Professor Vampire.

Chapter 244: Poor Hagrid, being played around with

Fred was the first to pull out a piece of parchment from his pocket, on which was written "Fred Weiss - Hogwarts".

He walked confidently to the edge of the age line and stood there, tiptoeing and testing, like a diver preparing to jump from a fifty-foot platform.

Then, under the gaze of every pair of eyes in the hall, he took a deep breath and crossed the line in one go.

For a moment, everyone present thought Fred had succeeded -

George obviously thought so too, so he also shouted triumphantly and jumped forward with Fred into the age line.

However, both of them were too happy too early.

A hissing sound like an electric current sounded, and the twins were immediately thrown out of the golden circle and fell painfully on the cold stone ground ten feet away.

And it was not just physical pain, they were also mentally humiliated.

With a loud popping sound, the two men's chins sprouted identical long white beards, similar to the beard on Dumbledore's chin, which looked particularly funny on the two young faces.

The young wizards in the hallway burst into laughter. Even Fred and George, who got up and saw each other's white beards, couldn't help laughing.

"I warned you." A voice that seemed to be amused said.

Everyone turned around and saw Dumbledore walking out of the hall, and Dracula walked shoulder to shoulder with him, both of them had a look of laughter on their faces.

"I understand, this age line must have been drawn by Professor Dracula!" After seeing Dracula, Fred and George said with sudden enlightenment, "Only he can do such a bad operation of growing beards on our faces!"

The smile on Dracula's face immediately disappeared, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he glanced at Dumbledore beside him.

"So is this the image of me in your eyes?" He said with a gloomy face.

"Isn't it?" George said wittily, "Didn't we ask you a few days ago if there was any way to bypass the age limit? In the end, you let us figure it out ourselves. Maybe you wanted to see us make a fool of ourselves at that time!"

Fred nodded in approval, "Sure enough, Professor Dracula just wanted to satisfy his own bad taste, so he didn't tell us how to crack it."

Dracula's face turned completely dark.

"You two think you are very smart, right?" He sneered, "But have you ever considered... If I want to make you look bad, do I have to wait until today?"

Dracula snapped his fingers.

The white beards on Fred and George's chins that originally hung down to their chests suddenly grew again, extending from their chests to the soles of their feet, and then went around their backs and wrapped around their calves in circles, wrapping the two people into two solid white mummies.

"Woo woo... Professor, we were wrong!" Fred's mumbling voice came from the white beard that looked like a big cocoon.

"We know we were wrong, Professor!" George also shouted in a suffocating voice, "Let us out quickly, we are suffocating..."

However, Dracula clearly wanted to punish the two of them, and he did not intend to pay any attention to them. He turned around and left the entrance hall and returned to the auditorium.

After Dracula left, Dumbledore coughed twice and waved his wand.

The huge color-changing cocoon wrapped around Fred and George opened a hole, revealing the faces of the two.

The twins held their breath for a long time, and finally got a chance to breathe again, gasping for air.

"Mr. Weisley, to be honest, you really guessed wrong this time." Dumbledore looked at the two with a smile, and said happily, "This age line is indeed set by me, and it has nothing to do with Professor Dracula."

Fred and George stared at Dumbledore in amazement, not expecting that the respected old principal had such a bad taste.

"Why do powerful professors have so many weird interests?" Fred muttered in a low voice.

"Can only people with unusual interests have strong magical abilities? Then I'll have to find some unusual interests to cultivate in the future..." George also muttered.

Dumbledore actually heard the twins' whispers, and his expression became a little amusing.

"Don't think too much. Growing a white beard is just a small punishment for trying to cross the age line." He said, "If you try to use the aging potion to cross the age line, the age line will automatically magnify the effect of the aging potion on you dozens of times."

"Of course, it won't really make you older, it will only change your appearance."

He looked at Fred and George and winked at them, "As for now, I suggest that you two go to Madam Pomfrey."

"Madam Pomfrey is already taking care of Miss Fawcett from Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers from Hufflepuff. They are also determined to make themselves a little older. But I must say that their beards are far less beautiful than yours."

Fred and George set off for the school infirmary, and Lee Jordan also accompanied his two roommates. He kept laughing all the way.

Seeing that there was no more excitement, the other little wizards also walked into the hall to have breakfast while giggling.

As it was the morning before Halloween, the decoration of the hall had changed again.

A large group of bats dressed in distinctive costumes flew around the enchanted ceiling, which was obviously summoned by Professor Dracula. At the same time, there were hundreds of little people made of pumpkins, looking at everyone sideways in every corner of the hall.

Harry, Ron and Hermione walked towards Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan, who were also fourth-year Gryffindor students. The two of them were discussing those Hogwarts classmates over the age of seventeen who might participate in the competition.

"Some people say that Warrington got up early in the morning and put his name in." Dean told Harry, "It's the big guy from Slytherin who looks like a sloth."

Harry once played Quidditch against Warrington, and that big guy was more foul-breaking than Fred and George, and was much more violent.

After hearing what Dean said, he shook his head in disgust, "We can't let a Slytherin be a Hogwarts warrior!"

"The Hufflepuffs are all talking about Diggory," Seamus said beside him, "but in my opinion, a guy with a handsome face like Diggory must have nothing to praise about his strength."

"Cedric is still very good, at least he plays Quidditch well..." Harry wanted to say a few more words, but found that Ron had covered Seamus' mouth with horror.

"You dare to say that!" Ron said in a low voice, "Didn't you find that Professor Dracula is also like what you described? And Fred and George once told me that Cedric is Professor Dracula's favorite student."

Dean and Seamus immediately closed their mouths, not daring to breathe.

They carefully glanced at the professor's seat and found that Professor Dracula didn't notice this side, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Listen!" Hermione said suddenly.

