Chapter 211 The audience is in place, Hephis is about to start showing off
Hephis glanced at the auditorium. At this time, many people were already sitting at the long table in the auditorium.
They were looking at the Slytherin students who were lined up neatly and marching in unison with surprise.
Some clever little wizards have already started calling their friends.
They could already guess that Slytherin was going to cause trouble.
After all, Slytherin House had the biggest complaints about Heffiece not being able to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.
Just as Hephis was about to take action, he heard orderly footsteps coming from behind him.
It turned out that students from Beauxbatons were here too.
Madame Maxime was walking in with the Beauxbatons students lined up in a row.
She looked at the neatly arranged little snakes in surprise.
She could still tell which college they belonged to by the iconic dark green robe.
Madame Maxime politely stopped ten feet away from Hephes.
It seemed that she wanted to wait until they were finished before letting her students cast their names into the Goblet of Fire.
"A guest is a guest, Madame Maxime, please come in first." Hephis bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation.
It wasn't that he was being modest. It was mainly because he saw many little wizards running out of the auditorium in a hurry, probably to inform their friends.
He just waited a while to give them a chance to see his performance.
Madame Maxime responded with a smile to express her gratitude.
Then he urged the students of his school to throw the parchment.
One by one, the students of Buschbaton crossed the age line and threw their parchments into the blue-white flames.
Once each piece of parchment touched the flame, it instantly burst into a blazing red light accompanied by sparks.
After the students finished the ceremony one by one, Madame Maxime did not rush to leave, but gave up her seat and stood quietly aside.
While she was waiting, she heard the whispers of the little wizards next to her.
The boy leading Slytherin was called Hephis, a fourth-year student.
It seemed like he wanted to break through the age limit set by Dumbledore.
So she stayed too to watch the fun.
At this moment, Karkaroff also walked into the hall with Krum, followed by several Durmstrang students.
They had already thrown the parchment into the Goblet of Fire.
I guess he heard some news and came over to watch the fun.
Hephis looked around leisurely, and the audience was almost all there.
He walked alone to the Goblet of Fire, five feet away from the golden age line.
Hefeth did not use the easiest method.
If he just wanted to open a space gate, there would be no need for him to make such a big fuss.
Because that would disappoint the audience around you.
He waved his hand gently, and the full picture of the age line appeared.
It was a golden cover, but it was very elastic.
At this moment, Dumbledore and a group of professors also hurried over.
They all stood behind the staff seats, their eyes fixed on Hephis.
Hephaestus looked at Dumbledore and smiled.
A dark figure appeared behind him. It was a smaller version of Oz, only ten feet tall.
It's just that Oz's body was burning with black flames.
Oz took two steps and arrived in front of the golden light shield.
He clenched the huge sword burning with black flames in both hands and swung it down suddenly, and the golden light shield was torn in an instant.
But the light shield was very strong, the tear was small, and it was still healing slowly.
The greatsword in Oz's hand disappeared directly. He grasped both ends of the crack with both hands and tore it outwards with force.
The black flames on his body also flowed along his hands, gradually burning the entire golden light shield, with black and gold intertwined together.
Just as the golden light shield was about to collapse, Dumbledore drew out his wand and aimed it at the raging black flames.
The black flames were instantly forced back, and only the area around Oz's hands was still burning.
But Oz is still very strong, and the crack is still slowly expanding at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
"Principal, the age limit is only set this year. If I break through this limit, I should be eligible to participate!"
Hephis's voice was very soft, but everyone in the auditorium could hear it clearly.
Dumbledore looked at Karkaroff and Madame Maxime with a deep gaze.
"As long as the Goblet of Fire chooses you, I think no one will raise any objections."
"The Goblet of Fire shouldn't be so tactless." Hephis's voice had just fallen.
The Goblet of Fire actually trembled slightly a few times, and even the blue-white flame became much smaller, as if begging for mercy.
"Very good." Hephis praised.
The Goblet of Fire stopped trembling, and the blue-white flame grew stronger again, burning more vigorously than before.
A playful smile appeared on Hephis's lips. "Principal, are you ready?"
Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became deep.
The magical power surging around him forced the professors around him to stay away from him.
Only Snape stood there unmoved, looking at Hephes with a look of satisfaction.
The golden light shield suddenly flashed with dazzling golden light, and Oz's hands were squeezed out directly.
Then the light curtain returned to normal, and a golden and red phoenix circled around the light shield.
Madame Maxime looked at this scene with a serious expression.
She could feel the vast magical fluctuations from Dumbledore.
Faced with the challenge of a mere fourth-grade student, Dumbledore actually mobilized such a large force.
She tried to use her magic power to detect the strength of the golden light shield.
She had to sigh helplessly, her level was simply not comparable to his.
A smile appeared on Hephis's lips, revealing a satisfied look.
He gently clenched his right hand, and a strangely shaped knife appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Its appearance is very similar to the Minghong Sword which was sealed by Emperor Huangdi in ancient Chinese legend.
This knife is slender and gorgeous, with intricate and delicate patterns carved on the blade, like a winding dragon.
The hilt of the knife is inlaid with gemstones that sparkle with various colors.
The blade flashed with cold light, revealing its breathtaking sharpness.
As if in slow motion, Hephis swung his knife at the golden light shield.
At the moment when the Minghong Sword was swung out, the blade seemed to be infinitely magnified.
The dragon pattern on it seemed to come alive, transforming into a phantom of a dragon, roaring and pouncing towards the hovering phoenix.
The thirty-foot-long giant blade fell with a loud bang, stirring up layers of air waves in front of the golden light shield.
The people around were blown all over the place.
The seemingly indestructible light shield was destroyed by the attack of the Minghong Sword.
It only lasted for a few seconds before turning into a golden rain of light that drifted throughout the auditorium.
Finally, the Minghong Sword hovered steadily above the Goblet of Fire, less than an inch away.
The blue and white flames of the Goblet of Fire seemed to be frightened and all retracted into the cup.
The cup was still shaking slightly.
