Chapter 471 "Sinister Bastard"

"Every student who wants to become a delegate must write their name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," said Dumbledore. "Tomorrow night, on Halloween night, the goblet will select the names of twelve students it thinks best represent the four schools. The goblet will be in the Great Hall to anyone who wants to participate."

"In order to avoid the temptation of underage students," said Dumbledore, "I will draw an age line around the goblet when it is placed. No one under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line."

When Dumbledore said this, Sean clearly heard many voices of displeasure, such as Harry, who has been looking through various books for a month, trying to find a way to overcome the age limit. Although Neville persuaded him to forget about it quite a few times, Harry seemed eager to take part in this one.

Sean learned from Daisy that James also participated in the Goblet of Fire, but in the end, he didn't lead his teammates to win, which is a regretful thing he had done before.

Harry was very eager to become one of the champions of the Goblet of Fire this time, but unfortunately, his age happened to be a problem. He would miss the next tournament because he would graduate from it.

"I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the tournament that this is not a child's play, so don't take part in it rashly. Once the Goblet of Fire selects a delegate, they must join in the competition until the end."

"The Goblet forms a magical contract with the person who puts their name on it, and that contract must be kept. Once you become a delegate, you are not allowed to change your mind. Therefore, please think twice and make sure that you really want to participate in the competition.

"Well, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. Good night, and have a nice sleep, everyone." Dumbledore glanced at everyone, smiled, and clapped his hands, indicating that everyone could go back.

There were noisy voices in the hall, and the Weasley twins put their arms around Harry's shoulders.

"Hey," said Fred, giving Harry a smirk, "George and I heard about your wishes."

George said on the other side, "Our brave, tragic, eager, and helpless Harry, why don't you come and ask the amazing Weasley brother for help? The Ronald one doesn't count."

"Hey, I'm your younger brother." Ron said dissatisfiedly on the side.

"Have George and I decided to admit you yet?" Fred teased Ron and then whispered under Harry's puzzled eyes, "I have a way to get you to participate."

Harry's eyes lit up suddenly, "What?"

"Ageing potion, my friend." George secretly stuffed a small bottle into Harry's pocket with a mysterious expression on his face. It can make you grow up a little bit and reach the threshold for registration."

Harry touched his pocket, "Is it effective?"

Fred replied, "This is a little help we can do. George and I are old enough."

Sean happened to pass by, saw this, walked over, and bumped into them, "I have to remind you guys, that line."

He pointed to the golden line Dumbledore had drawn next to the Goblet of Fire.

"It was made by Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards of this century. An Ageing Potion currently sold for three Sickles is not going to make it."

George laughed and hammered Sean, "Buddy, we won't take any money from Harry. Besides, who said that a cheap price can't play a great role?"

Sean shrugged, and he looked at Harry, "My advice is just don't die."

Harry hesitated for a moment and sighed, "Sean, I think you're right."

After finally convincing Harry, Sean looked back at the teacher's table and found that Grindelwald hadn't left the table. He was standing there as if waiting for Dumbledore. He doesn't know which of his followers drank the Polyjuice Potion now.

Just as Sean was thinking about it, Grindelwald noticed his gaze and made a move. Sean was surprised. His action was the calling action that Grindelwald used to teach himself when he was teaching himself.

This movement is only familiar to the two of them, but the one in front of them should be fake. Could it be that Grindelwald had something to inform him, so he told the subordinate, pretending to be himself in this action?

Holding such doubts, Sean looked around, walked out of the hall, and walked quietly to the side. Turning through the side door, sure enough, Grindelwald was already waiting there.

"Sir?" Sean asked uncertainly.

Grindelwald showed a smile that Sean was very familiar with.

"Long time no see, Sean."

Sean was a little confused for a moment, "Sir, aren't you?"

Grindelwald snapped his fingers so that others could not overhear the conversation between the two: "While you see is me, it's not me."

"Huh?" Sean looked up and down.

"Stop looking for your answer stupidly," Grindelwald smiled, "They still drink the potion, but my loyal subordinate doesn't mind letting me take his body."

No wonder Grindelwald in front of him has exactly the same movement habits as the real him.

"Don't look at me like that. Am I not allowed to get some fresh air outside?" Grindelwald said lightly.

Sean choked for a moment; it seemed that this was really Grindelwald.

"But isn't Imperius Curse only allow you to remotely control other people?" Sean had another doubt.

Grindelwald spread his hands easily, "I have improved the Imperius Curse."

"Of course, there are other things." Grindelwald said casually.

"What is that?"

Grindelwald passed Sean and looked back, "I'm going to find something here. Heh, he is here."

Sean turned his head and saw an old man with a white beard and hair walking quietly. It was Dumbledore.

"You shouldn't do this. It's not honorable to use the Imperius Curse on one of your subordinates, even if he volunteered for it." Dumbledore ignored the magic placed by Grindelwald and walked directly in.

