Hogwarts Blood Wizard

In the latter half of the night, in the Gryffindor bedroom, Ivan quietly turned up from the bed, glanced at Harry and the others who were still sleeping, opened the door gently, and walked towards the auditorium.

As he had imagined, at this point in time, the silent auditorium was empty.

The door was open, and all the little wizards who tried to get up in the middle of the night to throw papers like their own thoughts had already come.

Inside the entrance of Ivan Mai, the surroundings looked a little dark, and the only light source was the large goblet placed on the high platform, and blue and white flames were constantly spitting out from the mouth of the cup.

"Try the easiest 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. Aimed at the mouth of the cup.

The distance of three meters is not too far, and Ivan is still very confident of his quasi-head, so he directly threw the paper ball in his hand.

The ball of paper was spinning in the air away from the hand, and it passed the age line very smoothly, and fell into the blue-white flame.

Just when Ivan thought he was going to succeed, the flames suddenly rose, lifted the ball of paper, and finally deflected and fell to the ground.

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

However, Ivan didn't care too much about this defeat. He waved his wand and cast a flying curse to summon the goblet of fire, but the cup didn't move. He had to recall the paper ball that had fallen to the ground and continued to try other methods.

For example, using Transfiguration Curse to make an owl flying through the air with a note.

It's a pity that Ivan soon discovered that the transformed owl couldn't even break through the age line, no matter how high it flew, as long as it entered the age line, it would be shaken by a magical force.

The remaining attempts also ended in failure. Even if he tried several times to make the paper ball fall into the goblet of fire, he 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 given recognition magic. The high probability is that the paper that needs to be put into the Goblet of Fire will be accepted, and other creatures will not work.

Ivan even suspected that he had to put his name in by himself.

Don’t look at Barty Crouch Jr. in the original time and space who signed up for him without Harry’s consent, but this guy will be a powerful confusing spell, even the number of participating schools can be changed, so It must not be difficult for the Goblet of Fire to mistake him for Harry himself.

"This is deliberately embarrassing me!" Ivan muttered to himself.

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

He originally expected Dumbledore to leave some obvious loopholes for himself to drill, but he didn't expect the old professor to be so cruel that he would directly block all the paths he thought of.

Thinking of this, Ivan's brows wrinkled involuntarily, is it possible to apply for help?

The way he can think of now is to find a powerful adult wizard, such as Professor McGonagall, let her impose a confusing spell on the Goblet of Fire and cast her name in it—just like Barty Crouch Jr. did. Like that.

However, Ivan felt that according to Professor McGonagall's staid temperament, she would only give herself some advice at best, and I am afraid that she would not be able to directly help cheating.

Step on...

Just as Ivan was thinking about it, a footstep suddenly came from outside the door.

someone is coming?With a thought, Ivan turned his head and glanced, then drew his wand and tapped his chest, muttering softly.

"Charm~ (phantom body curse)"

A cool, water-like film suddenly enveloped the whole body, and Ivan's figure disappeared in place.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer.

After a while, a wizard who looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old stepped into the auditorium. He wore a nightgown and looked around carefully, and saw that there was no one in the dim auditorium. He breathed a sigh of relief and hesitated towards the flames. Go for the cup.

Ivan, who was in a state of invisibility, held the magic wand and stared at each other's every move.

There are usually only two possibilities to come here at this time.

The first is that he wants to participate in the top three but is not confident in his own ability and is 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 to make things happen, controlled by Voldemort and want to do something on the Goblet of Fire, or some Death Eater sneaked in in disguise.

Ivan quickly ruled out the second option, because the young wizard didn't have any extra actions. After standing in front of the goblet of fire for a long time, he hesitated and took out a piece of parchment with the name written on it. Into the goblet of fire.

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

After finishing all of this, the young wizard seemed to have let go of some burden, and slowly heaved a sigh of relief, and then prepared to leave with anxiety and expectation.

Perhaps because he was too anxious when he turned around, the young wizard accidentally bumped into the table in front of him, his thigh knocked on the sharp corner, and he gasped in pain.

The goblet of flame placed on the table was also affected and shook slightly.

Ivan, who was observing in secret, was keenly aware of this, and his eyes lit up. It seemed that the Goblet of Fire had not been fixed by Dumbledore!

Doesn't that mean...

An idea popped out of Ivan's mind, and he cancelled the phantom spell, blocked the door, and greeted enthusiastically.

"Good evening, senior!"

"Who?" A person suddenly emerged from the dark, secluded auditorium, frightening the wizard.

With a swipe, he took out the magic wand attached to his waist, tremblingly pointed to the front, and after seeing Ivan's face clearly, he asked uncertainly.

"You are... Hals? Why are you here?"

"Do you know me?" Ivan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. He didn't know each other.

"Of course! You are the pride of our Gryffindor... We hadn't won the Academy Cup for many years before you came to school. Every year Slytherin beats us, and Quidditch..." The young wizard said It was excited to talk about the past deeds of Ivan.

"Winning the Academy Cup is the result of the joint efforts of everyone in Gryffindor. I just did something that should be done." Ivan said modestly.

"By the way, I want to ask you to do me a favor? Can you?" Ivan asked with a smile, but he didn't expect the other party to be suspicious of his admirer. This is much easier.

"What's up?" The young wizard was stunned, looking a little at a loss.

Ivan pointed his finger at the goblet of flame placed on the high table and spoke."Very simple, take that cup over! I want to register for the competition!"

(PS: One more today.)