Chapter 945 The Evil Age Line
Students began to leave the Great Hall, and Madame Maxime and Karkaroff walked towards the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables respectively.
Ron, who was not very interested in the Triwizard Tournament, stood up and wondered where the students of Durmstrang would sleep tonight.
"I don't think they will sleep in the Slytherin dormitory. It's cold and damp there. Our tower is more comfortable."
As soon as he finished speaking, Karkaroff hurried over to the Slytherin table and shouted, "Okay, let's go back to the ship!"
Then he walked up to Krum and asked with concern: "Viktor, how are you feeling? Have you eaten enough? Do you want me to send someone from the kitchen to bring some hot wine?"
Krum shook his head, picked up the fur cloak draped over the back of a chair and put it on.
"Professor, I'd like to drink some wine." Another boy from Durmstrang said with a drooling look on his face.
Karkaroff's expression suddenly became extremely stern, "I didn't ask you, Polyarco, but I noticed that you had dripped food on the front of your robes again, you annoying boy."
In the last second he was as gentle as a kind father, and in the next second he was staring at Harry like Snape. The contrast was too great.
Karkaroff turned and led his students towards the door.
They arrived at the door at the same time as Harry and Ron.
Harry and Ron stopped, intending to let them pass first.
"Thank you." Karkaroff glanced at the two of them casually.
Ron, who was looking at Krum with admiration on his face, was simply ignored by him. However, Harry, who looked harmless, paid a little attention to him.
Suddenly, he froze.
Karkaroff turned his head back towards Harry, his eyes fixed on him.
To be precise, he was staring at the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.
The students at Durmstrang stopped and looked at Harry curiously.
Several students had expressions of realization on their faces. The boy with soup stains on his chest poked the girl next to him and pointed his finger at Harry's forehead without any concealment.
"Yes, he is Harry Potter." A cold voice came from behind.
Karkaroff turned around sharply and saw Moody walking forward with a cane.
Being stared at by the evil eye, his face turned pale, revealing a terrifying expression of resentment and fear, "It's you!"
"It's me." Moody stopped in front of him with a cold face, "Karkaroff, you are blocking the door. Unless you have something to say to Potter, please move on."
Karkaroff waved his hand and quickly walked out of the auditorium with his students.
Moody's magic eyes were still staring at his back, "Okay, everyone go back and rest early."
Karkaroff is a former Death Eater who was not so "loyal".
In order to protect himself, he can betray anyone.
After six months of pursuit, Moody successfully arrested him and put him in Azkaban. However, he reached an agreement with the former Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Barty the Elder, to reveal the identities of other Death Eaters at the Magical Law Council in exchange for his freedom.
It was Karkaroff who exposed Barty the Younger, a Death Eater who was very well hidden, in front of Barty the Elder.
The legendary Auror who had arrested him once disliked him, and the Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, who was in charge of matters related to the Triwizard Tournament, should be the same.
Add to that Madame Maxime, who had no fondness for him, and Durmstrang seemed hopeless.
Vincent laughed at himself as he walked out of the auditorium.
He wasn't planning on participating in the Triwizard Tournament, so why was he thinking about all this?
Just after midnight, the seven little ones gathered in the kitchen as usual.
The new member Qiu prepared authentic Chongqing hotpot, which is "spicy, numbing, salty, fresh, fragrant and crispy".
The bright red and oily soup is spicy, but it is so satisfying that you can't stop eating it.
After eating and drinking, it's time to move around.
I quietly walked into the hallway and saw a circle of thin golden lines drawn on the floor.
In the center was the stool that usually held the Sorting Hat, and on top of it was a wooden goblet with blue and white flames dancing in it.
The twins took out the aging potion and drank a small drop each.
They both grew a little taller and their hair grew a little longer.
"Done!" Fred couldn't wait to take out a piece of parchment with his name on it. "George, let's go together."
George also took out the parchment. "Dumbledore would never have thought that we had this trick."
Looking at the two people striding towards the Goblet of Fire, the remaining five people all looked like they were watching a good show.
The principal is the principal after all. How could the age limit he set personally be easily broken?
Sure enough, when Fred's left foot just stepped into the golden line, an invisible force bounced him back.
George, who was just a second late, suffered the same fate and even landed on his butt.
“It hurts, it hurts…” Fred rubbed his butt and stood up.
After a "crackling" sound, a long white beard quickly grew on his chin.
"Oh no—" George didn't have time to touch his chin before he also grew an identical white beard.
"Hahahahaha——" the little friends laughed unceremoniously.
The twins couldn't help but smile when they saw each other's beards.
"George, why does your beard look like Dumbledore's?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Fred, I think yours is more like it."
As they were laughing, the two suddenly looked sad.
"Ah—our bonus!"
"I hate you! Dumbledore!"
Cedric, who was holding his stomach, relaxed a little, "I've told you long ago that it's useless to try to cut corners. You should have learned your lesson now."
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The twins glared at him fiercely, "No, no magic is perfect, there must be a way..."
While the two were pondering, Cedric safely passed the age line and successfully threw the parchment with his name on it into the Goblet of Fire.
After he came out, the white-bearded twins, who didn't believe in evil, folded their parchments into paper airplanes.
Unfortunately, they failed again, and the paper airplane couldn’t even fly within the age limit.
Even dead objects cannot pass through. The age line is like an invisible wall that blocks everyone under the age of 17.
But the twins are not the type to give up easily.
They went upstairs and crumpled up the parchment and tried to throw it into the Goblet of Fire.
A strange wind blew, and the paper ball was inexplicably blown outside the age line.
Then the two of them found a long stick, but it couldn't get in just like the paper airplane.
"Here comes the Goblet of Fire!" Fred with a white beard holding a wand waited for a long time but there was no movement.
"Grow bigger quickly!" Whitebeard George's spell also had no effect.
Physics doesn’t work, magic doesn’t work, it seems I can only rely on metaphysics.
They didn't keep the five spectators waiting too long, and soon put on the same wig and glasses as Trelawney.
With the long white beard on his chin, he does have a bit of a charlatan vibe.
"Great God who controls the power of wind, please grant us strength so that we can successfully break through the blockade of the evil demon..."
After a long chant, the two people with their backs to the age line threw the small paper balls in their hands high up.
"Great God of Fortune, please listen to our prayers..."
With a snap, the two small paper balls fell outside the age line.
Without wind, the aim is poor.
Fred took off his wig and glasses, "Damn age line!"
After George took it off, he threw it to the ground and stomped on it a few times, "I don't believe it! Fred, let's go! Let's try again!"
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