At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Morris.
Even Madame Maxime and Phoebe were no exception.
Phoebe's eyes held an undisguised scrutiny—she was very interested in whether Morris could pass the Age Line.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Morris slowly extended his wand and pointed it at the Age Line.
With a gentle flick of the wand.
A section of the Age Line had been Silencio erased, as if someone had used an eraser to remove pencil marks.
Simple, and brutal.
After doing all this, Morris put away his wand, looked down at the gap, and stepped across it.
He walked to the Goblet of Fire and successfully dropped the note into it.
Just like everyone else who had signed up before, the Goblet of Fire immediately erupted with blue flames, engulfing the slip of paper.
Then he turned around and walked back to the Weasley Twins.
"That's it," he said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Age Line that had been partially erased seemed to come alive and returned to its original state.
Fred and George stared blankly at Morris, just as they had stared at Phoebe before.
After a long silence, Fred finally spoke, his voice urgent, " Morris, teach us quickly!"
At that moment, a cheer suddenly erupted from the crowd.
The Entrance Hall erupted in excitement, especially among the students under seventeen, who surrounded Morris, bombarding him with questions.
"Did it really go in, Morris?"
" Black! Black! Black!"
What spell did you use?
Morris hadn't expected them to be so enthusiastic, and he was caught in a dilemma, surrounded by people looking at him with expectant eyes.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Since you're so eager to know, let me explain it simply. It's very simple."
The Entrance Hall fell silent instantly, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen carefully, including the students from Beauxbatons.
Morris said, "The spell I just used was very simple, a universal dispelling spell that Finite Incantatem. I think you've all learned it."
"Wait!" Fred said incredulously, "Just Finite Incantatem?"
"Yes," Morris confirmed.
"Okay! I'll give it a try!"
Fred excitedly pushed through the crowd and strode toward the Age Line.
" Fred, wait a minute, "George said, before Fred had already reached the Age Line.
He drew his wand, pointed it at the thread, and shouted, " Finite Incantatem!"
The golden light flashed violently for a moment, then exploded into a blinding burst of golden light.
Before Fred could react, he was thrown back again, tumbling twice in the air.
Fortunately, Morris, who had anticipated this, caught his opponent with Levitation Charm.
After landing, Fred immediately turned around and shouted at Morris with an exaggerated expression, "You lied to me!"
He deliberately made a tearful face, his beard trembling with the movement, which was extremely comical.
Morris chuckled. "That just proves you need more practice."
In his view, Dumbledore had set this line so that his students would never touch the Goblet of Fire.
Yeah, except for him.
Just as Fred was about to retort, a gentle, amused voice came from the entrance.
" Morris is right, only students of a sufficiently high level can pass this line."
Everyone turned their heads at the same time.
Albus Dumbledore stood at the entrance to the Entrance Hall, wearing the purple robe specially prepared for the banquet, with a bow tied around his beard.
He glanced at the beards on Fred and George's chins, and a slight smile played on his lips.
"It seems quite a few people under the age have already tried it." There was a hint of knowing in his tone.
"But only this gentleman has succeeded," Madame Maxime said from the side. " Dumbledore, have you come to see your students too?"
Dumbledore turned and smiled, saying, "Yes, Madame Maxime. Also, we have afternoon tea today, and I cordially invite you to join us."
Maxime immediately replied, "I will go."
The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, mostly polite small talk.
Right now, Fred and George are already discussing other options for crossing the Age Line.
Morris didn't intend to stay any longer and immediately prepared to leave.
According to the plan, he still needs to perform advancement rituals for at least two skeletons today.
As I reached the door, a voice came from the side.
"Your magic is amazing."
Phoebe Delacour was standing a few steps away, watching him intently.
At that moment, she had a peculiar premonition that she couldn't quite place.
The young man before me is very likely Champion of Hogwarts.
"Oh, thank you," Morris said politely.
His magic was naturally far more powerful than that of ordinary students.
But compared to those truly powerful wizards, he is still far from it.
For example, Scrape.
"Do you think you'll be chosen as Champion?" Phoebe suddenly asked.
"I don't know." Morris shrugged, adding, "After all, it's just a cup that chooses the Champion; it might have its own reasons."
Phoebe gave a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with confidence. "But I believe I will become Champion of Beauxbatons."
Morris replied calmly, "Then congratulations in advance. Confidence is a good thing. Keep it up!"
He doesn't care who becomes his opponent.
Phoebe was slightly surprised by Morris's reaction.
She had expected Morris to show some competitive spirit, but he didn't.
The tone was more like an elder encouraging a younger person.
Doesn't that sound a little infuriating?
She was about to say a few more words when Morris turned and left.
" Phoebe, you don't look well. Are you sick?"
Madame Maxime's voice came through; she had finished her conversation with Dumbledore.
"It's nothing," Phoebe said.
After leaving the castle, Morris went straight to the Black Lake.
The weather was lovely; the sun peeked out, but it was still warm and pleasant.
The most eye-catching thing on Black Lake right now is definitely the huge sailing ship that Durmstrang has brought.
At that moment, Durmstrang's students were lining up to board the ship.
Karkaroff stood to the side, scrutinizing each student boarding the ship.
As Morris approached, he immediately turned his gaze over, his eyes filled with wariness.
" Mr. Black?" he asked curiously, "Coming for a walk by Black Lake? Or are you interested in our boat?"
He was quite willing to associate with someone of Morris's renown.
Morris shook his head slightly. "I'm just here to find my ship."
"Your ship?" Karkaroff was taken aback, looking around. "Where is it?"
It will come to greet me soon.
Morris turned to face the Black Lake.
Right next to Durmstrang's boat, the lake began to churn.
A dark shadow slowly grew larger, as if something was rising from the depths.
Karkaroff involuntarily took a step back.
Several Durmstrang students who hadn't yet boarded the boat stopped and turned to stare at the lake.
It's coming out!