Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione came downstairs to the hall, they saw more than twenty people surrounded there.Several classmates were still holding bread in their mouths, and they all looked at the goblet carefully.

The cup is placed in the center of the hall, on the stool where the sorting hat is put on each year.A thin gold line was drawn on the floor, ten feet long on each side, surrounding the cup.

"Did anyone put a name in it?" Ron asked a third-grade girl eagerly.

"Yes, all the representatives of Durmstrand," she replied, "except McLean...oh, I mean, if he can get through the golden thread."

"Has anyone in our school voted?" Ron asked immediately.

"It must have been someone who threw your name in while we slept last night." Harry said, "If it were me, I would do it... I don't want everyone to see it. If the cup rubs your name in a ball, then What a shame!"

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

"It's done," Fred whispered to Harry, Ron and Hermione in a triumphant tone, "just drink it."

"What?" Ron asked.

"Ageing agent, idiot," Fred said.

...

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

Then, the Weasley twin brothers suddenly flew toward him from the center of the hall, and fell painfully on the cold stone ground ten feet away.

With a loud popping sound, the same long white beards appeared on their jaws.

For a while, the little wizards around kept laughing.Even Fred and George got up and couldn't help laughing after seeing each other's white beard.

"I reminded you."

A low, smiling voice suddenly sounded behind Maca.Everyone turned their heads and saw Professor Dumbledore coming in through the door.

He looked at Fred and George, eyes gleaming, "I suggest you both go to Madame Pomfrey. She is already nursing Miss Fawcett in Ravenclaw and Sa in Hufflepuff. Mr. Moss, they are also determined to increase their age a bit."

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

Everyone laughed louder because of Dumbledore's words.

However, at this time, Maca walked to the gold line, and he knelt down and tapped with his magic wand.

"It's the rule again..."

Obviously Dumbledore also knows the rules, and can even apply them more skillfully.In this regard, Maca is not surprised.

Rather, with Dumbledore's unfathomable magical powers, if he hadn't touched the rules of research, that would be a surprise to him.

It's a pity that Maca still doesn't have the ability to "see" magic power on his own, and he can't quickly analyze the rules contained therein.

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

Fundamentally speaking, in order to prevent a little wizard under the age of 17 from passing through the gold thread, the first thing must be to detect the age of the entrant.

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

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

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

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

When he reached the second step, the familiar hissing sound rang again, and he immediately saw that the surrounding space seemed to be slightly distorted.

He understood that it was not that the space was distorting, but that the rules of detection and the blocking rules he prepared had collided.

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

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

Maca immediately speeded up his movements, quickly walked to the goblet of flame, and hurriedly threw the note in his hand into the blue-white flame that kept rising in the cup.

Goblet of Fire accepted his application, and the note was quickly swallowed by the flame.

After completing the task, Maca immediately turned and left the area delineated by the golden line, standing outside and let out a sigh of relief.Then he raised his head and glanced at Dumbledore calmly.

At this time, Dumbledore was looking at this side equally calmly, a sharp light shining from his pale blue pupils behind his half-moon lenses.

Unlike these two parties, the other students present were all surprised and opened their mouths.No one thought that there would be students under the age of 17 who could pass the golden line drawn by Dumbledore himself.

Everyone could not help but discuss in a low voice, guessing what method Maca used to pass; from time to time, they also 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 give.Whether to approve or deny, this is probably a very difficult choice.

"Mr. McLean used his knowledge of magic to cross the age line I set. I have to say, this is something I didn't expect..." Dumbledore said, "Although I personally want to applaud him, Mr. McLean’s behavior violated the rules of the Triwizard Tournament. I have to discuss with the other members of the jury to determine whether Mr. McLean’s registration is valid."

"Mr. McLean, what do you think?"

Dumbledore made a lot of sense, and Maca naturally had no reason to object.He nodded, expressing his willingness to wait for the deliberative vote of the referee.

At this moment, other students who wanted to sign up also came here one after another, and the surrounding suddenly became a lot of lively.

"...McLean."

Maca, who was about to leave the hall, turned around, but found that it was his former senior, Cedric Diggory, the prefect of Hufflepuff College.

"McLean, you..." He hesitated, with an embarrassed expression on his handsome face, "Do you really have to get out of Hogwarts?"

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

"But--" Diggory's voice suddenly rose, "but I don't think you should leave here! You should never leave here!"

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

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

Diggory squeezed a fist and said loudly, "I will prove it to you!"

After all, he walked quickly to the Goblet of Fire, threw the parchment note with his name into the flame, and then left without looking back.

The Bussbarton students who were coming in from the outside had to evade and let Diggory with an angry look through the door.

Mrs. Maxim followed her students and walked into the hall. She frowned as she watched Diggory leaving quickly, and ordered the students to line up.

The students of Busbarton crossed the age line one by one, throwing their parchments into the blue and white flames in an orderly manner.

When the Fleur Delacour of Veeva blood passed by Maca, she smiled gracefully and said: "Why didn't you come to Busbarton?"

The fact that Maca broke the age line quickly spread among the students of the three major colleges, and many people were watching the results of the referees' voting.

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

Regarding the strength of Maca, it was spread through the newspapers of the magic circles of various countries before the start of this semester. As the most influential "Daily Prophet" in the magic circles of the UK, its headlines were many countries’ magic. Newspapers have reprinted it, and Maca’s deeds have long been a hot spot.

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

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

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

When there is no one in ten chances of being selected, everyone will naturally be more inclined to see a game that can be won by the warriors of their school.

But to everyone's disappointment, the result of the referee's vote has not been announced.

At the same time, a girl who didn't care about these things was hiding in her room, whispering a picture hanging in the air with her magic wand while pursing her lips.

"... Tell you to talk about it! Tell you to talk tomorrow! Make you sleepy... Tell you to talk about it..."

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