After receiving confirmation from Morris, Krum gave a slightly awkward smile.
"I've used... your broom," he said sincerely. "It's wonderful."
"You bought it?"
Krum nodded, organizing his thoughts. " Phantom was given to me by my coach. Later I learned that the designer of this broom was studying at Hogwarts."
Upon hearing this, Morris pondered for a few seconds.
Perhaps his fame is greater than he imagines?
He asked directly, "So what do you want from me? Cooperation?"
"That's right." Krum didn't waste any words, his expression serious. " Phantom is powerful, but it's not entirely suitable for me. I'd like you to tailor-make a broom for me."
oh?
Morris became interested.
Krum's tone was very confident, indicating that it was not a simple whim, but rather the result of careful consideration.
For a professional Quidditch player, a broom is even more important than a wand.
"My fees aren't cheap," Morris said casually.
Krum was taken aback, clearly not expecting Morris's first reaction to be like this.
But he quickly regained his composure, frowned, and said, "The fee is not a problem."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a somewhat greasy voice interrupted from the side.
" Viktor, what are you doing here?"
Morris looked in the direction of the sound and saw Karkaroff walking quickly towards him; he had been staring at the Goblet of Fire.
Krum turned around, his tone respectful yet distant, "I was talking to Mr. Black."
"Ah, Mr. Black," Karkaroff said in a high-pitched voice, as if remembering something, "I've heard of you, the renowned designer of flying brooms?"
Morris nodded slightly.
The other person's tone made him slightly uncomfortable, but he didn't show it.
At this moment, Karkaroff turned to Krum, his expression softening. " Viktor, why didn't you tell me you'd made a friend?"
Krum's expression didn't change much. "We just met."
Karkaroff gave a slightly forced smile and patted Krum on the shoulder. "It's good to communicate with others, Viktor. But we should go now; we have a meeting to attend."
Krum turned to Morris, a hint of helplessness in his voice, and said, "Sorry, we'll talk later."
"No problem," Morris said.
Immediately afterwards, led by Karkaroff, Durmstrang's students left the Entrance Hall.
Ten minutes later, Morris finished his breakfast and returned to the Entrance Hall.
He has prepared everything he needs to register.
A note with my name and school written on it.
He really didn't know how the Goblet of Fire would use such a small thing to judge whether someone was qualified to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.
Could the Goblet of Fire reveal something deeper beyond these things?
Magic? Potential? Or some standard he didn't understand?
However, since that's the rule, he has no choice but to abide by it.
There were even more people in the Entrance Hall than before.
"Go for it, Fred! George!"
As soon as Morris walked in, he noticed people making a fuss.
A group of Gryffindor students were gathered together, cheering on two male classmates who were standing in front of the Age Line.
It was the Weasley Twins.
They each clutched a piece of parchment in their hands, their expressions excited.
Fred took something out of his pocket first, took a small sip, and then handed it to George next to him, George also drank from it.
Morris raised an eyebrow at this and stepped forward to ask, " Ageing Potion?"
"That's right," Fred said with considerable pride, "We found the recipe and successfully formulated it, very smoothly. Would you like some?"
Morris shook his head. "No need. Good luck."
He believed that the dividing line was not so easily fooled.
Fred waved to George beside him, "Let's go, let's go."
As he spoke, he straightened his head and stepped over the Age Line, and George immediately followed suit.
In that instant, all the students present focused their attention on them.
If successful, it means they can also register using this method.
Then, everyone saw the result.
As soon as the two entered, the Age Line flashed with a golden light, repelling them both.
The Weasley Twins were tossed high into the air and slammed onto the floor.
Morris helped George, who had collapsed in front of him, to his feet and asked, "How are you feeling?"
George, with a long, white beard, said listlessly, "What do you think?"
He always felt that Morris was mocking him.
The surrounding students burst into laughter.
Fred got up from the ground; his beard was longer than George's and the same style as Dumbledore's.
"Think of something quick, Morris!" he said anxiously as he approached. "You're definitely planning to sign up, aren't you?"
Before Morris could answer, the other end of the Entrance Hall suddenly fell silent, and the crowd automatically parted to make way.
Please make way.
Madame Maxime's voice came through as she led the students from Beauxbatons in.
Her size was so large that she looked out of place even in the spacious Entrance Hall of Hogwarts.
Madame Maxime stopped in front of the Age Line, turned around, and said gently to the students behind her, "There's no one here. Go ahead, Phoebe, you go first."
Phoebe Delacour stepped out from the group.
Fred stared at her intently until George tugged at his beard.
"Aww-"
-"
Fred's scream rang out abruptly in the Entrance Hall. He glared at George, "What are you doing?"
At the same time, Madame Maxime glanced at them with displeasure.
"Keep your voice down," George said, suppressing a laugh.
It's fun to be a little mischievous.
Phoebe crossed the Age Line and dropped a piece of parchment into the Goblet of Fire. The blue-white flames flickered and engulfed the parchment.
As she walked back to the group, her gaze inadvertently swept across the crowd, lingering on Morris for half a second.
Madame Maxime nodded in satisfaction and said to the other students, "One at a time."
The remaining students from Beauxbatons then began to drop their slips of paper into the Goblet of Fire.
After the last student finished, Fred gently nudged Morris's shoulder. "Your turn, Morris. Please let us see how you're going to get across that damn line?"
Morris nodded slightly and stepped forward.
At Hogwarts, he was undoubtedly one of the most talked-about people.
The students' attention was involuntarily drawn to it.
"Go for it, Morris!" someone shouted.
Morris glanced in the direction from which the sound came.
He's a Ravenclaw boy.
The boy noticed his gaze and immediately blushed.
... No, why are you blushing?
Morris's lips twitched, and he silently looked away.
He walked to the Age Line and slowly drew his wand.