Dark Lord Dumbledore

As the next day was Saturday, most students would typically have breakfast late. It also made it convenient for the students below the age of seventeen to test out ways to beat the age restrictions.

Since Hogwarts was a boarding school, rumours travelled extremely quick, and Chad's bet with Davies was now known by all. An Age Potion was brought to the forefront of every underage student that wanted to cheat the system and enter the competition they were forbidden from.

Case and point were the Weasley twins and their friend Lee Jordan that had gathered a crowd in the entrance hall in front of the Goblet of Fire to test it out.

The goblet had been placed in the centre of the hall and had a thin golden line traced on the floor around it, forming a circle ten feet in every direction.

"Only a few drops each," said George, rubbing his hands together with glee as his brother carefully held the potion that magically aged a person. "We only need to be one year older."

"We're going to split the thousand Galleons prize between the three of us if one of us wins," said Lee, grinning broadly to the crowd.

Roger Davies anxiously watching on from the sidelines, if the potion worked for the red-headed terrors, it would win him the bet with Harry Potter.

If not, he would be out of a hundred Galleons and need a new method to enter lest he is out a hundred more if he needed to rely on Chad's offered services.

The others gathered were also keen to see if the twins succeeded so they could use the same method.

"Ready?" Fred said to the other two, quivering with excitement. "C'mon, then, I'll go first."

Fred pulled a slip of parchment out of his pocket, bearing the words Fred Weasley - Hogwarts. Then, with the eyes of every person in the Entrance Hall upon him, he took a great breath and stepped over the line.

For a split second everyone thought it had worked. George certainly thought so, for he let out a yell of triumph and leapt after Fred, but next moment, there was a loud sizzling sound.

Both twins were hurled out of the golden circle at the same speed as Bella Thorne running from her OnlyFans ripped-off pay-pigs after the money cleared. They landed painfully, ten feet away on the cold stone floor and both of them had sprouted identical long white beards.

Roger Davies audibly g.r.o.a.n.e.d, one hundred Galleons was not a small amount, especially to a fifteen-year-old kid on an allowance. Even if he was from an affluent pure-blood family, that kind of money was not exactly easy to throw around.

Considering the Firebolt, the latest racing broom that came out this year cost seven hundred Galleons, and even pure-blood kids could only dream of owning one, one hundred Galleons was a very high price for losing a bet.

It was also an extremely high asking price for a method to enter your name into a tournament when you were not even guaranteed of being selected as a champion. Luckily, children rarely thought in the long term, magical children, even more so.

"For any of those that think they have a chance of winning the Triwizard Tournament, I can guarantee your name goes in the cup, all I ask is one hundred Galleons, a tenth of the prize money. Upfront, of course!" Chad declared his sales pitch.

Immediately there were cries of the price being too expensive, but Chad simply mentioned that if they weren't confident in their abilities to win, why were they even trying to enter in the first place?

If it was one thing that you could count on to force a teenager to make a terrible decision, it was challenging their ego. Peer pressure existed purely because children hated to be different or be seen as weak.

Questioning their ability so publically forced them to put up or shut up. It was also after delivering such a blow that Chad administered the finishing move.

"Look, if you don't have the money now, I can wait until you win the tournament to pay me back. One hundred Galleons for the chance to win a thousand is easy money if you have the skills to back up your boasting. If you are just here to run your mouth in front of the girls, please move to the back to make room for the real men here to win the tournament."

Of course, what Chad was saying was utterly hypocritical since he wasn't even going to enter into the competition, but what did he care about the mewling cries of defeated children?

The boys that had gathered in the Entrance Hall looked around to see every girl there curious to witness who would make a move. With Harry Potter, the not so secret crush of every girl calling them out, how could they still call themselves men if they ran away like cowards?

What girl would ever respect them if they failed to show some bravery?

There were still a lot of male students capable of not falling for the blatant manipulation, but Chad still had twenty-seven boys ranging from third to the sixth-year signing a magical contract.

{ Those that sign below agree to pay the contractee 100 Galleons if he can enter their name into the Goblet of Fire before the Champions are chosen. Those that fail to pay after a month will be penalised by having the outstanding debt doubled, and every consecutive month thereafter until it is cleared. }

Chad deliberately left out any form of compulsion to repay the debt since he didn't want to spook off the idiots already reckless enough to impress girls by entering into a magical contract in the first place.

