[hp]Hogwarts Eastern Exchange Student

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In an instant, everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at Harry.

Harry stayed in his seat, his mind going blank.

There was no applause. A buzz began to spread through the auditorium, voices mixed with anger and questioning.

"He...how did he cheat the age line?" Blaise stared at Harry in disbelief.

"Maybe he didn't sign up for it." I couldn't help but say something for Harry.

From my point of view, Harry is a little bit broken now.

Draco sneered, "Isn't it normal for the savior to want to be in the limelight? That thing can be more limelight than the four-wizard competition."

"That's enough, Draco." I frowned and looked at him, "This kind of competition is very dangerous. Harry will not sign up regardless of his own safety."

No one in the room spoke, and the atmosphere seemed to be frozen for a few seconds. Draco suddenly raised his head and looked at me with an extremely unfamiliar look, and his tone was indifferent that I had never felt before.

"Really, then I hope he dies in the game."

"you!"

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called his name loudly, "Come up here!"

After he led Harry into the door, the four warriors inside looked at them in confusion.

Dumbledore didn't say anything. Ludo Bagman on the side raised Harry's hand excitedly, "This is really bizarre. Please allow me to introduce you to him. This is the fifth warrior in the Final Four!"

Krum straightened up and looked at Harry grimly. Cedric looked a little at a loss, Jiumu Bai just raised his eyebrows, no one could tell his attitude. Only Fleur screamed in disbelief, "What! This little boy wants to compete too!?"

Even though Harry was numb with shock, he still felt a surge of anger at what Fleur had called him.

Ms. Maxim shook her tall body to seek justice for her beloved disciple, "What on earth does this mean, Dumbledore?" she asked in a bad tone, "I have never heard that two people can appear in one school. Warrior, this is not fair!”

"I want to know this too," Karkaroff patted Krum's shoulder comfortingly and directed his anger at Dumbledore, "I don't remember anyone telling me that the host school can have two warriors - could it be those I haven’t read the regulations clearly enough?”

He smiled sinisterly.

The master stood aside with Jiu Mubai. It seemed that he did not intend to get involved in their war. However, in order to cover up that he already knew the plot, the master still said something serious.

"Old Deng, you really should give everyone an explanation."

Dumbledore was looking down at Harry now, and Harry was looking back at him, trying to read the eyes behind the half-moon lenses.

"Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?"

"No." Harry wanted to say that someone had framed him, but he realized that everyone was looking at him with anger, and Snape impatiently made a sound of disbelief in the shadows.

"He must be lying!" Madame Maxime shouted.

"It's impossible for him to exceed that age line!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, "I believe everyone agrees on this -"

Karkaroff rolled his eyes and his voice became smooth, "Mr. Crouch...Mr. Barrowman, you two are our objective referees. You must also think that this matter is extremely inappropriate. ?"

Mr. Crouch stood next to the stove and sighed, "We must abide by the charter. The charter clearly stipulates that anyone who comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition."

No matter how dissatisfied Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim were, they could not change this matter. They could only listen to Mr. Crouch's guidance on the first project, and then left here with their students cursing.

Harry also left in a daze. He thought depressedly, besides Ron and Hermione, who else could believe in him?

Maybe...and her?

Harry shook his muddy head and walked to the dormitory, but he didn't expect that there was still a test of friendship waiting for him...

Because the Passat still owed me an explanation about the plan, I ran to the Hufflepuff lounge to find him early the next morning. Unexpectedly, waiting at the door was Cedric surrounded by everyone.

Cedric was obviously not used to everyone's enthusiasm. When he saw me coming, he quickly pulled me and fled to a deserted corner before he dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

"So popular, great hero." I teased.

Cedric looked begging for mercy, "My classmates have been so enthusiastic recently, and I really can't resist it. Last night, I didn't even have time to look for Qiu, so they tossed me around in the dormitory, and I didn't know who she was. Will you be angry——"

I choked on this unexpected bit of dog food and pointed upstairs in a funny way, "Would you like me to put an invisibility charm on you and go up to find her?"

