Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 158: Age boundary

According to past habits, most Hogwarts students would go to breakfast very late. However, today everyone can't wait to get up early.

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione came downstairs to the hall, they saw more than twenty people surrounded there. Several classmates were still holding bread in their mouths, and they all looked at the goblet of flames carefully.

The cup is placed in the center of the hall, on the stool where the sorting hat is placed during the sorting every year. A thin gold line was drawn on the floor, ten feet long on each side, enclosing the cup in the middle.

"Has anyone put a name in it?" Ron asked a third-grade girl eagerly.

"Yes, all the representatives of Durmstrand," she replied, "except McLean...oh, I mean, if he can get through the golden thread."

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

"Someone must have thrown the name in while we were asleep last night." Harry said, "If it were me, I would do it... I don't want everyone to see it. If the cup rubs your name in a ball and throws it Come out, what a shame!"

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

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

"What?" Ron asked.

"Ageing agent, idiot." Fred said.

……

When Maca walked to the hall, he happened to hear a hissing sound.

Then the Weasley twin brothers suddenly flew toward him from the center of the hall, and fell painfully on the cold stone ground ten feet away.

With a loud crack, the same long white beards appeared on the jaws of the two people.

For a while, the little wizards around burst into laughter. Even Fred and George got up and couldn't help laughing after seeing each other's white beard.

"I reminded you."

A low, smiling voice suddenly sounded behind Maca. Everyone turned their heads and saw Professor Dumbledore coming in through the door.

He looked at Fred and George, his eyes gleaming, "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey. She is already nursing Miss Fawcett and Hufflepuff in Ravenclaw. Strange Mr. Summers, they are also determined to increase their age a bit."

"But I must say, their beards are far less beautiful than yours."

Everyone laughed louder because of Dumbledore's words.

At this time, however, Maca walked to the gold thread, and he knelt down and tapped it with his magic wand.

"The rules are again..."

Obviously Dumbledore also understands the rules, and can even apply them more cleverly. In this regard, Maca is not surprised.

Rather, with Dumbledore’s unfathomable magical powers, if he hadn’t touched the rules of research, it would be a surprise to him.

It's a pity that Maca still doesn't have the ability to "see" magic power alone, and he can't quickly analyze the rules contained in it.

But for him right now, it is not necessary to parse the rules. Regarding how to pass it, Maca has long been prepared.

Fundamentally speaking, in order to prevent a little wizard under the age of 17 from passing through the gold thread, the first thing is to detect the age of the entrant.

Apart from the difficulty of applying the rules, what Maca has to do is very simple, and that is to block all the detection of his body and soul.

Using rules to deal with rules is simple, straightforward, but effective.

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

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

When he reached the second step, the familiar hissing sound sounded again, and he immediately saw that the surrounding space seemed to be slightly distorted.

He understands that it is not that the space is distorting, but that the rules of detection and the blocking rules he prepared have collided.

Just this morning, he drew a rune pattern composed of Phoenician magic texts on his arm, but it is clear that Dumbledore’s rule power is more pure and more pure than his. powerful.

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

Maca speeded up his movements immediately, walked quickly to the goblet of flame, and hurriedly threw the note in his hand into the blue-white flame that kept rising in the cup.

The Goblet of Fire accepted his application, and the note was quickly swallowed by the flame.

After completing the task, Maca immediately turned and left the area delineated by the golden line, standing outside and let out a sigh of relief. Then he raised his head and glanced at Dumbledore calmly.

At this time, Dumbledore was looking here equally calmly, a sharp light shining from his pale blue pupils behind his half-moon lenses.

Unlike these two parties, the other students present were all so surprised that they opened their mouths wide. No one thought that there would be students under the age of 17 who could pass the gold line drawn by Dumbledore himself.

Everyone couldn't help discussing in a low voice, guessing what method Maca used to pass; 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 explanation he would give. Whether to approve or to deny is probably a very difficult choice.

"Mr. McLean used his knowledge of magic to cross the age line I set. I have to say, this is something I didn't expect..." Dumbledore said, "Although I personally want to help him Applause, but Mr. McLean’s behavior violated the rules of the Triwizard Tournament. I have to discuss with the other members of the jury to determine whether Mr. McLean’s registration is valid."

"Mr. McLean, what do you think?"

Dumbledore made a lot of sense, and Maca naturally had no reason to object. He nodded, expressing his willingness to wait for the deliberative vote of the referee.

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

"...McLean."

Maca, who was about to leave the hall, turned around, only to find that it was his former senior, Cedric Diggory, the prefect of Hufflepuff College.

"McLean, you..." He hesitated, with an embarrassed expression on his handsome face, "Do you really have to get out of 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 leave here! You should never leave here!"

He ignored the surprised gazes from the students around him, and continued: "I still remember the farewell party you organized for the seniors. I still remember you telling everyone about the beauty of school life. I still remember... everybody. We yelled "We are all Hogwarts" together!"

"But it is you who led everyone to understand the beauty of campus life, and you 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 you use facts to prove to me that my choice was wrong; to make Hogwarts a better place and make me regret the decision I made before."

Digory clenched a fist and said loudly, "I will prove it to you!"

After that, he walked quickly to the Goblet of Fire, threw the parchment note with his name into the flame, and then left without looking back.

The Bussbarton students who were coming in from the outside had to evade and let Diggory, who looked angry, through the door.

Mrs. Maxim followed her students and walked into the hall. She frowned as she watched Diggory leaving quickly, and ordered the students to line up.

The students of Boothbarton crossed the age line one by one, throwing their parchments into the blue and white flames in an orderly manner.

When the Fleur Delacour, who has Veeva blood, passed by Maca~IndoMTL.com~ she smiled gracefully and said: "Why didn't you come to Busbarton?"

The matter of Maca breaking through the age line soon spread among the students of the three major colleges, and many people were watching the results of the referees' voting.

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

As for the strength of Maca, it was spread through the newspapers of the magic world in various countries before the start of this semester. As the most influential "Daily Prophet" in the magic world in the UK, it has a lot of headlines. The country’s magic newspapers have reprinted it, and Maca’s deeds have long been a hot spot.

After all, no one wants to see this long-lost Triwizard Tournament, just become Maca's stage show.

Of course, there are always pros and cons to one thing, and some students are happy to see Maca become one of the three warriors. Most of these students belong to Durmstrang College.

Before Maca enrolled in Durmstrang, the most popular school was Krum; now, Maca firmly occupies this position.

In any case, Durmstrang's Warriors candidates are nothing more than these two people.

When there is no one in ten chances of being selected, everyone will naturally be more inclined to see a game that can be won by the warriors of their school.

To everyone's disappointment, the result of the referee's vote has not been announced yet.

At the same time, a girl who doesn’t care about these things is hiding in her room, while slapping a photo hanging in the air with her magic wand, while pursing her lips in a low voice. With.

"...I told you to talk about it! I told you to talk tomorrow! I made you sleepy... I told you to talk about it..."

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