"We have to take risks. Otherwise, what's the fun in life?" George then said, "Hey, Ron, if we have a way to fool Dumbledore, do you want to participate?"
"Of course, it would be great if I could participate, wouldn't it?" Ron immediately replied, "But I guess they probably want older people. I don't know if we've learned enough …"
"I definitely haven't learned enough." Neville said gloomily, "But I think my grandmother will definitely want me to participate. She always says that I should protect the honor of my family. This is the best opportunity, I just want …"
"Look at Ai, he's one year younger than you two, but he will participate, and he will never say such discouraging words," Fred said.
"This is different. Ai knows a lot of spells, and he has magic …" Ron argued, but he immediately stopped.
He originally wanted to say that Ai was so strong because of the Sorcerer's Stone, but he suddenly realized that this was a secret that could not be revealed.
Before Ron could think of how to continue, everyone saw Ai and Hermione enter the common lounge.
"Don't think about it, I'm not going to participate in the Top Three Competition!" Ai said, pulling Hermione over.
A few people looked up at him in surprise, as if they did not understand what he had just said.
"Ai, you're not going to participate in the Top Three Competition?" Harry asked, "Did I hear wrong? You said on the train that you were going to participate in the competition and become a warrior of the Hogwarts, and your strength …"
"To be precise, I can't participate. Dumbledore talked to me just now, and they specifically banned me from participating. They think that I'm too strong, and it might destroy the balance of the competition," Ai said indifferently, sitting down next to Corin. Ai said indifferently and sat down next to Colin. "I've promised him that I won't participate in the competition."
"That's a pity. You're the strongest!" Corin said, as if trying to comfort Ai.
In his opinion, the Top Three Competition represented the highest honor.
Ai missed this opportunity, and now he must be very sad.
But in fact, Ai felt nothing at all.
He had originally planned to participate in the competition because he wanted to go to Lord Voldemort with Harry without arousing suspicion.
Now that there was an easier way, he didn't want to go through the trouble of participating in the tournament and fighting with fire dragons or water monsters.
"There's nothing to feel sorry about. I wasn't interested in this competition anyway."
"Yeah, Ai is now a world-class celebrity, the future star of the magic world!" Fred said, "He doesn't need that fame, and he doesn't need that one thousand gold Garen reward. Becoming a warrior is meaningless to him."
"But this is an opportunity for us!" George said, "If Ai participates, he will definitely be a warrior of the Hogwarts, and we will have nothing to do with it!"
"That's right, Ai is the best. The rest of them are about the same, we just need to deceive Dumbledore."
"But I heard that many people died in the Top Three Hegemony Competition!" Hermione said with a worried tone.
"Yeah!" Fred replied nonchalantly, "But that was many years ago."
"People died hundreds of years ago. Times have changed now, that kind of thing definitely won't happen again."
In the end, under the persuasion of Fred and George, everyone except Ai and Hermione seemed to want to participate in the competition.
Especially Harry and Ron, they decided that if the twins found a way, they would try it, or observe the situation before taking action.
It was not until late at night that everyone went back to their respective bedrooms to sleep.
When Ai and Corin walked into the bedroom, the other three were already asleep.
There was a poster for this year's Quidditch World Cup on Wicky's head, and Corin had cut out all of Ai's photos from the newspaper and put them on the wall. He was now collecting photos of Ai and Harry, and many of them were also pasted on the wall.
"Ai, are you really not going to participate in the competition?" Corin asked, and began to change into his pajamas.
From the looks of it, he had not recovered from the shocking news.
After all, he had been telling his brother about Ai's previous achievements the whole night, predicting that Ai would definitely participate in the competition, and he was proud of it.
He had originally thought that the warrior of the Hogwarts would be Ai, his best friend.
But he did not expect this result.
"That's right, do you want to participate in the competition?" Ai nodded.
"Of course, but I'm definitely not strong enough!" Corin sighed, "I still have a lot to learn."
"You still have time, I'll help you!" Ai changed into his pajamas and crawled out.
After the confirmation of Lord Voldemort's return, improving the strength of the little wizards as soon as possible had to be put on the agenda.
Ai was not naive enough to think that he could fight against Lord Voldemort, the entire Death Eaters, and the vampires all by himself.
Since Lord Voldemort had the Death Eaters, and Dumbledore had the Order of the Phoenix, he also needed to develop his own forces.
Although they were not strong individually, they were indeed a force that could not be ignored when they were together.
The four pillars were very warm, and the long-handled charcoal stove for heating was placed in the middle of the bed. It must have been made by Dobby.
Dobby was in charge of everything for Ai now, but he did not see him often.
In fact, ever since the World Cup, Ai had not seen Dobby again.
The house-elf always did everything quietly, and was proud of not being discovered by its owner.
He suddenly thought that he should call Dobby out tomorrow.
If Hermione kept protesting against the house-elf working hard and not eating, then Dobby would have to come out.
He just had to tell Hermione that the food was made by Dobby alone, and that Ai had paid him.
Although it was not much, it was not the so-called slave labor.
Ai lay on the warm bed, listening to the raging storm outside, feeling very comfortable.
He chatted with Corin for a while, and thought about things related to Moody and Keresis for a while before his consciousness gradually faded.
At the same time, in Harry and Ron's bedroom, they were also discussing this topic.
"Harry, you know, I might participate!" Ron said drowsily in the dark, "If Fred and George come up with a way to participate in the Hegemony Tournament, who knows?"
"Who knows." Harry turned over on the bed, and many brilliant images appeared in his mind.
They had never appeared before. He had deceived the impartial referee, and made him believe that he was already seventeen years old.
He had become a warrior of the Hogwarts, and he had stood on the field with his hands raised in joy, facing the whole school, and they were all cheering and screaming. He had just won the Hegemony Tournament. Autumn Zhang's face was particularly clear in the blurry crowd, her face flushed, full of admiration and praise. "
At this thought, Harry could clearly feel himself blushing, and buried his face deep into the pillow. (To be continued.)
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