HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Avro held her breath. After being stunned for a moment, she ran towards the two people who fell on the ground, followed closely by Dumbledore.

She knelt on one knee, patted Cedric's cheek, looked at his coal-black face, tears streaming down her face, "Cedric! Cedric!"

Cedric moved his fingers, stretched out his cold left hand and held Aphra's hand tightly. Avro felt a little more at ease, and she looked at Cedric with tearful eyes.

Cedric opened his eyes, full of doubts. Is he not dead? He remembered that he had been hit by several Avada Kedavra. Logically speaking, he should be gone, but...

"Don't worry." Cedric reached out to wipe away her tears.

Next to him, Harry sat up with difficulty. His mind was in a state of confusion. He had no time to care about anything else. He just looked for Dumbledore through his broken glasses.

"Mr. Dumbledore!" Harry shouted in panic, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear clearly, "He's back! Voldemort is back!"

Waves of sound came like a tidal wave, drowning the few people in the center of the field.

Harry was stunned when he saw Dumbledore for the first time, and Aphra was also cold all over, and her blood was flowing backwards.

Cornelius Fudge ran over quickly, looking panicked, "Wha-what?"

"Go to the school hospital." Avro frowned. She stood up and used the greatest strength in her life to lift Cedric. It was not easy for a delicate girl to lift a tall boy.

"As long as everything is alright, it will be alright." Cornelius Fudge was rubbing his hands at the side. He didn't know whether these words were comforting himself or the two warriors.

But apparently, everyone took his words as air.

Avro asked Cedric to put his arm on her shoulders. Cedric did not dare to put his entire weight on Aphra, and the two of them stumbled towards the castle.

Harry dusted himself off and stumbled after the two.

Dumbledore looked at Moody and Snape, gave a brief explanation, and they also walked towards the castle.

……

In the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey was particularly busy. "Mr. Potter was cast on five or six Cruciatus, and Mr. Diggory... was also cast on two or three Unforgivable Curses."

Avro held Cedric's hand, and their fingers were clasped together. After hearing Madam Pomfrey's words, Avro looked at Harry. Harry's face was covered with fine blood marks, and he didn't know where they were. scratched.

Harry lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and said nothing. It was obvious that he had not yet come out of the shadow of tonight.

After Madam Pomfrey examined the two of them, she was about to brew the potion. She walked over to Dumbledore and the two of them left the room together.

Madam Pomfrey lowered her voice, with uncertainty in her tone, "Sir, I... seem to have detected that Mr. Digory's body has been attacked by the Death Curse... I shouldn't say this, but I wouldn't doubt myself. professional abilities.”

"Killing Curse..." Dumbledore looked at Madam Pomfrey with twinkling eyes, "Of course I won't doubt your ability, Poppy."

"I am certain that there are at least three Avada Kedavra curses." Madam Pomfrey said bravely, already beginning to doubt herself.

Dumbledore didn't say whether he believed it or not. He just comforted Madam Pomfrey and asked her to take good care of Harry and Cedric.

Dumbledore stood outside the door, stroking his beard and staring at Cedric and Aphra.

Moody went to the maze to investigate the environment. He had to be ten times more alert to avoid really losing his face - a senior Auror was imprisoned by Death Eaters in disguise. Isn't it ridiculous?

He has to regain his face and do his job well.

Cedric and Harry were clean again, and their faces had regained the appearance of fine skin and tender flesh.

Cedric cleared his throat and said to Aphra:

"We ended up meeting in front of the Goblet of Fire, and Harry saved me, so I offered to let him get the Goblet of Fire."

Although Cedric longed for glory, he was not crazy about it.

He believed from the bottom of his heart that Harry was better than him. Harry was forced to participate. He was younger than him but performed better than him, so he should win.

Harry had a complicated expression on his face. He had indeed always disliked Digory and hoped that he could defeat him.

But... Harry also felt that this championship really didn't belong to him.

Harry just leaned against the wall and struggled internally for a while.

If he wins the championship, will Avro look at him differently? If he wins the championship, no one will say that he entered the competition by unfair means.

in case……

Harry bit his lip and clenched his fists, "Take it, you are only one hand away from the Triwizard Cup, not to mention that Avro helped me with my first two projects, which does not count my ability. If If I only relied on myself, I would have been sprayed to death by the fire dragon in one breath."

Cedric didn't expect Harry's answer. When Cedric asked Harry to get the trophy, he was already mentally prepared.

Harry liked Aphra, he could tell, and it would be reasonable for him to agree.

But I didn't expect that Harry would be so humble.

Cedric was moved.

Harry was moved too.

"..." After listening to their descriptions, Avro suddenly felt that they should become sworn brothers on the spot.

They are almost half-brothers.

"Then what?" Avro had to ask.

"Then we discussed and won the championship together. The championship belongs to Hogwarts - it was Harry who suggested it." Cedric added specifically.

"...Don't give it to me." Avro said.

Klum and Fleur tried their best to win the championship, but they still gave in. Are they angry?

Of course, some people are not even qualified to participate...

Dumbledore stood outside the door and listened, his eyes filled with relief. They were all good children.

"As soon as we touched the trophy, we were sent to a cemetery together."

Harry saw that Cedric was a little tired, so he answered calmly while he was breathing.

"Wormtail escaped from prison and the Ministry of Magic suppressed the news." Harry said with a cold face.

Avro also frowned, full of disapproval and disdain, "They are all a bunch of hard-earned guys who go to work at ten o'clock and do their work like this. I don't know where they got their face."

[Recently, I have been thinking about whether to continue writing. This book is still under review. I am still waiting for the results. I have gone to the staff and told them many times, but they just perfunctoryly asked me to wait. The review also took a long time to pass. I don’t even know what went wrong and was blocked.

This matter does affect my mood, but because of the support of the babies, I will not give up the book for the time being. Thank you to every baby who reads this book.

I will finish writing even the worst outcome, it’s just a matter of time.

Special thanks: Yihehehehehe, pumpkin cheese buns, foggy starfield]