Signing Up for the Tournament, the Restrictions Were Far from Minor

The next morning, Aaron prepared a parchment with his name and school name on it.

As soon as he opened the dormitory door, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were already blocking the entrance.

"I knew you'd participate," Draco said smugly.

"Hehe!" Aaron shook his head with a wry smile. "Life is full of disappointments, and the one or two things I encountered last night were particularly unpleasant."

"Come on! The referee is your sister."

Although Adrian isn't involved in the fighting, he can still give you some inside information, and this kind of competitive advantage is extremely important.

Aaron's smile grew increasingly bitter. "If you knew my sister, you would know that what she despises most is this kind of low-class trickery."

She doesn't care about anyone else, but she won't provide me with a single piece of useful information.

"It can't be that bad!" Draco frowned slightly, somewhat incredulous.

Aaron patted him on the shoulder without saying a word, and led Abei toward the Entrance Hall.

Perhaps because today is registration day, many people got up very early even though it's Saturday.

When Aaron arrived, there were already twenty or thirty people in the Entrance Hall. They were gathered around the Goblet of Fire, discussing something, but there were not many of them who were over the Age Line.

"Has anyone signed up?" Aaron asked, looking at Harry and the other two who had arrived before him.

"Professor Karkaroff has finished registering the Durmstrang students. Hogwarts has Hufflepuff Diggory, Summers, and Ravenclaw's Fawcett. They're all sixth-year or higher Warlock," Harry said. "But I bet some people secretly registered last night so no one would see, so they wouldn't be ashamed if they didn't get in."

"You're not one of these people, are you, Potter?" Draco teased.

"Guess," Harry retorted without mincing words, "Malfoy certainly wouldn't do that sneakily; he'd definitely register on the spot, right?"

"Don't bother showing off such petty tricks," Draco sneered. "I came here with Aaron; he's signing up for the Triwizard Tournament."

"You want to participate?" Ron was stunned for a moment, but quickly accepted the fact that Aaron's strength was definitely enough to participate.

"Why don't you reconsider?" Hermione said hesitantly. "I know you're very talented, but the Triwizard Tournament is clearly designed for seventeen-year-old Warlock. Fourteen-year-olds don't have an advantage."

Moreover, if we choose the wrong option, there will be no way out.

"Thank you for your concern, but I have a reason to participate," Aaron said helplessly, then crossed the Age Line and threw his name into the blue flames.

"Fantastic!" Draco clapped. "Slytherin Champion!"

"Don't speak too soon, Malfoy." Worlington came over and tossed the name into the Goblet of Fire. "Slytherin isn't so desperate as to rely on fourth-year Warlock to maintain its prestige."

"We're here."

Fred and George strode into the Entrance Hall, followed by their friend Lee Jordan and several Gryffindor Quidditch players.

Several people then placed their names on the list and clapped their hands in celebration.

"This is one of our Gryffindor Champion," Ron said excitedly, while giving Draco a provocative look.

"Hmph! We don't even know if he can be elected!" Draco scoffed dismissively. "He might be elected, but whether he can last until the end is another matter."

If Weasley can win the trophy, then the Triwizard Tournament's prestige is far too low.

"At least we dared to sign up."

"What's there to be so smug about? If I were your age, I'd sign up too," Draco said indignantly.

George and Fred exchanged a glance, ignored him, and left with their friends, chatting and laughing.

At this moment, the people surrounding the Goblet of Fire suddenly parted to let Madam Maxime lead the students from Beauxbatons into the Entrance Hall.

She instructed them to line up and throw their names into the Goblet of Fire in turn.

"Let's go! There's no need to stay here any longer. The results will be out tonight."

"You seem very confident," a beautiful girl with long silver hair stepped forward from the Beauxbatons student group. "Is it because you have an older sister who is a referee?"

"Uh...no, not really." Aaron shrugged. "Actually, I'm not that interested in this so-called Triwizard Tournament. I only got involved because of certain reasons."

Also, don't think my sister will provide me with any favors; she'd love to see me make a fool of myself.

To be honest, if I'm unfortunately chosen, I'm afraid I'll be the one facing the toughest challenge among the Champion.

Anyone can say nice things.

"Phoebe," Madam Maxime said suddenly, and the silver-haired girl fell silent.

"Mr. Gaius, Phoebe didn't mean anything by it, it's just..."

"I understand, Principal Maxime," Aaron interrupted her with a smile. "Many people would think that way, but I don't care, because the facts will speak for themselves."

"Hmph!" Phoebe snorted lightly, clearly skeptical of Aaron's words.

After all, Adrian is Aaron's sister and a special referee; who knows what powers she might have?

If she secretly helps her brother, they might not even notice, which is unfair to others.

