Infinite Heroes Seat

　　 When the dishes on the plate were all gone, Dumbledore stood up. The hall was filled with a pleasant tension. Harry and Ron trembled with excitement, thinking about what would happen next. Not far from them, Fred and George also leaned forward, staring at Dumbledore intently. They had discussed several methods, and they couldn't wait to try them.

　　 "This time has come," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face upturned in the crowd: "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. Now, Mr. Filch, please bring the treasure chest."

　　 No one noticed how long Filch had been in the corner of the hall. He walked towards the front desk with an old big box studded with jewels. The students were talking excitedly, many of them craned their necks and looked around.

"The Ministry of Magic has already checked the mission statement that the champions will face this year." As Dumbledore spoke, Filch had carefully placed the box on the table in front of him. "They have done every challenge. The necessary preparations. The three tasks will run through the school year. They will use different methods to test the players, test their magical abilities, courage, reasoning ability, and of course the ability to deal with danger."

　　 As soon as the voice fell, the whole hall was silent, so quiet as if no one was breathing.

"You know, there will be three contestants participating." Dumbledore said calmly, "one for each participating school. We will give each contestant a score for the performance of each competition task. After the three competition tasks are completed, The player with the highest total score wins. The contestants will be selected one by one by a fair and unselfish selector-the burning goblet of fire."

　　 Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped it three times on the jewelry box. The lid creaked and opened slowly. He reached in and pulled out a huge wooden cup roughly cut out. If it weren't for the blue and white flames jumping on the edge of the wooden cup, it would really be unremarkable.

　　 Dumbledore covered the jewelry box and carefully placed the burning goblet on the box so that everyone could see clearly.

"Applicants must neatly write down the name and school on the parchment paper, and then throw the parchment paper into the cup," Dumbledore said: "If you have aspirations, please put your name in the cup within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, also Just before Halloween, the Goblet of Goblet will give the names of the players most qualified to represent their school. The Goblet of Goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight. Anyone who wants to sign up can enter, in order to avoid under-aged minors who cannot stop them. Live the temptation to sign up," Dumbledore said, and he specifically emphasized the word'insufficient strength'.

"After the Goblet of Fire is placed in the population hall, I will draw an age line around it. Those under the age of 17 cannot cross this line. Finally, I want to remind everyone that this competition is not just for casual participation. Once selected by the burning Goblet of Fire, he or she must proceed to the end. Because putting the name into the cup will naturally form a binding magic contract. Once a player is made, he or she cannot change his mind, whether he or she 17 years old or older," Dumbledore glanced at Harry with a faint look, not knowing what he was thinking, and then looked at Mi Wen, "So, before throwing your name into the glass, you must think about yourself. Are you really ready to fight with all your heart? Okay, I think it’s time for everyone to rest and wish you good night."

　　 "An age line!" Fred Weasley said, eyes gleaming, as the brothers were walking through the hall to the lounge with Harry and Hermione. "Well, isn't that just a drop of ageing agent can be settled?"

"But can we really succeed?" Harry said, maybe it was Dumbledore's sight that he had just noticed, or that Hermione told him about the triwizard triwizard match. All the principals were seriously injured so that he finally discovered the danger of the game, but he hesitated at this time.

　　 "You said it yourself," George asked Harry immediately, "You will find a way to get in, right?"

　　 Harry thought for a moment. Dumbledore said that those under the age of 17 who are under-strength could not sign up, but after a while he was full of his own wonderful scene of winning the Triwizard Tournament. Holding the trophy, Qiu looked at him with excitement, while Guris could only be sad on the side, if he could really cross that line...

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　　 The next day was Saturday. Normally, most students would eat breakfast later, but Hermione got up earlier than usual on the weekend. Harry and Ron went to see Freddie and them early in the morning, and she really didn't worry about them. I saw a flaming goblet of fire in the middle of the hall. On the stool used to put the sorting hat, a thin gold line was drawn on the floor around it, forming a circle with it as the center and a radius of 10. The circle of feet.

　　 "Did anyone put a name in?" Hermione asked a girl next to her.

　　 "The Boothbarton gang has been released," she replied, "but I haven't seen anyone with Hogwarts put their names in."

　　 Thank God, maybe Harry and the others are not that stupid yet, Hermione thought to herself.

　　 But soon she was desperate to find Harry, Ron, Fred, and George rushing downstairs, and they looked very excited.

　　 "It's done." Fred triumphantly flaunted to Hermione, "I just took it."

　　Hermione rolled her eyes, "Do you think Dumbledore would not have considered this? Aging agent?"

　　 But unfortunately no one listened to her, "One drop per person." George rubbed his hands in excitement. "Of course Harry and Ron took more, but it was all worth it."

　　 "If any one of the four of us wins, we will evenly divide the 1,000 gold gallons." Ron also grinned.

　　 Harry also nodded, looking around, as if looking for someone.

　　 "Are you ready?" Fred asked the other people, shaking with excitement, "Come on, I'll go first."

　　 saw him pull a piece of parchment from his pocket, then walked straight to the edge of the line, standing there, moving his ankles, like a diver preparing to jump down from a height of 50 feet. After the exercise, under the gaze of everyone, he took a deep breath and stepped in.

At that moment, Harry thought he had succeeded—George must have thought so too, because he let out a cry of victory and jumped in with Fred—but the next moment, there was a sizzling sound. When it sounded, the two twins were violently thrown out of the gold coils, as if they were thrown by an invisible shot thrower, and fell heavily on the cold and hard stone floor ten feet away from the circle with a bang. There were two loud bangs, and what was even worse was that they both grew long white beards at the same time.

　　 The entire population hall laughed, and the twins stood up and looked at each other and laughed.

　　 "I warned you a long time ago." Hermione couldn't help but laughed. She glanced at Harry and Ron. "How about? Now you want to follow in and grow a beard?"

　　 Under Hermione's gaze, Harry and Ron shook their heads desperately, and then Hermione was surprised that Harry's face suddenly turned blue.

She immediately turned around, but found that a figure appeared beside the goblet of flames at some point. It was Guris, and saw that he walked into the golden circle unhurriedly, and then threw the parchment in his hand. The process is as easy as eating dinner.

The parchment flew into the goblet of fire under everyone’s gaze, and was swallowed by a flash of flame, but Guris was not thrown out, nor did he grow a white beard. On the contrary, he acted gracefully as if he had just participated. It was like a banquet, and then he turned around and left the hall.

　　 "I knew he could do it!" shouted an onlooker at Hogwarts.

　　 Then there was a echo, "Yes, that's right, who doesn't know Guris is great" "He must be a warrior at Hogwarts, and those seniors can't compare to him."······

　　Amid the noise, Hermione saw Harry clenched his fists sharply.