HP Hermione's Phoenix

Dumbledore waved his hand, and the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed.

Even several large screens were dimmed, only many shiny silverware reflected the dim light—all of them held their breath, staring at the Goblet of Fire in the center of the hall.

On Halloween night, at this moment, the Goblet of Fire is about to be revealed——

Suddenly, the faint blue and white flames suddenly turned dark red, and a piece of pink heart-shaped origami was spit out——

"Beauxbatons put it in," Ron whispered quickly.

"Fleur Delacour, Beauxbatons Champion." Dumbledore said in a deep, forceful and clear voice.

The arena suddenly lit up for a moment.As if all the light sources were on the girl named Fleur, who was of Veela blood, she stood up enthusiastically, and hugged Mrs. Maxim beside her, with silver hair fluttering, full of confidence and charm, walked past red carpet.

"I guess it's her too..." said Ron in a daze.

Hermione glanced quietly at Lady Margaret in the staff chair.The head of the Veela was not surprised at all, showing an elegant smile that was under control.

The fire changed color again, this time everyone held back and didn't speak until a big origami bear took the initiative to run to Dumbledore's hands——

"Viktor Krum, Durmstrang Warrior."

"Wow!!!!——" Whether it was Durmstrang, Hogwarts, or Beauxbatons, everyone cheered as a matter of course.There is no less unexpected result than that, the probable injuries in the professional leagues are no weaker than those in the Triwizard Tournament, and if the most talented young player in Europe in 50 years can't be a warrior, who can?

Krum still had dark circles under his eyes, and walked forward with a paralyzed face.He gave Hermione a slight nod as he stood up.

Gellert rested his chin thoughtfully on the faculty seat in the distance, watching all this.

It's finally time for the Hogwarts home roster to be revealed.The last warrior—everyone is more nervous than before—he will represent Hogwarts and Britain—even Minister Crouch on the faculty seat is a little uneasy...

A paper crane made of napkins flew out slowly.

"Hermione Granger, Hogwarts Champion." Dumbledore read without any ups and downs in his voice.

--boom!

——The cheers at this moment continued to set the entire auditorium up!All the students stood up, and countless terminals pointed at Hermione, snapping, clicking, clicking, clicking...

"I knew it was you!!!" Neville was the first to say with tears in his eyes.

"It's too suspenseful!" Ron laughed.

"Come on!" Harry looked at her excitedly and clapped desperately.

"Great!!!" Parvati and Lavender, two little roommates, ran over to hug her.

"Smile this way, Hermione, please!" Classmate Colin brought his newborn brother Dennis, and the two quickly took out a super-professional modified camera, and shot wildly at Hermione——

"It's really too suspenseful, who else but you?" Fred looked at her and let out a loud laugh, and even took out the joke trumpet from Zuko's joke shop and blew it loudly——

Including Slytherin also gave a standing ovation.Many people looked at Draco, secretly jealous of the partnership between the Malfoy family and Hermione.Many people looked at Tom even more, secretly envious that he could try the latest terminal...

But suddenly Tom felt dark in his heart.Because Hermione didn't look particularly happy.

She just pursed the corners of her lips lightly, as if she knew it should be so, and stepped on the long red carpet, walking towards the end of the warrior's road...

With a "squeak", the small door opened.

Furong looked relieved, and then looked at her: "So, they're done with the selection, right? When can we go out?"

Krum looked at her clearly: "I knew it must be you?"

"Really?" Hermione said quietly.

"We're competitors from now on," Krum laughed. "I won't show mercy—but we're still friends, and we've already been friends, haven't we?"

Hermione didn't have time to speak, and at this moment, Harry came in from behind the door in surprise——

"What's going on? Did they have a little boy call us back?" Fleur asked.

Harry's face was flushed, he was very anxious, and he faltered: "Hermione - I don't know ... but they said that I ... I didn't put my name in!"

Furong and Krum were stunned for a moment...

Hermione sighed deeply.

