Chapter 946: The Goblet of Fire was Tampered with

The twins were flung away once again, their beards longer.

The five people watching the show were already laughing so hard that they were choking.

Dumbledore is so mean, his beard is so long that it drags on the ground.

After so much trouble, maybe they were tired, the twins just lay down in front of the age line.

Since we can't deal with the Goblet of Fire, it seems that there is only one way left, and that is to bribe the judging panel.

Seeing them regain their spirits, the five people, knowing that there was no more show to watch, stood up.

"Are you tired? Do you want to go to the kitchen to eat something else?"

After all this trouble, I am indeed a little hungry again.

After a simple meal, the 7 little ones’ activities for the night came to an end.

However, the door of the Gryffindor dormitory, which had just been closed for a short while, was opened again.

As soon as Vincent walked out, the door of the girls' dormitory next door was opened.

Hermione walked slowly towards him, "I knew you would run out again."

Vincent tilted his head and nodded, "You know, I won't be able to sleep tonight unless I make sure everything is perfect."

As the twins said, no magic is perfect.

The age line only blocks people under the age of 17, and anyone who meets the requirements can enter and exit freely.

If Old Man Deng was shameless and secretly threw his name into the Goblet of Fire, he would have to say goodbye to his relaxed and happy campus life this school year.

In order to ensure that you will not be selected, you have to act first.

Vincent and Hermione quietly came to the hallway and were not surprised to see a furtive figure.

The man was wearing a black cloak and stood in front of the Goblet of Fire with his back to the two of them.

They are dressed like this in the middle of the night, and they are not the seven little ones who often go out at night. They must be doing something shady.

Hermione raised her wand out of habit and turned her clothes into a set of black tights.

Vincent also quickly completed his disguise and quietly hid in the dark corner of the hallway with her.

The man in the black cloak did not notice anything unusual behind him. His attention was focused on the Goblet of Fire in front of him.

After a moment, he pulled out a wand from his pocket.

A dazzling red light flashed, and the blue-white flame on the cup trembled violently for a few times, and then returned to its previous normal swaying.

The man seemed unsure whether the spell had worked, and leaned closer to the Goblet of Fire to examine it carefully.

Ten minutes later, he put away his wand, took out a piece of parchment from his arms and threw it into the blue and white flames.

After finishing all this, he took a few steps back cautiously, as if he was on guard against something.

Vincent and Hermione, who were observing secretly, looked at each other.

This person should be on guard against Dumbledore's trap, so the Confounding Charm he just cast was most likely intended to confuse the Goblet of Fire so that it would choose the champion it wanted.

Being so cautious, he is either taking money to do the job or has other purposes.

Time passed minute by minute, and the man still stayed within the age line, on guard.

The two people in the corner were not in a hurry and waited patiently.

About 5 minutes later, the man turned around suddenly and stepped out of his age line.

Probably because he thought Dumbledore had not set a trap, Vincent and Hermione could clearly hear him let out a long sigh.

But what he didn't know was that there were actually two pairs of eyes quietly watching him in the dark corner.

Clueless, he strode out of the hallway, completely unaware of the alder wand pointed steadily at his back.

Vincent did not cast any spell until his figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Hermione looked at him in confusion.

"I don't want to replace the impartial selector, the Goblet of Fire."

It was easy to take that man down, but the warriors of the three schools would definitely not be selected by a tampered Goblet of Fire.

Hermione nodded, "So what should we do? We can't just leave it alone, right?"

Vincent lowered the wand in his hand and walked out of the dark corner with a thoughtful look on his face.

He stepped into the age line and leaned over to examine the Goblet of Fire carefully.

There are a total of three magic schools participating in the Triwizard Tournament. If the opponent is from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, then this matter will become very tricky.

He couldn't tell Dumbledore about it now, as he was sure that he would not be chosen as the champion.

"It's really difficult..."

Hermione, who was standing behind him, knew it was a difficult situation, but she couldn't just sit back and watch no matter how difficult it was.

"Hmm..." Vincent suddenly turned back to look at her, "If someone voted for a name first, then if I vote for this name, will the Goblet of Fire not accept it?"

Hermione thought for a moment and said, "That should be the mechanism. Do you want to confirm by signing up again?"

"Yes." Vincent took out the parchment and pen from Flamel's ring. "If I fail to apply, at least I can be sure that this matter will not escalate into an international dispute."

The Confusion Charm that the man had cast just now was probably intended to make the Goblet of Fire recognize the name he had cast into it as another person, thus ensuring that the warrior he wanted was chosen.

If it was a wizard from his own country, he would definitely let the Goblet of Fire recognize the name as Vincent.

In this case, my application will fail.

On the contrary, if one successfully registers, he can only be a foreign wizard.

Vincent wrote his name and school, then suddenly crumpled up the parchment.

He made a bitter face, "If I successfully sign up, won't I be selected as a Hogwarts champion?"

Hermione shook her head in confusion.

She stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder heavily. "In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, I have to inconvenience you for a while."

Vincent pouted, "No, I can't let Dumbledore get what he wants."

Hermione tilted her head, her eyes rolling around, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she pursed her lips and smiled mysteriously.

Vincent leaned over curiously, "Have you figured out a solution?"

Hermione whispered something in his ear.

"Are you sure this will work?"

"The Goblet of Fire can be confused by the Confusion Charm, so there's no reason why it won't be affected by your magic."

Vincent hesitated for a moment, then took out another piece of parchment and wrote his name and school on it.

Then he raised his wand, "Our school lost this year's tournament, so it seems that at most we can tie with Beauxbatons, right?"

Hermione nodded her head, and when she realized what was happening, she looked at him with wide eyes, "You don't mean to..."

Vincent smiled mysteriously, "You guessed it right. What kind of expression do you think Dumbledore will have at that time?"

Hermione shuddered subconsciously, "The professor must hate you to death."

"He deserves it!" Vincent tapped the parchment in his hand with his alder wand.

"I have been planning this year's Tri-Wizard Tournament since the end of my second year. Even if we lost, it was because he schemed against me first. I can't blame anyone else."

He threw the parchment into the Goblet of Fire with a swift movement. "If I don't teach that old bastard Deng a lesson, my future life will be completely controlled by him."

Hermione didn't have time to express her resentment towards Dumbledore. She held her breath and watched intently as the blue-white flames completely engulfed the entire piece of parchment.

I didn’t vomit after a long time. Does this mean I have successfully registered?

She looked at Vincent blankly, "They are not local wizards, at least not targeting Hogwarts."

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