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Chapter 247 Harry of Buddhism

A chat, both of them had a good time.

Before leaving, Harry looked into Tom's eyes and said very seriously.

"If you don't feel it...then I'll be your friend, along with Draco, and Ron, and Hermione, and the Weasley brothers and everyone."

"We'll all be your friends, Tom, and there are so many things worth having in this world."

"Is it something worth having..." Tom shook his head and laughed, and there was really a burst of joy in his heart, which lasted until now from the moment Harry invited him.

It turned out that what he had been denying all this time...love turned out to be something he had been longing for all along.

But Harry.

If you knew I was Voldemort who killed your parents, would you...would treat me the same way I do today?
I'm afraid... not anymore.

It seems that I have one more reason to kill you.

Voldemort...

Tom Riddle...

That, the one whose path is different from mine...me.

Leaning on the corridor, Tom let the breeze blow his bangs, and there was a naked murderous intent in his bewildered eyes.

To be honest, he was really envious.

Thinking of the oppression he suffered when he first entered Slytherin, the people of Gryffindor College were hostile to all Slytherin students.

This point, even if Tom was the one who was bullied at the time, was no exception.

As he said before.

He has never had friendship, let alone love?

Slytherin House discriminates against all wizards who are not pure blood.

Even if they are of mixed race, they may be ridiculed in a verbal confrontation.

What else?
It's Gryffindor's hatred, Hufflepuff's distance, and Ravenclaw's disregard.

He... hadn't been through Harry's life.

Professor Dumbledore once asked him why he wanted to study black magic, and he also warned him with questioning eyes and a stern tone.

But he never knew what he was going through.

Some things, even after a long, long period of time, he can't forget, and he won't forget.

He was moved by Harry's invitation.

Befriend Harry as Tom Gaunt.

Just in case, he must completely wipe out Voldemort, let this secret be known to a few people forever, and then completely rot in his stomach.

I took another look at the great scenery outside Hogwarts.

Tom turned and left without stopping, without a trace of remembrance.

After Tom left, Grindelwald's disguised Dumbledore figure appeared.

"He seems to have spotted me. He's such a sharp kid."

After the voice fell, his body disappeared.

The corridor is still the quiet corridor.

Tonight, after the students have finished their dinner.

Dumbledore brought the Goblet of Fire over.

After today, no one is eligible to select the Warriors.

This is the end of the selection of warriors for this Triwizard Tournament.

This time it was the real Dumbledore.

The fake Dumbledore is still eating sweets in the headmaster's office.

After all, today is still a relatively important day. After finishing the selection tonight, let Grindelwald continue to help him manage Hogwarts.

He knew something from Gellert's mouth.

He glanced at Tom naturally.

His face is quite natural, nothing unusual can be seen.

If he didn't know what Tom did last night, I'm afraid he wouldn't have thought that their purpose was to let Harry participate in the Goblet of Fire.

If Gellert didn't say anything, he might actually be caught off guard.

He glanced back at the few people on the professor's chair.

One of them is likely to be Voldemort's Death Eaters.

And who that person would be, Dumbledore probably knew in his heart.

"Quiet!"

"Now, let's read the list of warriors for the Triwizard Tournament."

In the auditorium, the crowd quietly looked at Dumbledore standing above.

It was as if they were not the ones chattering before.

He stood before the Goblet of Fire.

A note rose from the Goblet of Fire and flew into Dumbledore's hand.

"The first warrior is..."

He held the paper in one hand and held his wand to his neck with the other, amplifying his voice so that everyone could hear it.

Looking at the text on the note, Dumbledore read it aloud.

"The first champion is Fleur Delacour from the Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

As soon as the words fell, the gathered Beauxbaton School students burst into violent cheers.

They yelled and vented their joy with shouts.

Moody on the stage opened his small flagon, took a breath, and continued to watch the lively scene.

But his other eye was darting back and forth on Harry.

In order not to let people notice his abnormality, his eyes usually swept across a large group of students, and then stayed on Harry for a second or two.

Naturally, no one would notice this tiny movement.

After the first note was read, the second note also popped out of the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore reached out to take it, and looked down.

Continue to read.

"The second warrior is Viktor Krum from Durmstrang School."

Similarly, as soon as the voice fell, Durmstrang also burst into loud cheers.

Everyone at Hogwarts was still waiting.

Seeing the other two schools cheering there, they couldn't bear it, and wanted to suppress the cheers of the two schools.

It's just because the warriors belonging to Hogwarts have not yet appeared, so they have been patient until now, waiting for their warriors to appear, so as to vent their suppressed emotions.

After reading the name on the second note, the flames of the Goblet of Fire changed colors again, as if they could not wait any longer.

The third note jumped up and flew into Dumbledore's hands.

Looking down at the name on it, a smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.

"The third warrior is Cedric Diggory from our Hogwarts Hufflepuff College."

After reading, Dumbledore looked up and looked for Cedric in the crowd.

And after he finished reading, Hogwarts, no matter which house it was, burst into loud cheers.

Their cheers silenced the voices of the other two schools.

Even the corners of Snape's lips curled up on the stage, looking quite happy.

It is to make some people who are used to his coldness and facial paralysis not very used to it.

Harry looked at Snape, looked at his dry hair, inexplicably felt that Professor Snape was much more pleasing to the eye.

What was so greasy before.

He looked like a criminal who had just been released from Azkaban Prison.

"It seems that there is nothing to do without you this year, Harry."

Hermione felt relieved at the side. What she was most afraid of was that Harry found some way to get away with it, put his name in the vote, and was successfully selected.

But looking at it right now, it's clear that there's nothing wrong with him.

"I don't have anything to do with it. If I want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, I'll wait another three years."

Harry said very Buddhistly.

But at this very moment.

The color of the Goblet of Fire flames changed again.

(End of this chapter)