Grindelwald's expression suddenly became lively and sneered, "Don't worry about it, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore glanced at Sean and sighed, "I don't even know why you still have those feelings."

Sean's heart was full of alarm bells; the two old men wanted to talk about their relationship now.

Grindelwald said slowly, "Those things between us will be discussed later, but I came here especially to say one thing."

He moved closer, looking directly at Dumbledore.

"I created Nurmengard and restored the Goblet of Fire. Everything I did was for fair competition." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, "When the age rules were established, the schools agreed, including you."

He pressed Sean on the shoulder and looked at Dumbledore, "How old are you?"

Sean blinked, trying to look innocent, "Sixteen, sir..."

"Okay, now be quiet." Grindelwald pressed Sean hard.

Dumbledore folded his hands at his waist, "But Sean has—"

"In order to issue that certificate, did you agree with Beauxbaton and Durmstrang's extras to stay in school? Three to one, regardless of Nurmengard's suggestion?" Grindelwald said dissatisfiedly.

Sean suppressed his laughter. He finally knew why this certificate, which was obviously specially made for him, was made: because a deal had been reached.

Students like Fleur and Krum, who should have graduated, also took an extra year to compete in the Goblet of Fire. Other schools agreed with Hogwarts' certificate, and Hogwarts also agreed with other schools' additional years of students.

Dumbledore still smiled, "Shouldn't Nurmengard be at an advantage as well due to the deal?"

Grindelwald shook his lips with a half-smile, "I taught Sean."

The implication is clear. He understood Sean's strength; even if there is an "eighth grader"," they may not be able to beat him.

Dumbledore was unmoved, "Sean is an outstanding student from Hogwarts."

"You've got the guts to put Sean in the tournament."

"Sean is an outstanding student from Hogwarts."

"It's been a long time since you won against Nurmengard, and you're down to play such a dirty trick?"

"Sean is an outstanding student from Hogwarts."

"Let them fight and compete on their own fairly and honestly. Compete at the same level. Do you understand this principle, Dumbledore?"

"Sean is an outstanding student from Hogwarts."

Sean, who was held down more and more forcefully, held back a smile and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Moreover, he now finally knows what the Howler letter Dumbledore received during the summer vacation was.

Grindelwald took a deep breath, let go of Sean, and walked up to Dumbledore to look directly at him.

He raised a hand and held up a middle finger.

"Albus Dumbledore, you sinister bastard."

After all, he turned around and left angrily. When Grindelwald walked away, Dumbledore glanced at Sean and burst out laughing.

"Sean, remember to enjoy the tournament later."

Hearing this, he was speechless.

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The next day was Saturday. The students went to breakfast very late. However, when Sean and the others arrived at the hall, there was already a large number of students discussing there. When Sean walked in, the cheers erupted, but it was for someone else.

Amid the roar of a group of students led by Krum, a group of students from Durmstrang threw the notes with their names on them into the Goblet of Fire. Immediately afterward, Beauxbaton's students followed Fleur's footsteps and put in their names one after another.

Hermione asked the girl beside her, "They just started participating in it?"

The girl nodded, "Well, the students in Nurmengard also put their names in before. Almost everyone wrote their names. They look so scary, and it seems like we are the only ones left in Hogwarts. Oh, hey, Sean."

Sean greeted the girl. She spread her hands and asked, "Will you participate?"

"I don't know, there's still half a day left."

"But I can't wait, Sean." said a voice behind him.

Sean turned his head and saw Cedric.

"Hey, good morning. How are you doing?" Sean greeted with a smile.

Cedric shook his shoulders nervously, "Frankly speaking, it's not good. I was nervous all night."

"Hey, buddy!" Behind him, a large group of students said excitedly.

Cedric is the male chairman of the Hogwarts Student Union this year, and he has a good reputation among the students. He is considered to be one of the three Hogwarts delegates this year. Sean's reputation is slightly different from Cedric's, probably because of him becoming a teaching assistant and participating in various major events.

The certificate issued by Hogwarts almost clearly told everyone that it was specially set up for Sean. Therefore, before the start of the competition, everyone agreed that Sean and Cedric were already destined to be the two delegates.

The twins even opened a betting. The ratio of guessing the three Hogwarts delegates this time is currently 1:1 for Sean and 1:1.05 for Cedric. Others have bigger odds.

The twins also wrote their names and secretly changed their ratio to 1:100, but unfortunately, no one rooted for them, which annoyed the two of them for a while.

Cedric gave Sean a high five, surrounded by his friends, and threw his name into the Goblet of Fire. Accompanied by warm applause, someone gently tugged on Sean's clothes.

He turned his head and saw long silver hair.

Stephanie was looking at him, "Sean, are you going to participate?"