Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 270, Question 269: How many Harry Potters are there?

"My father is deliberately avoiding me."

Draco looked rather grim during breakfast. He had gone to Lucius last night to get some answers, but had been turned away. He went again early this morning, but Lucius wasn't there.

Clearly, this was Lucius's way of showing he didn't want to see him.

"There must be a reason why you can't know," Dudley said, gulping down an egg as an explanation to Lucius.

It was obvious that old Malfoy didn't want young Malfoy involved, but Draco was already in the game, and it wasn't something Lucius could stop him from doing.

To put it bluntly, if Voldemort were to return, would he spare Draco and not recruit him into the Death Eaters' camp?

Just kidding.

"How many people submitted their names?"

Harry drank a full glass of milk and let out a loud burp.

"All representatives of Durmstrang," Ron replied to Harry, his eyes never leaving the Goblet of Fire.

To be honest, he really wanted to submit his name.

Compared to Durmstrang's all-staff vote, Beauxbatons has been much more cautious, with only half of its members voting so far.

"And what about Hogwarts?"

Neville picked up a glass of milk and shrugged: "Since D said those things yesterday, apart from him, there have been zero so far."

Even Cedric abstained after learning that Dudley had voted for him, let alone the others.

Oh, not necessarily. There will always be people who want to show off.

Ron's two older brothers, Fred and George, walked excitedly toward the Goblet of Fire, each clutching a piece of parchment in their hands; clearly, they were there to register themselves.

"Your brother is 17?" Harry asked Ron.

Ron shook his head: "They're still six months away from turning 17."

"The taste of the aging serum. They drank a drop of the aging serum." Dali swallowed another egg, as if to explain the situation to the two of them.

Theoretically, the other members of the disciplinary team should also be able to smell the aging agent, but only Dudley could smell it from that distance.

Do you think they will succeed?

"Is that even a question?" Draco glanced at the twins and snorted coldly. "If Dumbledore's magic were so easy to break, he wouldn't be the greatest white wizard of the twentieth century."

"Ignore Brother D's warning and let them make a fool of themselves."

Just as Draco said, the two were thrown out by an unseen force the moment they crossed the age line.

Not only that, but they also grew thick white beards on their chins, making them look like two Santa Clauses.

Fortunately, the twins didn't mind at all; instead, they pointed at each other's beards and laughed.

"Dumbledore's 'ageline' contains a total of twenty-seven interconnected spells, which ordinary aging potions cannot deceive. Unless that aging potion came from Professor Snape's hand."

In other words, at least a perfect-grade anti-aging potion is required.

"Of course, it's not just potions that can work. If your Confusion Charm is strong, it can also work."

The Confusion Charm is a very useful all-purpose spell that can be used in many situations. Although most wizards know it, it is difficult to master it.

A highly skilled wizard can not only use a confusion spell to bypass the age limit, but also use a magical artifact like the Goblet of Fire, which has been used for countless centuries.

In the following days, all the young wizards in Beauxbatons voted, while Hogwarts, as the host, had no one vote except for the Weasley brothers who lost the vote.

After all, Mr. Dursley had already cast his vote, and any other votes would just be for show.

Halloween is fast approaching, and it's time to reveal the identity of the warrior.

During the banquet, everyone sat obediently in their seats, their eyes fixed on the Goblet of Fire burning with blue and white flames in the center.

"Time is running out."

"Dumbledore said softly."

As he finished speaking, the flames in the Goblet of Fire suddenly changed color, turning from their original blue-white to a blood-red hue.

A tongue of fire suddenly shot into the air, crackling and popping continuously.

Suddenly, a charred parchment floated out of the Goblet of Fire.

At that moment, everyone held their breath.

"They are Durmstrang's warriors," said Dumbledore, having received the scroll.

Everyone on Durmstrang's side tensed up.

Even if Viktor is recognized as the best wizard in their eyes, the Goblet of Fire may not think so, and they might choose me instead.

"Viktor Krum".

Unfortunately, nothing unexpected happened. When Dumbledore called out the name, the other wizards at Durmstrang looked slightly disappointed, but they quickly applauded their school's representative.

Karkarov, the principal, looked extremely happy; his palms were practically red from clapping.

Not long after, another tongue of fire shot out from the Goblet of Fire.

Another parchment flew out.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons," Dumbledore read aloud, looking at the parchment in his hand. "Hibiscus Delacour."

Hibiscus, a girl with silvery hair, stood up from Beauxbatons' seat and walked towards the next room.

Soon, flames shot up for the third time.

This time it's Hogwarts.

Dumbledore opened the parchment and beamed with joy upon seeing the name on it: "The Champion of Hogwarts—Dali Dursley!"

The next moment, thunderous applause engulfed the entire classroom.

Compared to the sadness and disappointment of not being selected for the first two schools, Hogwarts was the one that everyone hoped for.

It was almost a consensus among the young wizards that only Mr. Dursley was qualified to represent Hogwarts.

Even Hufflepuff, who had Cedric, had to admit that Mr. Dursley was a bit better than Cedric.

Even Dumbledore led the applause.

However, at that moment, something unexpected happened.

The Goblet of Fire burst into flames once again and spat out a piece of parchment.

In this situation, not only Karkaroff and Maxim were stunned, but even Dumbledore showed a look of astonishment, especially when he saw the name on the parchment, his expression changed drastically.

"The Fourth Warrior"

"Harry Potter".

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

However, this situation did not last long, because flames shot out of the Goblet of Fire once again, spewing out parchment as always.

Dumbledore picked up the parchment and read the name on it expressionlessly.

"Harry Potter".

Flames shot out from the Goblet of Fire once again.

Or Harry Potter

Then repeat it once.

It's still Harry Potter.

How many Harry Potters will Hogwarts actually choose? Are you kidding me?

The expression on the face of the person standing in the teachers' section froze.

(End of this chapter)