Harder Aurora

"Don't touch him!" Potter hissed.

He said coldly, "Cruciate."

Potter trembled violently, his young face contorted in pain, and he felt a little relief in his heart.

"My old friends," he said softly, in a serpentine voice, as the humble and frightened servants fell to their knees, and he saw a man's long strands of platinum-blond hair poking out from the edge of his hood, " Lucius, you never thought your master could come back, did you?"

Lucius hissed in pain, prostrate on the ground, "I... I have been looking for your trace—"

Rather than tormenting the boy, he preferred to appreciate the humbleness of those of the purest blood, "Really?" he said dryly.

In a show of strength in front of his servants, he ordered Wormtail to let the weak boy go, thinking he could torture Dumbledore's golden boy to death.

Unfortunately, he is too arrogant.

Once again Harry Potter escaped from under his wand, taking the sad corpse of Hufflepuff with him.

This is the last chance, he can't make another mistake.

Harry woke up from the pain of the scar in his dream. He sat up in a cold sweat, panting uncontrollably.The scar was burning hot, throbbing and throbbing, as if a giant was hitting his forehead rhythmically with a hammer.

This was abnormal, and Harry thumped the bed hard. If the previous connection was always hidden and evasive, then this time, he was sure that there was intentional meaning in it.And his Occlumency could theoretically block this deliberate connection, but why didn't it work, should he go to Snape?

No, without the protection of Occlumency, Snape would definitely find out about Draco. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing to reveal the news now, but he didn't dare to bet, especially when Tom Riddle actually Not dead, but hidden in Albus, he couldn't lose him.

Fortunately, during the holidays, he took back both the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map. Harry lit his wand and took out the map kept in the bedside table.

Harry couldn't help but start to worry about the 5000 Galleon fine.

Albus in the room where the Goblet of Fire was kept.

☆、Do not mess around at home

Albus wasn't having a bad day, although he could feel the curiosity of the students around him.His eyes were ready to move, but he knew they wouldn't ask, and he was very grateful for that, and Merlin didn't want to explain which beautiful lady was his stepmother at all.

"Albus, are you going to bed?" asked his roommate, Robert the Bruce.

Albus shook his head, "I'll go to the social room to read."

Robert collapsed on the bed sleepily, "There is no one outside... Forget it, go to bed early."

He's not a freak, he just loves to read in quiet time.Albus sank deep into the soft and warm sofa, yes, that was the feeling of being at home, with no one staring at him curiously, no father's rumored girlfriend hanging around, the world only in his hands "Defense Against the Dark Arts Theory" in "Defense Against the Dark Arts Theory" is so cool.

"...Potter..."

Albus looked up suspiciously, had he heard someone calling him.

"Who's there?" He looked around, but there was no one there, only the flickering candle.

"...Potter...Albus..."

Albus put his textbook on the sofa, gripped his wand tightly in his hand, and followed the sound carefully.Soon, he discovered that the strange voice was coming from inside the wall, and no one could speak inside the wall unless it was not a person.

Ah Bu thought for a while, and put on a Parseltongue, "... who are you..."

"...Potter... come with me..."

"...Where did you come from, little snake..."

However, the other party ignored him, hissing and wandering from the wall to the entrance and exit of the social room.

"Hey! I don't have a Marauder's Map or an Invisibility Cloak!" Albus shouted angrily at the hissing voice.

In the end, it was Ravenclaw's curiosity that overcame reason, and a little Gryffindor courage in his blood. He followed the voice lightly and walked out of the social room.

"...Who the hell are you? Dad sent me to watch me." Albus whispered as he walked against the wall.

"…come over…"

It seems that this mysterious little snake can only speak this sentence, Albus sighed and followed up resignedly.

Because he was afraid of waking up the portrait and being sued, he walked all the way to a closed door in the dark without even using fluorescent lights.

"…and then?"

The hissing sound disappeared, and the surroundings were as quiet as if nothing had come.

Ah Bu thought for a while, then lightly raised his wand, "Alahuo hole is open."

