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"You say you can break it with your powerful magic, fine, but you actually say there are ways that ordinary wizards can do it? That's impossible."
Zhang Qiu couldn't help but ask.
Even Hermione was skeptical.
Levin did not answer directly, but instead asked, "Through your experiment just now, Miss Granger, have you discovered the rules of the Goblet of Fire and the age line?"
“Of course,” Hermione said immediately. “The Goblet of Fire is enchanted, so it is difficult to be affected by simple spells like the Summoning Charm. At the same time, the Goblet of Fire and the age limit require that only wizards who are 17 years of age or older can put their names in, and only the name put in by the wizard himself will be effective. Putting a name in remotely or having someone else put it in on his behalf is not possible.”
After Hermione finished speaking, she looked at Levin confidently, as if to say, "Look how great my summary is."
But the boy just shook his head.
"No, you're not specific enough."
"Not specific enough?" Hermione was bewildered and stammered, "But... but I've tried my best to state all the rules, and I can't think of any other rules."
Seeing this, Levin personally revealed the answer: "In fact, the correct rule is that the age limit will restrict all wizards under the age of 17, as well as non-wizard animals, from entering. And the Goblet of Fire can only be effective if the person puts their name into it."
"What...is there a difference?" Zhang Qiu and Furong looked at each other, both puzzled. "Aren't you talking about the same thing?"
But Hermione had already grasped the key.
"You mean the Goblet of Fire and the Age Line are two different things?" She looked intently at Levin, her eyes full of admiration. "The Goblet of Fire is the Goblet of Fire, and the Age Line is the Age Line."
"The rule of the Goblet of Fire is that anyone can contribute a name, but they must personally contribute their own name."
"As for the age limit, it only ensures that people who do not meet the requirements cannot cross the line, but if you submit your name without crossing the line, it has no jurisdiction over it—that's why I was able to use a paper airplane to drop the slip of paper in."
"Good comprehension."
Levin was very pleased with Hermione's keen observation.
“But… what’s the use of knowing that?” Hermione hesitated again. “I still can’t cross the age line and personally invest in the name.”
“Since you can’t cross three or four meters to put your name in the Goblet of Fire, then let the Goblet of Fire come to you,” Levin said, as if he were talking about eating when you’re hungry.
“But the Summoning Charm… wait!” Hermione suddenly remembered something and looked at Fleur.
"Could you do me another favor? Is that alright?" she asked eagerly.
"What kind of favor is it this time?" Furong still couldn't understand the conversation between the two riddle-solving people. "Didn't my attempt to submit my name on your behalf fail before?"
“This time I don’t need you to vote for me.” Hermione shook her head and pointed to the Goblet of Fire on the platform. “This time you just need to bring that goblet to me.”
She made him take out the Goblet of Fire!
"This works too?" Hibiscus couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"Why don't we just try it and see?" Hermione said, pointing to the Goblet of Fire on the table.
She felt there was an 80% chance that Levin's idea would work.
After all, apart from this age line, she hadn't seen Dumbledore cast any other magic.
"Then I'll give it a try!" Hibiscus nodded, quickly ran to the Goblet of Fire, and carefully stretched out her hand.
As a result, she picked up the Goblet of Fire very easily.
"This...this is too easy!" Fleur exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement as she carried the enormous goblet across the age line. "I can't believe it, we actually broke Dumbledore's spell just like that."
The girl looked at Levin with admiration, not looking down on him just because his method was simple.
You know, so many young wizards had tried before them, but no one had ever thought of this method.
"It's just a misconception. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes," Levin smiled, unconcerned.
Hermione stared at the Goblet of Fire before her, her hands trembling as she placed the parchment into it.
one second,
two seconds,
three seconds,
She waited a full minute, but the blue-white flames still didn't launch the paper. She watched helplessly as the parchment completely turned to ashes.
She succeeded!
She actually became a Warriors candidate so easily.
Hermione excitedly gave Levin a hug and even kissed him on the lips.
Zhang Qiu and Furong, who were standing nearby, were so angry they almost gritted their teeth.
They were fighting over something here when Hermione broke into their house.
Aren't you usually quite slow-witted?
In fact, even Levin was surprised.
This wasn't the first time Hermione had impulsively kissed him.
But this was the first time she had gone this deep.
Even if the movements are a bit clumsy and stumbling, they have indeed taken steps toward growth.
It seems that the pressure from Furong did give her a push.
