[hp] stay out of it

Bruce took off his perfect disguise and sat there a little slumped.

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, I thought for a while, and with a wave of my wand, I summoned the wine and two goblets hidden under the bed in my dormitory—not the best bottle, of course—alcohol helps Confess, anyway, I want to guard him, so that he has no time to sign up, until the time to reveal the champions of the Tournament, I am idle now.

Bruce took the glass, looked at me, and seemed to want to say something about how familiar I am with drinking now, or teach me to correct it, but in the end he said something else.

"Do you still remember that day five years ago? The first time I saw you and mother." He took a sip, the breeze from the top of the tower blew, his hair slid slightly, and the morning sun reflected softly on his body, making people feel warm ,Safety.Some birdsong could be heard from far away in the woods outside, which became the vague background music.

"The whole family is very kind to me, but they don't treat me as family at all. I always thought that my father's current wife is my biological mother..." His expression changed from bitterness to nostalgia.

"The first time I saw Helen, I knew she was the closest person to me. I remembered her smile from infancy to now, but I only saw it twice. I thought: when I was just born, and when I was five That time years ago.

"I was desperately trying to find things about her, information about her, even a few words about her, and I don't think there is a more comprehensive record about my mother than Boyle-after all, she did such a thing When things came out, they hated him and were afraid of her, and there was a whole shelf of books devoted to her.

"She was brave, unyielding, good at fighting ... she had all the qualities that I wish I had but didn't have.

"I'm glad I have such a biological mother." He looked up at the sky, and happened to catch a group of big white pigeons passing by. After a while, a few pieces of fallen feathers floated down at a very slow speed, and a piece of flying down fell towards Bruce's cup. Go, he watched the white floc fly to the edge of the cup without moving. At this time, a ray of warm wind happened to pass by, and the white feather swirled away.

"I have always been jealous of you... You have everything I want, her gaze, her care, her education, and you have inherited her gaze—a gaze that despises everything."

"However, I found that I couldn't hate you... I thought I would kill you, because you took all my mother's love, because you and I were two extremes: I was the son of an enemy she hated, forced to You are also the son of a traitor who opposes the rule of pure blood. You must have been born on a romantic and warm night... I thought I would go crazy with jealousy, but at my father's place a month ago, I The second time I saw you, I found that I couldn't hate you, not at all, but the same as the first time, I still only have care, curiosity, and pity for you..."

I squinted my eyes, looked at him intently, and didn't say a word—I was still not used to Europeans' straightforward emotional expressions.

"Vincent," he said earnestly, "we are brothers, Vincent. We both shed Helen's blood... Please, don't you want to have another family relationship? I am your loyal brother! Then we We can be together..."

"Together with what?" I asked.

He drank the last bit of wine, his face was a little gloomy, and he was smiling at the same time: "Let the surname Boyle disappear from the world together!"

"Your last name is Boyle, too," I reminded.

"I'll share my mother's surname," he said with some hope, "since she chose White as her free surname—think about it, Bruce White, sounds good!"

I am noncommittal.

When he talked about his wish, he was a little excited: "If it is possible, the French... no, all pure-blood wizards should not exist! There is no evidence that their magical talents are superior to others-in fact, most of them are geniuses. They are of mixed blood or pure Muggle origin—the purebloods occupy the resources of other wizards and wantonly destroy the friendly relationship between wizards and other magical species, they are the moths of the wizarding world!"

I'm flabbergasted, this guy looks like a vindictive/social maniac/fanatic with enough of Helen's genes (even though she doesn't want to give it at all), but who he wants to get rid of has nothing to do with me, I didn't answer his invitation, Instead, he changed the subject and asked, "Why do you want to participate in the hegemony competition? You stayed well in France..."

"I don't think France is a good place," he interrupted me and said intently, "You are my only relative now, my brother, since I know you are here, of course I have the responsibility to come and take care of you..."

Did Bruce think of the other Boyles as dead...and anyway, he seemed to be here to make trouble.

"Vincent..." He still wanted to say something, I shook my head and said, "Bruce, let's not get involved too much, I beg you. I want to have a peaceful day, you don't know what it means to me How precious."

Bruce was a little jealous: "Yeah, yeah. You grew up traveling with your mother, of course..." He calmed down, then got a little excited and said, "Vincent, I'm sorry, with all due respect, our Mom, mom's friends, and your dad! Look at what the arrogant pure-bloods have done! Come on, advanced and egalitarian wizards need a new regime!"

