"It's impossible for me to hold you! If you take off the mask..." Hermione looked at the old Sith who had fallen into the dark side with contempt, "This is too weird... how about you change it back It's the original look."

"Then... wait a minute..."

Cyrus lowered his head, aggrievedly smeared a few strokes under his eyes, as if there was a circle of black eyeliner, and he messed up his blond hair, which matched Hermione's curly hair.

Now, he is Anakin who just fell to the dark side...

"Trick or treat if you don't give me candy!" He raised his wand with his left hand, raised the pumpkin basket over his head with his right hand, and said the cutest joke in Hermione's opinion, in the darkest attire.

(“Trick or Treat” refers to: fresh-cut sunflowers)

Fortunately, she held Cyrus' warm hand again under the table... At least it doesn't look so weird now.

At three or four in the afternoon, the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons who returned to the castle from the boat and carriage saw a miraculous scene:

The whole castle was dressed up in a spooky way, with bats flying around against the ceiling, and their flapping wings made the blue and white candlelight flicker slightly, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

And a group of wizards dressed up like all kinds of monsters, they carried pumpkin baskets filled with all kinds of candies... except Snape's.

This time, Cyrus happened to bump into Mr. Filch who was passing by. Not only was he not as rude as he was to others, but he hugged Mrs. Norris and touched his pockets on both sides.

"It's just some mints... maybe you can give it to Mrs. Norris passing by, or other little guys..." He looked a little respectful, as if he couldn't forget about the second grade.

When other people saw it and asked him for candies, he would lose his temper and curse again: "Do you think I will give you candies? So that you can throw things on the ground after eating?!"

Fleur and Gabriel also got a lot of candies, but they were given by passing Hogwarts students.

When they saw Beauxbaton's witch, they couldn't move their legs, and they wanted to hand them everything, but Wayne was much calmer than before.

"Ouch! Don't talk! It's a real beard!" He slapped Cyrus' curious hand away.

"It's strange that you don't look at them in a daze..." Cyrus looked at him in amazement, and couldn't help but sigh the magic of 'love'.

"What's 'love' or not 'love', my mouth was almost swollen last night... Early this morning, I was sent by Fawcett to deliver my name." Wayne rubbed his waist and said to the witch in the distance Can't arouse any interest.

Looking at his back, Cyrus didn't know why, but there was a trace of sadness in his heart...

"If you're like him, I'll be like Fawcett~" Hermione quietly whispered behind him, stretching her neck, almost biting his ear.

Heck...he'd better keep an eye on the Triwizard Tournament.

Cyrus couldn't help shivering.

Two consecutive days of banquets gave Hogwarts wizards a rare feast, but today's dinner was no different. Every wizard passing by would stare at the Goblet of Fire.

"Everyone, let's eat first! After eating...we will announce the chosen ones, and then invite the 'warriors' to enter that room." Dumbledore clapped his hands.

The banquet before the Goblet of Fire made a choice finally began.