Harry Potter and the Old Ones

The next day is Saturday, and generally speaking, students go to breakfast very late.

However, it wasn't just Harry, Ron, and Hermione who got up much earlier than usual on weekends, and when they went downstairs into the foyer, they saw more than two dozen people gathered around, some still eating bread .

But Tiera didn't show up—

To be precise, Tiera was rarely in bed today. No matter what Harry called, Tiera was reluctant to walk out of the Gryffindor common room.

After Harry, Ron and Hermione left, Tiera picked up a book and read it carefully by the window of the dormitory.

Last night, after he returned to the dormitory, he found a note on his bed——

"Before dinner, don't go to the auditorium again, and don't go to the secret room."

There is only a simple sentence on the note, and the handwriting is my own handwriting——

At that moment, combined with the previous experience in the corridor, Tiera understood what happened.

Obviously, there is something in the future self that needs to go back to the past, so Tiera decided to stay in the dormitory according to the future self's request.

"Oh, it's a pity for the famous scene." Tiera sighed regretfully——

Tiera actually wanted to hold a camera and record the Weasley twins fighting after they turned into two old men.

In the future, if one of the twins really sacrifices, Tiera will release this video at that time, and the remaining expression must be particularly interesting.

"Oh, forget it, I'll just be a person." Tiera sighed regretfully again, and then continued to read the book at hand.

...

Meanwhile, the Hogwarts Ballroom.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan hurried down the stairs, all three looking extremely excited.

"It's done, it's done, it's done!" Fred whispered to Harry, Ron and Hermione in a triumphant voice. "Just drank it."

"What?" Ron asked.

"Aging agent, idiot," Fred said.

"We each took a drop," said George, rubbing his hands in joy. "We only need a few more months to grow."

"If any of us wins, the thousand Galleons will be divided equally among three people." Li Danni said with a very happy smile on her face.

"This can't be successful." Hermione said proudly towards the camera lens -

But Fred, George and Lee ignored her.

"Are you ready?" Fred said to the other two, trembling with excitement, "so, come on, I'll go in first—"

Harry watched with fascination as Fred took a piece of parchment from his pocket with the words "Fred Weasley" written on it.

Fred walked straight to the edge of the age line and stood there, rocking on tiptoe, like a diver preparing to jump off a fifty-foot platform.

Then, under the gaze of every pair of eyes in the hall, he took a deep breath and crossed the line.

For a split second, Harry thought Fred had succeeded—

George must have thought so too, only to see him shouting triumphantly and jumping forward with Fred--

But then a hissing sound was heard, and the twins were thrown outside the golden circle, as if an invisible shot putter had thrown them out. They fell in pain on the cold stone ground ten feet away, and they were humiliated beyond the physical pain. With a loud crack, the same long white beards emerged from their chins.

The people in the hall burst into laughter. Even Fred and George couldn't help laughing when they got up and saw each other's white beards.

"I reminded you." A low voice. Said by the amused voice, everyone turned their heads and saw Professor Dumbledore coming out of the auditorium.

He looked at Fred and George, eyes gleaming with happiness, "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey, who is already nursing Miss Fawcett and Hufflepuff in Ravenclaw. Mr. Summers, and they both make up their minds to age a little bit, but I must say that their beards are far less beautiful than yours."

Fred and George left for the hospital, and Lee Jordan went with him, who was still giggling, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione giggled and went into the Great Hall for breakfast.

Dumbledore also entered the auditorium and took his seat.

Before taking his seat, Dumbledore raised his head suspiciously, and glanced at the glass around the auditorium with some vigilance, but—

Dumbledore found nothing, so he stroked his beard and sat down in his seat.

This morning, the decoration of the auditorium has changed again. Because it was Halloween, hordes of live bats flew around the enchanted ceiling, while hundreds of pumpkin figures squinted from every corner.

It was a very noisy environment, so it was difficult for even Dumbledore to observe, with his naked eyes, the shadowy white light that flashed from time to time on the soaring glass windows of the banquet hall.

When it was three or four o'clock in the afternoon, which was close to dinner time, a light rain fell in the sky, and Tiera finally walked out of the Gryffindor common room under the half pushes and half coaxes of Harry and Hermione. , following the crowd, came to the banquet hall.

Beauxbatons' students and Durmstrang's students also walked out of their respective quarters and came to the banquet hall.

When they entered the candlelit auditorium, it was almost full.

The Goblet of Fire had been moved, and it was now standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff's desk.

Fred and George's jaws were bare again--

They seem to have embraced their failure.

"Wish it was Angelina," Fred said as Tiera, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down.

"Me too!" said Hermione, holding her breath. "Ah, we'll find out soon!"

"As a prophet," Tiera said, and took the opportunity to show off her "prophetic ability", "I can tell you responsibly, we Gryffindor will definitely have a warrior, and you know it. people."

The Halloween dinner seemed to be taking a lot longer than usual~www.NovelMTL.com~ Maybe because it was a feast two days in a row, even Ron didn't seem to like the well-prepared sumptuous dishes as much as usual.

The people in the auditorium kept turning their necks to look out, anxious expressions on every face.

Everyone was fidgeting, standing up every now and then to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.

Harry, like them, wanted to finish his plate quickly and find out who was chosen as the warrior.

Finally, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the voices in the auditorium suddenly increased a lot.

Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again.

Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on either side of Dumbledore looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else.

Ludo Bagman was smiling and winking at the students of various schools, while Mr. Crouch looked uninterested, and could be said to be a little bored.