"Click", the door opened a crack, leaking a trace of blue light.

Albus knew what this was, it was the Goblet of Fire room.

Why should I come?With doubts, Albus carefully pushed open the heavy door, the light from the Goblet of Fire almost blinded him, the eternal honor was so aggressive.

Albus half-closed his eyes in confusion, and approached the center of the room step by step. It was so bright, but looked so cold.Abu thought of the last person who died in front of the Goblet of Fire, and his heart was full of unknowns. Maybe he shouldn't come here tonight.

He woke up suddenly, what mysterious voice, everything was too wrong, what was the reason why that voice asked him to come here, did it just want him to appreciate this famous cup carefully?

Albus staggered a few steps back, turned around and ran quickly, this was probably a trap, even though he didn't know what the purpose of this trap was, it definitely had bad intentions.

The students from the three schools were very enthusiastic about signing up. Even if they were under the age, they would go to watch other people sign up in their spare time and make a fuss about it.

"Look, Sterling is signing up too." Isabel chewed her gum, saw that annoying senior come in holding a small note, and blew a bubble, which burst with a bang.

Charles and Dominic were also sitting on the side reading a book, and Charles said eccentrically, "Field, Senior Sterling will definitely lead us to restore the glory of Slytherin."

"Why don't you go to class?" Sterling couldn't stand the ridicule, and he cast his name and turned to the young Slytherins to blame.

"Obviously, because it's not yet time." Charles smiled.

Sterling shook his head coldly, "It's really getting worse every time."

"What are you talking about, little troll." Field said imitating Snape's tone.

The crowd all around burst into laughter, and Field applauded with satisfaction, "Come on, Mr. Sterling!"

Charles looked at her with raised eyebrows, playful.

Isabel narrowed her eyes, "What are you looking at?"

Charles shrugged, "It's nothing, you're overthinking." It's just that this method of attracting people's attention by talking is inexplicably familiar.

As they were walking to the classroom, Ariel couldn't help asking, "Isabel, do you have a crush on Sterling?"

Charles: "He's too old, you're not going to end up well."

Isabel, "...No."

"It's not what?" Several people stopped in their tracks immediately, and Snape actually stood outside the classroom with arms folded, staring at them.

"Ten minutes late, I don't remember teaching you this." Snape sullenly, his black eyes resting maliciously on Charles's face, "I hope you don't bring some weird behaviors from the United States to Hogwarts."

Charles puffed up one cheek and decided to swallow his anger. He couldn't afford to mess with this old bat.

Snape yelled, "Go in!"

After everyone was done, Snape walked to the podium with his hands behind his back, "Although according to the requirements of the Ministry of Magic, you can only learn the Unforgivable Curse after the fifth grade, but I don't agree with it."

"The Unforgivable Curse!" Someone gasped softly.

"Yes, the Unforgivable Curses." Snape sneered, "and it's even worse now."

One of the Hufflepuff boys said, "I know if you use one or the other, you'll be sent to Azkaban."

"That was the rule 13 years ago." The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor turned and wrote the names of the three spells on the blackboard.

"And now, apart from the Imperius Curse, as long as you use the Cruciatus Curse or the Killing Curse, you will be directly given the Dementor's Kiss."

Someone screamed softly, and Charles felt that Dominic's body was stiff with fear, so he sat up straight from the textbook with more concentration, and reluctantly began to take notes.

"I remember I told you the Kedavin spell, you don't need to master it unless you want to die." He said coldly, "However, its spelling will be tested in the exam."

"Fine" Charles perfunctory in a low voice.

"Now, get out your wands, what's next is the focus of this semester."

"What? Didn't you say that you can't use the Killing Curse?" a Hufflepuff girl asked in surprise.

Snape glanced at her coldly, "Five points off Hufflepuff."

Connor raised his hand, "Professor, why isn't the Imperius Curse punished with the Dementor's Kiss?"

"Good question, five points for Slytherin."

Everyone was speechless.