--You do not know……

——But I know, this is destined...

She squeezed Harry's palm silently.

"Don't worry." She comforted softly.

……

Halloween, midnight.

It is almost November in Scotland, the night wind is always colder, mixed with the moisture of the hills - in the ancient castle, there is a feeling of wind and rain, as if it is a scene in "Wuthering Heights", crazy , neurotic, love and hate are beyond words...

Hermione crossed her arms, raised her eyebrows and looked at the blond old devil standing in the hall, and then at Dumbledore who was silent and almost power-off on the other side.

——What's the situation?

——Why did this couple call me here in the middle of the night?Is it a fight?Do I look like a neighborhood committee?

Hermione was full of doubts, her expression sometimes ←_←, sometimes →_→, and finally coughed: "I'm sorry, such a beautiful day, such a beautiful day, such a beautiful night with a full moon, is the so-called Amoment of spring-nightworthhousandGallons, Nevergiveupyoushouldknowit You have to do things in your own way)——why are you two standing here desolately?"

Her tone was very teasing, Dumbledore turned his head, and glanced at her wordlessly with a power-off expression.

Gellert was delighted to hear it, and couldn't help laughing, and then said, "I'm looking for you to witness something."

"Oh?"

Gellert smiled without saying a word, took out a piece of paper, wrote a line, and showed it to her——

HarryPotter

The blond devil's handwriting was just like this person's, very domineering and slightly scribbled—but Hermione frowned when she saw it: "Huh?!"

Gellert crumpled the ball of paper and tossed it soundlessly into the Goblet of Fire.

The Goblet of Fire suddenly changed color, dimmed for a second and then lit up again.

Hermione squinted at them and said sharply, "What do you mean? — what has been done to the Goblet of Fire?"

Gellert looked at her happily and nodded: "Yes, as expected of you, you can see it at a glance... This is a very strong confusion magic, issued by Albus himself, to ensure that there are four participants in the Goblet of Fire. The school's cognition, and my magic, ensured that Harry was the only warrior that the fourth school put in..."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed behind the lens, and he said coldly: "Please pay attention to your words, Mr. Grindelwald-I don't intend to cooperate with you!"

Gellert said with a playful smile, "Whatever you say, Albus. I just like the way you say you don't want it but you really want it..."

Hermione felt goosebumps all over her body, and she quickly interrupted them: "So? Why did you suddenly ask Harry to participate? If this is the case, reduce the age line by one year and let him pass directly—"

But Dumbledore looked at her deeply, and she suddenly understood.

"You have defaulted on me, Headmaster," she said word for word. "You have defaulted on me, as you have done for the past few years, to protect and train the Savior—this is a Savior training program, isn't it?"

Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, his voice was a little hoarse: "It can be said so."

"Oh, that doesn't matter." Hermione glanced at Gellert, and asked sarcastically, "It's just that I plan to ask you again, are you still planning, are you still willing to die?"

"My resolve will never change, Hermione," said Dumbledore stubbornly.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

She crossed her arms and said sarcastically, "Your determination is really the pinnacle of all determinations in Britain. It's just like looking up at the stars and being the pinnacle of British cuisine."

She felt that this was really the strongest tongue she had ever spoken.However, it is probably because the Britons really like the dish of looking up at the starry sky... Anyway, Dumbledore didn't understand.

Gellert didn't understand much, but he still smiled deeply, shook his head, and said, "Not only that, Hermione...you know, Albus is always duplicity...Harry's selection is not just for training, but for training." For Voldemort's resurrection."

With a flash of thought, Hermione understood: "What did you find at the World Cup?"

"I found a lot of interesting things..." He couldn't help laughing, "Voldemort is really a picky guy, even the resurrection is so picky... There are obviously many easier ways... Of course, being picky, this fits My idea, you know..."

Dumbledore glared at him.

"—This is to ensure the fulfillment of that prophecy." Gellert concluded, "In short, Harry must donate his blood to complete his resurrection ceremony, and then the savior will be reborn, and black and white are completely opposed... Anyway, Ah Don't think, we did cooperate, I trained your golden boy..."

