Vol 2 Chapter 378: Make up (modified, sincere thanks to Ksg, Silver Alliance...

The little wizards watched Ellen eagerly. Because Ellen cast a spell silently, they didn’t know what method Ellen used to break through the age limit. In front of the three principals, they threw the parchment paper into the goblet of fire. .
The entire auditorium was covered by the whispered discussions of the students. Allen could break through the age limit, maybe they could too, as long as they figure out the method...
"You see, it's not just that other wizards who are old enough can cast on their behalf, but the powerful confusion spell can also do it." Alan, with his hands on his back, glanced at Karkaroff.
"Dumbledore, what do you think?" Karkaroff's voice looked very smooth again, but his smile had completely disappeared.
"It's a genius idea, very talented. We underestimated these students, this is our negligence." Dumbledore admired.
"Don't follow the rules and try your best to achieve the goal. Is this the quality that the Hogwarts wizards want to develop, Dumbledore? But there is no doubt that you have your own considerations." Karkaroff's The corners of his mouth twitched, showing a far-fetched smile.
"Mr. Karkaroff, are you afraid that the upper grades of Durmstrand School of Witchcraft and Wizardry are not better than the lower grades of Hogwarts?" Allen's eyes fixed on Karkaroff, "I I am considering whether to accept the interview with the Daily Prophet. If I accept, how can I answer them on this matter?"
Karkaroff was exposed, frowning tightly. He ignored Alan's question a little angrily, and instead looked at Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, what do you do?"
Dumbledore drew his wand and pointed it at the goblet of fire. A blue light flashed quickly. The blue flame in the goblet rose up and fell back again.
"Now, everyone can only vote for themselves. As for the powerful obfuscation spell, if the level of the little wizard can fool the Goblet of Fire, then there is no doubt that he is more qualified than many wizards of age." Dumbledore was calm. Say.
"Dumbledore makes sense. If it's really outstanding, why not be younger." Ms. Maxim looked in the direction of Boothbarton, obviously not willing in her heart, but realized that her name had entered the Goblet of Fire. She was basically a foregone conclusion, and she did not intend to argue more about it.
"Okay, then. Let's see who will stand out." Karkaroff turned away with an iron face.
"Mrs. Maxim, you might be willing to try the pumpkin pie elaborately made by Hogwarts fairies. Hogwarts pumpkins always grow very big and sweet, well, maybe the biggest in the world... …"
Dumbledore stretched out his hand to invite, Mrs. Maxim did not refuse, and walked ahead.
Dumbledore turned his head and blinked playfully at Alan, and followed Mrs. Maxim.
After lunch, the little wizards talked excitedly about what had just happened. The Ravenclaws who witnessed Allen throwing his name into the Goblet of Fire were extremely excited.
They had long been impressed by Allen's strength and personality charm, and they had no doubt that the ultimate warrior of Hogwarts must be Allen.
"Hufflepuff’s Cedric Diggory and Gryffindor’s Angelina Johnson, they all successfully cast their names into the Goblet of Fire." Michael glanced at the crowd surrounded by little wizards. Goblet of fire, eyes fiery.
"But compared to you, they are far behind. I mean, they never beat you in a Quidditch match." Michael got more excited as he spoke.
"Ouch -" Accompanied by the crisp sound of a large piece of porcelain shattering, a sharp female scream attracted everyone's attention.
Except for the plates scattered on the ground, Fred, one of Gryffindor’s twin brothers, was caught by an invisible hand and flew uncontrollably towards Angely who fell to the ground. Na Johnson.
Fred snorted and fell on Angelina, and whistles and laughter rang out in the auditorium.
He was suddenly pushed aside by Angelina, and hit his head on the ground, making a loud "gudong".
The two of them lay dizzy on the ground, and after a while, they got up in a hurry.
"Fred, are you okay?" George laughed more exaggeratedly than anyone else.
"Well, it's fine." Fred also laughed. "I just want to try the floor, well, see how hard it is."
"It's not as hard as your head!" George joked, "You have to pay for the floor of the hall."
"It seems that Dumbledore has really closed the loophole of that age, but unfortunately I still won't use a strong obfuscation spell." Fred said grimly.
"There will always be a way." George's eyes rolled and he made a grimace at Angelina, "You guys look good, the posture when you fell is particularly good." George laughed again.
Angelina gave him an angry look: "George, if you feel obstructed when you pull your ears, then you should stop going deeper."
At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, it started to rain lightly, but this did not extinguish the fiery hearts of the little wizards.
Sitting by the warm fire in the common room, listening to the rain gently tapping on the glass window, watching the Ravenclaws discuss the Three Witches Tournament in full swing, Allen felt particularly comfortable.
It was not until the hour hand pointed to half past five that Allen got up and prepared to attend the Halloween banquet-more importantly, to attend the school warrior announcement ceremony.
When Allen came to the auditorium at the usual meal time, it was almost full of people. The delicious Halloween dinner can't soothe the restlessness of the students.
"I wish it was Angelina." Fred said as Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down.
"I hope it's Alan!" Hermione said, holding her breath, "Ah~EbookFREE.me~ we will know soon!"
Although the food prepared by the house elves is very rich, the little wizards are not thinking about the dinner.
They kept looking around, anxious expressions on every face. They all want to know who was chosen as the Warrior.
It seemed that the extraordinarily long dinner party was finally over, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the voice in the auditorium suddenly rose a lot.
Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent.
"Well, the long-awaited result is coming." Dumbledore said, "The Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision."
The atmosphere in the auditorium became tense, and even Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim stared closely at Dumbledore's movements, looking as tense and expectant as the other little wizards.
"Here, please allow me, this bad old man, to talk a few words. Hogwarts was selected as a Warrior. As long as he is willing to guarantee that he will get an O at the end of the term, then his related courses can not go to class. If you don't get an O at the end, this The course will have to be made up during the rest of the next semester."
A smile appeared on Allen's face. He knew that he had gained more time to make flexible arrangements.
Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it sharply.
Immediately, except for the candles in the pumpkin lanterns, the rest of the candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a half-dark state.
The goblet of fire now emits a dazzling light, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue and white flames that shoot sparks are a bit dazzling.
Everyone is watching and waiting... Several wealthy Slytherins kept taking out their pocket watches to check the time...