HP Magic Biography

Karkaroff, you should know that this is impossible, you should not have forgotten...

I haven't forgotten, Karkaroff yelled, I don't think these things have any connection with the past, but you, Moody, if you can live without being so ridiculous, I think the Ministry of Magic Don't be so wary of you.

A former Auror director who is likely to discredit the organization at any time, plus being the host and then creating a privileged class, I don't think there is any comparable value in such a three-witch fighting contest, it is unfair to us ...

Karkaroff yelled, looking like an old madman.

Krum took two steps back with a gloomy face, as if he realized something.

Fu Rong leaned forward slightly, she wanted to see Fan Lin's reaction even more, perhaps, Fan Lin's facial expression would become very exciting.

However, what was destined to disappoint her was that Fan Lin didn't have any wonderful expressions on his face, he just stared at Alastor Moody and Professor Karkaroff indifferently.

Eyes cannot be deceived, and Fu Rong clearly felt that Fan Lin had something to say, but they did not have the right to speak here, and even now, she could not move freely in Hogwarts.

Ahem... Fan Lin coughed twice, but it obviously didn't help.

A blue halo spread out, and Harry clearly felt the surrounding temperature drop a bit.

Is it difficult for Fan Lin to cast a spell here?

These forces seemed to have disturbed everyone, and they couldn't help but focus their attention again.

I'm sorry, Professor Karkaroff. Fan Lin bowed slightly and said, If it's what you said, I want to help Hogwarts win this game... I'm sorry, Harry doesn't Not a good choice.

When Fan Lin said that, Harry was slightly taken aback.

If I really want to win this game, I just need to let the Goblet of Fire choose me and I'm done.

Choose you? Karkaroff laughed, The Goblet of Fire is controlled by you?

Believe me, I can do it, it just takes some willpower, and I believe all the professors here can do it. Fan Lin said slowly, It seems that I don't need Harry to come Help me accomplish something, if that's the case, I don't think you will ban me from participating in the Three Witches Fighting Competition.

Karkaroff's face was a bit ugly,

It was mainly her idea to ban Fan Lin from participating, to exclude all threats to Krum...

The scene was a bit embarrassing, Fan Lin put the naked facts on the table, which made everyone feel uncomfortable.

However, Fan Lin didn't really care.

When Voldemort returns, where are these people?

Naturally, the next thing will be handed over to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore said to those in the room. So now it seems that after excluding Mr. Al, we have no choice but to accept the fact. Both Cedric and Harry were selected to compete, so they have to...

Dumbledore - but -

Dear Madame Maxime, if you have any good suggestions, I'm all ears, but it looks like your previous suggestion...

Dumbledore waited for her to speak.

But she didn't speak, just stared. Not only her, but Snape looked angry, Karkaroff was livid, and Bagmon was quite excited.

Then we'll start. He rubbed his hands together and looked around with a smile. Is it time to give instructions to the players? Batty, are you interested in helping?

Okay, command, yes, the first task...

Barty moved closer to the firelight. Harry thought he was sick. The eye circles are black, and the dry skin is as thin as paper. But at the Quidditch World Cup, he wasn't like that.

It seems that Barty's body...should have been in contact with Voldemort.

The first mission is to test your guts, he told Harry, Cedric, Fleur and Krum.

Of course we won't tell you what kind of mission this is. Facing the unknown, courage is very important for a wizard, very important.

The first mission will take place on November 24th, in front of all the referees and students.

In the process of completing the competition task, the contestants cannot ask the teacher for help, nor can they accept any form of assistance from the teacher. The contestants will carry out the first task with the help of the wand. After completing the first task, they will be informed about the second task. Task information. In view of the time-consuming nature of the competition, players can be exempted from the test at the end of the period.

Mr. Crouch turned to Dumbledore. Albus, that's all I suppose, is it?

I think so. Dumbledore looked at Crouch with concern.

Are you sure you won't stay at Hogwarts tonight? Barty?

No more, Dumbledore, I must go back to the Ministry, said Mr. Crouch. It's been a tough, busy time... I've put Percy in charge, and the lad is very helpful. But, to be honest, a little overzealous.

Why don't you at least have a drink before you go?

Baty, stay here, I want to stay here. Bagmon said happily.

You know what's going to happen at Hogwarts. It's better to be here than to be in the office.

I don't think so, Luther. Crouch returned to that impatient look.

Professor Karkaroff - Madame Maxime - how about a drink before bed? asked Dumbledore.

But Mrs. Maxim had put her arms around Fleur's shoulders and walked out quickly. Harry heard them talking quickly in French. Karkaroff gestured to Krum, and they both left quietly.

Harry, Cedric, Fan Lin, you should go to bed too. Dumbledore smiled at them, I believe Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are still waiting to celebrate with you, but leave them alone What a good excuse for chaos and noise!

Harry looked at Cedric and Fan Lin, Diggory nodded, but Fan Lin didn't care.

So the three of them left together.

The hall was empty. The candles were almost burnt out, making the light from the pumpkins jagged and swaying eerily.

That, Cedric smiled. We're rivals again.

I suppose so, said Harry, actually at a loss for what to say. My mind was still in chaos, as if it had been brainwashed.

Well, tell me... Cedric asked when they reached the population hall, how did you put the name in there?

Instead of burning goblets, torches lighted the hall.

I didn't put the name in. Harry glared at him. I didn't. I told the truth.

Ah, well then, goodbye. Harry could see that Cedric didn't believe him.

Oh, by the way, Fanlin... Digory turned around. To be honest, you are really banned from participating...