With no actual repercussions other than the increase in debt they would never pay, the majority that signed did so thinking they had gotten something for free, and taken advantage of Harry Potter's naivety.

Of course, this all hinged on their ability to fend off the debt collector. But since they thought Harry Potter was just a measly third-year goody-two-shoes pretty boy, he would never have the balls to go after them, doubly so out of Hogwarts.

It was not a coincidence that there were no older Ravenclaws students other than Roger Davies and his friends that had signed a magically binding contract with Luna Lovegood's defender. They were not idiots.

Most of those that did were Slytherin and Gryffindor, with only two Hufflepuff students taking the plunge.

Chad wasn't doing this to make money, he had a sh*t-tonne of that already. No, he just wanted to get some revenge on the braggarts that he was forced to listen to since the competition was announced.

At first, he was just going to tell them a few ways that anyone with a brain would think of to bypass the Age Line, but then Chad figured he may as well drive the lesson home with public shaming and by taking all of their money.

That it amused him immensely to watch them squirm under peer pressure after running their mouths was just the icing on the cake. The day passed uneventfully bar the slights against him for being all talk for not having already put the names he was entrusted into the goblet.

But why would he show the peasants that didn't pay how to do it?

Chad intended to wait until the last minute before he exposed the witches and wizards lack of critical thinking. Honestly, he had expected a teacher to get wind of his little monetary venture and come to put a stop to it by now.

But whether it was from a legal standpoint of being unable to break a magical contract or that they just thought he would fail, he didn't know. Hell, he wouldn't put it passed them to not even know about it or even care considering all the rule-breaking they missed in canon.

Even Lupin didn't make an appearance to lecture him on the error of his ways or question him on the morality of charging others money for services rendered, instead of being a good sacrifice... hero for them, and doing it for free.

It was a such a pity, Chad had prepared numerous ways to rebuff any attempt to interfere with his fun.

Either way, it was five minutes before the goblet was scheduled to be taken away and be presented for the choosing ceremony when he decided to act. Under the watch of as many people that could fit into the Entrance Hall, Chad laid out the names on the floor and cast a spell.

The pieces of paper with the contact signatories names and school written on them folded themselves into paper planes and took to the air. They effortlessly passed the golden line drawn on the floor and continued to dive-bomb into the blue-white flames of the Goblet of Fire one after the other.

The Age Line only stopped underage people passing, not objects.

As each name entered the fire, it turned briefly red and emitted sparks. With each paper plane that entered the goblet, the magical contract glowed and had the number one hundred appear next to the signature that had just been entered.

How it did this or even knew when the contract had been fulfilled could only be attributed to magic. The assembled students could only stare with their mouths agape at the simplistic way he had just outsmarted the age restrictions of entering.

The spell he used was not even an original creation since it was commonly used in the Ministry of Magic for interdepartmental memos to be passed around. He also didn't even need to use a spell, he could have simply thrown the piece of paper or used telekinesis to do it.

Before the students could even think to try replicating his method, Minerva McGonagall pushed through the crowd and grabbed the goblet.

"Mr Potter! I placed the Age Line to prevent younger students from entering, not so you could do it for them!" She scolded, emphasising her disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e with a withering stare.

"Oh, I thought you wanted to test peoples intelligence and dedication to see if they were worthy to enter or not. I just wanted to help people realise their dreams since I know what it is like to have those in authority decide my fate for me." Chad said while smiling, the not so subtle reminder that Dumbledore plotted against him clearly implied.

Even with her memories of dumping him at the Dursleys removed, McGonagall still thought highly of Albus 'I offer children sweets' Dumbledore since he had been her mentor for years. Also, mind magic.

McGonagall was left with only two options.

A very public debate that would only see her and Dumbledore lose face, or punish the Boy-Who-Lived for not actually breaking any rules and be seen as overbearing and unreasonable. It was a lose-lose situation.

She could only increase the level of her stare to 'extra withering' and remove the goblet from the Entrance Hall, preventing any more underage entries.

As the Headmistress of Hogwarts marched out, parting the children like Moses parting the Red Sea, there were noticeable groans from those that had missed out and realising how simple it was to bypass the Age Line.

Since Chad was quite petty, he couldn't help himself leaving a parting jab to finish what was left of their destroyed egos as he made his way to the champion selection ceremony feast.

"If you think my method was obvious, wait until you realise you could have just asked a seventh-year to put your name in for you."