Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 466: The first dream after returning to school

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However, Alan Wallup's dream of becoming a school manager has no way to come true for the time being, even if he is willing to donate a large sum of Galleons to Hogwarts.

Sean consulted with Dumbledore, and the old man seemed quite interested.

"Your father wants to join the seat of the school trustee? Oh, oh, this sounds really good, Hogwarts has not had a Muggle school trustee since the establishment of the school council!"

Sean originally thought there was something going on, but in the end Dumbledore just expressed his interest.

As the headmaster, he doesn't mind having a new generous and wealthy school manager at Hogwarts. The main problem is that other school managers cannot agree.

The board of directors of Hogwarts is basically composed of pure-blood wizards. For these "nobles", being on the board of directors with a Muggle is probably more uncomfortable than killing them.

Sean's father was very disappointed to express his regret after learning the news, and then turned around and let Lupine start to inquire about the situation in Austria.

He is going to "curve to save the country" and try his hand at Nurmengard's school director position...

In the future, Hogwarts will definitely be the place for my daughter to enter her school, but she won't be able to get a board position at Hogwarts. Maybe another school board position at the same level is also useful, isn't it?

It is conceivable how much Alan Wallup has spent on his daughter.

Although Sean felt that his father's worries were a bit unnecessary, with himself and his many friends, as well as the professors and teaching assistants at Hogwarts, it is impossible for Ella to be bullied when she enters school in the future—she would have to praise Wallop's family for her good tutoring if she doesn't bully others...

However, since my father is keen on this, let him do it, there is no harm anyway.

The noise in the auditorium was almost the loudest tonight. Everyone was very curious about the anonymous Mr. Generosity. Of course, the huge prize money for the winner of the Final Four also made everyone feel excited.

Before the long tables in each college, Sean could see many students staring at Dumbledore enthusiastically, especially those senior students.

"I know that you are all eager to win the Final Four trophy for Hogwarts," Dumbledore waited for a while before he said to everyone, "However, when the Tournament restarted, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed that there should be an age limit for the contenders from the Four Great Schools. Only students who have reached the age of seventeen—that is, above seventeen—are allowed to register for consideration."

Dumbledore's words caused many people to make a noise. Many students, especially those in the fifth and sixth grades, stood up angrily and looked at Dumbledore, as if the headmaster had said something very outrageous.

Dumbledore raised his voice slightly because of the angry protests from the audience.

"This measure is very necessary, because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh grades to handle it. I will guarantee that no student who is underage can deceive our impartial referees and become a Hogwarts warrior."

Fred and George nodded vigorously over there - they both met the age requirements and were obviously ready to give it a try.

"I think the professor is right, it is too dangerous for young wizards who are not adults."

"Yes, such a difficult task should be left to adults like us."

The twin brothers sang together, which aroused the dissatisfaction of many enthusiastic students. Some students who had not met the competition requirements stood up dissatisfiedly: "Professor, shouldn't the selection of warriors be based on individual strength?"

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, and there was a meaningful light in his blue eyes.

"You are right. Age can effectively divide the gap in strength in many cases, especially in the student stage, but this gap does not exist for some people who work harder and are more talented in magic. And a wizard really depends on strength rather than age—"

"However, the start of the competition is just around the corner, and we don't have so much time to screen out one after another. The age line is still in effect, but—" Dumbledore's gaze swept over everyone, and Sean could clearly see his gaze resting on himself for a moment, "In order to give those outstanding but underage students a chance, we have made such a decision..."

"If a student at school has reached the age of fifteen, has a Hogwarts special contribution award, has a Hogwarts position certificate, and can prove his strength and contribution, the school will issue a personal certificate-this certificate can be used to remove traces and legally own dangerous magical animals. Of course, you can also participate in the Goblet of Fire at a younger age."

"The conditions for the issuance of this certificate have a set of point calculation methods, which will be published in the new announcement. If someone thinks you are good enough, but is blocked by the age limit, then you can refer to it - Hogwarts will personally issue a certificate to those who meet all the conditions and have enough points. Of course, those who have this certificate can also sign up for this semi-finals between the ages of fifteen and seventeen."

One stone caused a thousand waves, even the students who asked the question indignantly did not expect that Dumbledore actually gave a solution-although this method seemed very strict.

Getting a Hogwarts Distinguished Contribution Award and a Hogwarts position certificate is difficult enough.

After Dumbledore finished speaking, many people directly turned their attention to Sean. Among the current students, Sean seems to be the only one who meets these conditions...

Many smart people have already thought of what Dumbledore meant—this certificate was specially awarded to Sean so that he could directly sign up for the Goblet of Fire.

In the eyes of the principal, is Sean already comparable to, or even surpassed by, the seventh-grade students... Many people have such thoughts in their hearts.

Sean touched his nose in embarrassment. He didn't expect Dumbledore to say it so directly. It felt like the public opened the back door for him...

Hermione has already whispered beside her: "A discerning eye can tell at a glance, this is specially prepared for you."

However, Dumbledore acted as if he didn't see everyone's eyes. He said solemnly: "The Final Four is not an ordinary competition, so the requirements for issuing this certificate are very strict. You can refer to the announcement for specific details, and then judge whether you meet this requirement. I have to remind people under the age of seventeen not to try to lie to others. I beg you not to waste your time in applying."

"A delegation from Nurmengard, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and will spend most of the school year with us. I know that you will be warm and friendly while our foreign guest of honor is here, and that you will support him or her wholeheartedly when a Hogwarts hero is finally chosen. Well, it is getting late, and it is important that you go into class tomorrow morning refreshed and clear-headed. Go to bed! Hurry up!"

