I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 258 Dumbledore's Bad Taste
The protests of the Weasley twins had no effect, it was them that Dumbledore was guarding against.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore can't claim to know all the classmates, but at least he knows the prickly heads like the Weasley twins very well, but he is usually too lazy to care about them.

To put it in a less elegant way, when the Weasley twins pouted their tails, Dumbledore knew what shape they were going to pull.

Old Deng is an old fox who has experienced many battles, and the tricks of these two young foxes are all leftovers from his old tricks.

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the election that this competition is not a child's play, so don't take part in it rashly. Once a warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must persevere to the end." Dumbledore Lido said, and looked at the Weasley twins again with that meaningful look, which seemed to be hinting and also seemed to be warning.

He paused for a moment and continued: "Whoever puts his name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be obeyed. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. Therefore, please think twice And ok, figure out what you really want to do and put your name in the cup - well, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night everyone."

After finishing speaking, Principal Dumbledore left the guest seat.

"Age boundary!" said Fred, his eyes sparkling. "That's easy, sure you can be fooled by the aging agent, can't you? As long as your name goes into that weird cup, you Just kidding - I don't think that mug can tell who's over 17 and who's under!"

As he said, he elbowed Louis: "What do you think, Louis, you must really want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, right? Listen to me, use the aging agent..."

"Why use aging agent?" Louis spread his hands, picked up a piece of paper from the table, randomly rolled it into a ball, and threw the ball of paper into the trash can at a distance of seven or eight meters.

He spread his hands and said with a smile: "Look, as long as the thinking doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties."

"The two of us don't have such good skills." Gemini said in unison, "So we can only choose to use the aging agent..."

Louis didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to control the remaining piece of paper with the floating spell, and it flew into the wastebasket.

"I still have more than a dozen methods, do you want to learn?" Louis stretched out his hand and made a classic gesture of Professor Wenger's domination.

"It's impossible, Louis!" Hermione whispered aside: "Dumbledore must have thought of this, there must be something around to stop the spell!"

"That's even easier." Louis looked around, pointed to a seventh-grade classmate and said, "Think about it, if I ask her to help throw my name into the Goblet of Fire, what do you think will happen?"

The twins and the trio looked at each other, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Louis stretched out his right hand and said with hatred, "The pattern is open, brothers, there are many loopholes in the rules, and the aging agent is the most unreliable one-if the floating spell cannot pass, Then the aging agent will not be able to cheat that line."

"That's the truth." George thought about it carefully and approved of Louis' words: "Then we will listen to you and try every method once!"

Fires were burning in his eyes, and Harry looked forward to the side, drooling, probably imagining the glorious scene of winning the Triwizard Tournament trophy?
When he was going out, he bumped into Karkaroff, Harry stopped very politely and let Karkaroff go first.

"Thank you," Karkaroff thanked casually, casting a glance at Harry.

As a result, he froze for a moment. He turned his head back to Harry and stared at him as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Durmstrang's classmates also stopped in their tracks.

Seeing the dull expression of their headmaster, they followed along and saw the scar on Harry's forehead.

"That's right! That's Harry Potter!" came an angry voice behind them.

Karkaroff turned around sharply, just in time to see the limping Mad-Eye Moody striding towards him, the roving eye did not turn at this moment, but stared straight at Karkaroff. Karlov.

Everyone has seen that Karkaroff's face shows a mixture of resentment and fear, which has to be said to be extremely complicated.

"It's you!" Karkaroff stared blankly at Moody, as if he didn't believe he really saw him.

"It's me." Moody's face was gloomy. "If you want to say something to Potter, hurry up, you've blocked all the exits of the auditorium, damn it..."

Moody was right. There were nearly twenty Durmstrang and his party. They blocked the door, and the others couldn't get out at all.In addition, Moody's voice was a little too loud here, and the students behind were rushing to tiptoe, wanting to see what happened in front.

It is human nature to watch the excitement, and curiosity is also one of the essence of human beings.

Karkaroff didn't say anything more, he took a deep look at Moody, and led the students away.

Louis noticed the expression of "Moody", his eyes were fixed on Karkaroff, and there was an expression of extreme disgust on his face.

On the one hand, Barty Jr. wanted to maintain Moody's personality. On the other hand, as a loyal fan of Voldemort, he hated Karkaroff's slippery double-faced person the most, as well as Lucius Malfoy—but He wasn't a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this semester, and he had no position to teach Draco a lesson, and he couldn't turn him into a ferret to swing around.

Early the next morning, Louis accompanied Catherine to the auditorium.Even though today is Saturday, it didn't stop the students from wanting to watch the excitement.

The appearance of Catherine caught the attention of all the students in the auditorium. Holding a piece of parchment in her hand, she proudly looked around at the contestants of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang, and walked gracefully across the age line. Stepping forward, he threw the parchment with his name written on it into the Goblet of Fire.

The flame in the cup curled slightly, and accepted Catherine's letter.

Although she was in the same class as the Weasley twins, since Catherine was born in the second half of the year, she was one year older than the two of them, so she was naturally eligible to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

In other words, she was 12 years old when she entered school, and now she is 17 years old.

After Catherine returned to Louis and sat down, Gryffindor's troops also made their debut.

