After a few students in Slytherin made such a fuss, the professors felt they couldn't let everyone mess up. So they issued a ban, prohibiting students who were not old enough from trying again.
That's what stopped the trend.
The time soon came at Halloween, and the decoration of the Great Hall had a new change. A large group of live bats flew around the sky holding jack-o-lanterns, and countless ghosts passed through the jack-o-lanterns of various shapes on the wall.
At dinner, everyone's mind was completely off the dishes carefully cooked by the house elves, and they glanced at the Goblet of Fire every now and then.
"Professor Dumbledore's Age Line is so horrible that I can't think of any way to cross it."
Cho fiddled with the Truffle Cake in his bowl and said with a headache.
Although she has no interest in participating in the Triwizard Tournament, she has an incredible enthusiasm for cracking her Headmaster's spell.
Not only Cho but many of Ravenclaw's students are keen to break the Age Line and set up a special cracking team.
But until today, the crack team has not found any way to bypass this Age Line.
Looking at Cho's frown, Alvin thought that telling them how to crack it wouldn't affect the game, so just say it.
"Cho, there are many ways to decipher this Age Line, and you can all use it."
His words immediately attracted the attention of many people. Some little wizards feared they would not hear clearly, so they left their seats and stood around Alvin.
"I concluded that there are at least three ways that everyone can hope to do."
After drinking, Alvin also directly analyzed it. "The first method is Finding someone who meets the requirements to put your name into the Goblet of Fire. The Goblet of Fire will not distinguish whether your name is the same as the paper."
Yup!
Cho suddenly realized that she had been struggling with the Age Line but did not think that the Age Line was only a limitation of Dumbledore.
"However, this approach has certain uncertainties." Alvin added, "If the Headmaster's Age Line is not only for people but also for paper, this method will not work."
"What about the second method?" Fleur was also very curious about this and urged Alvin to speak quickly.
"The second method is the power of the spell."
Someone questioned Alvin, "But those idiots in Slytherin have paid the price for this, and the spell won't work."
Speaking of those people, many little wizards snickered.
Alvin shook his head and retorted. "I didn't ask you to attack the Age Line directly. Confundus Charm is a good method, but there are certain requirements for your spell level."
"But it doesn't matter if you fail because it's not an offensive spell, and you won't hurt yourself."
The movement on Alvin's side attracted more and more little wizards, and even the people at the table next door came over.
Cassandra sat in her chair, her green eyes looked at Alvin disdainfully, but she still secretly applied magic to her ears to hear what he said.
"The last method is actually the easiest. The Age Line only prevents you from getting close to the Goblet of Fire, so why don't you let people take the Goblet of Fire out of it?"
Everyone was stunned. Is it still possible to do this?
But then everyone reacted, and what Alvin said was totally fine. Since I couldn't get in, then let the Goblet of Fire come out.
Many people beat their chests and paused. Why it took them so long to understand such a simple matter?
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
On the High Table, Dumbledore smiled and clapped, "Gaunt, your wisdom amazes me. I didn't expect my method to have so many flaws. If you had said it earlier, I would have been busy."
Obviously, Dumbledore just eavesdropped on the conversation here. Along with applause, the food in front of everyone disappeared, everyone was refreshed, and the most important part of the day came.
"Okay, the Goblet of Fire is going to make a decision," Dumbledore said. "About a minute. Listen, when the Champions are drafted, I want them to go to the Trophy Room. In the Trophy Room, they will be given initial instructions!"
Everyone listened intently to Dumbledore's speech without making a sound, so even if Dumbledore didn't use the Amplifying Charm, his voice was still so clear.
Nodding with satisfaction, he waved his hand sharply. The candle in the Great Hall became dim, and only the holy flame in the Goblet of Fire was burning.
The little wizards close to the Goblet of Fire held their breath for fear of interfering with the choice of the Goblet of Fire.
Soon, the color of the flame changed to red, and after a crackling sound, a piece of charred paper was sprayed out.
Dumbledore reached out his hand to catch it, glanced at it, and read aloud: "Durmstrang Champion - Viktor Krum!"
There was warm applause from the long table in Slytherin. There were also young wizards from other Houses cheering for Krum, all of whom were Krum's Quidditch fans.
Krum stood up expressionlessly and waved a powerful fist in greeting. Still, the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, as if all this was for granted.
Dumbledore smiled and nodded at him, and Karkaroff stood up and hugged Krum.
The applause gradually subsided, and the Goblet of Fire spewed the second piece of paper at the right time. Dumbledore glanced at it and announced without pause. "Beauxbatons Champion - Fleur Delacour!"
Fleur hugged Alvin, kissed his cheek, and then stood gracefully. The boys in the Great Hall applauded warmly, even happier than when Krum was selected.
The Goblet of Fire relighted, and before Fleur left, another paper appeared in front of everyone.
"Ilvermorny Champion - Cassandra Vole!"
Cassandra got up from the long table in Gryffindor and enjoyed the congratulations from everyone. She raised her white neck slightly and was about to be the proud white swan.
She and Fleur looked at each other, but neither said a word. They smiled at the same time and then walked into the Trophy Room.
After Fleur also entered the room, the voices of the little wizards in the audience became much louder. They knew that the Champions who belonged to Hogwarts were about to be announced!