"Principal Maxime, I must say your student is quite arrogant. If I'm not mistaken, she should be the most likely Champion from Beauxbatons to be selected for the Triwizard Tournament, right?"

"So what if it is?"

"Not so great." Aaron smiled. "But before you suspect I might use back channels, please think about your principal; she's a referee too!"

Phoebe glanced at Madam Maxime and was speechless.

"If you still doubt me, we can draw up a contract," Aaron said with a playful tone. "How about refusing any favorable terms offered by the referee?"

This is fairer for me too.

Phoebe's eyes twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.

Aaron smiled and led Abei toward the Great Hall.

"Sigh!" Maxime patted his student on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "Your worries are completely unnecessary. The fact that he can say such things means that he won't get any benefits."

"But..."

"No buts, don't forget that Miss Klein doesn't participate in the scoring."

And you probably haven't even realized it, but he's not affected by your charm at all; for a fourth-year male Warlock to do this is truly remarkable.

As Phoebe watched Aaron's departing figure, she couldn't help but fall into self-doubt. She had one-quarter Veela blood, and most men were captivated by her beauty, but why was Aaron able to speak to her as an equal?

"She's just being petty and judging others by her own standards," Draco as he ate breakfast, complaining about Phoebe's distrust of Adrian and Aaron.

"To be honest, I would have been very touched if you had said that in the Entrance Hall." Aaron was speechless. Draco, like the other students, lost some of his charisma in front of Phoebe.

"Uh...it's not my fault." Draco laughed awkwardly. "That girl must have some special bloodline. Besides, at least I didn't do what Weasley did. He didn't take his eyes off her and almost drooled."

Aaron rolled his eyes, inwardly lamenting his poor choice of friends.

Back in the common rest room, Aaron opened the Divine Thunder Hall, met with his own Thought Form, and explained some of Adrian's requests to him.

"Hahaha..." The Thought Form burst into laughter, "Although I am an avatar, many times I have felt that you, the original body, are more like a puppet than me."

"This is not the time to talk about this. The Triwizard Tournament is no joke."

Since you've already registered, you need to be fully prepared.

The smile on Thought Form faded. "What preparations do you want to make?"

"If you need to take me back, you can do so anytime. Wearing the Demon Sealing Ring, no one will be able to tell."

"Big sister is fine," Aaron said helplessly. "Hermione is fine too, and we can't rule out the possibility that Jeans will come to watch the game."

If they find out, they probably won't give up easily until they figure it out.

"So what do you plan to do?" the Thought Form asked meaningfully, "Reveal a few of your trump cards?"

"There's nothing we can do about it. The problem is how much we've exposed." Aaron sat down, somewhat dejected. "I've thought about it carefully. We have quite a few advanced spells, but many of them are shady."

The Thought Form nodded, then counted on its fingers and said, "Animagus, we're not registered. While this isn't a problem for Gaius, it's still a bit of a hassle."

Apparition doesn't have a valid certificate, and it doesn't work well in public.

The Patronus Charm is okay, but it's too easy to show off, and there's a huge difference between the Dragon Patronus and the Raven Guardian Deity.

The Divine Thunder Hall could probably raze the entire arena to the ground; Dumbledore probably wouldn't stand for it.

Fudge Fierce Fire Curse that high-level Dark Magic, he'll probably get a rude awakening from the Ministry of Magic.

Elemental Magic circles below the intermediate level won't attract much attention, but they're probably not very useful.

If a high-level or ultimate spell were used, and the fourteen-year-old Warlock of Hogwarts unleashed magic comparable to a natural disaster, it would undoubtedly be headline news in the Daily Prophet.

And Dragon-Slaying Magic..."

The Thought Form's voice trailed off, and it looked at its original form with pity and compassion.

"It's clear now?" Aaron gave a bitter smile. "This match is for us..."

"It's for you." The Thought Form immediately said, "I'm just a clone. If something happens to me on the field, the consequences would be unimaginable."

"Okay! This match was far too unfair to me, the limitations were immense."

Even without using these abilities, I am confident that I can defeat other Champion based on my level as a novice Archmage.

But as you know, Adrian's demands are so great that, in a sense, I'm facing more pressure than everyone else combined.

"Big Sister wants to use the Triwizard Tournament to test our strength." The Thought Form pondered, "I don't know what her purpose is, but we absolutely cannot let her succeed, otherwise we definitely won't survive."

"That's why I came here to discuss this with you; it's impossible not to reveal some things."

But we need to make a list, prioritize them, and even if we have to reveal our hand, we can only use the less influential ones; the rest should only be used as a last resort.

"I understand, I will do my best to do it well." The Thought Form said seriously, "But you also need to get as much information about the competition as possible, so that it will be easier for me to organize it."