Hogwarts: I'm taking my dad to find my mom.

"Ron! Ron!" Harry chased after the angry Ron in front of him.

"You know me, I didn't put my name into the Goblet of Fire."

"Who knows?" Ron stopped and looked at Harry.

"Who knows if you secretly put your name in in the middle of the night, wearing your invisible cloak?"

His tone was full of sarcasm.

Hermione, who was following behind, looked at Ron in disbelief and retorted, "Ron! How can you say that!"

"The age limit set by Professor Dumbledore is so high that even George and Fred who have taken the aging potion can't do anything about it."

"Harry is only a fourth-year student. How can he possibly put his name in the Goblet of Fire?"

Seeing Hermione constantly speaking for Harry, Ron sneered, shook his head, said something, and turned away.

“Who knows what tricks he used.”

"You are really unreasonable!" Hermione stamped her feet and then comforted Harry.

"Harry, you know Ron means no harm."

"You really didn't put your name in the Goblet of Fire?"

"Of course I didn't. Even you don't believe me?"

Harry said loudly, pointing in the direction Ron left: "You really are an idiot!"

"No, I believe you!" Hermione said firmly.

"I believe you too, Harry."

Sirius came out of the room and looked at Harry.

He is the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year and was recruited by Dumbledore midway through the course.

Dumbledore didn't want to harass his old friend as Agarth described. Since Alastor Moody was to be the professor, it would be better for Alastor to enjoy his retirement at home.

"Sirius." Harry looked at him frustratedly, "I really didn't do that."

"Of course, being a warrior is not that easy."

Sirius shrugged, "But Harry, you have to be careful."

"Someone must want to frame you, otherwise why would they put your name in it?"

"There is only one person who wants to harm me."

Harry said without hesitation: "Voldemort."

"No, Harry." Sirius shook his head. "Don't say that name."

"The Dark Lord placed a tracking spell on his name. Anyone who says his name can be tracked by him."

Leinno and Agas were standing at the corner. He nudged Agas' arm and said, "Do you want to see more?"

"No, I've already finished it."

Agas turned and left.

He just wanted to witness the scene of brothers turning against each other.

Well, fortunately, Ron's brothers are different from him.

*

The next day, when Agas and Rheino arrived at the Black Lake, a crowd of people had gathered at the old place.

George, Fred, Rolf and the undefeated Warrior Cedric.

"My friend seems very depressed." Agas sat down next to Cedric.

"A little bit." Cedric picked up a stone and threw it into the Black Lake.

The next second, an octopus tentacle emerged from the black lake and threw the stone back to him.

"Hey look, it has a grumpier temper than me."

Agas patted him gently on the shoulder.

"Cedric, maybe when the first game comes, you'll be happy that you lost."

Even in the original world, Cedric completed the first game brilliantly.

However, a dragon needs several adult wizards to work together to suppress it.

To put it bluntly, these warriors are just children who have not yet reached adulthood.

There was a noise coming from the other end.

Malfoy and his companions walked up to Harry, who was left alone, in a showy manner.

"Hey, Potter, wanna see what support we have for you?"

"I don't want to see it."

Harry turned around and wanted to leave, but Malfoy did not give him the chance to leave. The people around him surrounded Harry in a circle, then stretched out their wands and pointed at a badge on his clothes.

The originally ordinary badge instantly turned into a green badge with the words "Porter Stinky Shit" written on it.

Harry gritted his teeth and scanned the badges on the people around him.

"Even if you do this, what's the use!"

He pushed a person aside, squeezed out a passage, and left the place.

Agas and the others who were watching the show silently put away their telescopes.

"Honestly, Agas, the people in your academy can be really annoying sometimes."

George spoke honestly.

"I think so," Rolf nodded, then stood up from the grass. "I want to go to Hagrid."

"He sent me a message today, asking me to go find him when I have time."

Cedric stood up with him, "I'll go with you."

The two walked together towards Hagrid's hut.

Before they even reached Hagrid's house, they saw a tall figure standing in Hagrid's small garden.

"Charlie?!" Rolf recognized the man in front of him as George and Fred's brother.

He took a few quick steps, looked at Charlie who had changed a lot in front of him and said, "Charlie, you've become stronger!"

"Good afternoon, Rolf, Cedric." Charlie looked up and smiled at the two of them.

"We heard you were raising dragons in Romania, how come you're here?"

Rolf looked at Charlie in confusion.

"Oh, of course, because I have a job that I have to do."

Charlie blinked at them but didn't say why.

"No!" Cedric thought of something and widened his eyes in disbelief: "You are here for the Triwizard Tournament."

"So, the first game, it's the dragon?"

"Shh, shh, shh!" Charlie looked around and put his index finger to his mouth.

"I don't know what happened to Ron. He asked him to give Harry a message, but he didn't want to."

"George and Fred are unreliable, so Hagrid thought of you, Rolf."

Charlie sighed helplessly.

"Rolf, if you can, please tell Harry to be careful."

"Of course, I'll help."

Rolf agreed, but Cedric next to him was still in his own world.

He just suddenly remembered what Agas said when he patted him on the shoulder.

Could it be that Agas already knew the content of the first game?

Yes, Agas had known that.

But Agas felt that there was no point in him participating in such a competition. It was easy as pie, easy as pie.

So, he knocked on Barty Crouch's office.

"Mr. Crouch."

Agas gave the most obedient smile of his life to Crouch, who opened the door a crack and stared at him.

However, Crouch did not open the door completely.

Instead, he looked at him and said, "Mr. Grindelwald, what can I do for you?"