I don't think this should be a topic, Cedric.

Cedric nodded. Instead of taking the marble steps, he headed for the door to the right of it. Harry stood listening to his footsteps on the stone steps before he ascended the marble stairs.

Except for Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione who might believe him, everyone thought he put his name in it for the competition.

But how could they think that way? You must know that the competitor he faces has three years more magic lessons than him, and he has to complete those very dangerous tasks in front of everyone.

Yes, he had thought about it and was fascinated by it, but in fact it was just a joke, a daydream. He really never seriously thought about participating.

But someone thought of it. Someone wanted him to play and got him selected. why? Is it to give him grace? He doesn't think so, maybe...

To see him make a fool of himself? Then they will likely get their wish. Want to kill him? Didn't Moody think the same way? Or was someone maliciously making fun of him?

Yes, some wanted him dead. Someone wanted him dead since he was a year old... Voldemort?

But how could he get his name into the burning goblet? Voldemort should now be hiding in some distant country, lonely, vulnerable, and helpless.

But in the dream he had before waking up with scar pain, Voldemort was not alone, talking to Trevor about murdering Potter.

Potter was taken aback by suddenly finding himself facing the fat lady, unaware that he had been walking. It is also strange that the fat lady is not alone in the photo frame. When he went downstairs just now, the witch who flew to the next picture frame was sitting proudly next to the fat aunt.

She must have arrived before him, flying past every portrait hanging on the steps of Hogwarts, and they both looked him up and down with great interest.

Yes, yes, said the fat lady. Villiette told me everything. So you have been chosen to represent?

Nonsense, said Harry muffled.

Of course it's not nonsense! The pale witch said angrily. Oh, oh, Wei, don't be angry, this is a signal. The fat aunt comforted her. The fat lady turned the hinge and opened the door to let Hart into the common room.

As the door opened, there was a loud noise that nearly knocked Potter back. Then he was confronted by dozens of pairs in the room against all Gryffindors. Everyone screamed and clapped and whistled.

You should have told us you signed up, Fred yelled, half-happy and half-angry.

That's amazing, how did you manage to do it without growing a white beard? George roared with a smile.

I didn't, said Harry, I don't know how—

Angelina was already rushing towards him. Although it's not me, I'm a member of Gryffindor anyway.

Now you can take revenge on Diggory for the shame of the last Quidditch match!

Katie. Bell - one of Gryffindor's Chasers

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We've got some food, Harry, come and eat. I'm not hungry, I've had enough at dinner.

Nobody wanted to hear him say he wasn't hungry, or that he didn't put his name in it.

No one noticed him either, Lee Jordan got a Gryffindor flag out of nowhere and insisted on wrapping it around Harry like a cloak.

Harry couldn't get away, and every time he tried to run back down the stairs to the dormitory, they surrounded him, forced him to have another Butter, and stuffed desserts and peanuts into his hands. Everyone wants to know how he did it, how he cheated Dumbledore's age line and put his name in it...

I didn't, he said over and over again, I don't know what's going on.

Judging from the way everyone looked at him, what he said was in vain.

After almost half an hour, he couldn't bear to cry, I'm tired, George, really, I'm going to bed. The thing he wanted most was to find some good friends and go to their place for understanding.

It appears that neither of them were present.

The same is true for Fan Lin, he didn't know where he went, he didn't like it very much, especially...

Harry felt sorry, and somehow involved Fan Lin...

He insisted on going to bed.

At the foot of the stairs, the Weasley brothers tried to stop him from going, and he nearly pinned them to the ground. Finally getting rid of everyone, he quickly climbed into the dormitory. In the empty dormitory, he found Ron lying on the bed with his clothes on, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Harry slammed the door shut and looked up at him.

Where have you been? Harry asked him.

Hi, hello! Ron was laughing, a forced and weird smile.

Harry suddenly realized that he was still surrounded by the scarlet Gryffindor flag. It was tied so tightly that it took him a long time to get it off. And Ron was lying on the bed watching him, not moving.

Congratulations, then, said Ron, seeing Harry pull down the flag and throw it into the corner.

Congratulations? What do you mean? Harry glared at Ron. Ron smiled strangely, like a grin.

No one else crosses the age line, said Ron. Fred and George didn't make it through. What did you use—the invisibility cloak?

The invisibility cloak won't help me get past that age either, Harry said slowly.

Good, said Ron. If it's an invisibility cloak, you might tell me. It can take us, can't it? But you found another way.

Listen, I didn't put the name in. Someone else must have done it.

Ron raised an eyebrow. Why would they do that?

I don't know. Harry thought planning to kill me was ridiculous.

It's okay, you can tell me the truth, he said. If you don't want people to know, that's fine. But I don't know why you lie so hard. You won't be in trouble. Fat aunt's friend, that Violet told us that Dumbledore let you participate .There are 1,000 gold coins and bonuses, right? And no final exams...

I didn't put the name in! Harry rose angrily.

Well, said Ron, in exactly the same skeptical tone as Cedric, you said in the morning that you'd put your name in at night too, so no one would see you. I'm no fool.

You remember it very well, Harry interrupted him.

Yeah. Ron said without a smile on his face. Harry, you're sleepy. I reckon you'll be on the phone early tomorrow morning, or something like that.

He lowered the curtains wrapped around the posts. Harry stood at the door, staring at the red velvet curtains. Behind that, lay one of the few friends he had believed would believe him.

Harry suddenly felt a little bad, this is not a good thing, the gap between dreams and reality is really...