Two minutes later, Hermione ran away shyly.
Levin didn't give chase; let her calm down at this point.
As for himself, he, along with Cho Chang, led Fleur and Gabrielle on a tour of Hogwarts.
Time quickly passed and evening arrived.
To celebrate Halloween, the entire auditorium was decorated in a somewhat eerie and spooky style.
A large swarm of dark bats, each carrying a pumpkin lantern in its beak, roamed around in mid-air. The bright candlelight dimmed considerably, and ghosts, rarely encountered in normal times, appeared to greet the passing young wizards.
When Levin brought the Fleur sisters to the Great Hall at dinner time, the long tables of the four houses were already full of people, and the Goblet of Fire, which was originally placed in the center of the high platform, had been moved to a place not far from the teachers' seats.
Even a delicious Halloween Eve dinner couldn't quell the restlessness among the students.
The young wizards below the stage were restless, whispering among themselves, their eyes constantly turning to Dumbledore sitting in the teachers' seat, anxiously awaiting the moment when the champion would be announced.
“I really hope it’s Angelina,” Fred said expectantly at the Gryffindor table.
George snorted coldly, deviating from his usual habit, and did not respond to him.
It looks like the two of them had a big argument today.
Hermione didn't comment, but her breathing quickened involuntarily: "Ah, we'll find out soon enough!"
Despite the lavish food prepared by the house-elves, the young wizards' minds were not on the dinner.
They craned their necks, looking anxiously, every face showing worry. They all wanted to know who had been chosen as the warrior.
After the last pumpkin dessert disappeared, the golden plate returned to its spotless state, and the noise in the auditorium suddenly rose considerably.
Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the Great Hall fell silent.
"Well, the result you've been waiting for is about to be revealed," said Dumbledore. "The Goblet of Fire will now make its decision."
The atmosphere in the auditorium became tense.
Even Karkaroff and Madam Maxim were watching Dumbledore's every move closely, looking just as nervous and expectant as the other young wizards.
Ludo Bagman smiled broadly and winked at the students from various schools.
Mr. Crouch looked rather bored, almost annoyed.
As for Tonks, she maintained her Auror demeanor, sitting upright at the table.
But unlike yesterday, she not only didn't look at Levin, but also avoided his gaze, completely refusing to make eye contact with him.
However, Dumbledore beckoned to Levin, indicating that he, as a member of the organizers, should sit with the other organizers at this time.
The boy immediately went up to the teacher's seat and deliberately sat next to Tonks, his body pressed close to hers.
Levin felt the female Auror shrink back abruptly the moment he touched her, her whole body tensing up even more.
"Alright, it's time for the wine glass to make a decision,"
Dumbledore said, "It will probably take another minute. Listen, after the warriors' names are announced, I want them to go to the top of the Great Hall, then down the faculty desk, and into that room next door—"
He pointed to the door behind the faculty desk.
They will receive initial guidance there.
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Chapter 311 Warriors' Roster
Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it vigorously.
Immediately, all the candles except those in the jack-o'-lantern went out, plunging the auditorium into a state of semi-darkness.
The Goblet of Fire now shone brightly, brighter than anything else in the entire auditorium, its sparkling blue-white flames almost blinding.
Everyone watched, waiting... Several wealthy Slytherins kept taking out their pocket watches to check the time...
The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and sparks crackled and flew out.
Then, a tongue of fire shot into the air, and a charred parchment flew out from it—everyone in the hall held their breath.
Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away so that he could read the words on it by the light of the flame. The flame had then returned to its bluish-white color.
“The warrior of Durmstrang,” he said in a clear and forceful tone, “is Viktor Krum.”
Polite applause filled the auditorium—if Krum had caught the Golden Snitch in the world, the applause would have been even greater.
This result was not surprising at all. Karkaroff clapped his hands vigorously, his face beaming with smiles: "Well done, Viktor, I knew it was you!"
Viktor Krum stood up from Slytherin's table and walked listlessly toward Dumbledore.
He's been like this ever since he learned that Levin was an organizer, not a player.
On the World Cup stage, he lost to Levin in a way that was almost humiliating, and he was quite dissatisfied.
Ever since he heard about the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, he had been holding back his anger, eager to defeat Levin and prove himself.
I also want to show Hermione that I, Victor Krum, am no worse than that scumbag.
However, Levin transformed himself into one of the organizers, holding a position equivalent to that of several principals.