"Because the Ministry of Magic sometimes uses the Imperius Curse, that's the biggest reason." Snape said contemptuously, "Double-standard Magical Law Enforcement Department."

Charles and Dominic looked at each other, pretending not to know who he was implicating.

Hufflepuff, who is not afraid of death, has another problem. "Does the Ministry of Magic not need the Killing Curse? If you encounter a terrible dark wizard, it is the safest way to be direct."

Snape sneered, making his always sallow face even more terrifying, "Don't worry, if necessary, the Ministry of Magic has ten thousand ways to kill you, and there is no need to use the Killing Curse at all."

"That's going too far, Severus."

Snape frowned and looked towards the door, "Your teaching assistant has arrived today, and he was late without incident."

Harry leaned against the door frame and smiled, "There are a lot of things, I'm sorry." He was still holding a small suitcase in his arms.

Snape took a breath patiently, "In order to ensure the safety of the school, the Ministry of Magic has arranged a lot of dementors to patrol around. If you don't want your souls to be taken away suddenly that day, I suggest you pay attention to the lectures, especially the dementors. A person who doesn't know anything." He stared at Charles who was flipping through a book boredly.

Charles immediately closed the book obediently, and quickly took out his wand.

Harry smiled gently, "Of course, my suggestion is not to go to the edge of the school, but I know you are all full of spirit of exploration." He gently threw the box into the air, and the box stopped miraculously. Just suspended in mid-air.

"Open." Snape waved his wand at the box in mid-air, and the box opened in response.

A black monster exuding the smell of carrion squeezed out of the narrow box. The students of the two colleges stayed for a while, then exploded the pot in an instant, and fled in panic.

It was so embarrassing, Snape was dizzy with anger, "Stand! It's just a Boggart!"

"what--!"

Charles growled at Dominic in a low voice, "What the hell is this monster!"

His good roommate directly pulled him under the table, "A super-scary and perverted creature, scarier than the Nether Corpse."

"I don't even want to know what an Inferi is—"

Snape couldn't stand it anymore, "Call God to protect!", a slender stag jumped out from the tip of his wand, and the dementor turned into a Boggart shrank back into the narrow room as if it had been burned. in the box.

"It's a shame." Snape's voice was as cold as ice, "Those who ran under the table don't have to take exams for a year."

"Come on, Professor, at least half the kids can't take the exam." Harry tried to hold back a smile, Snape hated him enough, he couldn't add fuel to the fire.

After the Hufflepuff and Slytherin students had crawled out from under the desks, Harry kindly cleared half the room and put the box in the middle of the room.

"Come one by one." Snape pointed at the Slytherins. The one with the best grades—that is, Connor, bravely walked to the box, and a group of little snakes behind could only line up in dejection. But they were all at least 3 meters away from Connor.

"For Merlin's sake, you're Slytherins!" Snape yelled, and Connor winced in horror.

Snape nodded to Harry, who opened the box again.

Connor looked at this horrific image, and raised his wand tremblingly, "Protection—Call God for protection!"

Of course he couldn't conjure a Patronus, but at least a pinch of trembling blue light emerged from the end of the wand.

Snape: "..."

Harry comforted, "It's already very powerful. I didn't even have a spark when I was studying."

The next few poses were all intermittent, but at least they all showed some blue light. Of course, none of them were successfully used.Things changed when Charles arrived.

Snape looked at Harry, "Is this the case where you don't have what you call 'a spark'?"

"Call God for protection!" Charles continued to flick his wand unwillingly.

"You need to think more about happy things." Harry couldn't help but said.

"Oh, maybe it's because I saw you." Charles sneered.

Snape raised an eyebrow, "What does that mean?"

An adult and a boy were strangely silent, with no intention of answering this question at all.

To Snape's relief, Walker wasn't the only one who "had no spark", at least most Hufflepuffs were like that, which made him feel a lot better, but certainly not much better. Go, for a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was more embarrassing for Slytherin House, where more than half of them went to be Death Eaters, or this bunch of little trolls without pure blood glory.

