I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

However, Alan Wallup's dream of becoming a school trustee has no way to achieve it, even if he is willing to donate a large sum of gold Galleons to Hogwarts.

Sean consulted Dumbledore, and the old man was quite interested.

"Your father wants to be on the board of trustees? Oh, oh, that sounds good, there hasn't been a Muggle board member since Hogwarts had a board!"

Sean originally thought there was a show, but Dumbledore just expressed his interest.

As headmaster, he didn't mind having a new healthy and rich trustee at Hogwarts. The main problem was that the other trustees couldn't agree.

The board of directors of Hogwarts is basically composed of pure-blood wizards. For these "nobles", sitting on the board of directors with a Muggle is probably more uncomfortable than killing them.

Shaun's father expressed his regret after hearing the news, and then turned to Lupin to start inquiring about the situation in Austria.

He is preparing to "save the country by the curve" and try the school board position in Nurmengard...

In the future, my daughter will definitely be admitted to Hogwarts, but the board of directors of Hogwarts is not available, and another board of directors of the same level may be useful, right?

It is conceivable how much Alan Wallup has put into his daughter.

Although Sean felt that his father's worries were a little unnecessary, with himself, so many friends of his own, and Hogwarts professors and teaching assistants, Ella would not be bullied when she entered school in the future - she does not bully others I have to commend the Wallup family for their good tutoring...

However, since my father is keen on this, let him do it well, there is no harm in it anyway.

The noise in the auditorium was almost the loudest tonight. Everyone was very curious about the unnamed Mr. Kang Qi. Of course, the huge prize money for the winner of the semi-finals competition also made everyone feel excited.

In front of the long tables in each house, Sean could see many students watching Dumbledore feverishly, especially those in the senior years.

"I know you are all eager to win the Final Four trophy for Hogwarts," Dumbledore waited for a while before speaking to everyone, "but, when the Final Four resumes, the participating schools and The Ministry of Magic has agreed that there should be an age limit for competitors to the Big Four schools. Only students who are seventeen years of age - that is, seventeen and older - will be allowed to apply for consideration."

Dumbledore's words made many people noisy. Many students, especially the fifth and sixth graders, stood up angrily and stared at Dumbledore, as if the headmaster had said something very outrageous.

Dumbledore raised his voice slightly because of the angry protests off the field.

"This measure is necessary because the competition project is still very difficult and dangerous, no matter how much precautions we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh grades to deal with it. I will make sure that there is not one underage. A student who can fool our fair judges and become a Hogwarts warrior."

Fred and George nodded vigorously over there—they both met the age requirement and were clearly ready to give it a try.

"I think the professor is right. It's too dangerous for a young wizard who is not an adult."

"Yes, this kind of arduous task should be left to adults like us to solve."

The twin brothers sang together, causing many enthusiastic students to be extremely dissatisfied. Some students who were in the senior year but had not yet met the entry requirements stood up dissatisfied: "Professor, shouldn't the selection of warriors be based on personal strength?"

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, and there was a meaningful light in his blue eyes.

"You are right, age can effectively divide the gap in strength at many times, especially at the student stage, but this gap does not exist for some people who work harder and are more talented in magic, while a Wizards do speak by strength, not age—"

"However, the game is just around the corner. We don't have so much time to screen out one warrior after another. The age line is still in effect, but—" Dumbledore's gaze swept over everyone, and Sean could clearly see his gaze was on him. He stayed on the body for a moment, "In order to give those outstanding but underage students a chance, we have made such a decision..."

"If a student at the school turns 15, has a Hogwarts Special Contribution Award, has a Hogwarts position certificate, and can demonstrate his strength and contribution, the school will issue a personal certificate - this Proofs can be used to remove traces, to legally possess dangerous magical animals, and of course to participate in the Goblet of Fire at a younger age.”

"There is a whole set of calculation methods for the issuance of this certificate, and this method will be published on the new announcement. If someone thinks that you are good enough, but your courage is blocked by the age limit, then you can refer to it. - Those who meet all the conditions and have enough points, Hogwarts will issue a certificate in person, of course, those who have this certificate can also sign up to participate in this semi-final competition within the range of fifteen to seventeen years old."

One stone caused a thousand waves, and even the students who asked indignantly did not expect that Dumbledore actually gave a way - although this method seemed strict.

Just getting a Hogwarts Special Contribution Award and a Hogwarts position certificate is hard enough.

And after Dumbledore said this, many people turned their attention directly to Sean. For these conditions, among the current students, only Sean seems to meet...

Many smart people have already thought of Dumbledore's meaning - this certificate is specially awarded to Sean, so that he can directly sign up for the Goblet of Fire.

In the headmaster's eyes, Sean is already comparable to, or even surpassed by, seventh graders... Many people have such thoughts in their hearts.

Sean touched his nose a little embarrassedly. He didn't expect Dumbledore to say it so directly.

Hermione had already whispered from the side: "A discerning person can see it at a glance, this is specially prepared for you."

However, Dumbledore didn't seem to see everyone's attention, he said solemnly: "The Final Four is not an ordinary competition, so the conditions for issuing this certificate are very strict, and you can refer to the announcement for details. , and then judge whether you meet this condition - I have to remind people under the age of seventeen not to try to hide the truth, and I ask you not to waste time applying."

“A delegation from Nurmengard, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of the academic year with us. I know that while our foreign dignitaries are here during their stay , you'll all be warm and friendly, and once a Hogwarts warrior is finally chosen, you'll all support him or her wholeheartedly. Well, it's getting late, so let's walk in refreshed and sane tomorrow morning Class is very important. Go to bed! Hurry up!"

