I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 258 Dumbledore's Bad Taste
The Weasley twins' protests were of no avail; it was them that Dumbledore was guarding against.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore couldn't claim to know all of his classmates, but at least he knew a lot about troublemakers like the Weasley twins. He just didn't bother to care about them normally.

To put it in a less polite way, as soon as the Weasley twins stuck out their tails, Dumbledore knew what shape of shit they were going to poop.

Old Deng is an old fox who has been through many battles. The tricks of these two young foxes are all left over from his past.

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who is going to participate in the election that this competition is not a joke and you must not participate rashly. Once a warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must persist in the competition to the end." Dumbledore said, and once again looked at the Weasley twins with that meaningful look, as if he was hinting, and also seemed to be warning.

He paused for a moment and continued, "Whoever throws his name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be observed. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. Therefore, please think twice and make sure that you really want to participate in the competition before throwing your name into the cup - well, I think everyone should go to bed. Good night everyone."

After saying this, Headmaster Dumbledore left the guest of honor seat.

"Age limit!" said Fred, his eyes sparkling. "That's easy. You can definitely be fooled by the aging drug, right? As long as your name is in that weird cup, you can be happy - I don't think that stupid cup can tell who is seventeen and who is not!"

As he spoke, he nudged Louis with his elbow: "What do you think, Louis? You must also want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament very much, right? Listen to me, use the aging agent..."

"Why do we need to use anti-aging agents?" Louis spread his hands, picked up a piece of paper from the table, casually rolled it into a ball, and threw the ball of paper into the trash can from seven or eight meters away.

He spread his hands and said with a smile: "See, as long as your thinking doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than problems."

"We two don't have such a good ability." The twins said in unison, "So we can only choose to use the method of aging agent..."

Louis said nothing. He stretched out his hand and used a levitation spell to control the remaining piece of paper, which floated into the wastebasket.

"I have more than a dozen ways. Do you want to learn them?" Louis stretched out his hand and made Professor Wenger's classic gesture of dominating the world.

"That's impossible, Louis!" Hermione whispered aside, "Dumbledore must have thought of this. There must be something around to stop the spell!"

"That's even easier." Louis looked around and pointed at a seventh-year classmate and said, "Just think about it, if I asked her to help throw my name into the Goblet of Fire, what do you think would happen?"

The twins and the trio looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Louis stretched out his right hand and said angrily, "Open up, brothers. There are many loopholes in the rules. The aging agent is the most unreliable one. If the levitation spell cannot pass, then the aging agent will not be able to fool that line."

"That's right." George thought about it carefully and agreed with Louis: "Then we will listen to you and try each method once!"

His eyes were burning with eagerness. Harry, on the side, also had a look of longing on his face, drooling. I guess he was imagining the glorious scene of himself winning the Triwizard Tournament trophy?
When he walked out, he happened to run into Karkaroff. Harry stopped politely and let Karkaroff go first.

"Thank you." Karkaroff thanked him casually and glanced at Harry.

As a result, he was stunned for a moment. He turned his head back to Harry and stared at him, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. The students from Durmstrang also stopped.

Seeing the dazed look on their headmaster's face, they followed his gaze and saw the scar on Harry's forehead.

"That's right! That's Harry Potter!" an angry voice came from behind them.

Karkaroff turned around suddenly and saw Mad-Eye Moody limping towards him. His eyes, which had been rolling around, stopped moving and stared at Karkaroff instead.

Everyone saw that Karkaroff's face showed an expression mixed with anger and fear, which had to be said to be extremely complicated.

"It's you!" Karkaroff looked at Moody blankly, as if he didn't believe that he really saw him.

"It's me." Moody's face was gloomy. "If you have anything to say to Potter, hurry up. You have blocked all the exits of the auditorium. Damn it..."

Moody was right. There were nearly 20 people from Durmstrang, blocking the door. Others couldn't get out. Moody's voice was too loud, so the students behind him stood on tiptoe to see what was happening in front.

It is human nature to watch the fun, and curiosity is also part of human nature.

Karkaroff said nothing more. He looked deeply at Moody and walked away with the students.

Louis noticed the expression of "Moody". His eyes were fixed on Karkaroff, and his face also showed an expression of extreme disgust.

On the one hand, Barty Jr. wanted to maintain Moody's personality. On the other hand, as a loyal supporter of Voldemort, he hated slick double-dealers like Karkaroff and Lucius Malfoy the most - but he was not the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester, so he was in no position to teach Draco a lesson, nor could he turn him into a ferret and wander around.

The next morning, Louis accompanied Catherine to the auditorium. Even though it was Saturday, it did not stop the students from wanting to watch the fun.

Catherine's appearance attracted the attention of all the students in the hall. She held a piece of parchment in her hand and looked around proudly at the contestants from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. She stepped gracefully over the age line and threw the parchment with her name on it into the Goblet of Fire.

The flame in the cup curled gently, and took in Catherine's letter.

Although she was in the same class as the Weasley twins, Catherine was born in the second half of the year, so she was one year older than them and was naturally eligible to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

That is to say, she was twelve years old when she entered school, and now she is seventeen years old.

After Catherine returned to sit next to Louis, the Gryffindor team also made a brilliant appearance.