A loud cheer suddenly came from the lobby outside the auditorium.

Everyone turned around in their seats to see Angelina Johnson walk into the hall, grinning a little sheepishly.

Angelina was a very good chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and had a good relationship with Harry, Fred and George.

She walked straight over to Harry, sat down and said, "I was so nervous that I actually had the courage to put my name in!"

"Are you kidding me?" Ron looked very surprised.

"So, are you seventeen?" Harry asked.

"Of course, you didn't see a beard, did you?" Ron said gloatingly, "Although I don't know if girls will grow beards if they use aging potions..."

...

After breakfast, Harry, Ron and Hermione prepared to go see Hagrid together.

As they walked out of the hall door, they ran into students from Beauxbatons.

These guests from France were coming in through the front door from the entrance courtyard, including the girl who looked like a veela. The young wizards who were still watching the Goblet of Fire stepped back to let them pass and watched eagerly.

"Look, Ron, the Veela you've always wanted." Harry pulled Ron's arm.

Ron immediately looked over eagerly, and Hermione next to him took two steps away from him in disgust.

Madam Maxime followed her students into the hallway and told them to line up. One by one, the students of Booth Barton crossed the age line and threw their parchments into the blue and white flames.

As each name was thrown into the flame, the flame quickly turned red and burst into sparks.

"What do you think will happen to those who are not chosen?" Ron whispered to Harry when the girl who looked like a veela threw her note into the Goblet of Fire, "Do they return to their own school, or stay here to watch the game?"

"I don't know," Harry said, "I guess they will stay...Madame Maxime will still be here as a referee, right?"

"So... where do they sleep?" Ron said, taking a few steps towards the front door and looking at their backs, "Maybe they will want to borrow the Gryffindor common room..."

The mystery of where the students of Beauxbatons sleep was soon revealed.

When they approached Hagrid's hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the huge powder blue carriage that Beauxbatons took when they came had stopped about five hundred feet away from the main entrance of Hagrid's hut, and the students of Beauxbatons were getting into the carriage one by one.

The elephant-sized Pegasus pulling the carriage were grazing in a temporary enclosure next to the carriage.

Harry knocked on Hagrid's door, and immediately the hound Fang barked in the room.

"Finally!" Hagrid opened the door and said, "I thought you guys had forgotten where I lived!"

"We're really busy, Ha--" Hermione just said halfway, suddenly stopped, looked up at Hagrid, surprised and speechless.

Hagrid was wearing his best, but not very good-looking, furry brown suit, with a yellow and orange checkered tie.

However, this was not the worst: he obviously tried to straighten his hair, using a lot of machine oil or something like that.

Now Hagrid's hair was slicked back - maybe he originally planned to let his long hair hang down his back like Dracula, but found that he had too much hair, so he slightly tangled it, and ended up tangling it into a broom...

This outfit obviously did not suit Hagrid.

Hermione stared at him blankly for a moment, then decided not to make any comments, so as not to hurt Hagrid's self-esteem.

"Well... I heard that you successfully cultivated a few blasting-tailed skrewts?" she asked.

At the same time, Hermione glared at Ron in time to stop him from speaking... Ron had been staring at Hagrid's weird hairstyle and was about to open his mouth to make a comment.

...

Harry and the other three little wizards stayed in Hagrid's shed until the evening.

At about half past five, it was getting dark, and they felt it was time to return to the castle to attend the Halloween party, and more importantly, to attend the announcement ceremony of the champions of each magic school.

"I'll go with you," Hagrid stood up and put aside the half-eaten rock cake in his hand, "Wait for me a while."

He walked to the chest of drawers next to the bed and began to look for something in it.

Harry and the others didn't pay much attention at first, until a particularly unpleasant smell penetrated their nostrils, and then they realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Hagrid, what's that smell?" Ron asked, coughing violently.

"Huh?" Hagrid turned around, holding a large bottle in his hand, "Don't you like it?"

"Like?" Harry choked, "I thought it was the cheap perfume that Neville mixed in Potions class."

"Is it the moisturizing perfume you put on after shaving?" Hermione guessed a little closer, asking in a choked voice.

"Well... Actually, it's cologne," Hagrid muttered, his face flushed, "Maybe too much was spilled, I'll wash it off, wait a minute..."

He walked out of the hut with heavy steps, and Harry and the others saw him desperately washing his face in the bucket outside the window.

"Cologne?" Hermione looked at Harry and Ron in surprise, "Is he really Hagrid, not Malfoy?"

"And what about the hair and suit?" Harry also asked in a low voice.

"Look!" Ron suddenly pointed out the window.

Hagrid had straightened up and turned around, his face full of a blush like a big apple.

Harry and Hermione looked through the window and saw that Madam Maxime and the students of Beauxbatons had just gotten out of the carriage, apparently preparing to attend the banquet.

They couldn't hear what Hagrid was saying, but when he talked to Madam Maxime, his expression was infatuated and his eyes were misty. He had never had this expression before.

"So Hagrid is going to the castle with Madam Maxime!" Hermione said indignantly, "He just said he was going with us!"

Hagrid didn't even look back at his hut, and walked across the grounds with Madam Maxime with heavy steps.

The students of Beauxbatons followed behind, trotting to keep up with their long steps.

"He's in love with her!" Ron said in disbelief, "Ah, if they have children in the future, they will definitely set a world record - I dare say each of their children weighs a ton!"

Hagrid left them and left, and Harry and the other two had to leave the shed by themselves, and helped Hagrid close the door.

Just as he walked up the slope leading to the castle, Harry suddenly saw a familiar figure appear beside him, looking at the direction where Hagrid and Madam Maxime left with interest.

"Tsk tsk, poor Hagrid, being played around by Madam Maxime." The figure chuckled.