Dumbledore sat down and said something to the other professors, the students stood up, and the sound of the tables and chairs pushing in the auditorium rang out.

"Professor Dumbledore didn't say what the test method is, maybe it's not that strict?" Sean heard Harry say this at the entrance of the auditorium.

"I went to ask Fred and George, but those two **** wouldn't say anything. They clearly saw the last Goblet of Fire." Ron looked a little annoyed.

Neville, who had just become a Gryffindor prefect, greeted the freshmen, and at the same time had to take time to tell his two restless buddies: "Promise me, don't challenge Professor Dumbledore's rules."

"Hey, Neville, what a great opportunity to not only train yourself in competitions, but also to do a lot of things you can't normally do, oh yes, and a big prize money - and Professor Dumbledore doesn't give it either. Is there a chance for students under seventeen?"

"Frankly, I think it was specially prepared for Sean." Ron shrugged and saw Sean not far away. The two smiled and waved their hands in greeting.

"Hey, buddy, cheer up, Sean is really strong, so he has the qualifications to participate, but we are not weaker than some seventh graders?" Harry was a little unconvinced. It seems that the seventh-grade students who are not strong have the right to choose whether to participate in the competition, but they themselves do not even meet the qualifications for the competition.

Ginny, the youngest girl in Weslai's family, passed by the two, and the grown-up and graceful little beauty spread her hands to the two of them: "I think it's better for you to make sure that your o.w.ls at the end of five years can pass the customs smoothly."

"But now the focus is on the Goblet of Fire — come on, man, we might be able to get some age-enhancing agents or something."

Harry, who was so focused on participating in the competition, didn't pay much attention to what Ginny said. He pulled Ron, and the two did not know where to go to discuss ways.

Sean, who had been watching this scene, smiled helplessly. Harry and the others, when there were no girls in the small group, the recklessness and impulsiveness in their hearts were not suppressed at all.

However, you don't need to worry about it, and Dumbledore's magic is not something that ageing agents can hide.

Sean turned around and greeted the new Ravenclaw with Hermione. They were responsible for taking this group of children to see Ravenclaw's announcement lounge today.

Of course, it was Hermione explaining most of the time.

"Everyone lined up in two lines, one with Sean Wallup, the other with me—come, speed up, or one of you might just get lost, which is not good news, especially For freshmen."

Seeing that Hermione, who already had the temperament of a strict teacher, methodically commanded all the freshmen of Ravenclaw.

After confirming that no unlucky **** was swept out by the crowd, she clapped her hands: "Come, come with us."

Walking at the forefront, Sean, who was basically not busy, yawned - obviously Hermione is doing most of the work, why is he so sleepy?

After all the new students were settled, Sean lay back on his familiar four-poster soft bed.

A roommate who hadn't seen each other during the summer vacation was drowsy, but they were still excitedly discussing the upcoming Final Four.

"Hey, Sean, did you hear what Professor Dumbledore said?" Terry Boot said excitedly, throwing a pack of animal neighing gummies.

"Of course, oh, ooh—" Sean threw a gummy candy into his mouth and let out a wolf howl, "This smells so exciting—well, do you want to try signing up too?"

Another roommate, Michael Corner, spread his hands exaggeratedly: "Don't be silly, Sean, that must have been specially prepared for you by Dumbledore - currently the only students who have won the Special Contribution Award are you and the seventh grade Stephanie. Ollivander, Ollivander looks like a first-year student, but she must be an adult, this contribution award is useless for her to sign up for the competition, it's obviously for you."

Sean took off his clothes and lay down on the bed: "Well, do you think I should sign up?"

Anthony Goldstein said loudly: "Of course, Sean, the Final Four, this is the highest honor of a student at school, and everyone knows your strength. You are almost the same as a graduate - or stronger? "

Several people laughed, and looked at Sean even more fiery.

Sean adjusted the position of the pillow: "Oh, strength is hard to say, but I'm really interested."

"Come in, Sean, we will lead the girls of all grades to cheer you on!" Terry said excitedly.

"Stop pretending, Terry, you can't get the girls out there—and with Sean on the court, they'll spontaneously form a cheerleading squad."

"I can design cheering words for them!"

"I can't tell you about your literary quality..."

The noisy and excited conversation continued into the middle of the night, and finally, everyone couldn't hold back the drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Sean was the one who slept last. Although he was lazy, he was always in good spirits.

He has already thought about it, he must participate in the Final Four Tournament, but his other two teammates don't know who they will be...

One name after another floated in my mind. In the pictures of various imaginary competitions, Sean also entered a deep sleep~www.readwn.com~ Sean, are you still going? Didn't the prefect need to prepare in advance? ' cried the roommate early in the morning.

"Let's go right now, don't wait for me." Sean frowned, and then walked to the mirror.

dreaming again...

Everything in the dream is very Mohu, from Mohu to Sean can't see anything clearly. But he could feel a huge sense of oppression, he could feel the warm liquid on the corners of his mouth, and he could feel the weaker and weaker breath of the surrounding creatures...

In dreams, only the moon is clear. The self in the dream raised his head, and there was a huge black shadow of the lake passing by in the sky, and above it was a clear, bright, soft full moon.

This is not the first time Sean has had such a similar dream. The self in the dream always doesn't feel like the real self, and those dreams also have one thing in common, the moon in the sky is very clear.

"Is this a coincidence or some kind of foreshadowing?" Sean, who couldn't interpret dreams, was a little distressed.