I suddenly feel that there is a wonderful sense of opposition between the impassioned and indignant speech of a moralist and the radical argument of You-know-who, but there is no mistake in the similarity between the two, that is: violent means to make /revolution// .I sighed, and had nothing to say to him. While he was pouring himself wine, I drew out my wand to stun him, and added a binding spell all over my body. After I was done, I lazily lay on the stone brick.

It's very, very exhausting to have a conversation with a guy who's never had much interaction, especially a guy who radiates endless warmth and kindness to himself, or even a sociopathic activist.Because you can't figure out how you deserve so much sincere affection, and you have to deal with his expectations of reciprocal affection, all of which will make you feel very depressed and irritable.

At least I figured out one thing: he came to defect to me and wanted to build an anti-pure-blood armed /army/government/power/ with me.That's crazy, I mean he can't stay here any longer, when the Order of the Phoenix is ​​still fighting against the pure-blood dictatorship, this guy has already gone the other way - killing the pure-bloods?What a joke!Merlin bless, this kind of big change must not happen, otherwise my life will be lost.

I have to find a way to pack this violent pureblood back to France, and beyond: his crazy and daring qualities are a special weapon against me-combined with the obedient Vincent who is devoted to taking care of his mother. Rather, Bruce and Helen are the real mother and son in the same line.

I took out the formula that can help me avoid bad luck, adjust my future countermeasures, and wait until the sun goes down.

The Halloween dinner is here, and the list of warriors will be announced after the meal.At this time, if Bruce doesn't show up, there will be troubles. I pushed him to wake up and emphasized many times, asking him not to rush forward to report his name in the last few seconds.

"This is the first thing I ask you to do, don't ask me why."

Bruce nodded, shook his robe, and went down with me, toward the auditorium.

Everyone was almost there, Dan Qi and Benelli not only helped me reserve a seat, but also had the foresight to reserve only one seat, so that Bruce could only go elsewhere.The girl with short red hair who seemed to admire Bruce at the other end of the table waved to him, and Bruce walked over.

"Where have you been all day?" she asked worriedly.

"It's nothing, Elaine," I saw him nodding slightly, "don't worry about me."

Seeing that Bruce didn't say anything, I turned around and shook my head at Benelli and Danqi, and said in a low voice, "I figured out what this guy is going to do at Hogwarts. I'll tell you when I get back." Because the atmosphere is too tense now , everyone is discussing which house the Hogwarts warriors will be. It is too inappropriate to discuss Bruce's plan to overthrow the pure-blood line at this time, and it is easy to be heard.

The students finished their meal anxiously, fidgeting and waiting for the answer to be revealed. I confirmed to Bruce that he did not throw the parchment with his name into the cup. The names of Tom, Fleur, Digory and Harry appeared, much more leisurely than other students.

Dumbledore told everyone that after the selection of the warriors, the warriors should go to the next room to receive guidance, and then turned off most of the light sources, only the candles in the jack-o-lantern and the goblet of fire were still glowing faintly, well, now I am also a little nervous Woke up.Looking back at Bruce, he still didn't look like he was going to sign up. I relaxed a little, but found that he shook his head at me, as if he had something to say.

I didn't have time to see the shape of his mouth clearly, and there was an uproar in the auditorium. Everyone moved around to try to get a better look. Bruce was blocked by many figures. I couldn't see him, so I had to follow the trend and look back at the Goblet of Fire.

A piece of parchment rolled out of the cup with flames rolling out. Dumbledore caught it and said loudly, "The champion of Durmstrang—is Viktor Krum."

At Gryffindor College, Ron and Yourong yelled something, and everyone cheered and applauded.After the applause and conversation subsided, the flames turned red again, and the second parchment was spit out.

My heart skipped a beat, seeing the red-haired Elaine looking at Bruce with complacency and admiration, I somehow felt that this girl seemed to be trying to do something bad.

There will be no problem.Bruce's name didn't go into the cup at all.The Goblet of Fire remembers the smell of parchment①, and only accepts one piece of parchment from each person. There is no Bruce's name in the cup, so he can't compare with Fleur.

What the three schools are witnessing, don't make a big deviation!Must develop in the right direction...

lives are at stake...

It always feels pretty bad.

"The warrior of Beauxbatons..."

I stood up slightly, not caring about blocking the sight of the students behind me, waiting for Dumbledore's next words.

"...it's Bruce Boyle!"

The turning point is unprecedentedly huge, and the Warriors have changed!

I slumped back to my chair, feeling the cheers and applause around me were separated from me by a thick barrier, coming from far away.

①There is no original text for this part of the setting, I made it up... I personally think that the Goblet of Fire should have a limit of one person, or it would be bad for people who are not over 17 to ask students who are old enough to vote for seventy or eighty tickets ... right XD