Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

The six headmasters, Crouch, and Bagman surrounded the Holy Grail and looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

After arriving at Hogwarts, the Holy Grail was such a novelty that several headmasters had studied it in Dumbledore's office, but they could see very little, and now it was just a formality.

Bagman had the least psychological burden. He took out his wand with a serious face, gestured on the Holy Grail for a long time, nodded from time to time, and then stepped aside.

"No problem."

Then Fontana walked up, admired the gorgeous carvings on it for two minutes, and reached out to touch it.

"Check the age line." Crouch suddenly said, and won the unanimous approval of Madam Maxime and others.

Karkaroff walked around the age line and praised: "As expected of Dumbledore, the magic is perfect, even I find it very difficult to crack it."

"Why do you want to crack it?"

Crouch looked at him coldly: "Karkaroff, put away your little thoughts, I am free now, I will keep an eye on you."

Karkaroff's face changed: "You are slandering me! I am just praising Dumbledore, who wants to crack this age line!"

"It's better to do so." Crouch snorted coldly and ignored him.

Karkaroff and Crouch are old friends. Crouch sentenced him to Azkaban. If he hadn't betrayed enough people, he would still be in prison now. The two naturally don't get along.

But Karkaroff never thought that Crouch would be so aggressive.

He is the headmaster of Durmstrang now, can't he save some face?

Fifteen minutes later, they returned to their seats, and Dumbledore stood up again, "The selection will last for two days, and we will announce the results at the banquet on Halloween..."

Seeing that some people were eager to sign up, Dumbledore could only emphasize again:

"I sincerely remind you that the Holy Grail War is not a joke. Please make a decision after careful consideration. The early or late registration time will not affect your chances of being selected. Please consider it seriously..."

Old Dumbledore has said this. If you sign up in a hurry, you will not give your leader face.

No matter how urgent it is, you can only wait until tomorrow.

The students left in an orderly manner, and Wayne came to the long table of Beauxbatons and took Gabrielle away.

He made an appointment with the little loli tonight to tell stories all night, and Gardevoir will send her back to Fleur's dormitory tomorrow morning.

Now Wayne's daily schedule is full, and he can barely maintain a balance. It can be said that 663 is very tired.

As for the Holy Grail and the game, he is too lazy to care about it anymore, let Dumbledore worry about it.

Fred and George deliberately walked slower, as if they were waiting for someone.

"Bati, Ludo, do you want to have a drink?" Dumbledore invited the two people who came from afar, but his eyes wereHe only looked at Crouch.

Knowing what Dumbledore meant, Crouch turned his head and said, "Ludo, the ministry needs a report for today. Please help me write it."

Bagman, who was about to agree to Dumbledore, immediately nodded flatteringly, "Leave it to me, Barty, I'll go back to the ministry now."

"Sorry Albus, save the wine, I won't miss it next time."

After saying that, he hurried to the door. Fred and George, who had been staring at him, immediately came to greet him.

If it were in the past, Bagman would definitely turn around and run away, but now... he has a big shot!

"This is not a place to talk, just take me to find a room."

Before the twins could speak, he took the lead.

Fred and George looked at each other in doubt, but still took Bagman away.

Dumbledore looked at their backs as they left, thinking: "It seems... Ludo respects you very much?"

Crouch did not shy away and said bluntly: "Mr. Lawrence is very good at using money to achieve some small goals, and he has the capital to do so."

Spend money to maintain the network and expand influence.

This has become an instinct of the old London Union Jack aristocrats.

However, Dumbledore only mentioned it casually and did not care about the twists and turns inside. He did not keep Crouch for such a small matter.

The two came to the office.

Dumbledore took out a suitcase, opened it, and walked in with Crouch.

The area inside was about the same size as the office. There was nothing but a bed. Little Barty was lying on the bed at this time, unconscious.

Seeing his son again after a few months, Crouch's expression was unchanged, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"I have arranged an elf to wake him up for meals every day, and he is in a coma the rest of the time."

Dumbledore said softly, "Mr. Crouch, do you have anything to say?"

"No." Crouch shook his head gently: "Mr. Lawrence has told me everything. As long as the Dark Lord can be dealt with, it's okay for him to die now."