Cedric's eyes flashed, "Really? Thank you so much!"

"By the way, what did the Passat do? Isn't he in the dormitory?" I asked while taking out the charm.

"He seems to have gone to the owl shed," Cedric thought for a moment. "The two Gryffindor twins said before that the milk tea shop didn't have enough materials. He should have gone to send a letter to buy materials."

I nodded understandingly and handed him the invisibility talisman. I knew that there were not enough materials. Recently, the milk tea shop is full every day. I didn’t expect that students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang also like to drink milk tea. , the most people in the private room every day are their students.

In contrast, Kunlun students are not so enthusiastic about milk tea. It seems that they prefer fish and chips in the cafeteria.

"By the way," Cedric suddenly hesitated, "Harry...didn't he really secretly put his name into the Goblet of Fire?"

I understand why Ced asked this, and I also know why people misunderstood Harry, but I really don’t want Ced to misunderstand him.

"He didn't. I believe he is not this kind of person."

He is not the kind of person who puts himself in danger in order to steal his reputation. Although he wears the title of savior, who has asked his opinion about the fatal threats that can maintain his reputation.

If possible, I just hope that he lives in peace, not some savior who goes through life and death.

Cedric nodded thoughtfully, "Well...then I should believe him. I'm going to find Qiu. Thank you for the invisibility charm."

"You're welcome," I smiled and waved to him, "I wish you good luck in the competition."

After seeing Cedric off, I looked around in the direction of the owl loft. As soon as I turned my head, I bumped into Harry, who had been standing in the shadow of the corner for who knows how long.

"You..." When were you here?

Harry's expression under his round glasses held an unknown emotion. The anxiety in his heart due to the quarrel with Ron was somehow relieved. He suddenly stretched out his hand and held me tightly in his arms.

"Sorry, just for a moment." He buried his head in my neck, put his hands around my waist, and exuded a tired aura.

I froze somewhat at a loss.

But thinking about what happened recently...

Wormtail ran away, and he didn't know who was pushed into the dangerous game. Faced with everyone's ridicule and worries about the game, Harry was definitely overwhelmed by all kinds of things.

"You must be very tired recently..." I slowly put my arms around his neck and stroked his black curly hair.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Harry's tense body relaxed a little. He took a deep breath and let go of the hand holding me.

"Sorry." He said again, as if he had just remembered something, and looked at my expression carefully, "Aren't you angry?"

I looked at him funny, "You mean you didn't report anything about Wormtail's escape? Of course you're angry."

Harry's big green eyes suddenly looked at me aggrievedly.

I sighed, "Let's put this aside for now. Let's talk about what you will do in this competition."

"I don't know," Harry scratched his hair, annoyance rising to the top of his head, "I have no idea who put my name in, and Ron doesn't believe me! He is my best friend!"

"Is that why you're in such a bad mood?"

"And Hermione, he said Ron was jealous of me, and gave Ron a lot of reasons not to blame him." At this point, Harry couldn't help but kicked the wall, "Obviously we are both He's her friend! How can she be so partial—"

Can friends and boyfriends be the same...

I couldn't help but complain in my mind.

Harry took out an envelope from his robes and said, "Anyway, I plan to send a letter to Sirius now. Maybe he will have something to do."

"Let's go together," I turned sideways, "I'm going to the owl loft to find the Passat."

The owlhouse was on the top floor of the tower. Harry stood at the door and looked around. Hedwig at the top of the branch quickly flew to his shoulder and stretched out a leg to signal him to tie the letter.

"I can't use you," Harry's eyes fell on the other owls, "I need to find a school owl, you are too conspicuous - ow!"

Hedwig angrily pecked him with her mouth, flapped his feathers with her wings, and flew to the top of the shed angrily.

Harry covered his fingers in pain, "Hey! It's not my fault!"

"Your owl has quite a temper," I suppressed a smile and took the gold sore medicine from the storage ring and sprinkled it on his wounds.