At the end of the lesson, Charles was stopped by Harry.

"Little Mr. Walker! Excuse you for a while." Harry held the box and gestured goodbye to his companions.

Charles silently followed him to an empty classroom.

"What's the matter?" Charles said angrily.

"Don't be so unfriendly." Harry patted the top of his head, "It's so cute."

"..."

"Miss Zhang and I have nothing beyond friendship." Harry took out a letter from his pocket and waved it in front of him.

Charles said angrily, "You cut off my owl!"

"I am the master of Henry II, he will faithfully bring all the letters to me." Harry laughed very much.

"Tell me you're not messing around at home," Charles asked desperately.

"No, Merlin's beard, what are you thinking?!"

Charles breathed a sigh of relief, "That is not."

"No," Harry put the complaint letter back in his pocket seriously, "I wouldn't discuss this kind of thing with a 13-year-old kid, D-Ailey's right, you're spoiled."

"Hmm, so you're going to pretend to be my father and teach me a lesson?" Charles raised his chin provocatively.

"Think about it." Harry smirked.

"...Don't even think about it."

Although Henry II's letter was intercepted, there was no limit to the ways in which Charles could deliver it, and Ashley received another letter that night.

He had just taken a shower, his hair was damp, and he exuded a lazy scent of shower gel.He lay on the sofa and opened the envelope, his face darkened after reading a few lines, "—Where is Miss Zhang?"

At this time, Henry II sent another letter, and Ashley opened it with a frown. Inside was a thousand paper cranes and a strange gold coin.

Qianzhihe, for some reason, his heart skipped a beat, but he had no clue.Ashley carefully opened the paper crane, and there was a line written inside - "Catch the gold coin for three seconds."

Why, is this some new type of flirting?

Suspiciously, he held the gold coin in his palm and counted silently for three seconds.

"One, two, three—what—?!" In an instant, the world was spinning, and there was that disgusting feeling of suffocation again.

When he came back to his senses, he was stepping on a dark red carpet, holding the foot of the bed and retching.

Damn it, never touch what the evil wizard gave you again.

Ashley finally stopped retching, and straightened up to look at this inexplicable place—it was indeed inexplicable, either gold or red, and there was a lion-patterned flag with gold thread on the wall, which was too tasteless.

He tried to open the door, and it turned out to be a study outside, and the culprit was diligently processing various documents on his desk.

"Explain, Potter," he said grimly.

Harry, who was busy, looked up in surprise, "You're here—" He stood up and hit the hard table with his thigh, gasping for breath in pain.

"Do you know that your behavior is called kidnapping?" Ellie complained in a low voice, but he still stepped forward to support Harry softly, "It's too much, I don't want to see you again."

Harry sat back in the chair, pulling him into his lap and hugging him, "It's not my fault, it's all because of your nephew, he forbids us to mess around in the house."

"Don't teach him badly!" The blond beauty, who was already in a bad mood, raised her hand and slapped him, but it didn't take much effort at all.

"Charles doesn't need me to teach him to be bad." Harry defended himself, "I have to admit, he's already bad."

"By the way, who is Miss Zhang?" Ashley pushed Harry away, stood up and asked while clasping his hands.

Harry gritted his teeth, "How did he deliver the letter?"

"Could it be your ex-wife?"

"no--"

"Forget it," Ashley stopped his words, while walking towards the hollow carved window, "I won't ask such things now. Where is this?"

He looked out of the window through the hollow grilles, but it was very dark outside, and only sporadic starlight could be seen.

Harry fell silent, feeling sore in his heart, "This is your old school."

"School? Am I not from a private noble high school in London?" He turned his face and looked at Harry jokingly.

"Lawyers are liars." Harry looked at his side face in a daze, and slowly walked over. He was half a head taller than him, and he just wrapped his whole body under him.

Harry pressed his hands against his lower back, buried the tip of his nose in soft platinum hair, and breathed deeply into his breath.

"You can't mess around at home, but can you do it at school?"