"Oh?" Dumbledore was a little curious: "Wayne told me that I must save his life and leave it to you to make the decision. I thought you would save him."

"Dumbledore."

Crouch's expression was slightly cold: "Don't make meaningless tests on me. I rescued him because of my deceased wife's entrustment. At that time, I didn't expect the Dark Lord to come back."

"If he knew... he would disappear from this world forever as soon as he was released from prison."

There was no falsehood in these words. Dumbledore could hear that Crouch would really do this.

It's just... you think too bad of me, I just told you Wayne's decision.

Dumbledore was a little depressed, "I brought you to see him, just because I think you are his's father. "

"That's not necessary." Crouch shook his head decisively: "I will treat this son as if he doesn't exist in the future. You can use him however you want."

Dumbledore felt even more uncomfortable

Is it possible that he will not speak human language as long as he knows Lawrence!

"But..."

Crouch's face suddenly became hesitant.

"What's the difficulty?" Dumbledore asked.

"No." Crouch's hand moved, and the wand turned into a whip covered with barbs.

"I just think that since I'm here, it's a bit unfair to just look at him, so I want to move my body."

Dumbledore: "......."

After holding it in for a long time, he finally said: "Don't beat him to death."

"Don't worry, I know my limits. "Crouch's eyes flashed with excitement, and he whipped him.

He now understood why Wayne liked to whip his son so much.

"Albus, help me remove his coma spell."

Half an hour later.

Crouch left the principal's office with a satisfied and regretful expression.

It was really fun to beat him, but it was a pity that I just realized it was a little late.

The Hufflepuff common room was very lively at this time.

"Who else wants to sign up!" a student asked loudly.

"I'm going to try." The speaker was the seventh-year Hufflepuff female head, she smiled and said, "Although the chance of being selected is not high, the important thing is to participate."

"That makes sense, I'll try it too."

"What if I'm selected? I don't want to get hurt. The book says that many players have died in previous competitions. It's too dangerous. ”

“I want to join, too. My birthday is only two months away.”

While everyone was discussing, Wayne and Cedric were sitting on the sofa by the fireplace, warming themselves by the fire. Gabrielle was placed in a box by her, and she was teasing Tuan Tuan with Sniff.

“How about it, have you decided?”

“Let’s join.” Cedric smiled, “As long as perverts like you don’t sign up, I think I still have a good chance.”

Wayne raised a middle finger, “Your opponent is not in the school, but outside the school.”

Hearing this, Cedric’s face fell.

“You mean Miss Delacour? Wayne, you can’t favor other schools, even if she is your girlfriend.”

“Qiu, Hermione, and Astoria, it’s three to one, not counting Penelope and Grace, you should help me anyway. ”

“Get lost, I won’t help anyone, it’s all up to you.” Wayne waved his hand speechlessly.

“Besides, your biggest rival is Fleur, she barely counts as half.”

Fleur used to be no match for Cedric, she was a little biased in her studies, and not as calm as Cedric, although she signed a contract with the Round Table last year, (aeca) improving her talent, but it didn’t last long,There was no gap between them.

"Who are you referring to?" Cedric was puzzled.

Wayne said softly: "Sakura."

"Huh?"

"That cute girl from the magic house?" Cedric confirmed again.

"You heard it right. If nothing unexpected happens, Sakura is the one who is most likely to win."

Wayne picked up the pistachios on the coffee table and ate them while saying: "Don't look at Sakura's young age, but she has a deep family background and strong talent. Don't underestimate her."

Sakura should be one of the most talented people Wayne has ever seen, about the same as Snape.

However, this talent is more about the development of Clow Cards.

And Snape is in the creation of spells and the research of potions.

"I know." Cedric suddenly became more serious. He would not doubt Wayne's words, and his vigilance against Sakura was directly raised to the highest level.

The next day, Friday.

At seven o'clock, as soon as the hall opened, a large group of young wizards rushed in, holding bread in their mouths, and looking around to see who would sign up.

Not long after, the senior students of Durmstrang came. They lined up in front of the Holy Grail, and each of them met the registration requirements.

