Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

According to past habits, Hogwarts students are going to have breakfast very late. However, today everyone can’t wait to get up early.

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione went downstairs to the foyer, they saw more than twenty people around. There are a few students who still carry bread in their mouths, and they are carefully looking at the Goblet of Fire.

The cup is placed in the center of the foyer, and it rests on the stool of Sorting Hat when it is in the separate house every year. A thin gold thread was drawn on the floor, each side being ten feet long, with the cup in the middle.

“Someone put the name in?” Ron eagerly asked a girl from Third Year.

“Yes, all representatives of Durmstrang,” she replied, “except McLorne…oh, I mean, if he has a way to pass the gold line.”

“Is anyone in our school voted?” Ron asked again.

“There was someone who asked us to put the name into it when we slept last night,” Harry said. “If it was me, I would do it… I don’t want everyone to see it. If the cup smashes your name and throws it out, then Lose your face!”

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

“It’s done,” Fred said to Harry, Ron, and Hermione in a smug tone. “Just drink it.”

“What?” Ron asked.

“Aging agent, stupid,” Fred said.

……

When Marx walked to the hall, he happened to hear a creaking noise.

Then, the Weasley Family’s pair of live treasure twin brother suddenly flew from the center of the hall towards him, painfully falling on the cold stone floor ten feet away.

With a loud crackle, two people had the same white long beard on their chin.

For a time, the surrounding young wizards sneered. Even Fred and George got up and saw the other’s white beard and couldn’t help laughing heartily.

“I reminded you.”

A low, smiling voice suddenly sounded behind Marx. Everyone turned around and saw Professor Dumbledore coming in from the door.

He looked at Fred and George with ray of light in his eyes. “I suggest that both of you go to Madam Pomfrey. She is already caring for Miss Fosters of Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers of Hufflepuff. They are also Make up your mind to increase your age.”

“But I have to say that their beards are far less beautiful than yours.”

Because of Dumbledore’s words, everyone laughed even louder.

However, at this time, Marx walked to the side of the gold line, and he knelt down and gently clicked on the wand.

“It’s the rule…”

Obviously Dumbledore knows the rules and can even apply the rules more subtly. Marx is not surprised by this.

It would be better to say that Dumbledore’s unfathomable magic power, if he hasn’t touched the rule study, is something that surprises him.

It’s a pity that Marx still can’t “see” the reliability of magic power on his own, and he can’t quickly resolve the rules contained in it.

But for him at the moment, it is not necessary to analyze the rules. Marx has long been prepared for how to pass it.

Fundamentally, to prevent the young wizard who is under 17 from passing the gold line, the first thing is to find out the age of the entrant.

To get rid of the difficulty of applying the rules, what Marx has to do is very simple, that is, to shield everything from his body and soul.

Using rules to deal with rules is straightforward but effective.

The next moment, Marx stepped into the gold line in the surprised look of the young wizards.

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

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

He understands that it is not that the space is distorted, but that the rules of the exploration type collide with the blocking rules he has prepared.

Just this morning, he drew a rune map of Phoenician magic on his arm, but it is clear that Dumbledore’s rule power is purer and more powerful than his.

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

Marx immediately speeded up the move and quickly walked over to the Goblet of Fire, hurling the paper in his hand into the blue white flame that kept rising in the cup.

Goblet of Fire accepted his registration and the note was swallowed up by the flame.

Marx, who completed the task, immediately turned away from the scope of the gold line, standing outside and gently spit out a breath. Then he looked up and glanced at Dumbledore calmly.

At this point, Dumbledore was looking at it calmly, and a sharp rays of light appeared in the pupil of his pale blue lens behind his half-moon lens.

Unlike the two parties, the other students present were all amazed. No one expected that there would be a gold line that Dumbledore could personally draw under the 17 age.

Everyone couldn’t help but whispered and guessed what way Marx used to pass; from time to time, they also sent a admirable, or weird look to Marx.

After a while, the students turned around and looked at Dumbledore to see what explanation he would make. It is a very difficult choice to recognize or reject.

“Mr. Mr. McLorne used her magic knowledge to cross the age line that I set. I have to say that this is what I didn’t expect…” Dumbledore spoke up. “Although I personally want to applaud him, Mr. McLorne’s The behavior is in violation of the rules of the Triwizard Tournament. I have to discuss with other members of the referee group to decide whether Mr. McLorne’s registration is valid.”

“Mr. MrLorne, what do you think?”

Dumbledore makes a lot of sense, and Marx naturally has no reason to object. He ordered nodded and expressed his willingness to wait for the negotiation of the referee group.

At this time, other students who want to sign up have come here one after another, and the surrounding area has become very lively.

“…McLorne.”

Marx, who was about to leave the foyer, turned back and found that he was a former Senior, Hufflepuff house’s Prefect Cedric Diggory.

“McLorne, you…” He hesitated, and his handsome face showed a distressed expression. “You really, must you get out of Hogwarts?”

“Oh, I think so.” Marx randomly positioned nodded and gave a definite answer.

“But-” Diggory’s voice suddenly got bigger. “But I don’t think you should leave here! You shouldn’t leave here at all!”

In spite of the strange eyes of the students around him, he continued: “I still remember the graduate farewell party for the Seniors. I still remember that you told everyone about the good life of the school. I still remember… everyone shouted ‘We are all Hogwarts ‘!”

“But that is the one who led everyone to understand the good life on campus. The one who led everyone shouting ‘We are all Hogwarts’, but-“

Marx calmly looked at the angry Diggory and suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

“Then you use the facts to prove to me that my choice is wrong; let Hogwarts become better and let me regret my decision.”

Diggory clenched his fist, loudly said: “I will prove it to you!”

After all, he hurried to the Goblet of Fire and threw a piece of parchment with his own name into the flame, and then left without returning.

The Beauxbatons students who were coming in from outside had to avoid it and let the angry Diggory pass through the door.

Madam Maxime walked into the foyer behind her students, and she looked at the quick-moving Diggory and frowned, telling the students to line up.

The Beauxbatons students crossed the age line one by one, and ordered their parchment into the blue white flame in an orderly manner.

When Fleur Delacour with Veela bloodline passed by Marx, she smiled gracefully and said, “Why not come to Beauxbatons?”

The Marx breakthrough age line was quickly spread among the students of the three big houses, and many people were watching the referee group’s voting results.

In fact, many people are reluctant to see Marx successfully sign up.

As for the strength of Marx, as early as this semester has not started, it has spread through the newspapers of the magic circle of various countries – as the most influential “Daily Prophet” of the Britain magic circle, its headline news is the magic newspaper of many countries. Reprinted, and Marx’s deeds have long been a hot spot.

After all, no one wants to see this long-lost Triwizard Tournament, so it is a stage show for Marx alone.

Of course, there are always positive and negative things in one thing, and some students are happy to see Marx become one of the three champions. Most of these students belong to the Durmstrang house.

Before Marx enrolled in Durmstrang, the most popular nature in the school was Krum; now, Marx is firmly in this position.

In any case, the Durmstrang’s Champion candidate is nothing more than two people.

When the possibility of being selected is not the same, everyone will naturally be more inclined to see a game that wins with their school’s champion.

What disappoints everyone is that the voting results of the referee group have not been announced.

At the same time, a female child who did not care about these things was hiding in her own room, while using her own wand to smack a picture hanging in the air, snoring and snoring.

“…I have nothing to talk about! Call you to say tomorrow! Call you to be sleepy… Call you nothing to talk about…”