The Weasley twins were laughing and huddling around their friend Lee Jordan, mumbling about what they had drunk. When they passed by Louis, they both chuckled and said, "It's done! We each drank a drop of the aging potion, and just drank it."

Louis shook his head, thinking that these two idiots really didn't mind eating a hundred beans: "How does it taste?"

The three of them looked at each other and said in unison: "Not too salty or bland, it's really great!"

Good fellow, you three were all taught by the same master, right? The same master? "I'm sure Dumbledore must have thought of this a long time ago. Oh my God... Have you ever thought about what the punishment would be if you fail?" Hermione whispered to the three of them from behind.

But the three of them were already too excited to listen to Hermione's words.

"Are you ready?" Fred was shaking with excitement.

"Are you ready?" Lee Jordan repeated, but was slapped on the back by Fred.

"Don't imitate me!" Fred rolled his eyes at them both. "Come on, then—I'll go in first!"

Fred pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket with the words "Fred Weasley, Hogwarts" written on it.

He walked right up to the edge of the age line and stood there, teetering on his tiptoes like a diver preparing to jump from a fifty-foot platform. Then, with every eye in the auditorium watching, he took a deep breath and crossed the line.

For a moment, everyone thought Fred had succeeded. George must have thought so too, because he gave a triumphant shout and jumped forward after Fred.

But if nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected will happen.

Then there was a strange hissing sound, and with a grunt the twins were flung out as if they had been thrown out by an invisible hand.

You said that your invisible hand should not be used to control the macro-economy, but to control two little wizards. Why?
As Hermione expected, when the two men fell to the ground, there was a loud snapping sound from their jaws, and then, identical long white beards appeared on their chins.

Louis looked at the funny twins and remembered a very sharp saying.

This is the only time the Gemini see each other grow old.

Everyone in the auditorium burst into laughter, even Fred and George were no exception. They pointed at each other's white beards and couldn't help laughing.

"I warned you." A deep voice said, and the tone sounded a little amused. Everyone turned around and saw Professor Dumbledore walking towards them. He looked at Fred and George, his eyes flashing, "I suggest that you both go to Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing. She is already taking care of Miss Fawcett from Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers from Hufflepuff - they both have the same idea as you, but I need to make it clear that your white beard is much better looking than theirs."

Fred and George left for the hospital, and Lee Jordan went with them, laughing like Crayon Shin-chan, and so did the people in the auditorium, who were laughing as they talked about the antics of the twins.

Louis took a knife and cut a piece of roasted tomato from Catherine's plate, put it on his fork and brought it to her mouth, smiling and saying to her: "I told them both a long time ago, but unfortunately they didn't believe me. Look... Did they suffer a loss?"

Catherine hummed, stretched her neck and took a bite of the tomato.

"Is it delicious?" Louis asked in a low voice.

"Not bad." Catherine smiled.

“Shouldn’t it be especially delicious? It contains the taste of my love…” Louis chuckled.

Catherine rolled her eyes, her eyes full of seductiveness.

Even though they were an old couple, Louis was still electrified by this glance.

There was another round of cheers from the entrance hall. Louis looked up and saw Angelina Johnson from Gryffindor, the talented Chaser of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She grinned very brightly, strode to the side of the Gryffindor seat, sat down and said, "Oh, I did it - I put my name in successfully!"

"Are you seventeen?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Of course you've never seen her grow a beard," Ron said immediately.

Angelina smiled and said leisurely, "It was my birthday last week."

"Oh, I'm so glad that someone from Gryffindor finally joined!" Hermione said happily, "I really hope you can be chosen, Angelina!"

Angelina smiled at Hermione and said, "Thank you for your support, Hermione."

"Yeah, I'd rather it be you than that pretty boy Diggory." Seamus Finnigan said loudly, which caused several Hufflepuff students to glare at him.

Louis pursed his lips and resisted the urge to laugh. He asked Catherine, "How confident are you that you will be selected? It seems that there are many competitors for Hogwarts."

"It must be me." Catherine said without hesitation. She narrowed her eyes and glanced at Angelina and Cedric Diggory who was chatting and laughing with his classmates not far away.

Cedric is a winner in life. Not only is he handsome, he is also a good student and has a beautiful woman who admires him - Zhang Qiu beside him has his eyes almost glued to him, as if he were a magnet that firmly attracted Zhang Qiu's gaze.

"The young man is dressed in thin clothes and has a beautiful woman by his side. Tsk tsk, no wonder Harry envies him." Louis' voice was very low, but the sound of "tsk tsk" was very loud.

Catherine looked up and rolled her eyes at him, then snorted and asked, "Huh, are you envious too?"

"Why would I envy him?" Louis shook his head. "Aren't you much prettier than Zhang Qiu? I just like cold beauties like you."

"If you can talk, say more." Catherine put down her knife and fork, leaned her hands on the table, held up her face and looked at Louis with a smile.

Louis coughed, stood up and whispered in Catherine's ear: "I like the contrast between you, a cold and beautiful girl, and your gentle begging..."

Catherine was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Louis to be so... so excessive. She pointed at Louis with trembling fingers, her face flushed, and she couldn't find the right words for this situation for a long time.

"Damn little deer!" She glared at Louis viciously.

(End of this chapter)