Ageing Potion

When the three returned to the Great Hall, Fred and George became much more cautious, and after realizing that Phoebe had Veela blood, her special allure didn't seem as exaggerated as it had been at first.

However, the two did not dare to linger near Phoebe for too long. After chatting briefly, they made an excuse to go to Lee Jordan's place.

"Has anyone put their name in?" Fred asked.

"Not yet... wait, Krum is here," Lee Jordan said, suddenly pointing towards the door.

The Durmstrang students had just crossed the field and entered, with their principal walking at the front and Krum beside him.

The students surrounding the Goblet of Fire stepped back to let them pass, watching intently.

A dozen Durmstrang students lined up and crossed the Age Line one by one, dropping the parchment with their names on it into the Goblet of Fire. Each time, the blue-white flame would quickly turn red and burst into sparks.

"You mean..." George walked over to Kyle and lowered his voice, "What if the Goblet of Fire thought this guy was really that bad, and crumpled up his name and threw it out?"

Kyle imagined the scene and couldn't help but laugh, "The whole school would probably be happy for a whole year."

They instinctively looked towards the Goblet of Fire.

But even after the last person threw in their parchment, the expected scene did not appear.

Fred seemed somewhat disappointed.

"Perhaps it's because they're all old enough," George said after a moment's thought.

The two then went to the side and whispered to each other, seemingly discussing something.

"Ignore them," Kanna said to Phoebe. "Did you bring parchment?"

"I brought it." Phoebe looked away and nodded. "But I need to wait for Madame Maxime ... oh, she's here."

As they were talking, Beauxbatons ' men also entered the Great Hall.

Phoebe quickly ran over and, under Olympe Maxime's guidance, joined the others in placing the parchment slips with names written on them into the Goblet of Fire.

Phoebe originally wanted to stay, but Olympe Maxime seemed to have something to say, so she had no choice but to leave with him.

Now, only Hogwarts students remained in the Great Hall.

"Am I late?" came Cedric's voice from behind.

"As long as it's before evening, it's not too late." Kyle turned around and said, "Have you already written your name?"

"Actually, it was written last night." Cedric produced a neatly cut strip of parchment with the words "Cedric Diggory – Hogwarts" written on it.

The template for the note was posted on the door of the common room long ago; all you have to do is write it down.

"Are you guys ready?" Cedric asked. "We can all throw it in together."

"Bang!"

Just then, a loud cracking sound suddenly came from next to the Goblet of Fire.

A figure seemed to be playing the Quaffle, tracing a graceful arc in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground ten feet away.

Ouch!

Ron rolled on the ground, clutching his arm, and then there was another cracking sound. A tangled tuft of white beard grew on his chin.

The people around burst into laughter, and even Harry, who had just run over to help Ron up, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I told you so..." Hermione said, looking at Ron who was covering his face and refusing to get up. "Professor Dumbledore would definitely have thought of something like Ageing Potion, but you just wouldn't believe me."

Harry, with a hint of relief on his face, discreetly slipped the bottle into his pocket.

Luckily, he hesitated for a moment, otherwise he would probably be lying on the ground by now.

"Looks like it has nothing to do with age." Fred and George had somehow appeared here, and without a doubt, what had just happened was related to them.

"Ron bought two bottles of Ageing Potion from us last night," Fred explained.

George said, "I knew he'd try to throw the name in, but I didn't expect him to be in such a hurry..."

"Although we didn't see the Goblet of Fire throw Ron's name out..."

"But Ron with the long beard is not bad either..."

The two of them laughed so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

As Qiu entered the Great Hall, Cedric said impatiently, "Let's go quickly!"

"I've been thinking that for a while now," Fred said with a smile, and then went over first.

Upon seeing them, the people around immediately made way for them, just as they had done when they saw Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

Fred was the first to cross the Age Line, followed by George, then Cedric, Cho, Kanna...

Kyle was the last one, and when he crossed the Age Line and placed the parchment in his hand into the Goblet of Fire, excited cheers erupted around him.

The Hufflepuff students cheered enthusiastically, loudly encouraging Kyle and Cedric.

"Why isn't anyone calling our names!" George said, annoyed. "Are all the Gryffindor sleeping in?"

The Gryffindor in the Great Hall all silently turned their heads away, pretending not to hear.

Their top choice is Angelina Johnson, but she hasn't arrived yet.

Only Lee Jordan gave a couple of polite shouts, but that was all. When Angelina walked into the Great Hall, his cheers were noticeably louder than before.

This infuriated Fred and George, who chased after him to beat him up.

At this moment, Ron, who was pretending to be an ostrich on the ground, was also pulled up. Harry was going to take him to the Hospital Wing to see if there was any way to remove his beard.

Hermione was walking at the very back, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned around and walked towards the Goblet of Fire.

Harry noticed her actions and quickly reminded her, "Wait, Hermione, you don't want to grow a beard too, do you? This is no joke..."

Before he could finish speaking, his mouth dropped open in astonishment.

Hermione skipped the Age Line and successfully put her name into the Goblet of Fire.

"You have a way of lying about your age, but you don't tell us!" Ron said angrily. "You don't think it's funny to see me make a fool of myself, do you?"

"I don't find breaking the rules fun at all!" Hermione said sternly. "I just turned fifteen last month."

"What?" Ron was stunned. He remembered Hermione's birthday was September 19th, but his birthday was in March. Even he couldn't have it, so why could Hermione...?

"Actually, I'm a year older than all of you," Hermione continued. "If I had been born twenty days earlier, I would be in fifth grade now."

this...

Harry and Ron exchanged bewildered glances; they had always assumed Hermione was younger than them.

A hint of envy flashed in Ron's eyes. "That's great, to be able to participate in the Triwizard Tournament..."

"Don't be silly, I don't think I'll be chosen," Hermione said. "I just don't want to miss this big event. By submitting my name, I've participated, haven't I?"

"Hurry up, hopefully Madam Pomfrey can remove these whiskers for you before the Halloween Feast... unless you want to wear them to the party."

Not just Hermione, most people basically share her thoughts.

On Saturday, almost all Hogwarts students in their fifth year and above, including a small number of fourth-year students, cast their names into the Goblet of Fire.