Chapter 590: Sign up for the competition

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In the middle of the night, in the Gryffindor bedroom, Ivan quietly turned up from the bed, glanced at Harry and the others who were still sleeping, opened the door gently, and walked towards the auditorium.

As he thought, at this point in time, there was no one in the silent auditorium.

The door was open, and all the little wizards who tried to get up in the middle of the night to throw papers like their own thoughts had already come.

Inside the entrance of Ivan Mai, the surroundings looked a little dark, and the only light source was the large goblet placed on the high platform, and blue and white flames were constantly spitting out from the mouth of the cup.

"Try the easiest first!" Walking straight to the edge of the age line, Ivan thought to himself, took out a piece of parchment with his name written in advance from his pocket, and then crumpled the paper into a ball. Aimed at the mouth of the cup.

The distance of three meters is not too far, and Ivan is still very confident of his quasi-head, so he directly threw the paper ball in his hand.

The ball of paper was spinning in the air away from the hand, and it crossed the age line very smoothly and fell into the blue-white flame.

Just when Ivan thought he was going to succeed, the flame suddenly rose, lifted the ball of paper, and finally deflected and fell to the ground.

"Well, it doesn't seem to work!" Seeing this scene, Ivan touched his chin and muttered to himself.

However, Ivan didn't care too much about this defeat. He waved his wand and cast a flying curse to summon the goblet of fire, but the cup didn't move. He had to recall the ball of paper that had fallen to the ground and continued to try other methods.

For example, using Transfiguration Curse to make an owl flying through the air with a note.

It's a pity that Ivan soon discovered that the transformed owl couldn't even break through the age line, no matter how high it flew, as long as it entered the range of the age line, it would be shaken by a magical force.

The rest of the attempts also ended in failure, even if he tried several times to make the paper ball fall into the goblet of fire, he would soon be thrown out by the blue and white flames.

Obviously, in addition to the age line set by the old professor, the Goblet of Fire itself has also been given recognition magic. It is most likely that the paper that needs to be put into the Goblet of Fire will be accepted, and other creatures will not work.

Ivan even suspected that he had to put his name in by himself.

Don’t look at Barty Crouch Jr. in the original time and space who signed up for him without Harry’s consent, but this guy will be a powerful confusing spell, even the number of participating schools can be changed, so It must not be difficult for the Goblet of Fire to mistake him for Harry himself.

"This is deliberately embarrassing me!" Ivan muttered to himself.

After all this was done, the young wizard seemed to have let go of some burden, and slowly heaved a sigh of relief, and then prepared to leave with anxiety and expectation.

Perhaps he was too anxious when he turned around. The young wizard accidentally bumped into the table in front of him, his thigh knocked on the sharp corner, and he gasped in pain.

The goblet of flame placed on the table was also affected and shook slightly.

Ivan, who was observing in secret, was keenly aware of this, and his eyes lit up. It seemed that the Goblet of Fire had not been fixed by Dumbledore!

Doesn't that mean...

An idea popped out of Ivan's mind, and he cancelled the phantom curse on his body, blocked the door, and greeted enthusiastically.

"Good evening, senior!"

"Who?" A person suddenly emerged from the dark, secluded auditorium, frightening the wizard.

With a brush, he took out the wand attached to his waist, tremblingly pointed to the front, and after seeing Ivan's face clearly, he asked uncertainly.

"You are... Hals? Why are you here?"

"Do you know me?" Ivan raised an eyebrow It was a little surprised, he didn't know each other.

"Of course! You are the pride of our Gryffindor... We hadn't won the Academy Cup for many years before you came to school. Every year Slytherin beats us, and Quidditch..." It is excited to talk about the past deeds of Ivan.

"Winning the Academy Cup is the result of the joint efforts of everyone in Gryffindor. I just did something that should be done." Ivan said modestly.

"By the way, I want to ask you to do me a favor? Can you?" Ivan asked with a smile. He didn't expect the other party to be suspicious of his admirer. This is much easier.

"What's up?" The young wizard was stunned, looking a little at a loss.

Ivan pointed his finger at the goblet of flame placed on the high table and spoke. "It's very simple, take that cup over! I want to sign up for the competition!"

(PS: One more today.)