As is customary, most Hogwarts students would go to breakfast late. However, today everyone can't wait to get up early in the morning.

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione went downstairs to the foyer, they saw more than twenty people gathered there. Several of the classmates still had bread in their mouths, and they were all looking at the Goblet of Fire.

The cup was placed in the center of the foyer, resting on the same stool that placed the sorting hat at the annual sorting time. A thin gold line was drawn on the floor, ten feet long on each side, enclosing the cup in the middle.

"Did anyone put a name in it?" Ron asked a third-year girl eagerly.

"Yes, all the representatives of Durmstrang," she replied, "except for McLean...... Oh, I mean, if he had a way to get through that golden thread. ”

"Has anyone voted in our school?" Ron then asked.

"Someone must have put their names in while we were sleeping last night." Harry said, "If it were me, I would do it...... I don't want everyone to see it. How humiliating it would be if the cup crumpled your name and threw it out! ”

Someone behind Harry laughed. He looked back and saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan hurrying down the stairs, all three of them looking extremely excited.

"It's done," Fred whispered to Harry, Ron, and Hermione in a smug tone, "just drank it." ”

"What?" Ron asked.

"Age-enricher, stupid." Fred said.

……

As Maca walked down the hall, he happened to hear a sizzling sound.

Then, the Weasleys' twin brothers suddenly flew towards him from the middle of the hall, stumbling in pain to the cold stone floor ten feet away.

With a loud popping sound, the two men had identical long white beards popping out of their chins.

For a moment, the little wizards around couldn't stop laughing. Even Fred and George couldn't help but laugh when they got up and saw each other's white beards.

"I reminded you."

A low, smiling voice suddenly rang out behind Maca. Everyone turned their heads and saw Professor Dumbledore walking through the door.

He looked at Fred and George, his eyes shining, "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey's. She was already nursing Miss Fawcett of Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers of Hufflepuff, and they had made up their minds to age a little. ”

"But I must say that their beards are nowhere near as beautiful as yours."

Because of Dumbledore's words, everyone laughed even louder.

At this moment, however, Maca walked over to the golden thread, crouched down and tapped it lightly with his wand.

"It's the rule ...... again"

Apparently Dumbledore knew the rules, and could even apply them more skillfully. Maca wasn't surprised.

Rather, with Dumbledore's unfathomable magical prowess, it would have been a surprise to him if he hadn't touched the rules of research.

It's a pity that Maca still doesn't have the ability to "see" magic on her own, and he can't quickly parse the rules contained in it.

But for him now, it is not necessary to analyze the rules. As for how to pass it, Maca has been prepared for a long time.

Fundamentally, if you want to prevent a young wizard under the age of 17 from passing through the Golden Thread, the first thing you have to do is to find out the age of the person who enters.

Aside from the difficulty of applying the rules, what Maca had to do was simple, and that was to block out all knowledge of his body and soul.

Dealing with rules with rules is straightforward but effective.

The next moment, Maca stepped into the range of the golden thread under the surprised gaze of the little wizards.

However, the situation is not as simple as Maca imagined.

As he took the second step, the familiar sizzle sounded again, and he immediately saw that the space around him seemed to distort slightly.

He understood that it wasn't the space that was distorting, but that the rules of the Detective type had collided with the rules of blocking that he had prepared.

Just this morning, he drew a runic array of Phoenician scripts on his arm, but it was clear that Dumbledore's rule power was purer and more powerful than his.

He could even clearly feel that the rune array on his left arm was constantly consuming the magic power in his body. The gradual loss of physical strength at this moment is the best proof of this.

Maca immediately sped up her movements, quickly walked to the Goblet of Fire, and hurriedly threw the note in her hand into the rising blue-white flames in the cup.

The Goblet of Fire accepted his entry, and the note was quickly consumed by the flames.

After completing the task, Maca immediately turned around and left the range demarcated by the golden line, standing outside and exhaling softly. Then, he looked up and glanced calmly at Dumbledore.

At this time, Dumbledore was looking at this side with the same calm, and there was a sharp light in his pale blue pupils behind the half-moon lenses.

