Harry Potter Platinum Glory

Karkaroff seemed to be extremely jealous of Moody, and he tried to make his attitude seem contemptuous, as if he had dismissed Moody's words at all, but his hands betrayed his heart, and they involuntarily clenched together. fist.

As for why he was so afraid, it was very simple, because it took Moody six months to arrest him.

Since Karkaroff's attitude softened first, the arguments of the next few people returned to the original point. The two Headmasters insisted on filing charges against the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards, while Moody insinuated that someone wanted to use the opportunity to kill Harry.

"How this situation came about, we don't know," Dumbledore finally said to everyone gathered in the room, "but it seems to me that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Augustus and Harry were killed. Selected to compete. Because of "six seven zeros", they must..."

"Ah, but Dumbledore—"

"My dear Madame Maxime, if you have any other solution, I am open to listening. 99

Dumbledore waited, but Madame Maxime didn't speak, she just stared angrily. And she wasn't the only one showing dissatisfaction. Snape looked annoyed too; Karkaroff was ashen.

Augustus didn't mind that, because he really needed Potter to play, he needed Potter to be the perfect... bait.

"Okay, let me talk about the content of the game," Mr. Crouch took a few steps forward, he looked a little haggard, and also, his experience was simply tragic, "The first project is to test your courage, so We are not going to tell you what it is. Dare to face the unknown is an important quality of wizards...very important...the first project will be carried out on November 24th in front of other students and a panel of judges. In Warriors are not allowed to ask or accept any help from their teachers when completing the competition project. Warriors face the first round of challenges with the only weapon in their hands is their wand. After the first project is over, they will learn about the first challenge. Two events. Due to the high demands and long duration of the competition, the Warriors will not take the school year exams. That's all I think, Albus?"

Dumbledore had nothing to add, and he warmly invited old Crouch to stay for the night, but old Crouch declined. Madam Maxime and Professor Karkaroff were still somewhat dissatisfied, so they didn't say a word and led Fleur and Krum out of the room.

Before leaving, Augustus gave Furong a wicked smile, which immediately made Furong blushing, but the girl responded enthusiastically to him, meaning that she would pick me up at night.

Afterwards, Augustus left the room with Harry.

The two walked in the empty auditorium, and the starry sky on the ceiling cast a dark blue mist.

Potter looked at Augustus several times, but he hesitated, as if he didn't know what to say at this time. The honor that originally belonged to Augustus was forced to interfere with him, just like a brazen thief. A warrior, the burden he will bear in the future is probably not just gossip and gossip.

But for some reason, Potter felt a little bit of joy in his heart.

Augustus didn't pay attention to how complicated Potter's heart was. As soon as he came to the hall, he was cheered by countless students.

Everyone seemed to have reached an unanimous tacit understanding, completely ignoring Potter. Even his good friend Ron gave him a cold look before walking away. Ron Weasley had a stronger desire to compete than Potter, but now, Potter, who he thought was his best friend, secretly cast his name into it without telling him the truth.

Anger and jealousy overwhelm him, and a rift appears in their friendship.

The weather gradually turned colder, and the mild cold of late autumn came with a chill. These days, Augustus lived quite peacefully. As one of the warriors of Hogwarts, obviously, regardless of prestige or strength, compared to Harry, He has so many advantages that it is difficult for the supporters of the various colleges to associate Porter with Augustus. Even Gryffindor has to admit that, as a warrior, Harry and Augustus are simply the gap between a grass chicken and a phoenix.

These days, Augustus, as the most popular warrior, has been sought after by many girls. Interestingly, even in Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, Augustus has quite a lot of fans. The two school girls that Augustus is looking forward to getting his autograph is a testament to that.

This day, during Potions class, Potter was surprised to find that every Slytherin student had a badge on their chest.

The badges were all printed with the same words, and the bright red letters shone in the dim light of the underground corridor, like they were on fire:

Support Augustus——

true warriors of hogwarts

"Like it, Potter?" Draco laughed, "they've got other tricks--look!

He pressed the badge hard on his chest, the words on it disappeared, and then another line of words appeared, flashing green light:

Potter's stinky shit

The Slytherin students all laughed. Each of them pressed their badges, and at the end there were flashes of dazzling words all around Harry - Potter's shit. Harry felt the blood rush to his face and neck. He glanced at the Gryffindor students with some difficulty, but he found desperately that at least half of the Gryffindors also wore the same badge, but did not press the "Potter smell" in front of him. Big shit".

Harry's rage that had built up over the years seemed to suddenly burst a dam within him. Without thinking what he was doing, he reached for his wand. The people around scattered and retreated along the corridor.

"Ha 2.8 Lee!" Hermione warned him.

With a sneer on Draco's face, "Tsk tsk, finally dare to pull out the wand? But there is no Moody here to protect you, come on, let me see how good you are, a fake warrior. "5

Both stared into each other's eyes, and then, sooner or later, almost at the same time, both took action.

"Burning flames!" Potter shouted angrily, and a burst of fire emerged.

Draco laughed disdainfully, waved his wand, and a translucent barrier stretched in front of him, and the curse shot into the wall, like a stream returning to the sea, without any ripples. The gap between Porter and him widened as he got older.