The twins were blasted away once again, and their beards grew even longer.
The five spectators were already laughing themselves senseless.
Dumbledore was so wicked. Their beards could probably grow all the way to the floor.
After all that fuss, perhaps they were tired. The twins simply lay down in front of the Age Line.
Since they could not handle the Goblet of Fire, it seemed there was only one option left: bribe the judges.
Seeing them perk up again, the five who knew there would be no more show to watch stood up.
"Tired? Want to go to the kitchen and get something else to eat?"
After all that trouble, they really were a little hungry again.
After eating something simple, the seven little ones' activities for the night came to an end.
Yet not long after the Gryffindor dormitory door had closed, it opened again.
Vincent had just stepped outside when the door to the neighboring girls' dormitory opened as well.
Hermione slowly walked toward him. "I knew you'd sneak out again."
Vincent tilted his head slightly. "You know me. If I don't make sure everything is foolproof, I won't be able to sleep tonight."
Just as the twins had said, no magic was perfect.
The Age Line could only stop those under seventeen. Anyone who met the requirements could come and go freely.
If that old bastard Dumbledore shamelessly slipped his name into the Goblet of Fire, then he could kiss his carefree, happy school life goodbye this year.
To ensure he would not be chosen, he could only act first.
Vincent and Hermione quietly arrived at the Entrance Hall and, unsurprisingly, spotted a furtive figure.
The person wore a black cloak and stood with his back to them before the Goblet of Fire.
Dressed like that