Harry gasped softly, and unconsciously pressed his fingers hard, his Draco was still so flirtatious, "Theoretically, it's not possible."

Ashley was a little hurt by his pinch, and couldn't help but took half a step back, just leaning his back against the glass window, "If you are caught messing around, will you be fired?"

Harry lowered his head and kissed the thin lips, "No, I am a privileged class."

"...human scum."

"Honey, you can't expect a 30-year-old man to be so pure." Harry sighed, but decided to confess, "Not only did I have an ex-wife, but I did have a rumored girlfriend..."

But the person in his arms suddenly stood on tiptoes to block his lips, sucking them once and for all, Harry began to feel hot all over, and hugged him even tighter.

"There will be a day of reckoning, but not now." Ashley whispered into his ear.

☆、My dear, don't be sad

Satisfied, Harry hugged the person he was thinking about day and night, and did nothing, just nestled on the bed and covered himself with the quilt to chat.After careful calculation, he has been literally single for a long time. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he really doesn't want to. For a moment, Harry wondered whether it was Occlumency that made him an indifferent bastard, or he was really old.

He held the other's slender left wrist, and gently kissed the hideous and terrifying mark. This mark was the best proof that he was real.

"What kind of tattoo is this? It can't really be the first party tattoo at the California Music Festival." Eli watched Harry's movements with interest, and didn't push him away. He also liked this kind of gentle intimacy.

"It's a long story." Harry smiled wryly, turned over and pushed him down, he really thought about it now, no, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really thinking about it, but there was more than just time between them, there were too many questions up.

"Why don't you listen to my explanation now, don't you want to know who you are?" Harry preciously slid his fingertips across his face, "Stop talking about inexplicable witchcraft theories, we all know this The two don't conflict."

"—Because I have a moral bottom line."

"...? You mean we're not morally together?"

Ashley frowned, "Your logic is really problematic—what does this have to do with intimacy?"

"Then explain, if you don't explain clearly, you won't even think about going back to London tomorrow." Harry threatened viciously.

"It's a whole family, I'm a part of it, can you understand?"

"Then what to do, your family misses you very much too."

"But I don't remember anything, I can't, I can't remember." He was trembling with fear, maybe this room brought too much sense of security, people who can't see the past are like bottomless Stepping on the steel wire on the cliff, I always feel that there are vicious beasts with malicious intentions everywhere. He is not so strong, he is almost scared to death.

Harry hugged him tightly, "Don't be afraid, I am your past.", and you are my future.

Greengrass stood as far away from Hagrid as she could. She couldn't accept this half-giant, past or present, blood is one thing, but God knows how a giant and a wizard mate, seriously?Every time she sees this professor, she will have very bad associations.

"What a group of spirited lads!" Hagrid looked at the three huge iron cages in front of him. The dragons inside were struggling violently. One of the huge, fiery red dragons roared and rolled in the narrow iron cage. body, Greenglass looked at the fragile iron chain around its neck in horror, "Professor! Are you sure those chains will not break?"

"It's okay if it's broken, they are such cute little guys." Hagrid threw a large piece of meat to one of the dragons, and the dragon flicked its tail and slapped the piece of meat to the red dragon screaming. There.Then the berserk red dragon spit out a huge fireball from its mouth, and the piece of meat and the surrounding land turned into ashes.

"...Who found the fireball dragon, is it true that it won't kill people?" Astoria took a few steps back silently, "The Financial Secretary doesn't have Garen ready to pay for it."

Speaking of this, Hagrid was also a little worried, "I heard that Kingsley was seriously injured by this fireball dragon attack."

"Wow, good luck to the warrior who draws this dragon." Astoria raised his eyebrows and drew two lines in his notebook.

"However, this iron chain," Astoria pointed to the iron chain on the fireball dragon's neck that was almost broken, "remember to change it, the Ministry of Magic still has the money to change the iron chain."

On the way to find McGonagall, Harry came across Gabriel talking to a girl from Beauxbatons. He stopped and watched quietly.

