[hp] stay out of it

On the evening of February 23, I was studying in Ravenclaw's study room.There were several knocks on the wooden door and no one came in, which usually meant that a bunch of first years (who had no experience with Ravenclaw's bronze eagles) all failed to answer the questions thrown at them.Pu Lan, the third-grade boy closest to the door, got up kindly and prepared to help them open the door. When Pu Lan walked to the door, the door was knocked again. He opened the door with a smile. We in the lounge just heard the question asked by the copper eagle. : "Why Faith Contradicts Reason?"

Sure enough, there were several junior students outside the door. They rushed in one after another, and one of them thanked Pulan with relief: "Thank God. We can't answer any of them."

Poulein said to the door panel: "My reason is faith."

"That's a satisfactory answer." The bronze eagle outside said, and then the door closed automatically.

The few students who didn't leave were a little dumbfounded: "Can it be falsified?"

The senior students in the lounge all laughed kindly.One of the tall Asian girls said: "It won't take long for you to find that it can let you in basically whatever you answer."

The boy sitting across from her whistled and said, "What do you mean 'any answer can enter'? You're exaggerating again, Fiona."

Fiona was not angry, but smirked and said: "Lina stole wine from the kitchen in the middle of the night before yesterday and was drunk. She came back alone. The question that Lavin Eagle (L-eagle, homonym with law) gave her was' What's the greatest wisdom in life', Lina was right when she got drunk—"

"I guess her answer was 'I don't know'?" Pooh asked with interest.

Fiona smugly denied: "This answer is quite satisfactory-the greatest wisdom is to admit ignorance-and it can also open the door, but it's not as wonderful. Lina said that she had a vague feeling that she was definitely going to sleep outside, so Just ignore it and said fiercely: 'Go away, you damn copper head'."

Everyone roared with laughter, and the boy opposite Fiona yelled in disbelief: "This also lets her in?"

"Lavenhawk said: 'That's right, that's how it is. Even in a desperate situation, you have to be full of fighting spirit. This is life'." Fiona motioned for everyone to be quiet, and she finished the sentence with a smile, and then fell down on the hanging chair with a smile inside.

I heard a second year sitting near me say loudly to his peers, "Thanks Merlin, we're in Ravenclaw!"

The other one also yelled (so that his companions could hear himself amidst everyone's laughter): "Yes, I heard that the other three academies have to match the password to enter the gate. How boring these seven years are!"

The few new freshmen who came in enviously listened to the seniors handling the Lavenhawk with ease, and one of them, while distracted by the seniors bragging, walked over to me and said absently: "The vice principal asked you to go to her office one trip."

I focused all my attention on the stories told by my seniors about the fight with Ravenhawk, and I didn’t ask him anything. I greeted Dan Qi and Benelli, and got up and left the lounge.

I walked all the way to Professor McGonagall's office and knocked on the door. I thought it was a bit funny when I remembered that I fainted inside when I came here last time, and I was probably carried out in a hurry.But after Professor McGonagall opened the door, I saw Hermione, Ron, and Cho standing inside who were a little puzzled, and the kind headmaster was inside, so I couldn't laugh at all.

The second project should start tomorrow. These three are obviously the three hostages of the Tournament, corresponding to the three warriors who value them: Krum, Harry and Cedric...

I took half a step back, and resolutely refused: "Thanks, Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore, I don't want to be carried out of this office this time."

The serious Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, but Dumbledore said with a smile: "This is negotiable, we let you float out; and last time you were not carried out, it was Sirius I carried you back to the school infirmary—however, if we want to discuss how to leave this office, why not come in first? I hope we can close the door, so that it will be convenient for us to keep confidential. "

I reluctantly went in and closed the office door.

The other three students were a little disturbed when they heard the secrecy work, but Hermione's eyes lit up and said, "Sorry, professor, can I ask... Does the secrecy work you mentioned have anything to do with tomorrow's competition?"

Professor Dumbledore gave Hermione an encouraging look: "Miss Granger, I have to say, I don't think it's wise for anyone who holds a secret to speak in front of you. You're always so perceptive."

