The students left the Great Hall one after another, Madame Maxime and Karkaroff walked toward the Gryffindor and Slytherin table respectively.
Ron, who wasn't particularly interested in the Triwizard Tournament, started guessing where Durmstrang's students would be sleeping tonight.
"I don't think they'll sleep in the Slytherin dorms; it's cold and damp there. Our tower is much more comfortable."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Karkaroff, who had hurried to the Slytherin table, shouted, "Alright, let's get back to the ship!"
Then he walked up to Viktor Krum and asked with concern, "Viktor, how are you feeling? Have you eaten? Should I send someone to bring some warm wine from the kitchen?"
Viktor Krum shook his head, picked up the fur cloak draped over the back of the chair, and put it on.
"Professor, I'd like some wine," another student from Durmstrang said, his mouth watering.
Karkaroff's expression immediately turned stern. "I didn't ask you, Poliako. I noticed you've spilled food on the front of your robe again, you wretched boy."
One second he was as gentle as a loving father, the next he was staring at Harry like Snape; the contrast was just too great.
Karkaroff turned around and led his students toward the door.
They arrived at the door at the same time as Harry and Ron.
Harry and Ron stopped, intending to let them go first.
"Thank you." Karkaroff glanced at the two of them casually.
Ron, who was looking at Viktor Krum with adoration, was completely ignored by him, while Harry, who looked harmless, paid a little attention to him.
Suddenly, he froze.
Karkaroff turned his head back to Harry, his eyes fixed on him.
To be precise, I was staring at the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.
Durmstrang students stopped and looked at Harry with curiosity.
Several students looked enlightened. The boy with soup stains on his chest nudged the girl next to him and pointed unabashedly at Harry's forehead.
"That's right, he is Harry Potter." A cold voice came from behind.
Karkaroff turned around abruptly and saw Moody walking towards him with a cane.
Stared at by the demonic eye, his face turned deathly pale, revealing a terrifying expression that was a mixture of resentment and fear. "It's you!"
"It's me." Moody stopped in front of him with a cold face. "Karkaroff, you've blocked the door. Unless you have something to say to Potter, get on the way."
Karkaroff waved his hand and led his students out of the Great Hall quickly.
Moody's magic eyes remained fixed on his retreating figure. "Alright, everyone, go back and get some rest."
Karkaroff is a not-so-"loyal" former Death Eaters.
He would betray anyone to save himself.
It took Moody six months to finally capture him and imprison him in Azkaban. However, he made a deal with Barty Crouch former Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, to reveal the identities of the other Death Eaters at the Magical Law Council in exchange for his freedom.
Barty Crouch Jr., a Death Eaters was extremely well hidden, was exposed by Karkaroff, and right in front of Barty Crouch.
The legendary Auror who once arrested him dislikes him, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, who is in charge of matters related to the Triwizard Tournament, probably feels the same way.
With Madame Maxime, who didn't have a good impression of him, Durmstrang seemed to have no hope.
Vincent walked out of the Great Hall and gave a self-deprecating smile.
He doesn't plan to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, so why is he thinking about all this nonsense?
Just after midnight, the seven kids gathered in the kitchen as usual.
The newly added Qiu has prepared authentic Chongqing hot pot, which is "spicy, numbing, salty, fresh, fragrant and crispy".
The bright red and oily soup pot is spicy, but it's so delicious that you can't stop eating it.
After a satisfying meal, it's time to get some exercise.
I quietly entered the Entrance Hall, where a thin golden line had been drawn around the floor.
In the center was the stool that was usually used to hold the Sorting Hat, and on it was a wooden goblet with a blue and white flame dancing on it.
The twins took out the Aging Potion and drank a small drop one after the other.
The two of them had grown a little taller, and their hair had also grown a little longer.
"It's done!" Fred exclaimed, eagerly pulling out a piece of parchment with his name on it. "George, let's go together."
George also took out a parchment, saying, "Dumbledore would never have imagined we had this trick up our sleeve."
As the two strode towards the Goblet of Fire, the remaining five all adopted a look of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.
The principal is the principal after all; how could the Age Line he personally set be easily breached?
Sure enough, just as Fred's left foot stepped into the gold line, an invisible force bounced him back.
George, who was only a second later, suffered the same fate, landing on his buttocks just like everyone else.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Fred rubbed his bottom and stood up.
With a "crackling" sound, a long white beard quickly sprouted from his chin.
"Oh no—" Before George could even touch his chin, a white beard of the same kind had grown out of him.
"Pfft, hahaha—" The friends burst into laughter without any restraint.
The twins couldn't help but laugh when they saw each other's beards.
"George, why does your beard look just like Dumbledore's?"
"Stop joking, Fred, I think yours is more like it."
While they were laughing, the two of them suddenly looked miserable.
"Ah—our prize money!"
"I hate you! Dumbledore!"
Cedric, clutching his stomach, paused for a moment. "I told you long ago that taking shortcuts won't work. You should have learned your lesson by now."
The twins glared at him fiercely. "No, no magic is perfect. There must be some way..."
While the two were racking their brains, Cedric safely crossed the Age Line and successfully dropped the parchment with his name on it into the Goblet of Fire.
After he came out, the white-bearded twins, who didn't believe in superstitions, folded their parchment into paper airplanes.
Unfortunately, they failed again; the paper airplane simply couldn't fly past the Age Line.
Even inanimate objects cannot pass through; the Age Line is like an invisible wall, blocking all those under the age of 17.
But the twins aren't the type to give up easily.
They went upstairs and crumpled up the parchment, attempting to throw it into the Goblet of Fire.
A strange gust of wind blew by, and the paper ball was inexplicably blown outside the Age Line.
Then the two found a long stick, but it couldn't fit through, just like a paper airplane.
"The Goblet of Fire, Accio!" Fred the white-bearded man with his wand waited for a long time but nothing happened.
"Engorgio!" Whitebeard George's spell also had no effect.
Physics won't work, magic won't work, it seems I can only rely on metaphysics.
They didn't keep the five spectators waiting long before they put on Trelawney's wigs and glasses.
With that long white beard on his chin, he does indeed have a bit of a charlatan vibe.
"Great god who wields the power of the wind, grant us strength so that we may successfully break through the evil demon's blockade..."
After a long chant, the two people with their backs to the Age Line tossed the small paper balls in the air.
"Great Goddess of Fortune, please hear our prayers..."
With a soft thud, both small crumpled pieces of paper fell outside the Age Line.
There's no wind, and the aim is off.
Fred ripped off his wig and glasses. "Damn the Age Line!"
After George took it off, he angrily threw it on the ground and stomped on it a few times. "I don't believe it! Fred, let's go! Let's try it again!"