Passat was in the innermost part of the shed, squatting on the ground racking his brains and not knowing what to write. Hearing our movements, he quickly looked over in surprise.

"Susu! Come here quickly -"

He waved the letter in his hand, "Whether the strawberry shake has four or five ingredients, I can't remember!"

……

Waste, what use do you have.

I grabbed his letter paper, glanced at it briefly, and filled it in with a pen.

Passat avoided Harry's gaze and quietly came over.

"What are you two doing? Where is the plot?"

"Fighting with Ron and sending a letter to Sirius," I replied quietly.

"Oh~" Passat nodded clearly.

Harry selected the owl and tied the letter to its leg. From the corner of his eye, he saw Passat and I gathering together and muttering together, and he suddenly felt a little unhappy.

"What are we talking about?" Harry came over and interrupted, trying his best to maintain a friendly smile on his face.

"Chatting..." Passat looked at me.

"I'm talking about you!" My thoughts were spinning rapidly, "He said he believes in you too, Passat, right?"

I nudged him with my elbow.

"Yes, yes." Passat stood up straight and patted Harry on the shoulder with great emotion. "You are the hero of the people and the pillar of society. The competition is so dangerous. There is absolutely no way you would do something like secretly throwing your name into the Goblet of Fire, because you are the Potter of the party!"

Harry:?

I smiled awkwardly but politely, stretched out my hand and gave the Passat a hard tug.

You almost got it.

"I haven't said yet my goal of being among the masses and going among the masses..." Passat kept honking.

…………

Bengbu lived.

In any case, Passat's words showed that it was supporting Harry. Compared with Ron's attitude, Harry felt angry again in his heart.

What outsiders know, why don’t my good friends understand it?

"Thank you, Senior Dutch." Harry took a breath and looked at me again, "I'm going to find Hagrid now, do you want to go with me?"

"No," I pointed to the Passat next to me, "I still have something to talk to him about."

After Harry left, Passat turned his head with a look of surprise, "What's going on? What do you want from me?"

"You have the nerve to ask me," I rolled my eyes, "didn't you say you wanted to tell me your plan in detail?"

"Oh, right!" Passat slapped his thigh.

"Didn't I say last time that Ellie was just part of the plan?" Seeing my blank look, he added helplessly, "Ellie is the cow girl..."

"Oh oh oh!" Just saying that made me think of it.

"Ellie is not the most important thing in my plan," Passat said in a low voice, "I just need her to be the first person to hand over the evidence to Dumbledore."

"Wait a minute, what evidence?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Passat disagreed, "I plan to bring the fake Moody's bottle of polyjuice potion to Dumbledore."

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take?

Is that thing so easy to get?

I didn't know what expression to put on, "You should know that he carries that bottle with him, right? Do you want to confront a Death Eater?"

"He may not be able to beat me." Passat curled his lips.

...Who gave you confidence? Lockhart?

"No, no, no, this plan is too risky. He is a person who knows Avatar. I only have one life and I don't dare to fight him." I raised my hands and feet in disapproval.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Passat squatted on the ground and drew circles. "Only by telling Dumbledore about this before the third project can we possibly save Seid's life. If Dumbledore knew that this was Voldemort, A trap, he will definitely cancel this competition..."

"Do you know how ridiculous it would be if someone else heard this?"

I rubbed my temples with a headache, "No one will believe that that person is back, and it's not enough to use Polyjuice Potion as evidence. What can Polyjuice Potion prove? Fake Moody can always quibble and say that it's just him. A potion made when bored, we need more conclusive evidence——"

Suddenly an idea flashed through my mind.

I slapped my forehead suddenly, "Yeah, the polyjuice potion is not very useful as evidence. The fake Moody's appearance when he transformed is evidence! We can take away his potion and take pictures when the effect of the potion wears off. The way he transformed, such conclusive evidence can’t make him overturn!”

"It's easy to quibble." Passat shook his wand. "Magic is omnipotent. I can change a photo of Snape dancing ballet for you right now."

I raised my lips and smiled, "Magic can indeed deceive people——"

"But Muggle cameras don't."