All things are three at Hogwarts

"This is the memory that Harry just gave me. Alan, you might as well take a look." Dumbledore put the memory he had just received from Harry into the roiling pensieve.

Allen did not refuse. Although he had heard Harry tell it, it would be better to see it with his own eyes.

When Allen came out of the Pensieve, Dumbledore was pacing beside the Pensieve. When he saw Allen, he stopped.

"Why did Harry and Voldemort contact each other? What do you think about this?" Dumbledore asked.

"Obviously, this is not just a simple nightmare. Just a nightmare will not cause Harry's scar to hurt." Allen sat back in his chair and spoke very carefully.

"You're right." Dumbledore said softly, sitting down at the desk again, "That's not an ordinary scar. The unsuccessful spell connected Harry to him. I have an idea, but I’d rather hear your opinion.”

Allen sorted out his thoughts, "I only have one conjecture, just a conjecture... I have seen an introduction about Horcruxes. Judging from the state of Voldemort himself and the connection between him and Harry, I suspect He made Harry one of his Horcruxes."

For a while, neither of them spoke. Dumbledore stared forward, and from time to time he used the tip of his wand to take out a silver thought from his temple and put it into the roiling pensieve.

"Dumbledore, you have put that book away since Tom Riddle, but this student still knows so much about how to make Horcruxes, aren't you worried that he will be next?" A slightly sly voice said got up.

"Thank you for the reminder, Phineas." Dumbledore stared at Allen seriously, and Allen looked back calmly, "I think Allen should understand the disadvantages of splitting the soul."

The two were silent again, and Dumbledore took out some thoughts from time to time.

"The last game is his last chance." Dumbledore said suddenly.

"Mr. Bagman once said that the warriors would not return empty-handed, so what is that reward?" Allen asked.

"This is the latest rule discussed by the organizing committee, but it has not been finalized yet. It's just that the pure-blood families donated six additional medals of different materials and placed them in the maze as a reward for the warriors." Dumbledore's pair His light blue eyes looked at the silver-white substance that was constantly rotating in the pensieve. With a tap of the wand, six medals appeared in the sky above the pensieve.

Allen looked at them with interest, "I think Voldemort's most likely method is to make this medal into a door key, so that once Harry touches it, he will be sent to where they want him to go. The first suggestion The pure-blood families are the most suspicious and require continued attention, because they are likely to have been instructed by Voldemort."

"It shouldn't be the championship medal." Dumbledore looked at Allen across the pensieve with a unique penetrating gaze. "With the current ranking situation and the strength you have shown, they It should be expected that Harry cannot be the first. Then they should try to ensure that he competes for the second or third position."

"Now that we have clues, it's better for us to pretend not to know his methods." Allen took out a communication medal on the h94 uniform from the pocket of his robe. "This medal can be used for positioning and communication. I will also use it." Give one to Harry, but not now. Harry hasn't learned Occlumency yet and could easily be discovered. I'll give it to him before the game."

A box of brightly colored candies flew in front of Allen, "Kool-sour candies will give you a different kind of excitement." Dumbledore winked mischievously.

However, Alan did not reach out to take it. He thought that Ron had burnt a hole in his tongue due to eating kool-aid. Alan did not want to taste such a stimulating taste.

According to Dumbledore's habit, taking out food to find the little wizard often meant that the interview was over, and Allen knew it was time for him to leave. He stood up to take his leave, and Dumbledore stood up as well.

"Alan, do you know where the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest have gone?" Dumbledore suddenly asked.

"Did you teach Harry Potter the ancient magic that protected her before anything happened to them?"

Entering June, the atmosphere in the castle became tense and exciting again. Everyone is looking forward to the last competition, which will be held one week before the holidays.

Harry practiced spells whenever he could. He felt more confident than the previous two times. Although the game was certainly fraught with dangers, this time he was given advance notice and had the opportunity to make some preparations.

Professor McGonagall kept catching Harry practicing around school, so she allowed him to use the Transfiguration classroom during lunch. Harry quickly mastered the Obstruction Charm, which could stop attackers; the Shattering Charm, which could blow up solid obstacles; and the Orientation Charm, which Hermione had discovered and given to him, to make his wand point due north so that he could You can judge whether you are going in the right direction or not in the maze. But he hasn't fully mastered the Iron Armor Charm, which can temporarily form an invisible wall around him. Unfortunately, Hermione cleverly cast a Soft Leg Charm to break it. Harry limped around the house for ten minutes before she found the breaking spell.

It’s not just him. Except for Allen, who was immersed in studying the devil’s curse after briefly looking up the magic spells of the ancient Milos region in the tower collection, all the warriors are studying various combat and guidance types. Curse.

This even aroused the enthusiasm of learning magic spells throughout Hogwarts. Professor Flitwick would be surrounded by studious little wizards every time after class, but the good-tempered professor obviously enjoyed it very much. He took the trouble to explain the magic spell. Stick swinging and pronunciation skills, rejoice in the little wizards' little progress.

On the day of the match, the Gryffindor breakfast table was very lively. A screech owl brought Hermione the morning's Daily Prophet as usual. She opened the newspaper, glanced at the front page, and immediately squirted a mouthful of pumpkin juice all over the newspaper.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, staring at her.

"Nothing." Hermione hurriedly tried to hide the newspaper.

"Write about me?" Harry asked.

But before Harry could ask to read the newspaper, Seamus, who was sitting at the same table as Ron, shouted.

Seeing Harry looking at him, he said uncomfortably: "The newspaper is right, you do know Parseltongue, and your scar is indeed painful enough to make you faint."

"But Harry is not insane. We are in the same dormitory and others are talking nonsense. Don't you know it yet?" Ron beside him retorted with a sneer.

Harry held out his hand to Seamus, who handed him the newspaper.

As soon as Harry opened it, he saw his own photo, and the title on it was clearly visible:

Harry potter

upset, emotionally dangerous

The boy who defeated the mysterious man is emotionally unstable and possibly quite dangerous, special reporter Rita Skeeter reports. Shocking evidence has recently been revealed of Harry Potter's strange behavior, casting doubt on his suitability to participate in such a difficult competition as the Triwizard Tournament, or even to attend school at Hogwarts...

"Harry, this is nonsense. It must be posted today! Don't be affected." Hermione advised worriedly.

"It doesn't matter, I will pass smoothly." Harry folded the newspaper and said easily.

Professor McGonagall walked towards them along the Gryffindor table.

"Potter, the warriors will gather in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast," she said.

"But it's game night!" Harry accidentally spilled scrambled eggs on his body, thinking he had misremembered the time.

"I know, Potter," said Professor McGonagall. "The warrior's relatives have been invited to watch the final. You can meet them."

She walked away. Harry quickly swallowed the food in his hands.