The little lions all put their ears close to her.

"I probably won't participate." Harry thought for a moment and gave the answer.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"Harry, why don't you participate?" Ron was a little surprised, "If you participate, you will definitely be a Hogwarts warrior."

Harry said succinctly: "A waste of time."

After thinking for a while, he added: "There is no point in bullying children."

Several senior students hid their faces.

What a bully kid

"You are only fourteen years old this year!" Hermione said angrily, gently poking the back of his hand, "You are still a child."

"Can you beat the professor's child?" Harry said quietly.

"You just believe it." McGonagall comforted me, "If you want to be more open-minded, maybe Professor Moody just has something wrong with his body and needs to take some safe medicine to regulate his body."

We just heard that Mag wants to participate in the quarter-finals, but that doesn't stop us from moving Mag out - we won't turn eleven until next year, which is still a month away.

Hogwarts waved his wand, and the door to the Great Hall opened.

"Last year we won the House Cup with Hufflepuff."

Hermione opened her mouth.

There is nothing more depressing than this.

Hermione grabbed the handrail of the stairs and wanted to take another look at Sederwijk, but my figure hadn't completely disappeared yet.

Hermione curled her lips, I wasn't feeling comfortable, my worst and best friend had been secretly said good things about her.

Mag continued to shake his head: "It looks like some kind of bad potion."

"You can make a guarantee for him." McGonagall raised her head and looked at Moody, who was chatting with Young Master Hogwart under the teacher's chair. "But as of now, you still have no intention of participating."

Wu Bing stopped me and said, "You are Young Master Diggory."

Young Master Hogwart continued: "In addition, the delegations from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will arrive in October and will spend half of the school year with you. You hope that some great wizards will

I can feel more at ease."

Azka followed up with a chorus: "After all, you will bully someone who just has a father."

Under Dumblelin's long table, Malfoy's face was half red and half white with anger, but someone comforted me. The Dumblelins all looked at me warmly, and even Doyle and Crabbe were engrossed in chewing mutton chops.

There is no more Malfoy.

Those were almost general terms she had prepared for Mag.

This is not my first contact with Sederwijk.

Wu Bing and Wu Bing were startled.

Under Dumblelin's long table, Malfoy slammed the table.

"There are not many strange smells under my body." Mag frowned, "These combined together will be a potion that you have come into contact with. It's just that the smell outside the auditorium just now was too messy, and you won't be able to do it for a while.

Completely clear."

Azka's face was full of guilt: "Can a Death Eater quit the Slater class and still come out?"

The words my father and mother often said passed through my mind.

"That measure is very unnecessary." Young Master Hogwart said earnestly, "Even after your preparations, the events of the eighth-finals competition are still very safe. Even outstanding students in the eighth-first grade will find it difficult to say that they are dangerous."

Young Master Hogwart smiled slightly: "Of course, you have also considered that. There will always be some great wizards with outstanding talents. When we are very old, we are far better than the outstanding students in the eighth grade."

The great wizards set their sights on Mag again.

I have come across too few potions.

That sounds like bad news

"People whose father quits the Slater class are considered orphans." Azka also made a French military salute, "That is a very serious issue."

Even Azka and Harry's words came out.

"Our three colleges and the Ministry of Magic have unanimously agreed that there should be an age limit for this year's participants. Only students who are seventeen years old or above! Only students who are seventeen years old or above are allowed to register."

After saying that, Sedwyk waved goodbye to Mag.

It's Hufflepuff's greatest witch, Cedric Fred.

"Principal, you will promise it." Wu Bing shouted.

"Moody, you know." Hermione said immediately, "I just look a little nervous and don't have the nickname of Mad-Eye. But my father often mentioned me. Apart from being too relaxed and sensitive, I am actually a very good person."

people."

"You have to worry." Mag turned his gaze back and said, "Doubt yourself. He has always been excellent, right?"

"Maybe you should teach those two clean-mouthed students a lesson." Moody, who had been sitting silently, stood up and pretended to take out his wand.

Dumbledore had to wave his hand gently to make his voice louder: "I know that you are all eager to represent Hogwarts as a warrior and win the Triwizard Trophy, but -"

I have cooked all the potions under the textbook, in the textbook, and even in the "Weak Strength Potion". Except for the potions that require a long time to cook, such as the Fuling Elixir, I have brewed all the potions that last for more than eight months.

Hermione frowned: "Mr. Fred, you are saying that Sedewic's father is actually very annoying."

Wu Bing looked at me.

The great wizards got up and walked towards the small stairs.

Sederwijk took a deep breath: "Did you hear that he will participate in the quarter-finals?"

"Uncle Arthur is very wise." McGonagall praised happily.

Hermione was not surprised: "I'm not that good?"

"Have you met old Mr. Fred?" McGonagall continued, "Yes, you admire Cederwake very much. I am very good. If the Hufflepuff man did not inherit the inheritance, he would be happy to choose me.

Heir."

As I said that, I took a deep breath and gathered my courage: "Mr. Potter, you will sign up regardless of whether he will participate in the quarter-finals. Of course, you hope that he can also sign up."

Is this fourteen years old?

"Obviously it was just a mistake, but the damage was done as if it was really earned through strength."

Until Jordan Lee finished singing the school song as fast as possible, Wu Bing and Azka sang slowly to the end for the seventh time.

Mr. Malfoy straightened his back and tried his best to maintain the graceful sitting posture that I should not have on a daily basis.

"Your father said that if she had to choose someone to entrust her life to besides all the wizards, McGonagall would be the first one, followed by Professor Moody, then Professor Ron, Professor Flitwick,

Professor Sprout, before him was Professor Wu Bing."

Ron glared at him: "Shut up, gentlemen Wu Bingxue!"

As I said that, I paused and said helplessly: "At most, your college points can be kept in eight figures, isn't that bad?"

Moody sat back down.

Wait until you see me.

"Therefore, great wizards who are not confident in themselves and are under the age of eleven cannot apply to their dean. As long as the dean determines that they meet the registration standards, they cannot entrust professors to help them register."

"Is nothing wrong?" Wu Bing said.

"No, let me sing another school song, then go back to the dormitory and rest." Mr. Hogwart waved his hand, and the lyrics appeared in the air.

We sang it just once.

Even my friends were like this. These friends, whom I thought were bad friends, had drawn a line with me as early as the beginning of school. They made an appointment to go to Diagon Alley together. Before the newspaper published the news, they sent owl letters one by one.

It's okay to miss the appointment.

Snape and Professor Ron's expressions turned cold.

The little lions nodded in agreement. If they hadn't seen with their own eyes that Harry was a little bit taller than a first-year kid when he entered school and grew up year by year, they wouldn't have believed that Mr. Potter could beat the professor. He was only fourteen this year.

age.

George pinched his waist: "Professor Dumbledore, this is not fair. We all know that Harry is the best little wizard at Hogwarts!"

Wu Bing tugged at his cheek: "Professor Moody is really a bad guy. When I was young, when I was hunting down the white wizard, I would always make sure that I would use too evil white magic and only use some evil curses.

"

McGonagall can guarantee that except for the Hufflepuff man in the portrait, I have never been in contact with such a polite person. That is not a disguised face, but a real face. In the senses of a witcher,

I love her so much.

McGonagall shook her head: "It is indeed based on strength, but why is it Ravenclaw?"

Mag made a confused nasal sound.

A burst of laughter broke out from under Young Master Diggory's table.

"Yes, Professor Ron." Harry shook his head, raised his hand, and gave the dean a French military salute, "You are just discussing a problem."
To be continued...