The Weasley twins surrounded their friend Lee Jordan gigglingly, muttering about what they drank.When they passed by Louis, the two of them smiled: "It's done! We each drank a drop of aging agent, and we just drank it."

Louis shook his head, thinking that these two idiots really wouldn't find it fishy after eating a hundred beans: "How does it taste?"

The three of them looked at each other and said in unison: "It's neither salty nor bland, it's really good!"

Good guy, all three of you were taught by the same master, right?wear master?

"I'm sure Dumbledore must have thought about this a long time ago, my God...have you ever thought about what punishment will be in case you don't succeed?" Hermione reminded the three of them in a low voice behind her.

But the three of them are already on top now, and they can't listen to Hermione's words at all.

"Ready?" Fred trembled with excitement.

"Ready?" Lee Jordan repeated, only to be slapped on the back by Fred.

"Don't talk like me!" Fred said, casting a blank look at him, to both of them. "Come on, then—I'll go in first!"

Fred took out a piece of parchment from his pocket with the words "Fred Weasley, Hogwarts" written on it.

He went straight to the edge of the age line and stood there, swaying on tiptoe like a diver about to jump from a fifty-foot platform.Then, with every eye in the auditorium watching, he took a deep breath and crossed the line.

Almost for a moment, everyone thought that Fred had succeeded, and George must have thought so too, when he gave a triumphant cry and jumped forward after Fred.

However, if there is no accident, there will be an accident.

Immediately afterwards, there was a strange hissing sound, and a whirring sound, and the twins were thrown outside, as if by an invisible hand.

You said that your invisible hand is not going to macro-control the economy, but what is it doing to regulate the two little wizards?
As Hermione expected, when the two fell to the ground, their jaws slapped loudly, and then, the same long white beards appeared on their chins.

Louis looked at the funny twins, and thought of a very knife sentence.

This is the only time the twins have seen each other grow old.

The hall roared with laughter, even Fred and George, pointing to each other's white beards and laughing uncontrollably.

"I reminded you." A deep voice said, and the tone was a little joyful.Everyone turned their heads and saw Professor Dumbledore walking this way.He looked at Fred and George with a twinkle in his eyes, "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing, she is already nursing Miss Fawcett and Hedge in Ravenclaw Mr. Summers of Patch—they both have the same idea as you, but I need to say that your white beard is far better than both of them."

Fred and George set off to the hospital, accompanied by Lee Jordan, grinning like Crayon Shin-chan.The same goes for the people in the auditorium, laughing non-stop while chatting about the funny twins just now.

Louis took a knife and cut a piece of roasted tomato from Catherine's plate, put it to her mouth with a fork and said to her with a smile: "I told them both, but unfortunately they don't believe me, look ...are you at a loss?"

Catherine hummed, stretched her neck and bit the tomato.

"Is it delicious?" Louis asked in a low voice.

"It's okay." Catherine smiled slightly.

"Shouldn't it be particularly delicious? It contains the taste of my love..." Louis chuckled.

Catherine rolled her eyes, which contained a lot of autumn spinach, and her eyes were full of obsequiousness.

Even though they were old couples, Louis was still shocked by this look.

There was another round of cheers from the foyer, and Louis looked up. It was Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson, the very capable Chaser of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, with a very cheerful grin. Smiling, he strode over to the edge of the Gryffindor table, sat down and said, "Oh, I've done it—I've put my name in!"

"Are you seventeen yet?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"It goes without saying that you haven't seen her grow a beard." Ron said immediately.

Angelina smiled and said leisurely, "My birthday was last week."

"Hey, I'm so glad that someone from Gryffindor finally participated!" Hermione said happily, "I really hope you can be chosen, Angelina!"

Angelina smiled at Hermione and said, "Thank you for supporting me, Hermione."

"Yeah, it'd be better if it was you than Diggory the Buttercup," Seamus Finnigan said aloud, only to draw some glaring looks from a few Hufflepuffs.

Louis pursed his lips, resisting the urge to laugh.He asked Catherine, "How sure are you of being selected? It seems that there are many competitors for Hogwarts."

"It must be me." Catherine said without hesitation. She squinted her slender eyes and glanced at Angelina, as well as Cedric Diggory who was talking and laughing with classmates not far away.

Cedric is considered a winner in life. Not only is he handsome, he is good at studying, and there are beauties around him who admire him—the eyes of Zhang Qiu next to him are almost glued to him, as if they are firmly attached to him like a magnet. Zhang Qiu's eyes.

"Jianghu is young and thin, and there are beauties around him, tsk tsk, it's no wonder Harry envies him." Louis's voice was small, but tsk tsk was loud.

Catherine raised her head and gave him a blank look, then hummed and asked, "Hmph, are you envious too?"

"What do I envy him for?" Louis shook his head, "Aren't you much prettier than that Zhang Qiu? I just like a glamorous beauty like you."

"Be able to talk more." Catherine put down the knife and fork, leaned on the table with both hands, and looked at Louis with a smile on her face.

Louis coughed, stood up and whispered in Catherine's ear, "I just like the contrast between you, a cold and beautiful flower of high mountains, when you plead softly..."

Catherine was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Louis to be so... so excessive.She pointed at Louis tremblingly with her slender fingers, her face was flushed red, and she couldn't find the words suitable for the situation for a long time.

"Bastard deer!" She gave Louis a vicious look.

(End of this chapter)