Chapter 172

In addition, in addition to being Moody's former boss, old Barty Crouch had a judicial transaction with Karkaroff, and it was he who released Karkaroff from Azkaban, so the relationship between them The relationship between them is also a bit awkward. Therefore, for their conflict, he can only watch the whole process without interfering.

This time: the criminal who was released from prison and the Asir who once arrested him, the undercover agent and the second or fifth son, the father and son who turned against each other, the criminal and the politician who dealt behind the scenes, the boss and the subordinate... All kinds of relationships are all gathered on the body of the three people , If Harry Potter was a cop movie or an ethics drama, then he would have been able to make up fifty-two wonderful episodes of intrigue in half a million words.

The next day was Saturday, and Hermione took Ye Ting to see the Goblet of Fire early in the morning.

Generally speaking, students go to breakfast very late. However, Ye Ting and Hermione were not the only ones who got up much earlier than usual weekends. When they went downstairs into the foyer, they saw more than twenty people gathered around, some still eating bread, and they were all looking at the Goblet of Fire. The cup was placed in the middle of the hall, on the stool where the Sorting Hat was accustomed to. A thin gold line, ten feet long on each side, was drawn on the floor, enclosing the cup in the middle.

"Did anyone put names in?" Hermione asked a third-year girl.

"Yes, all Durmstrang representatives," she replied, "but I haven't seen anyone sign up at Hogwarts."

"Someone must have put your name in while we were sleeping last night." George Weasley popped out. "If it was me, I would have done it...don't want anyone to see it. If the cup crumpled your name into one Throwing the regiment out, what a shame!"

"So, how do I put my name in?" Hermione looked at Ye Ting.

"Age Boundaries!" said Fred Weasley, his eyes twinkling. "That's easy, sure, you can be fooled by ageing agents, right? As long as your name is in that cup, you're happy. Laugh—it can't tell who's seventeen and who's less than seventeen!"

"They're right." Hermione suddenly realized, "The Goblet of Fire itself can never tell the age, otherwise the professor wouldn't add an age limit."

"In fact, we have succeeded!" Fred said proudly.

"What was successful?" Ye Ting asked.

"Aging agent," Fred said. "We just drank it."

"A drop of each," said George, rubbing his hands in joy, "we only need a few more months to grow."

"The method of using age-enhancing agents is too obvious," Ye Ting reminded blankly, "Dumbledore will definitely think of this in advance, and he can't help but guard against it."

Yet the twins' enthusiasm was not dampened by his reminder.

"Are you ready?" said Fred, trembling with excitement, to the other two. "Then, come on—I'll go in first—"

From his pocket he took a piece of parchment with the words "Fred Weasley - Hogwarts" written on it.

He walked straight to the edge of the age line and stood there, rocking on tiptoe like a diver preparing to jump off a fifty-foot platform. Then, under the gaze of every pair of eyes in the hall, he took a deep breath and crossed the line.

For a split second, everyone thought that Fred had succeeded—George must have thought so too, and he shouted triumphantly and jumped forward after Fred—but then a hissing sound was heard. , a pair of twins were thrown outside the golden circle as if an invisible shot putter had thrown them out.

They fell in pain on the cold stone ground ten feet away, and they were humiliated beyond the physical pain. With a loud crack, the same long white beards emerged from their chins.

The people in the hall burst into laughter. Even Fred and George couldn't help laughing when they got up and saw each other's white beards.

"I warned you," said a low, amused voice, and everyone turned to see Professor Dumbledore coming out of the Great Hall.

He looked at Fred and George, his eyes twinkling. "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey. She's already nursing Miss Fawcett in Ravenclaw and Sarah in Hufflepuff. Mr. Moss, and they both made up their minds to age a little. But I must say, their beards are far less beautiful than yours."

Chapter 0239 Provocation from Beauxbatons

After George and Fred left, finally a few Hogwarts little wizards managed to cast names.

First up was Angelina John, a tall, dark-skinned girl who worked as a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She managed to throw her name into the Goblet of Fire, causing a lot of cheers.