The beautiful blond girl suddenly narrowed her eyes and pointed behind Gabriel, "Look, it's Mr. Potter!"

Gabriel's heart skipped a beat, she stood up and turned around, it was indeed her boss, and Zhang Qiu was not by his side this time.This made her feel a little more relaxed. Even if Harry would only sincerely say "I treat you as my best friend" or "I regard you as my sister" to her in the end, it doesn't mean that she was rejected by Harry's first love. It's a pleasure to be stared at by your girlfriend with hostility and disdain.

What's even more annoying is that Zhang Qiu is probably the only one who hasn't received such compliments like "friend" and "sister". After all, who doesn't know that Ginny Weasley is his best sister.

"Are you relatives?" Harry smiled gently.

"This is Agathe, my cousin." Gabriel touched the girl's smooth long hair. "She is over 15 years old. I hope she can be selected by the Goblet of Fire."

"Mr. Potter, I heard that the students at Hogwarts are learning the Patronus Charm?" Agathe's eyes sparkled. She must have Veela blood, Harry thought to himself.

"Yes, this is for safety reasons. After all, there will be a lot of dementors in Hogwarts this year. But I believe you are already very skilled."

Agathe smiled reservedly.

Gabriel helped her pack her schoolbag and handed it to her, "Go and find your friends."

Looking at Agathe's lithe back, Harry sighed, "When I met you, you seemed to be 15?"

"Um, not that old, 11 years old to be precise."

The two walked side by side, talking about work, until they bumped into a Slytherin.

"My God, it's Mr. Potter and his beautiful assistant." Charles said viciously, holding a stack of books.

Harry: "...what are you thinking?"

Gabriel looked puzzled at Harry and then at the blond boy, "Mr. Potter, I realize that you really don't know how to deal with children."

"They are all little monsters in the rebellious period, you will understand." Harry said meaningfully.

Charles showed a very standard smile, "And you are a middle-aged man in menopause."

Gabriel: "Hahahaha——"

Harry gave the assistant a hard look, and Gabriel snapped her mouth shut.

"Why don't you go to class?" said Harry grimly.

"Aren't you going to the auditorium? Three poor warriors are going to be selected today, Mr. Potter." Charles bowed slightly to him, and left with his head up and his book in his arms.

"Mr. Potter, why did you offend him?" Gabriel shook her head tut-tsk.

"Indeed, I offended him terribly."

Gabriel did not follow his words, but suppressed her smile, "Miss Zhang."

Harry turned his head immediately, and it was indeed Qiu. She had a dignified look, and she walked in a hurry on her high heels.

"Harry, do you have time now?" She didn't look at Gabriel as if she wasn't there.

Harry patted Gabriel on the shoulder, "You go first"

After dismissing Delacour, Cho said to Harry uneasily, "That fireball dragon is too fierce."

Harry frowned, "I know—"

"No," Qiu's fingers stirred, "she broke four chains."

Harry bit his lower lip, and then let it go after a while, "I only broke one when it was shipped from China, why did you break four when you came to Hogwarts in just a few days?"

"What do you mean?" Qiu raised his eyes nervously.

"Don't cause panic. Write to Hermione and ask what might be causing the fireball dragon's unnatural rage. Remember, don't tell anyone else yet."

Qiu nodded and hurried to find the owl.

He was the most vicious Hungarian Horntail drawn by Barty Crouch Jr. in some way. Will there be any connection between the two events?Disturbingly, no one has yet figured out exactly what method he used.

With a feeling of unease, Harry slowly pushed open the door of the Great Hall.The students were all sitting in their seats expectantly, the teachers' bench was lined with professors waiting in line, and Harry's eyes rested on Albus's indifferent face for a few seconds, too short for anyone to notice.

There was a buzz of excitement all around, and what a rare and proud thing it has been to witness the Triwizard Tournament for more than a decade.

"What are you looking at?" Dominic saw Charles flipping through a pile of old books with a bored look on his face. He poked his head to look, "...Where are the magical creatures? Isn't this a grade 6 textbook?"