Hermione didn't respond because she was a little shy, but Ron smiled proudly first.

Professor Dumbledore looked at us happily, assured us that our lives were absolutely not in danger, and then consulted four people - mainly me.

"I'm honored to be a part of it. Sounds like the second project is going to scare the warriors a bit?" said Hermione.

Ron nodded and murmured pessimistically to Hermione, "I hope Harry doesn't take the lyrics too seriously."

Qiu Ze pursed his lips and smiled, seeming to agree.

I folded my arms and waited for them to finish, before I asked the principal, "The candidates that these three warriors value seem to be very suitable—but I don't understand, why me? The one who was called here should obviously be Elaine."

"Miss Le Goff is indeed very close to Mr. Boyle," Professor McGonagall said forcefully, "but the person Mr. Boyle values ​​is obviously not her, at least not the most important."

"But so what? 'We've taken your darling. You've only got one hour...' darling—just a line in a golden egg, no need to take it so seriously," I said. Seeing Professor McGonagall's expression, he quickly added, "I think."

"Don't take it for granted, Mr. White, and consider how hostages interfere with the warriors—that's what the game is for. If Mr. Boyle's hostage is Miss Legoff, it will be unfair to the other warriors. "

I want to say that as long as you are close enough, it doesn't matter who you are.Professor Dumbledore understood the look in my eyes. He waved his hand and said, "Is it 'the most'? The difference cannot be ignored. Let's use an analogy..." Professor Dumbledore thought for a while, and then said: "Like, if you threatened to eat all my multi-flavored beans, I might get nervous, but it wouldn't affect my train of thought too much; but if you threatened not to save me some lemon ice cream, I might You'll be so flustered that you can't think..."

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat, and interrupted him somewhat harshly: "I hope you won't be overwhelmed by a few Muggle sweets, Professor. Please don't go too far as a metaphor for the students."

The headmaster wisely stopped the subject of ice-cream, concluding: "Ah, anyway, that's why we don't choose Miss Legoff. We want to make sure that the hostages of the four warriors will interfere with their judgment to the same extent. .”

I want to say that I don't really care if the game is fair or not, but Professor McGonagall's eyes stare back at what I was about to say.

"Don't be too capricious, White," Professor McGonagall was clearly about to run out of her patience, "This is a joint competition between the three schools. Please cooperate."

I subconsciously scanned the door and window exits, and under the watchful eyes of the stern Professor McGonagall and the kind Professor Dumbledore, I suddenly remembered the little Crouch who was also blocked by everyone in this office four months ago—maybe He also had this feeling of becoming a trapped animal waiting to be slaughtered.

"Okay. I give in." I smacked my lips. "I don't know I won't look stupid, but I know we're going to be the talk of the merfolk at the bottom of the lake for quite a while."

Professor Dumbledore reassured us that we would wake up as soon as we surfaced, and that it was absolutely safe, and then he himself read the absolutely safe hypnotic spell.

So this time I couldn't leave Professor McGonagall's office sober again.I think.

……

When I opened my eyes again, it felt like only a moment had passed.Fresh air and cold lake water poured into my mouth in large quantities, and I spit out the fishy-smelling water in my mouth. The wind blowing on my wet head felt extremely cold.

The students in the stands made a lot of noise, pushing and shoving to their feet, and the sound wave hit me crazily, which gave me a headache.I swung my arms and looked back. On the right was Bruce, who had been carefully scrutinized for a long time. He looked a bit at a loss, not at all what he should look like after successfully clearing the level.

There were two more splashes of water in front of me, and Harry and Ron's heads popped out at the same time. Ron only gestured to me with his eyes, and then quickly turned back to ask Harry's ranking.

I looked towards the shore, and quickly found Krum and Cedric, who were covered in thick blankets. Hermione and Cho were also beside them, also wrapped in a thick blanket, unable to move at all—I didn't expect that it was obviously not Bruce, who gave up his character, allowed himself to get No.3. Obviously, Ron couldn't accept the result that Harry was the last one to surface.

