HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 304 Goblet of Fire

The little Slytherin snakes were quite respectful to big Malfoy.

Draco clapped even more vigorously, and when he heard the boos, he glared at the red-heads at the Gryffindor table across several tables, making sure to make the Weasleys feel that his eyes could kill.

After some brief pleasantries about how the two Ministry of Magic officials had been busy for months preparing for the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore got down to business.

"They will form a panel of judges with me, Madame Maxime, and Mr. Kraft to give a comprehensive score to the warriors' performance in all aspects of the competition... Argus, please bring up the box."

As he spoke, Filch brought up a gorgeous wooden box inlaid with jewels and placed it in the middle of the staff seats.

In order to see more clearly, the little animals stretched their necks, and some even stood on chairs.

"Regarding this year's three specific competition items, the Ministry of Magic has carefully reviewed them and has also taken many necessary safety precautions. There are three items in total, which will be held at different times of the school year, testing..."

"…The one responsible for selecting the warriors is an impartial referee—the Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore finally mentioned the ornate box in front of him.

The old wand tapped the lid of the box a few times, and the lid creaked open automatically.

The old principal pulled out a goblet.

It was made of wood and had a very crude carving, which was not at all impressive and did not match the ornate jewel-encrusted box at all.

The only thing that added color was the blue-white flame that continued to burn in the cup without any fuel.

There was a buzz of discussion coming from below.

Is it the effect of the spell? Or is the cup itself an alchemical tool?

The wooden goblet was placed on the lid of the box, high up so everyone could see it.

"Students who wish to run can write their school name and surname on a piece of parchment and throw it into the Goblet of Fire within 24 hours. At Halloween dinner, which is tomorrow night, the Goblet of Fire will choose the name of the warrior it thinks best represents the three schools. It will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, and anyone who wishes to run can put in their name."

"I know that some of you are very interested in the glory that this cup represents, but please note that only students over the age of 17 are eligible to participate in the competition. In order to prevent students who are not old enough from being tempted..."

"I will draw an age line around the Goblet of Fire so that no one under the age of 17 can cross it..."

"Also, I would like to remind you that warriors cannot withdraw from the competition for any reason during the competition. So think carefully when you sign up, and once you sign up, you must stick to it. This is not a joke, please think twice before you act, because being selected as a warrior forms a contract with the Goblet of Fire that must be followed and completed."

"…I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night."

There was a lot of chattering below, mixed with excitement and anticipation. Those who were old enough naturally needed no further explanation, but those who were not old enough were also thinking crooked ideas.

It was indeed late, and anything that needed to be done should wait until tomorrow. Kraft and Madame Maxime came down and led their students back to their rooms on the boat/carriage to rest.

Alison did not go back to her dormitory to sleep immediately, but watched Dumbledore put the Goblet of Fire in the hallway.

Drawing a thin circle of golden age lines with a radius of ten feet around the cup, Dumbledore turned and asked gently, "Alison, are you going to try it now?"

This proposal is obviously malicious.

After all, Dumbledore added a little prank to the age line, so that those who were not old enough and tried to take advantage of the situation would be hit by the "all fly away" after stepping over the age line, and would be repelled and thrown away, and grow strange white beards.

In addition, it is necessary to mention that using common aging agents to increase physical age cannot deceive the age line he set, because it also comes with an aging agent test.

But Alison also had bad intentions.

Alison glanced at Dumbledore, took out the note she had prepared long ago, and with a tap of her fingertips, the note transformed into a thousand paper cranes.

The thousands of paper cranes fluttered and automatically jumped over the age line, and threw themselves into the blue and white flame in the middle of the fire cup like birds flying into fire.

The flame quickly turned red and sparks flew out.

Who said that Slytherin's paper cranes only fly to the one they love?

Her paper cranes flew towards the Goblet of Fire.

The trouble maker, a master at finding faults, immediately picked out a bug in the age limit set by her father.

"..."

Grindelwald, who was watching, turned his face away with a silent smile.

Dumbledore was speechless for a moment, thought for a moment, and then continued to point the Elder Wand at the age line around the Goblet of Fire, muttering some runic spells in a low voice.

Alison roughly understood that an additional judgment on "human" was added to prevent people from using Transfiguration to transform objects outside the age line, or simply using physical throwing to bypass the age line judgment and put the paper into the Goblet of Fire.

"Is this okay?"

Dumbledore smiled helplessly and stood beside the Goblet of Fire, waiting to see what other tricks his daughter could come up with.

It can also be considered a parent-child activity.

The old principal gladly accepted the challenge. After all, after what the cunning Alison did, the little animals would probably be at a loss when they tried to come up with all kinds of tricks to find bugs tomorrow.

Alison blinked, took out her broom again, rushed in from above, and continued to pick out bugs.

The flying broom was high in the sky, not close to the age line at all. The red-haired little wizard sat right above the Goblet of Fire and casually threw a small ball of paper down.

(╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

Dumbledore was both angry and amused, so he waved his wand and made another modification, changing the age line that only allowed people over the age of 17 to enter into a semicircular three-dimensional surround, protecting the Goblet of Fire from all angles.

However, the note that Alison had thrown into the Goblet of Fire had once again been engulfed by the blue and white flames, turning into red flames with sparks flying.

Grindelwald tilted his head and whispered to Dumbledore: "Too naughty."

"She always likes to play with the rules and find loopholes. This is completely in line with the nature of Slytherin." Dumbledore nodded in agreement, then turned to remind Alison, "I think you are satisfied now? Go back to bed."

Alison quickly asked a follow-up question: "The Goblet of Fire cannot contain too many complicated spells. It selects the 'best person' by using the real name with magic power?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, it is an ancient and powerful magical item. It contains some simple magic. It is normal to have magic related to the name. The name is the shortest spell in the world. It has some wonderful connection with the person himself."

As Alison was about to go back to bed, a strange, mischievous smile once again appeared on her face.

Grindelwald laughed out loud and nudged Dumbledore with his elbow, signaling his lover to look at his daughter's expression and be extremely alert.

Dumbledore, who had been tortured by the little bastard for many years, immediately became alert and had an ominous premonition.

"Alison, what are you going to do again?! Don't even think about doing anything bad!"

Alison's expression changed instantly, revealing a well-behaved and innocent expression: "Huh? Alison is just a little happy that the registration was successful. I am going to go back and have a good sleep~"

Dumbledore's face was full of suspicion and he didn't believe it at all - especially when he saw the mischievous light flashing in the little bastard's heterochromatic eyes under his pretending to be well-behaved smile.

He was about to say something else when Alison suddenly turned around, opened her arms, and ran towards him happily.

Alison jumped into his arms like a surprise attack, hugged her father and rubbed him coquettishly, then stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek with a sweet and sticky voice.

"Good night, Dad."

Dumbledore was defeated.

He sighed inwardly, already certain that this little bastard was going to do something big again. He could only pray that it wouldn't be too extreme this time.