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Harry was a little absent-minded. Although he didn't make it to the end yesterday, Draco kissed all the places he should and shouldn't.

"Come on, smile." There was a click. Harry subconsciously raised his head and was caught by the camera.

"Hello, I'm Rita Skeeter." A woman wearing ugly glasses shook hands with several people. "I'm a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

"No one wants to know, and the most important thing is, how do you become warriors..." Rita touched Fleur's pretty little face. "I think my readers must be crazy to know about you."

"Then who will talk to me first?" Rita glanced, "Let's start with the youngest!"

He said without waiting for Harry's reaction. He dragged Harry into the compartment where the brooms were kept. The place was scary and small. Harry shrank in, afraid of touching reporter Rita.

"Don't be nervous, you must be familiar with this place. Don't you suggest me using a shorthand quill?" A green quill and notebook were floating in the air.

Harry shook his head and the two sat on the ground.

"So, how do you feel about you being the youngest warrior here?"

"Uh..." Harry didn't know how to answer.

But Rita had already asked, "To the other three who are older than you, the three warriors. Not only are they more mature than you, but they have also mastered some spells that you have never known. Are you nervous?"

"I, I never thought about this..." Harry looked at the quill writing crazily in the air, feeling a little uneasy.

"Don't worry about that, the story about you..." Rita touched her chin, her eyes flickering behind her glasses.

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Harry looked at the headline in the newspaper and threw it into the stove angrily. What is a teenage tragedy? !

And that sentence, why do you get tears in your eyes when you recall the past? !

This reporter is just writing nonsense!

Sirius' owl flew over in a hurry and dropped a letter.

Don't worry, Harry. Believe Dumbledore, I will come over when you compete. Whoever put your name in, I'm sure he has good intentions. Please be careful when playing.

Harry held the letter in his hand and the pendant on his chest with his other hand. A slight smile appeared on his face, and he felt sweet in his heart.

"Harry." Hermione's voice came, and Harry looked over and saw that it was Ron, Hermione, and Lilith.

"What's wrong?" Harry stood up and came over.

"Hagrid is looking for you." Hermione glanced at Ron. This was originally what Hagrid asked Ron to take. But now Ron didn't know what was going on.

"Hagrid?" Harry didn't understand.

It was night, and Harry and Hagrid were walking in the Forbidden Forest.

Harry looked at Hagrid confused. "Hagrid, have you combed your hair? And what's with the flowers on your chest?"

Hagrid grinned, his bearded face actually looked a little shy. "Is this...a secret? Just put on the invisibility cloak and then you'll be done with it."

Harry put on his cloak after hearing this, and saw another tall figure standing in front of him from a distance.

Is it...Ms. Maxim?

Harry looked up in disbelief at Hagrid, who was adjusting his clothes. Hagrid handed the flower to Maxim.

"Hagrid, I thought you weren't coming." Maxim grabbed Hagrid's hand. "I thought you forgot me here..."

"How could I forget you here, Olanpu." Hagrid said affectionately.

Harry looked even more confused in his cloak.

Am I also a part of your play?

"What do you want me to see?" Ms. Maxim grabbed a flea from Hagrid's beard and stuffed it into her mouth.

Harry felt like vomiting.

"I won't let you down." Hagrid led Maxim to one side.

All I saw was flames gushing out.

It's a fire dragon.

"Oh, this is so spectacular. Can I get closer?" Maxim walked over.

Harry swallowed, playing so big? "The first level is the fire dragon?!"

"Didn't Ron tell you?" Hagrid looked at Harry doubtfully. "His brother brought this here. The hornet almost scared Ron unconscious."

Harry shook his head, a little disappointed. He knew that Ron had misunderstood him, and now the two of them were having a cold war.

The next day, Harry told Cedric about the fire dragon.

The two were chatting, but were interrupted by Draco.

"I think there's no need to chat for so long..."

Cedric's eyes moved back and forth, not understanding what was going on.

Harry smiled awkwardly and squeezed Draco's waist with one hand.