Dumbledore sat down and talked with the other professors, the students stood up, and the sound of pushing tables and chairs in the auditorium rang out.

"Professor Dumbledore didn't say what the testing method is, maybe it's not that strict?" Sean heard Harry saying this at the door of the auditorium.

"I asked Fred and George, but those two **** refused to say anything. They obviously watched the last Goblet of Fire." Ron looked a little annoyed.

Neville, who had just become a Gryffindor prefect, was greeting the freshmen, and at the same time had to find time to tell his restless buddies: "Promise me, don't challenge Professor Dumbledore's rules."

"Hey, Neville, this is such a great opportunity. Not only can you participate in the competition to exercise yourself, but you can also do many things that you can't do normally. Oh, yes, there is also a large bonus - and didn't Professor Dumbledore give students under the age of seventeen a chance?"

"Frankly speaking, I think it's specially prepared for Sean." Ron shrugged his shoulders, saw Sean not far away, and the two smiled and waved to each other.

"Hey, buddy, cheer up, Sean is indeed very strong, so he has the qualifications to participate, but we are not weaker than some seventh graders?" Harry was a little unconvinced. What was unconvinced was that some seventh graders who he thought were not strong had the right to choose whether to participate in the competition, but he himself did not even meet the qualifications for the competition.

Ginny, the youngest girl in the Weasley family, passed by the two of them, and the grown-up and graceful little beauty spread her hands at the two of them: "I think it's better for you to make sure that your O.W.Ls at the end of five years can pass the customs smoothly."

"But now the focus is on the Goblet of Fire - come on, buddy, we might be able to get some aging potion or something."

Harry, who was so focused on participating in the competition, didn't pay much attention to what Ginny said. He pulled Ron, and the two of them didn't know where to discuss a solution.

Shawn, who had been watching this scene, smiled helplessly. Harry and the others, when there were no girls in the small group, their recklessness and impulsiveness in their hearts were not restrained at all.

However, you don't need to worry about this, and Dumbledore's magic is not something that can be concealed by aging agents.

Sean turned around and greeted the Ravenclaw freshmen together with Hermione. They were responsible for showing this group of children the Ravenclaw announcement lounge today.

Of course, it was Hermione who explained most of the time.

"Everyone line up in two lines, one team follows Sean Wallop, the other team follows me-come on, speed up, or one of you may just get lost, which is not good news, especially for freshmen."

Looking at Hermione, who already had the temperament of a strict teacher, orderly commanding all the freshmen in Ravenclaw.

After confirming that no unlucky person was swept out by the crowd, she clapped her hands: "Come, come with us."

Walking at the forefront, Sean, who had almost no work to do, yawned—it was obvious that Hermione was doing most of the work, why did he get sleepy so easily?

After all the new students were settled, Sean lay back on his familiar soft four-poster bed.

A roommate whom I haven't seen in the summer vacation is sleepy, but they are still excitedly discussing the upcoming semifinals.

"Hey, Sean, did you hear what Professor Dumbledore said?" Terry Boot threw a pack of animal neighing gummies, and said a little excitedly.

"Of course, oh, woo—" Sean threw a fudge into his mouth casually, and let out a wolf howling sound, "This taste is really exciting—well, do you want to try to sign up too?"

Another roommate, Michael Kona, spread his hands exaggeratedly: "Don't be silly, Sean, it must have been prepared specially for you by Dumbledore. Currently, the only students who have won the Special Contribution Award among the school students are you and Stephanie Ollivander, who is in the seventh grade. Ollivander looks like a first-year student, but she must be an adult. This contribution award is useless for her to sign up for the competition. It is obviously for you."

Sean took off his clothes and lay down on the bed: "Well, do you think I should sign up?"

Anthony Goldstein said loudly: "Of course, Sean, the semi-finals competition, this is the highest honor for a student in school, and everyone knows your strength. You have already been on the same level as a graduate—or stronger?"

Several people laughed and looked at Xiao En even more fieryly.

Sean adjusted the position of the pillow: "Oh, I'm hard to say about my strength, but I'm really interested."

"Come on, Sean, when the time comes, we will lead the girls from all grades to cheer for you!" Terry said excitedly.

"Stop pretending, Terry, you can't talk to the girls—and when Sean plays, they will spontaneously form a cheerleading team."

"I can design cheering words for them!"

"Your literary quality, I can't say..."

The noisy and excited conversation continued until midnight, and finally, everyone couldn't hold back the rising sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Sean was the one who slept the latest. Although he was lazy, he was always in good spirits.

He has already made up his mind that he must participate in the Final Four, but he doesn't know who his other two teammates will be...

One name after another floated in my mind~IndoMTL.com~In the scenes of various imaginary competitions, Sean also fell into a deep sleep.

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"Sean, are you still leaving? Didn't you say that the prefect should prepare in advance?" In the early morning, the roommate shouted.

"Go right away, don't wait for me." Frowning, Sean replied, and then walked to the mirror.

Dreaming again...

Everything in the dream was so blurry that Sean couldn't see anything clearly. But he can feel a huge sense of oppression, he can feel the warm liquid on the corner of his mouth, and he can feel the weaker and weaker breath of the surrounding creatures...

In the dream, only the moon is clear. The self in the dream raised his head, and there was a huge fuzzy black shadow passing by in the sky, and above it was a clear, bright and soft full moon.

This is not the first time Sean has had this kind of dream. The self in the dream does not always feel like the real self, and those dreams also have one thing in common, the moon in the sky is very clear.

"Is this a coincidence or some kind of omen?" Sean, who couldn't interpret dreams, was a little distressed.