Also, it was mentioned that Wallins of Slytherin got up early in the morning and cast his name in. He's a big guy who looks like a sloth.

After a while, Beauxbatons' students came in from the grounds through the front door, and Hermione noticed that among them was the sister of the half-breed Veela sisters. Those surrounding the Goblet of Fire stepped back, let them pass, and watched eagerly.

Madame Maxime followed her pupils into the foyer and ordered them to line up. One by one, Bujbarton students crossed the age line, throwing their parchments into the blue-white flames. As each name was thrown into the flames, the flames quickly turned red and burst into sparks.

After Furong cast her name, she saw Ye Ting among the onlookers, she happily joined

Go ahead.

"Good morning, little referee." She had a smile in her eyes, as if seeing Ye Ting made her very happy, "If I become Beauxbatons' representative, you must take care of me on the field."

"Don't worry, I can guarantee that you will never die on the field," Ye Ting said jokingly, "Also, I'm actually not young anymore."

The old driver seized the opportunity to take a wave of cars.

However, Furong immediately understood, as expected of a French and mixed-race Veela. Although she had no personal experience, she still understood.

"You..." Furong blushed a little when Ye Ting said it, she smacked Ye Ting lightly, "You're too much, how can you say this to a girl if you have a word."

"I thought we were very familiar." Ye Ting shrugged innocently.

Their intimate conversation not only made Hermione dissatisfied, but also angered several young Beauxbatons.

These boys are in the same school as Fleur, and they have been pursuing her for a long time. However, looking at the whole of Beauxbatons, no one has been able to take down this stunning mixed-race Veela for several years, even one who has an ambiguous relationship with her. It's just that there are no close boys.

However, now a boy from a foreign school can be so close to Furong, and they also found that there are several beautiful girls from Hogwarts around this boy, who are more flowery at first glance.

How can this be tolerated?

Several of the boys who were ranked behind Furong had already exploded in temper.

"Hey! Don't think it's amazing that you're a referee." One of the boys from Beauxbatons blurted out, "What's the point of pretending to be high-strength?"

"I think he's just talking nonsense because he doesn't have to participate in the selection of the Goblet of Fire, and he doesn't have to play the game." Another boy sneered, "This way he won't expose his weak strength to the Goblet of Fire. ."

"Enough, Maxwell, Stein," Furong said angrily and loudly, "You don't know Ting, so don't talk about it."

"You must have been deceived by him," said the boy named Maxwell proudly, as if he had discovered the truth, "You don't know, some people are very good at deceiving people, I Guess his strength is definitely not strong, but he is usually bragging, and the Goblet of Fire will select contestants based on strength, he must be afraid of revealing his true side, so he finds a relationship to be the referee."

His remarks caused the little wizards present, whether from Hogwarts or Beauxbatons, to look at him.

He was obviously proud of being noticed by so many people.

However, what he didn't know was that, unlike the little wizards at Beauxbatons, the little wizards at Hogwarts looked at him not with approval, but with pity and contempt.

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Ye Ting has never been too polite to those who provoke him. Malfoy in Slytherin is the person who hates Ye Ting the most in the whole Hogwarts, but since he was treated well by Ye Ting in person" "Education" a few times, he began to avoid staying in the same place with Ye Ting as much as possible, and he looked trembling in front of Ye Ting.

They were already looking forward to how Ye Ting would treat the two Beauxbatons.

However, beyond their expectations, Ye Ting just said indifferently: "Instead of caring about me, it is better to be concerned about whether you can participate in this game."

Then there is no text.

How is this possible?

Little wizards are very strange.

This is completely out of Ye Ting's character.

At this time, Madame Maxime had already stood up, and she severely criticized the two boys.

And Furong also hurriedly said to Ye Ting, "Oh, Maxwell and Stein don't know you, don't know the sky and the sky, that's why they say such a thing, you don't care about them, okay?"

The two of them knew Ye Ting's strength, so they didn't believe such remarks at all.

At the request of Mrs. Maxim, the two of them apologized to Ye Ting, but looking at them, it was as if they had won a big victory - after all, in their eyes, Ye Ting was cowardly and acquiesced to their words.

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