In the middle of the night, in the Gryffindor bedroom, Ivan quietly turned up from the bed, glanced at Harry and the others who were still sleeping, opened the door gently, and walked towards the auditorium.
As he thought, at this point in ti, there was no one in the silent auditorium.
The door was open, and all the little wizards who tried to get up in the middle of the night to throw papers like their own thoughts had already co.
Inside the entrance of Ivan Mai, the surroundings looked a little dark, and the only light source was the large goblet placed on the high platform, and blue and white flas were constantly spitting out from the mouth of the cup.
"Try the easiest first!" Walking straight to the edge of the age line, Ivan thought to himself, took out a piece of parchnt with his na written in advance from his pocket, and then crumpled the paper into a ball. Aid at the mouth of the cup.
The distance of three ters is not too far, and Ivan is still very confident of his quasi-head, so he directly threw the paper ball in his hand.
The ball of paper was spinning in the air away from the hand, and it crossed the age line very smoothly and fell into the blue-white fla.
Just when Ivan thought he was going to succeed, the fla suddenly rose, lifted the ball of paper, and finally deflected and fell to the ground.
"Well, it doesn't seem to work!" Seeing this scene, Ivan touched his chin and muttered to himself.
However, Ivan didn't care too much about this defeat. He waved his wand and cast a flying curse to summon the goblet of fire, but the cup didn't move. He had to recall the ball of paper that had fallen to the ground and continued to try other thods.
For example, using Transfiguration Curse to make an owl flying through the air with a note.
It's a pity that Ivan soon discovered that the transford owl couldn't even break through the age line, no matter how high it flew, as long as it entered the range of the age line, it would be shaken by a magical force.
The rest of the attempts also ended in failure, even if he tried several tis to make the paper ball fall into the goblet of fire, he would soon be thrown out by the blue and white flas.
Obviously, in addition to the age line set by the old professor, the Goblet of Fire itself has also been given recognition magic. It is most likely that the paper that needs to be put into the Goblet of Fire will be accepted, and other creatures will not work.
Ivan even suspected that he had to put his na in by himself.
Don’t look at Barty Crouch Jr. in the original ti and space who signed up for him without Harry’s consent, but this guy will be a powerful confusing spell, even the number of participating schools can be changed, so It must not be difficult for the Goblet of Fire to mistake him for Harry himself.
"This is deliberately embarrassing !" Ivan muttered to himself.
The age line with the recognition ability of the Goblet of Fire is too tricky, and it is difficult to perform magic on a powerful magic item at a distance of three ters.
He originally expected Dumbledore to leave so obvious loopholes for himself to drill, but he didn't expect the old professor to be so cruel and directly block all the paths he thought of.
Thinking of this, Ivan's brows wrinkled involuntarily, is it possible to apply for help?
The way he can think of now is to find a powerful adult wizard, such as Professor McGonagall, let her impose a confusing spell on the Goblet of Fire and cast her own na in it—just like Barty Crouch Jr. did. Like that.
However, Ivan felt that according to Professor McGonagall's staid temperant, she would only provide herself with so advice at best, and I am afraid that she would not be able to do things like cheating directly.
Step on...
Just as Ivan was thinking about it, a footstep suddenly ca from outside the door.
sobody is coming? With a thought, Ivan turned his head and glanced, then drew his wand and tapped his chest, muttering softly.
"Charm~ (phantom body curse
A cool, water-like film suddenly enveloped the whole body, and Ivan's figure disappeared in place.
The footsteps outside the door were getting closer.
After a while, a wizard who looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old stepped into the auditorium. He wore a nightgown and looked around carefully, and saw that there was no one in the dim auditorium. He breathed a sigh of relief and hesitated towards the flas. Go for the cup.
Ivan, who was in a state of invisibility, held the magic wand and stared at each other's every move.
There are usually only two possibilities to co here at this ti.
The first is that he wants to participate in the top three but is not confident in his own ability and is worried about being laughed at, so he only dared to secretly put his na into the Goblet of Fire in the middle of the night.
The second is to make things happen, controlled by Voldemort and want to do sothing on the Goblet of Fire, or a Death Eater sneaked in in disguise.
Ivan quickly ruled out the second option, because the young wizard didn’t have any extra actions. After standing in front of the goblet of fire for a long ti, he hesitated and took out a piece of parchnt with the na written on it. Into the goblet of fire.
The blue-and-white fla imdiately engulfed the parchnt, which ant that his identity as a warrior candidate was recognized by the Goblet of Fire.
After all this was done, the young wizard seed to have let go of so burden, and slowly heaved a sigh of relief, and then prepared to leave with anxiety and expectation.
Perhaps he was too anxious when he turned around. The young wizard accidentally bumped into the table in front of him, his thigh knocked on the sharp corner, and he gasped in pain.
The goblet of fla placed on the table was also affected and shook slightly.
Ivan, who was observing in secret, was keenly aware of this, and his eyes lit up. It seed that the Goblet of Fire had not been fixed by Dumbledore!
Doesn't that an...
An idea popped out of Ivan's mind, and he cancelled the phantom curse on his body, blocked the door, and greeted enthusiastically.
"Good evening, senior!"
"Who?" A person suddenly erged from the dark, secluded auditorium, frightening the wizard.
With a brush, he took out the wand attached to his waist, tremblingly pointed to the front, and after seeing Ivan's face clearly, he asked uncertainly.
"You are... Hals? Why are you here?"
"Do you know ?" Ivan raised an eyebrow It was a little surprised, he didn't know each other.
"Of course! You are the pride of our Gryffindor... We hadn't won the Academy Cup for many years before you ca to school. Every year Slytherin beats us, and Quidditch..." It is excited to talk about the past deeds of Ivan.
"Winning the Academy Cup is the result of the joint efforts of everyone in Gryffindor. I just did sothing that should be done." Ivan said modestly.
"By the way, I want to ask you to do a favor? Can you?" Ivan asked with a smile. He didn't expect the other party to be suspicious of his admirer. This is much easier.
"What's up?" The young wizard was stunned, looking a little at a loss.
Ivan pointed his finger at the goblet of fla placed on the high table and spoke. "It's very simple, take that cup over! I want to sign up for the competition!"
(PS: One more today.)
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