Chapter 378 Make Up

The little wizards watched Alan eagerly, because Alan cast the spell silently. They didn't know what method Alan used to break through the age limit. In front of the three principals, they threw the parchment into the Goblet of Fire .

The entire auditorium was covered by the murmurs of the students. Alan can break through the age limit, and maybe they can, as long as they figure out how...

"You see, not only can other wizards who are old enough to cast on their behalf, but also powerful confusion spells can be done." Alan with his hands behind his back glanced at Karkaroff.

"Dumbledore, what do you think?" Karkaroff's voice was smooth again, but the smile had completely disappeared.

"What a genius idea, very talented. We underestimated these students, this is our negligence." Dumbledore praised.

"Don't follow the rules, and do everything you can to achieve your goals. Is this the quality that the young Hogwarts wizards want to develop, Dumbledore? But there is no doubt that you have your own considerations." Karkaroff said The corner of his mouth twitched, revealing a forced smile.

"Mr. Karkaroff, are you afraid that the senior students of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will not be able to compare with the junior students of Hogwarts?" Allen fixed his eyes on Karkaroff, "I I am considering whether to accept an interview with the "Daily Prophet", if I accept, how should I answer them on this matter?"

Karkaroff was exposed and frowned tightly. He ignored Alan's question angrily, and looked at Dumbledore instead, "Dumbledore, how do you deal with it?"

Dumbledore drew out his wand, pointed at the Goblet of Fire, a blue light flashed quickly, and the blue flame in the Goblet of Fire soared up and down again.

"Now, everyone can only vote for themselves. As for the powerful confusion spell, if the little wizard's level can fool the Goblet of Fire, there is no doubt that he is more qualified than many wizards who have reached his age." Dumbledore calmly say.

"Dumbledore is right. If you are really outstanding, it doesn't matter if you are younger." Ms. Maxim looked in the direction of Beauxbatons, obviously unwilling in her heart, but realized that her name entered the Goblet of Fire. She was basically considered a foregone conclusion, and she didn't intend to argue any more about it.

"Alright then. Let's see who will stand out." Karkaroff turned and left with a livid face.

"Madame Maxime, maybe you would like to try the pumpkin pies carefully made by the Hogwarts elves. Hogwarts pumpkins are always very big and sweet, um, maybe the biggest in the world... ..."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand to invite, Madam Maxime did not refuse, and walked ahead.

Dumbledore turned his head and blinked mischievously at Allen, and followed Madame Maxime.

After lunch, the little wizards talked excitedly about what had just happened. The Ravenclaws who witnessed Allen putting his name into the Goblet of Fire were extremely excited.

They have long been overwhelmed by Allen's strength and charisma, and they have no doubt that the ultimate Hogwarts warrior must be Allen.

"Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff, Angelina Johnson from Gryffindor, they all managed to put their names into the Goblet of Fire." Michael glanced at the group surrounded by little wizards. The Goblet of Fire, with fiery eyes.

"They're nowhere near you, though. I mean, they haven't beaten you even once in a Quidditch match," Michael said, getting more and more excited.

"Ouch—" Accompanied by the crisp sound of a large piece of porcelain being smashed, a sharp female scream attracted everyone's attention.

Except for the dishes scattered on the ground, Fred, one of the twin brothers of Gryffindor, flew uncontrollably towards Angeli who fell to the ground as if caught by an invisible hand Na Johnson.

Fred snorted and pressed his whole body on Angelina, whistles and laughter resounded in the auditorium.

He was pushed aside by Angelina at once,

His head hit the ground with a loud "gudong".

The two of them lay dizzy on the ground, and after a while, they stood up in a hurry.

"Fred, are you okay?" George laughed more exaggeratedly than anyone else.

"Well, it's okay." Fred also laughed. "I just wanted to try the floor, uh, see how hard it is."

"Not as hard as your head!" George teased. "You'll pay for the auditorium floor."

"It seems that Dumbledore really made up for the gap of that age, but unfortunately I still don't know how to use the powerful confusion spell." Fred said angrily.

"There will always be a way." George rolled his eyes and made a face at Angelina, "You look very good together, especially when you fell down." George laughed again.

Angelina gave him an angry look: "George, if you feel that you have encountered obstacles when you dig out your ears, then you should stop going deeper."

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, it began to rain lightly, but this could not dampen the fiery hearts of the little wizards.

Sitting by the warm fire in the common room, listening to the raindrops gently hitting the glass windows, and watching the Ravenclaws discussing the Three Witches Tournament in full swing, Allen felt very comfortable.

It wasn't until the hour hand pointed to half past five that Allen got up to prepare for the Halloween banquet—and more importantly, the announcement ceremony of the school warrior.

When Allen came to the auditorium according to the usual meal time, it was almost full of people. A delicious Hallow's Eve dinner doesn't appease the restlessness that emanates from the students.

"I wish it was Angelina," said Fred as Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down.

"I hope it's Ellen!" said Hermione, breathlessly. "Ah, we'll find out soon!"

Although the food prepared by the house-elves is very rich, the little wizards' minds are not on the dinner party.

They kept looking up, with anxious expressions on every face. They all wanted to know who had been chosen as a warrior.

The seemingly extraordinarily long dinner party finally came to an end, the golden plate was restored to its original spotless state, and the voice in the auditorium suddenly increased a lot.

Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent.

"Well, the long-awaited result is about to come." Dumbledore said, "The Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision."

The atmosphere in the auditorium became tense, and even Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim watched Dumbledore's movements closely, looking as nervous and expectant as the other little wizards.

"Here, please allow me, a bad old man, to say a few words first. Hogwarts was selected as a warrior, as long as he is willing to guarantee that he can get an O at the end of the semester, then he can skip the relevant courses. If he doesn't get an O in the end, this One course has to be made up in the next semester, using other people's rest time."

A smile appeared on Allen's face, and he knew that he had gained more time to be flexible.

Dumbledore drew out his wand, and gave it a great flick.

Immediately, except for those candles in the jack-o-lantern, all the other candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a semi-dark state.

The Goblet of Fire now emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything else in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames bursting out with sparks were almost dazzling.

Everyone watched and waited... Several well-to-do Slytherins kept taking out their pocket watches to check the time...