Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 270, 268. A spellcaster must maintain a sufficient thirst for knowledge about anything unknown.

To be honest, Dali wasn't very interested in participating in the three-way battle for supremacy.

If the Death Eaters continue to tamper with the Goblet of Fire according to their memory, Dudley wouldn't mind teleporting along to give Voldemort a surprise.

Even a weakened Voldemort is easier to deal with than the Dark Lord in his prime.

I wonder if our senior Tom is still in a baby state right now.

Dali, who was about to leave the restaurant, suddenly stopped and his expression turned strange.

The system, which hadn't been online for a long time, finally gave him a big task.

"The spellcaster must maintain a sufficient thirst for knowledge about anything unknown—win the Triwizard Tournament and touch Voldemort's nose."

Touch Voldemort's nose?

So here's the question: Voldemort, that thing, has a nose?

Or should I press a button on his face?

Is the system up to something?

"Dali, what's wrong?"

Seeing Dudley standing still, Hermione also stopped and turned to look at him with a puzzled expression.

"I suddenly want to do something."

"What?"

"Participate in the three-way battle for supremacy."

Hermione was not surprised to hear Dudley's words.

As Dumbledore just said, the Goblet of Fire will select the best wizards from the three schools.

Who is the best young wizard at Hogwarts?

It has to be Dali.

This is a fact universally acknowledged throughout Hogwarts.

Just then, Harry suddenly poked half his head out from around the corner of the door: "D-bro, Cedric said he's going to participate."

Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff's rising star, an exceptionally talented member.

Of course, he was also the first junior wizard to join the group outside of the original six members of the Discipline Group.

According to the original storyline, Cedric represented Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament, and was teleported to the Little Hangleton Chapel Cemetery with Harry, where he was killed by Wormtail's "Big Gourd" attack.

"Tell him he has no chance."

Dudley said casually, took out a piece of parchment, scribbled a few words on it, and headed straight for the "age line" that Dumbledore had just drawn with magic.

The age line that should have prompted a reaction seemed to have no existence, allowing Dudley to walk in and throw the parchment with his name on it into the Goblet of Fire.

The whole process was completed smoothly and without any problems.

The blue and white flames in the Goblet of Fire seemed to burn even more intensely.

"As expected of Mr. Dursley."

The young wizard who remained in the restaurant witnessed this scene and exclaimed in admiration.

Professor Dumbledore just said that anyone under 17 could not apply, and now Mr. Dursley has already refuted that claim with his actions.

There is nothing that Mr. Dursley has not been able to do so far.

After Dudley left, some young wizards who were underage tried to imitate him, but without exception, they were all blasted away by a mysterious force the moment they stepped into the "age line".

It is impossible to complete the registration.

The next day, as dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight appeared, dappled patterns of light appeared at the horizon.

It was another foggy day, a very common occurrence at Hogwarts.

Durmstrang students disembarked early from their lounge on the enormous ghost ship.

Because Durmstrang is located in an extremely cold region, students there develop the good habit of exercising in the morning, which is why Durmstrang students are all very strong and robust.

Karkaroff glanced at the still silent Hogwarts Castle, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

Compared to the diligent Durmstrang students, the Hogwarts students were incredibly lazy.

"Have you Hogwarts students ever seen the sky at six in the morning? We Durmstrang students have, every single day."

This is the difference between the two schools.

In this three-way battle, Durmstrang is destined to win.

Viktor walked at the front of the Durmstrang students, leading the run as the leader. As a professional Quidditch player, he was the tallest, with neat, short hair and well-defined muscles from years of training.

Viktor hadn't run two steps when he suddenly stopped and listened intently. He seemed to hear a sound coming from afar.

"What happened, Viktor?"

Karkaroff looked at Viktor, who had stopped, and asked in confusion.

"I heard some kind of sound, like someone running just like us."

Good boy Victor answered honestly.

"How is that possible?"

Karkaroff scoffed, "The people at Hogwarts are all lazybones, a bunch of people who only know how to enjoy themselves."

However, his expression turned extremely ugly as soon as he finished speaking.

Because he heard that sound too.

"Ya's hungry, ya."

This time the sound was much closer and clearer.

The wizards at Durmstrang School looked at each other in bewilderment.

They heard it; it wasn't an illusion. Along with the shout, a unified voice rang out.

That sound was all too familiar. It was running!

Several agile figures emerged from the thick fog.

A man even more muscular than Viktor, resembling a bodybuilding coach, led the race, followed by two smaller wizards of similar size to Viktor, and then several more figures.

It's Dursley, Potter, and Longbottom!

Viktor recognized the men.

"Ya (one) hungry (two) Ya (one), Ya (one) hungry (two) Ya (one), Ya (one) hungry (two) Sa (three) Shi (four)"

"Ya (one) hungry (two) spit (three) look (four)!"

Dali led the chanting of slogans, and the crowd behind him echoed them.

The group jogged over to Viktor and the others.

"Morning exercise?"

"Uh-huh."

Viktor nodded blankly. He could clearly see the dense sweat covering everyone's bodies, a result of a long period of training.

"Keep it up, we're done. See you in the cafeteria later."

"Okay." Viktor nodded hesitantly.

Dudley patted Viktor on the shoulder and then left with the members of the disciplinary team.

It wasn't until they completely disappeared that Viktor came to his senses, as if waking from a dream.

That brief contact just now allowed him to clearly feel the explosive power emanating from the other party.

Yesterday, because everyone was wearing long robes, it wasn't very noticeable, but today it's clear that the other person has very strong pectoral muscles, which bounce with each step.

If they came to play Quidditch...

It's perfect no matter where you put it.

It turns out that Hogwarts also has morning exercises, and they even start earlier than the other schools.

Karkaroff had a gloomy face and looked very unhappy, and didn't say a single word throughout the entire process.

The sky at six in the morning?

Have you ever seen Hogwarts at four in the morning?

(End of this chapter)