Chapter 158 Age Boundary

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

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione came down the stairs together to the entrance hall, they saw a crowd of about two dozen people. A few students still had bread in their mouths, and they were all looking at the Goblet of Fire carefully.

The cup was placed in the very center of the hall, on the same stool where the Sorting Hat was placed each year during the sorting. A thin gold line was drawn on the floor, ten feet long on each side, and bounded the cup in the middle.

"Anyone put their names in?" Ron asked eagerly of a third-year girl.

"Yes, all of Durmstrang's representatives," she replied, "except McClain... oh, I mean, if he's got a way through that golden thread."

"Has anyone from our school voted?" Ron asked again.

"Someone must have put their name in it while we were sleeping last night," said Harry. "I would have done it... and didn't want people to see it. If the cup crumpled up your name and threw it out, then What a shame!"

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

"There," Fred whispered triumphantly to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "just down."

"What?" Ron asked.

"Aging agent, fool," said Fred.

...

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

Then, suddenly, the Weasley twins flew towards him from the center of the hall, falling painfully ten feet away on the cold stone floor.

With a loud crack, two identical long white beards sprouted from their chins.

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

"I reminded you."

A deep, smiling voice suddenly sounded behind Maca. Everyone turned their heads and saw Professor Dumbledore walking in from the door.

He looked at Fred and George with a twinkle in his eye, "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey. She is already nursing Miss Fawcett in Ravenclaw and Sarah in Hufflepuff." Mr. Mers, and they are also determined to increase their age a little."

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

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

However, at this time, Maca walked to the side of the golden thread, and he knelt down and tapped it lightly with his wand.

"It's a rule again..."

Obviously Dumbledore also understands the rules, and can even apply them more skillfully. Maca was not surprised by this.

Rather, with Dumbledore's unfathomable magical power, it would be a surprise to him if he hadn't touched the rule research.

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

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

Fundamentally speaking, in order to prevent little wizards under the age of 17 from passing through the golden thread, the first thing to do is to ascertain the age of the entrant.

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

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

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

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

When he took the second step, the familiar hiss sounded again, and he immediately saw that the space around him seemed to be slightly distorted.

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

Just this morning, he drew a rune pattern composed of Phoenician runes on his arm, but it is obvious that Dumbledore's rule power is purer and stronger than his.

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

Maca immediately sped up his movements, quickly walked to the Goblet of Fire, 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 entry, and the note was quickly consumed by the flames.

After completing the task, Maca immediately turned around and left the area delineated by the gold line, and let out a soft breath while standing outside. Then he looked up and gave Dumbledore a placid look.

At this time, Dumbledore was looking at this side calmly, and a sharp light appeared in his 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 were students under the age of 17 who could pass the golden line drawn by Dumbledore himself.

Everyone couldn't help discussing in a low voice, guessing how Maca got through; from time to time, they even 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 make. Approval or veto, this is probably a very difficult choice.

"Mr. McLean crossed the age limit I set with his magical knowledge. I have to say, I didn't expect this..." Dumbledore said, "Although I personally want to applaud him, but Mr. McLean's behavior violated the rules of this Triwizard Tournament, and I have to discuss with other members of the referee team to decide whether Mr. McLean's registration is valid."

"Mr. McLean, what do you think?"

What Dumbledore said made sense, and Maca naturally had no reason to object. He nodded, expressing his willingness to wait for the referee's discussion and vote.

At this moment, other students who wanted to sign up also came here one after another, and the surroundings suddenly became much more 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 for a moment, a troubled expression appeared on his handsome face, "Do you really, have to leave Hogwarts?"

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

"But—" Digory's voice suddenly rose, "but I don't think you should leave here! You should be the last person to leave here!"

Regardless of the surprised eyes from the students around him, he continued: "I still remember the farewell party you held for the seniors, I still remember you telling everyone the beauty of school life, I still remember... everyone shouted together 'We are all Hogwarts'!"

"But it was 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 the facts to prove to me that my choice is wrong; make Hogwarts a better place, and make me regret the decisions I made before."

Digory clenched his fists and said loudly, "I will prove it to you!"

After finishing speaking, he walked quickly to the Goblet of Fire, threw the parchment with his name written on it into the flames, and then left without looking back.

Beauxbaton's students who were entering from the outside had to dodge to the side, allowing Digory with an angry face to pass through the doorway.

Madam Maxime followed her students into the hall, she frowned as Diggory left quickly, and ordered the students to line up.

Beauxbaton's students crossed the age line one by one, throwing their parchments into the blue and white flames in perfect order.

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

The fact that Maca broke the age limit quickly spread among the students of the three major colleges, and many people were waiting to see the results of the referee's vote.

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

Regarding the strength of Maca, it was spread through the newspapers of the magic world in various countries as early as this semester. As the most influential "Daily Prophet" in the magic world in the UK, its headlines include the magic of many countries. Newspapers have reprinted it, and Maca's deeds have already become a hot topic for a while.

After all, no one wants to see this long-lost Triwizard Tournament become a stage show for Maca alone.

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

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

When the possibility of being selected is not one in ten, everyone will naturally be more inclined to see a game won by their school's warriors.

But to everyone's disappointment, the results of the referee's vote have not been announced for a long time.

Meanwhile, some girl who didn't care about these things was hiding in her room, whacking with her wand at a picture hanging in the air, pursing her lips and muttering softly.

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

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