"I'm participating!" Fred said in a low voice across the table. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"How could such a thing be without us!" agreed George.

The thought of the possibility of obtaining such honor and fortune made the two of them shine with excitement.

He was not the only one who fantasized about being a Hogwarts warrior like them, and at the tables in every house, people could be seen either gazing feverishly at Dumbledore or whispering excitedly to their neighbors.

But Dumbledore spoke again, and the Great Hall fell silent again.

"I know you're all hungry to win Triwizard trophies for Hogwarts. "However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed that there should be an age limit for this year's competitors." Only students who are at least seventeen years old, that is, over seventeen years old, are allowed to register for consideration. We felt ......"

Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some people protested angrily after hearing his words.

"I want you to understand that this is necessary because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous, and no matter how much precautions we take, it is impossible for students below the sixth or seventh grade to deal with it. I myself will ensure that no student of sufficient age will deceive our impartial referees into becoming Hogwarts warriors. ”

His blue eyes gleamed meaningfully as his gaze swept over Fred and George's rebellious faces.

Immediately, his gaze turned to Aven, which seemed to become more profound.

Dumbledore continued, "Therefore, if you are under the age of seventeen, I ask you not to waste your time in applying. ”

"The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegations will arrive in October and will spend most of the school year with us. I know that you will all be warm and friendly during our foreign dignitaries here, and that you will wholeheartedly support Hogwarts Warriors once they are chosen. Well, it's not early, and it's important that you walk into class tomorrow morning feeling refreshed and clear-headed. Go to bed!

Dumbledore sat down and turned to talk to Moody the Mad-Eye.

The cafeteria clicked and ping-pong, and the students stood up and flocked to the two open doors and into the foyer.

"They can't do this!" George didn't follow the crowd to the door, but stood there glaring at Dumbledore angrily, "We'll be seventeen next April, why don't we give it a try?"

"They can't stop me from participating. Fred said stubbornly, glaring angrily at the guest of honor, "When you become a warrior, you can do many things that you don't normally let you do, and there is a prize of 1,000 Galleons......"

"Yes!" said Ron, a dazed look on his face, "yes, a thousand Galleons......

"That's the most unfair thing for Aven, he's the strongest little wizard in the school, and Aven has proven it. Hermione also frowned and said, "But now he is not allowed to compete because of his age......"

"If Evan can't be a Warrior, I don't see anyone in the school who has the qualifications. Harry nodded.

"This is ridiculous indeed!"

"That's right, we'll have to talk to Dumbledore and get him to change the constitution......" Fred said.

"Alright, let's go. "If we don't leave, we'll be left with just a few of us." ”

In fact, he wasn't worried at all.

Only by being able to throw his name into the Goblet of Fire, no one will be able to stop him from becoming a Champion.

Dumbledore's magic to prevent a young wizard under the age of seventeen from voting, and Evan had several ways to crack it.

"Aven, why aren't you angry at all?!" said George, "and their age limit is completely ......"

"Come on, Mr. Mason, the Headmaster has something to say to you. Professor McGonagall said solemnly, walking over to a few people and looking at them disapprovingly, "You five hurry back to the common room, don't block the door like this." ”

Under Professor McGonagall's watch, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George glanced at Evan and headed for the foyer.

Evan returned to the teacher's chair alone, where only Dumbledore and Mad-Eye Moody remained.

"I have my own opinion on that......" Moody paused suddenly, his magical blue prosthetic eye falling on Aven, and said in a hoarse voice with interest, "Ah, it's the second time we met, Evan Mason, I was surprised that you had made such a big scene at the Quidditch World Cup." ”

He walked over and shook Aven's hand, which was as scarred and scarred as his face.

From a closer look, Mad-Eyed Moody's appearance was even more terrifying.

Evan had met him at the Ministry of Magic before, and only Sirius and Mr. Weasley were present except for the two of them.

The fake Moody in front of him even knew this, and he really put a lot of effort into disguising him.

"Nice to meet you, Professor!" said Evan softly, "I didn't expect you to teach at Hogwarts. ”

"I hadn't thought of it before, but I'd only been teaching for a year, doing Dumbledore a favor. Mooney said, smiling in a hoarse voice, "That's right, just teach for a year, and then go back to my peaceful retirement." ”

It was the first time Evan had seen him smile, and when he smiled, his scarred face looked even more distorted and weird.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts classes are always short of staff, and it's not easy to find the right people. Dumbledore said gently, "I want you to stay if you can, your valuable experience is exactly what we need." ”

"I'll think about it!" Moody said, waving his large, gnarled hand.

"Alright, Aven, I'm sorry to interrupt your break, but I have something I have to tell you. Dumbledore said calmly, turning his gaze back to Aven, "About the Triwizard Tournament......"

"Professor, I hope to be able to compete!" said Evan hurriedly, "and I'm confident ......"

"Of course I know, you're sure you'll be able to break through the age-limiting magic I've put in place, there's no doubt about that. Dumbledore said solemnly, "But Beauxbatons and Durmstrang made it their way to ask us to ban you from the Triwizard Tournament on the grounds that you were not up to age. Of course, looking at what they mean, it seems that they are worried that your magic is too strong and no one will be your opponent. ”

Aven's previous performances at the Quidditch World Cup were too remarkable.

That huge magic power and powerful magic power, not to mention a young wizard, even an adult wizard cannot possess it.

In this case, it is not surprising that they make a request to restrict Evan from participating in the competition.

"Hmph, the idea of the weak!" Moody said disdainfully, "those guys are scared ......"

Exactly, but they made this request one of the conditions for the resumption of the triwizard competition. Dumbledore said, looking at Aven, "So I'm sorry, Aven, I need you to promise me not to play." (To be continued.) )