Hermione couldn't take it anymore, she raised her eyebrows: "That's all, right? So Harry will become a warrior tomorrow, and I will continue to take care of him in the follow-up matches, is that so?"

"Bingo!" Gellert snapped his fingers.

"But have you ever wondered what Harry will think tomorrow when his name is sprayed out as the extra?" She looked at them quietly.

"What would your savior think?" Gellert looked at Dumbledore with interest.

"This is what he has to go through," the auburn-haired man whispered.

"You know Harry." Hermione said without hesitation, "He is such a Leo who is partial to Cancer, sensitive, careful, able to understand other people's emotions, has self-confidence and a kingly heart from the bottom of his heart, and can hold integrity His friends are united by his side. Yet he is so traditional, family-loving, insecure, and what he longs for most is a peaceful and peaceful life with his family. Like many people, he has worldly success and ordinary happiness. , into the universal society, instead of always being regarded as out of place, always regarded as a star - negatively speaking, a monster - based on this stable foundation, occasionally fantasizing about being a hero. What he desires is obviously All this, he was not a natural savior, but you pushed him step by step to that lonely road."

Gellert looked at Dumbledore, watched him say nothing, but finally unconsciously pursed his lips...

"Yes, the road to kingship must be lonely." Hermione glanced at him, and continued to speak clearly: "But why did you do this? Why did you have to make Harry like this? Neville, as the backup of the savior , you are not guided like this... because, Harry is actually your ideal personality."

Dumbledore lowered his voice suddenly: "Stop talking."

"Although you are Harry's mentor and the prophet who is going to be buried in the prophecy, you have set such a role for yourself-yet you yearn for Harry. Rather than yearning for Harry, it is better to say that you will eventually succeed in cultivating Harry is your ideal. An ordinary wizard like that, a man of flesh and blood, who is full of friends but lonely inside, who is like mortals but transcends mortals, who is not really powerful, his greatness comes from love— - This is the core of all your ideas, because you were sad about it - so you spent your life saving your love - when Harry finally took all the love and defeated the devil, your ideas got Finally, the love you once had was saved. At that time, your death, other people's sacrifices, Harry's loneliness, everything doesn't matter. What you want is just a sublimated ideal."

Hermione dropped these words and Dumbledore, who was in great grief, and strode away without looking back.

She felt the sound of cloth touching and muscle rubbing behind her—she thought to herself, Old Devil King, I can only help you so far.

Roasted Chicken yawned and got out of her pocket, and said in a jiggle, "Master, your talking skills have improved again! My dreams are full of your talking..."

Hogwarts was also waiting for her around the corner, and the villain had a look of awe on his face: "Does Albus really think that way? He is really lonely..."

"You heard it too, it's just a mouthful, I said it casually."

"...Hey!" Hogwarts looked at her depressedly, "Albus is so poor..."

"Is he pitiful? Isn't he being hugged and comforted by his first love now, and he is extremely blessed?"

"...That's what I said..."

"Things can't just look at the process, but the results. For example, parents often say that they are good for their children, and then kill their children's ideals, strictly prevent them from falling in love early, force them to go on blind dates, get married, and even personally arrange for them all kinds of things they don't want to do. Work is hard work, and if children do not fulfill it, they are not filial; however, their studies and work are not satisfactory, and they are more likely to encounter unsatisfactory marriages and despair. In the end, their lives will be gloomy... Parents said, ah, I am doing this for Hello. Poor parents all over the world, I am all for your own good. This sentence makes people cry, but who asked the children? Who asked the children, are you really doing well? ——If the children also live well in the end No, then what is the meaning of what parents call me for your own good?"

Hogwarts looked at her with half understanding: "Which country did this happen?"