"Let's start." Karkaroff said gloomily, standing aside and watching.

The first student walked into the magic circle and imitated Dumbledore yesterday, shooting a magic. In less than ten seconds, the Holy Grail flashed, indicating that the registration was successful.

Then the second, the third...

When it was Krum's turn, the surrounding discussions became much louder, and Karkaroff also encouraged him kindly, as if Krum was his only student.

"He will definitely become a warrior." Ron said enviously.

Harry had a different opinion: "Not necessarily. Being good at Quidditch doesn't mean you have a high level of magic."

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Ron lowered his voice a little: "I have asked the students at Durmstrang. Krum's grades in school are very good. Their principal is very optimistic about him. He is basically an insider."

Hearing this, Harry's impression of Krum was a little worse.

Not long ago, he accidentally ran into Moody and Karkaroff having a conflict and learned that Karkaroff was once a Death Eater.

All of a sudden, Harry felt a little disgusted with Durmstrang.

Now that he heard that Krum was highly regarded by Karkaroff, he felt even more awkward.

But he didn't tell anyone else. This was just his own subjective judgment and he would not interfere with other people's opinions.

The two continued to stare at the Holy Grail and watched the students go down one by one.

As if it was pre-arranged, after the students from Durmstrang signed up, the students from Ugadu followed, and then Beauxbatons.

The students from Hogwarts saw such a long line., and could only watch from the sidelines.

Until breakfast was over and classes were about to start, only half of the students at Beauxbatons had signed up.

It was not easy to make the Holy Grail react. Some students only needed a few seconds, while others took several minutes. The Holy Grail did not move and was finally called down by the principals.

If you can't even pass this level, it's useless to sign up, so don't waste everyone's time.

When Fleur successfully signed up, Wayne smiled at her and took Chise to the History of Magic classroom.

In fact, after the first Durmstrang student signed up, Wayne, as the true owner of the Holy Grail, had already felt it.

The ancient ritual was activated, and the power of the Holy Grail would be fully activated as long as the final winner was determined. []

Even he couldn't change the specific process.

But there were some small permissions that could make the competition more fun.

"I always feel like you're thinking about something bad." Chiyo, who was holding a textbook and looking at Wayne, suddenly said.

The boy came back to his senses and shook his head quickly: "No, it's impossible, don't talk nonsense."

"You just laughed." Chiyo blinked her big eyes, moved a little closer, and asked curiously: "Did you think of something interesting? Can you tell me?"

"Really not, or I haven't thought about it yet."

"Then you must tell me if you have thought about it."

"It depends on the situation."

The two walked up the stairs. Sakura, who was standing in the hallway, looked at their backs and opened her mouth.

Why do I feel... something is wrong?

It was afternoon, and many Hogwarts students had already signed up.

At noon, Angelina stepped into the magic circle and successfully activated the Holy Grail. The Gryffindor students almost overturned the table.

Then it was Cedric. Surrounded by a group of Hufflepuffs, he also succeeded.

Angelina snorted and walked back to her seat with her high ponytail.

Since Cedric's beauty trick in the Quidditch match last semester, Cedric has become the least popular among the Gryffindor girls. Many people call him a scumbag.

In order to win the game, he even came up with such a vicious plan.

Cedric was speechless.

It was obviously Wayne who came up with it, why did he blame him for it.

How can he find a girlfriend like this!

"We can't go on like this, George."

Hiding in the hallway, looking at the glittering Holy Grail, the twins were eager to make a move.

"All or nothing, Fred, give it a try, that's three thousand Galleons."

Although Bagman returned all their money yesterday, who would think that they have too much money?

The twins were still unwilling to not be able to participate in the Holy Grail War just because of a few months of age difference.

George took out a small bottle of azure liquid, "Aging agent, everyOne drop per person is enough. There are two of us, so the chance of being selected as a doubled warrior is doubled."

Fred shook his head: "I don't think we can be so reckless. That's Dumbledore's magic."

"Are you really Fred?" George looked at his brother in surprise, "Then what else can you do?"

"What do you think of doing this..." Fred whispered something in George's ear, and George nodded heavily.

The two got up and found Ron who was having dinner..