Unlike these two parties, the other students present all opened their mouths in surprise. No one expected that there would really be a student under the age of 17 who would be able to pass the golden thread drawn by Dumbledore himself.

Everyone couldn't help but discuss in a low voice, speculating about how Maca had passed; From time to time, they also sent a look of admiration or surprise to Maca.

After a while, the students all looked back at Dumbledore to see what kind of explanation he would give. Whether to approve or to deny, I am afraid this is a very difficult choice.

"Mr. McLean crossed the age threshold I set with his knowledge of magic, and I have to say, this is ......something I didn't expect," Dumbledore began, "As much as I personally would like to applaud him, Mr. McLean's actions are against the rules of the Triwizard Tournament, and I will have to consult with the rest of the judges to determine whether Mr. McLean's entry is valid." ”

"What do you think, Mr. McLean?"

Dumbledore had a point, and Maca naturally had no reason to object. He nodded, indicating that he was willing to wait for the deliberation of the referee panel.

At this moment, other students who wanted to sign up also came here one after another, and the surrounding area suddenly became much more lively.

“…… Mclean. ”

As she was about to leave the foyer, Maca turned around to find that it was his former senior, Cedric Diggory, the prefect of Hufflepuff House.

"McLean, you ......" he hesitated, a look of embarrassment on his handsome face, "do you really, have to leave Hogwarts?" ”

"Oh, I think so." Maca nodded casually and gave an affirmative answer.

"But—" Diggory's voice suddenly became louder, "but I don't think you should get out of here!" You are the last thing you deserve to leave here! ”

Ignoring the surprised glances from the students around him, he continued: "I still remember the graduation farewell party you held for the seniors, and I still remember the beautiful school life you told everyone in person, I still remember ...... Everyone shouted 'We are all Hogwarts'! ”

"But it was you who led everyone to understand the beauty of campus life, the one who led everyone to shout 'We are all Hogwarts', but-"

Maca calmly looked at Diggory with an angry face, and suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Then prove to me with the facts that my choice was wrong; Making Hogwarts a better place makes me regret the decision I made. ”

Diggory clenched his fists and said loudly, "I'll prove it to you!" ”

With that, he walked quickly to the Goblet of Fire, threw the parchment note with his name written on it into the flames, and left without looking back.

The Beauxbatons students, who were coming in from outside, had to duck to the side, allowing an angry-looking Diggory to pass through the doorway.

Madame Maxim followed her students into the foyer, frowned as she watched Diggory walk away, and ordered them to all line up.

One by one, the Beauxbatons students crossed the age line and threw their parchment into the blue-and-white flames in an orderly manner.

When Fleur Delacour, who was of Babyish blood, passed by Maca, she smiled gracefully and said, "Why don't you come to Beauxbatons?" ”

The news of Maca's crossing of the age barrier quickly spread among the students of the three major academies, and many people were waiting to see the results of the judging panel's vote.

In fact, many people are reluctant to see Maca successfully registered.

As early as the beginning of this semester, Maca's strength was spread through the newspapers of the wizarding community in various countries - as the most influential "Daily Prophet" in the British wizarding community, its headlines have been reprinted by the magic newspapers of many countries, and Maca's deeds have long been a hot topic.

After all, no one wants to see this long-lost triwizard tournament become Maca's stage show alone.

Of course, there are always two sides to the story, and some students would love to see Maca as one of the three warriors. Most of these students belong to Durmstrang College.

Before Maca enrolled in Durmstrang, the most popular person in the school was naturally Krum; And now, Maca is firmly in that position again.

In any case, Durmstrang is no more than these two Warriors candidates.

When the odds of being drafted are unlikely, people will naturally be more inclined to see a game won by their own school's warriors.

To everyone's disappointment, the voting results of the jury have not been announced for a long time.

At the same time, a girl who didn't care about any of these things was hiding in her room, pouting and muttering as she whipped her wand at a picture hanging in the air.

“…… So you have nothing to talk about! Let you say it tomorrow! So that you are sleepy...... So you're okay to talk about......"