Charles shook his finger, "No, this is a textbook from 50 years ago, and it is not the same as the textbook now."

"Cool. What are you looking at this for?"

Charles was at a loss for words for a while, "Good question, what do I borrow it for?" He curled his lips, covered the textbook and stuffed it back into his schoolbag. He frowned suddenly. There was a small bottle of strange things in the schoolbag, a very small bottle, covered with dust and scratches, while inside is a thick and weird liquid.

"This is--"

"...you don't want to be known by others..."

Charles gasped and froze. He slowly zipped up his schoolbag and looked at the teacher's seat as if nothing had happened.

Mag raised his wand to the top of his head, and moved the stone platform holding the Goblet of Fire to the center of the long table, "The long-awaited moment, the Goblet of Fire will choose the person it approves, and once chosen, you can no longer retreat .”

Charles frantically searched the memory of his brain, but there was nothing, it should be said that he didn't have any memory about that bottle of liquid, what was that?And the stuff in his brain, isn't it healed?

At this time, the Goblet of Fire had already spit out the first name, "Warrior from Durmstrang, Brady Young!"

The muscular boys let out a mighty cheer as they rolled out a wheat-skinned man who looked to be over 17 years old, with eagle-like eyes.

"He's going to be 17 years old, right? This doesn't seem right. What if the warriors in the other two schools are younger than him?" Ravenclaw's Nelet said displeased.

Albus glanced at her casually, "No matter who it is, it is the choice of the Goblet of Fire, age is never a reason."

"After all, Mr. Potter was only 14 years old at that time," another boy Charlie said with admiration, "14-year-old champion! There will never be such a shining person again."

Albus sighed speechlessly, his ears were dying from hearing such words, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the crowd of his father's fans around him. Albus continued to read "The Past and Present of the Goblet of Fire" in his hand. What happened that night is of great concern.

Beauxbaton's students were also selected, "Agathe Koronis!"

Harry made a congratulatory gesture to Gabriel, and the little Veela was indeed selected.

"Finally the Hogwarts champions..."

Albus lazily picked up a piece of cake and turned a page in the book.

"I don't know who this unlucky ghost is," Isabel said gloatingly. "I heard that someone dies every year. I hope this person is Sterling."

Charles hit the nail on the head, "Come on, you just want eternal glory for your crush."

"What?" Isabel's eyes widened, "Has your brain been eaten by the Potter troll—"

McGonagall looked at the note in her hand in disbelief, and she glanced at Harry quickly, "Albus Potter—?"

"Cough—" Albus almost choked on the cake in his throat.

Harry clenched his fists tightly, his lips turned pale, and sure enough.

"Albus Potter!" McGonagall roared.

"Looks like we're about to witness a historic 13-year-old champion!" the Ravenclaws screamed, throwing cream cakes all over the long table in a frenzy.

"What?! I—I didn't put my goddamn name in that goddamn water glass!" Albus yelled, breaking down. "This is ridiculous!"

McGonagall looked at Harry reproachfully, "Why is there always trouble wherever you are, Potter?"

"I've been thinking about this all the time." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose irritably, he really didn't know what to do.

Albus, who was pushed out by his classmates, explained intermittently, "I don't! I'm not interested in this damn competition!"

Harry took a deep breath, and Gabriel turned away from the Great Hall, where he would wait for Albus' explanation in the Warriors' Lounge.

Albus shook off Neville's comforting hand with a dark face, and quickly chased after him regardless of other people's eyes.

"Father!" he called as soon as the door opened, "I never put my name in the Goblet of Fire!"

Arkite and Brady are both here, standing uneasily aside from history repeating itself, trying not to get involved in their feuds.

"I won't hold you to anything, Albus," said Harry wearily. "The Goblet of Fire is invincible."

"Potter!" McGonagall and several professors also pushed open the door and strode in, "Albus is younger than you were then!"

"I, say, I, no, yes! This is really ridiculous! Do you think I was killed in all kinds of weird ways during the game?" Albus raged, and the glass in the room