"You wasted so long, it has nothing to do with the obviously deceptive lyrics?" Ron asked suspiciously.

We went ashore in the midst of an ugly mermaid song, were separately attacked with heavy blankets, and then given potions that literally made our ears smoke.Before I had time to talk to Dan Qi and the others, I was grabbed by Sirius: "Is there something wrong with it? Is it okay?"

He grabbed Harry with the other hand and told him clearly not to care about the ranking, as long as the person didn't matter.

Sirius made sure that Harry and I were okay, and while I answered him seriously "no problem" and "not cold", I rolled my eyes, distractedly observed the people around me, and landed on Bruce next to me.Although the professors affirmed that if they were to choose the guy who fits Bruce's "most important" position, it must be me, but the way he didn't even look at him made me doubt the correctness of the assertion made by the professors.

I glanced past the anxious and flustered Elaine and the absent-minded Bruce, just in time to see Dan Qi gentlemanly pushing away all the people in all directions for Fleur (including warriors and hostages, relatives and friends with worried faces, and a group of people who might squeeze into her) spectators who have nothing to do with it), and Fleur tiptoes to kiss him.

Benelli stood alone on one side, shoved by people desperately trying to push forward. At this moment, Percy grabbed Ron and refused to let go. Madam Pomfrey wanted to gather Ron with the others and grab him back Percy's little brother, Percy's hand loosened, and he swung it backwards, hitting Benelli's head as a result.On one side are Danqi and Furong who are in love with each other. In contrast, Benelli makes people feel even more desolate.

Benelli rubbed his head, and turned his head to meet my uncontrollable gaze. He gave me a threatening look, with a "dare you laugh?" expression on his face.

So I laughed out loud.

Then I saw the beetle on Hermione's head. Krum was graciously helping her take it off, and I looked away lazily, ignoring the Skeeter.

It only took a dozen seconds to scan around, and I came back to my senses, Sirius was cryptically asking if we had noticed any traces of the Death Eaters and the like.

"We ruined his well-planned comeback. Now they're definitely going to be on the verge of jumping over the wall."

"I would expect him to be more rational, and just find some enemy to draw some blood to complete his resurrection. Don't bother me all the time." Harry said listlessly, obviously being obsessed by Voldemort. I got bored with the strong spirit of "Where to get up".

After the score was announced, those who supported Harry were overjoyed.The judges judged that Harry's actions showed high morals ("I knew it! Harry, I knew it!" If it weren't for the blanket restraint, Hermione was so excited that she almost jumped up, she didn't care about it at all. Krum, but yelled at Harry: "Professor McGonagall explained the meaning of hostages in the office, and I knew they were not only awarded points based on the length of time. Harry, morality!") , gave him only two points less than Cedric, and from Bagman's dissatisfied expression, if it wasn't for Karkarov's low score, Harry would probably be the No.1 of another item .

I just got my wand from Sirius, and now I managed to get out of the blanket when Madam Pomfrey wasn't looking, and I was about to slip away amidst the cheers that were applauding Harry just now Sirius turned his head in an instant and asked me where I was going.

"It's too noisy. I want to be quiet and quiet." I said truthfully.

Sirius grunted, "Who are you like?" and waved me off, even helping Pomfrey get her attention when he almost spotted me.

After struggling for a long time, I finally broke away from the crowd, moved my stiff joints, and stepped aside to chant a spell on my still wet boots.

Then I caught a look.I subconsciously raised my head and looked back in the direction where someone was looking at me. There was only one person standing alone at the height of the stand, because everyone else left their seats excitedly and squeezed to the lower part of the stand and the ground.

Malfoy had already turned his gaze away, with a bit of doubt and worry on his face, probably someone or several people who were watching the crowd by the lake.

It was impossible to pick the guy he was eyeing out of the crowd.I shrugged, I was too lazy to find out who Malfoy was looking at for the time being, and after drying my boots, I left the lake first and strolled back to Hogwarts Castle.