The next day was Saturday.
Normally, the Great Hall would be empty on Saturday mornings, with most students sleeping in until late.
But today was different; the Great Hall was packed.
The crowd gathered in the center of the Great Hall, where the Goblet of Fire stood, its blue and white flames flickering.
A circle with a radius of over three meters surrounded the Goblet, which was Dumbledore's Age Line.
Charlie walked towards the crowd, where Harry and his friends were also present.
"Has anyone registered yet?"
Hermione turned around at Charlie's voice and said happily.
"You're here, Charlie. Someone from Durmstrang has already registered, but no one from Hogwarts has put their name in yet."
Just then, a rustling sound came from the entrance of the Great Hall.
Fleur entered with a group of Beauxbatons students.
They wore light blue silk robes, their skirts swaying gently as they walked, each with straight posture and slightly raised chin.
"Good heavens, are they here to compete or to put on a fashion show?"
Hermione frowned. Ever since the Beauxbatons students began expressing their various dislikes for Hogwarts last night, Hermione had been quite displeased with them, especially their leader, Fleur.
Ron stared at Fleur, his eyes practically glued to her.
Fleur walked to the Age Line and pulled out a neatly folded piece of parchment from her pocket.
She elegantly stepped over the golden line. The Goblet of Fire's flames flickered as she approached. She threw the parchment into the Goblet, and the flames instantly shot up, engulfing the paper.
A murmur of whispers rose around them.
"Someone from Beauxbatons has successfully registered too. What about our school?"
"I've been here all morning, and I haven't seen anyone register."
"Could it be that someone registered secretly at night, not wanting others to know?"
Fleur turned and walked back, her self-satisfied gaze sweeping over the crowd.
She saw Ron staring at her foolishly, a smile playing on her lips, and she lightly covered her mouth with her hand.
Ron's face instantly turned bright red.
He tugged at Harry's sleeve and whispered excitedly, "She's smiling at me! Did you see that? She definitely fancies me!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned away; this guy was beyond saving.
Other Beauxbatons students also followed, throwing their names into the Goblet of Fire.
The students who came to Hogwarts had been carefully selected, so there was no issue of them being underage.
Charlie also felt it was time to register.
"Hermione, do you have paper and a pen?"
He really didn't have any on him.
Hermione frowned, somewhat perplexed.
I know you don't pay attention in class, but isn't it a bit much for a student not to have paper and a pen at school?
Hermione rummaged through her bag, pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, and handed them to Charlie with exasperation.
"Here!"
"You write it for me, I'm too lazy to move."
[Your Majesty's actions sometimes truly make this servant feel that they are heaven-defying. tyrant points +5]
Hermione sighed helplessly, sat down obediently to the side, and helped Charlie write his name.
Just then, Fred and George ran over, followed by their roommate Lee Jordan, all three with triumphant smiles on their faces.
"It worked!" Fred rushed to Harry, holding up a small bottle.
"We drank Ageing Potion."
"A drop each," George added.
"Now we all meet the seventeen-year-old requirement."
The surrounding students stopped and watched the three of them.
Fred took a deep breath and was the first to step forward.
As soon as his foot crossed the Age Line... Bang!
An invisible force bounced him back, sending him tumbling in the air before he fell heavily to the ground.
George and Lee fared no better; both were thrown back almost simultaneously, rolling several times on the ground.
A burst of laughter erupted in the Great Hall.
"Ouch..." Fred got up from the ground, rubbing his backside.
Then he saw George's face and froze.
George had grown a large, long, snow-white beard that hung down to his chest.
Lee Jordan was the same, his beard even curled.
"You two..." Fred pointed at them, but before he could finish, he felt an itch on his chin.
He reached up and touched it — a long beard.
"Hahahaha!"
The surrounding students laughed uproariously.
Fred and George exchanged glances, then couldn't help but laugh themselves.
Seeing this, Charlie immediately realized something.
It was likely that many conventional methods had been restricted by the organizers.
Not just Dumbledore, but the Ministry of Magic must have also thought of many countermeasures.
Ageing Potions wouldn't work, Accio probably couldn't summon the Goblet of Fire, and hooking the Goblet out was completely out of the question.
But there was one method they absolutely wouldn't restrict.
Apparition.
Hogwarts itself was anti-Apparition, and most students didn't know this magic.
The Ministry of Magic wouldn't even think to restrict this, and Dumbledore certainly wouldn't actively remind them.
And Charlie just happened to have Apparition privileges within Hogwarts.
He took the note Hermione handed him and glanced at the neat handwriting on it.
"Charlie White, Hogwarts."
The next second, Charlie's figure vanished from his spot.
The students in the Great Hall paused, then erupted in gasps.
Charlie was already standing inside the circle, just a step away from the Goblet of Fire.
He threw the note into the Goblet, and the blue and white flames instantly shot up, engulfing the parchment.
"Charlie succeeded!"
"Someone from Hogwarts has registered too!"
"How did Senior Charlie suddenly get in?"
The Hogwarts students cheered excitedly.
When facing Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, the distinctions between the four Houses were insignificant at this moment.
Except for Slytherin and Gryffindor; they both wished the other would eat dirt.
But overall, Hogwarts students still hoped the Triwizard Cup would remain at Hogwarts.
Now that Charlie had successfully registered, it naturally made the Hogwarts students very excited.
Fleur stared at Charlie with a serious expression.
She recognized that magic: Apparition.
Let alone being able to use it at Hogwarts, she couldn't even Apparate yet.
If no one interfered, he would most likely be her opponent in the tournament—a truly formidable rival.
However, wasn't it simple to interfere with this matter?
A smile played on Fleur's lips; her own Principal was a judge, after all.
After Charlie successfully registered, he Apparated out of the Age Line again.
The surrounding students were still discussing animatedly, many staring at the Goblet of Fire, their eyes gleaming with eagerness.
"Shall we go to Hagrid's?" Charlie turned to Harry and the others.
Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts were almost depleted.
Charlie wanted to persuade Hagrid to breed another batch of Blast-Ended Skrewts; they were truly amazing.
Harry nodded immediately.
"Okay, I haven't seen Hagrid in a long time either."
Ron and Hermione also planned to follow.
Although Hermione had been busy lately, she felt it was necessary to talk to Hagrid at this moment.
She wanted to know Hagrid's opinion on House-elves, as someone with mixed racial blood.
Fred and George, meanwhile, ran off to find Madam Pomfrey; their beards would soon be dragging on the floor if not dealt with.
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