Chapter 591 Sign up for Competition

Later in the night, in the Gryffindor dormitory, Ivan quietly rolled out of bed, glanced at Harry and others who were still sleeping, opened the door softly, and walked towards the Great Hall.

As he expected, at this time, there was no one in the silent auditorium.

The door was open, and I guess those little wizards who had the same idea as me and tried to get up in the middle of the night to throw notes had already come.

When Ivan stepped into the door, the surroundings seemed a bit dark. The only light source was the large goblet placed on the high platform. Blue-white flames were constantly spitting out from the mouth of the cup.

"Let's try the simplest one first!" Walking straight to the edge of the age line, Ivan thought to himself, took out a piece of parchment with his name written in advance from his pocket, and then crumpled the paper into a ball. He aimed towards the mouth of the cup.

The distance of three meters was not that far. Ivan was very confident in his accuracy, so he threw the paper ball in his hand directly.

The paper ball left the hand and spun in the air, successfully crossed the age line and fell into the blue-white flame.

Just when Ivan thought he was about to succeed, the flames suddenly rose, lifting the paper ball up, and finally deflected and fell to the ground.

"Okay, it doesn't seem to work!" Seeing this scene, Ivan touched his chin and muttered to himself.

However, Ivan didn't pay too much attention to this failure. He waved his wand and cast a flying spell to summon the Goblet of Fire, but the cup didn't move at all. He could only recall the paper ball that fell to the ground and continue to try other methods.

For example, use the transformation spell to make an owl fly through the air with a note.

Unfortunately, Ivan soon discovered that the transformed owl could not even break through the age line. No matter how high it flew, it would be shaken away by a force of magic once it entered the age line.

The remaining attempts also ended in failure. Even if he tried to make the paper ball fall into the Goblet of Fire several times, it would soon be thrown out by the blue and white flames.

Obviously, in addition to the age line set by the old professor, the Goblet of Fire itself has also been cast with identification magic. There is a high probability that the paper needs to be put into the Goblet of Fire by a person to be accepted, and other creatures will not be accepted.

Ivan even suspected that he had to personally put his name in for it to count!

Even though Barty Crouch Jr. signed up for Harry without his consent in the original time and space, this guy knew a powerful confusion spell that could even change the number of participating schools, so that It must not be difficult for the Goblet of Fire to mistake him for Harry himself.

"You are deliberately making things difficult for me!" Ivan muttered to himself.

The age line coupled with the recognition ability of the Goblet of Fire is too tricky, and it is difficult to cast magic on a powerful magic item from a distance of three meters.

He originally expected that Dumbledore would leave some obvious loopholes for him to exploit, but he did not expect that the old professor would be so cruel and directly blocked all the avenues he thought of.

Thinking of this, Ivan couldn't help but frown. Could it be that he wanted to apply for help?

The solution he can think of now is to find a powerful adult wizard, such as Professor McGonagall, and ask her to cast a confusion spell on the Goblet of Fire and throw her name into it - just like Barty Crouch Jr. That way.

However, Ivan felt that according to Professor McGonagall's old-fashioned temperament, she would only provide him with some suggestions at most, and she would probably not do such things as directly helping him cheat.

Tap tap tap

Just as Ivan was thinking, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

somebody is coming? With a thought in his mind, Ivan looked back, then took out his wand and touched his chest, and said softly.

"Disillusionment Charm~"

A cool, water-like film suddenly enveloped his body, and Ivan's figure disappeared.

The footsteps outside the door are getting closer.

A moment later, a wizard who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old stepped into the auditorium. He looked around carefully in a nightgown and saw that there was no one in the dim auditorium. He breathed a sigh of relief and hesitantly turned towards the flames. The cup walked away.

Ivan, who was in the invisible state, held the wand and watched the opponent's every move.

There are usually only two possibilities for coming here at this time.

The first is that he wanted to participate in the Triwizard Tournament but was not confident in his abilities and was worried about being laughed at, so he only dared to secretly put his name into the Goblet of Fire in the middle of the night.

The second is that they are here to cause trouble. They are controlled by Voldemort and want to manipulate the Goblet of Fire, or some Death Eater has sneaked in in disguise.

Ivan quickly eliminated the second option, because the young wizard did not make any extra moves. After hesitating for a long time in front of the Goblet of Fire, he hesitantly took out a piece of parchment with his name on it from his arms and threw it away. Into the Goblet of Fire.

The blue-white flames immediately engulfed the parchment, which meant that his identity as a warrior candidate was recognized by the Goblet of Fire.

After doing all this, the young wizard seemed to have put down some burden. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then prepared to leave with both anxiety and anticipation.

Perhaps because he was too hasty when turning around, the young wizard accidentally bumped into the table in front of him, knocking his thigh on the sharp edge, which made him gasp in pain.

The Goblet of Fire on the table was also affected and shook slightly.

Ivan, who was hiding aside and observing secretly, noticed this keenly, and his eyes lit up. It seemed that the Goblet of Fire was not fixed by Dumbledore!

Doesn't that mean...

An idea popped into Ivan's mind, so he canceled the illusion spell on his body, blocked the door, and greeted him warmly.

"Good evening, senior!"

"Who?" A person suddenly appeared in the dark and quiet auditorium, frightening the wizard to death.

He took out the wand from his waist with a swipe sound and pointed tremblingly forward. After seeing Ivan's face clearly, he asked in surprise.

"Are you Hals? Why are you here?"

"Do you know me?" Ivan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but he didn't know him.

"Of course! You are the pride of our Gryffindor... Before you came to school, we had not won the House Cup for several years. Slytherin beat us every year, and there was also Quidditch..." The young wizard was very happy. He was talking excitedly about Ivan's past deeds.

"Winning the Academy Cup is the result of the joint efforts of everyone in Gryffindor. I just did what I should do." Ivan said modestly.

"By the way, I want to ask you to do me a favor? Can you do that?" Ivan asked with a smile. He didn't expect that the other party was actually his admirer. This time it was much easier to handle.

"What's the business?" The young wizard was stunned and seemed a little at a loss.

Ivan pointed to the Goblet of Fire placed on the high table and said. "It's very simple, bring that cup over here! I want to sign up to compete!"

(PS: One update today.)