"It's just something I feel occasionally, regardless of the source." Hermione walked into the castle wall passage indifferently, "I just said these words to show my way—my way is only about the result, the so-called winner or loser, If the result is not good, then it is not good! In terms of being pitiful, isn’t Harry really pitiful? In fact, he is such a gentle and delicate person in his heart. He may be more like his mother, who tends to protect rather than develop... If he It’s okay to be born an ambitious overlord, the real pity is that no one has asked him, do you really want to be the savior? —— How are you doing?”

After Hermione said these words, she felt her dantian sway, countless thoughts flowed through, and quietly, she saw that a level that she hadn't moved for a long time was quietly broken.

——Spitting out all the stagnant energy, my realm has improved a little.

——The power system in the magic world is really mysterious and very...

She shook her head, the night outside the window was still dark, as if the long-awaited light of this era had not yet arrived.

……

As the memories of last night passed by, Hermione sighed inaudibly.

She said to Harry, "It doesn't matter... I know you didn't put your name in there."

Harry looked at her with watery green eyes.

Behind him, the heads of all parties in the Triwizard Tournament entered the room. Mrs. Maxim questioned Harry's right to participate, but was dismissed by Crouch and Ludo—she didn't give up, and tried to pull Karkaroff speak for her.But the puppet headmaster of Durmstrang just sat in the corner, shrinking his head and saying nothing.

The grown-ups were arguing, which made Harry even more depressed, until Sirius broke in suddenly——

"Harry! I know it's not you!" Sirius said passionately. "There must be someone—someone trying to kill you—"

"Oh, please, who will harm him?" Furong couldn't help it, "It's such a great honor to participate in the Triwizard Tournament—"

"But he might die because of it!" Sirius hugged Harry tightly, looking at her fiercely.

Probably because he was once a death row prisoner, Sirius' eyes were too cruel.As a delicate little girl, Fu Rong couldn't help but take a step back...

"Don't worry, Sirius, no one here wants to hurt Harry..." Dumbledore said patiently.

"No, headmaster, please do a thorough investigation!" Sirius said fiercely, "I know—who is the person who hates Harry the most in the world and wants him to die?! This must be a conspiracy by that person, and someone must be thinking about it because of this. And the profit—"

Snape wasn't here, he just stared at the former Death Eater Karkaroff in the corner.

Conscience of heaven and earth, Karkaroff was about to cry: I was shot while lying down, okay? !

Thousands of horned snoring beasts roared past Karkaroff's heart. He stared at the back of the blond old devil angrily.

Gellert coughed lightly, smiled, and kicked the ball directly to Dumbledore: "The Goblet of Fire will not be rekindled until the eve of the next Triwizard Tournament, because we absolutely believe that our warriors will eventually Winning, I believe that some small episodes will not change this fact—" He said without changing his expression, "So, we will follow the arrangements of the organizers."

Krum was taken aback when he heard the words. Seeing the director support himself like this, he suddenly felt that his chest was full of strength and shoulders of responsibility, and the small universe immediately ignited...

Dumbledore said softly: "That's it, unfortunately, this is the stipulation of the magic contract. Warriors can only leave after the game is over. We have no choice but to accept this choice..."

"Principal! Harry will be in danger! He's only 14 years old!" Sirius was so anxious that he almost turned into a dog.

"Beauxbatons will never participate in the next Triwizard Tournament!" Madame Maxim was so angry that she made a giant voice...

Harry stood behind his godfather with tears in his eyes, his hands were tightly held by him, his heart was extremely warm, and he felt that his whole body was filled with happiness...

"Don't worry, Sirius, nothing will happen to Harry with me. We can discuss the next session's issues in the next session—" Dumbledore's glasses flashed, Sirius and Maxim The lady finally shut up dejectedly.

"Then I will announce the first project." Crouch glanced at them, and said heavily: "On November 11th, you—the four warriors, will face the first round of challenges. Content, confidentiality. Form , confidential. Difficulty, confidential. No help is to be obtained from the teacher. Please keep your wands safe and ready for anything."

The author has something to say: Let me talk about the English in the text, this kind of ambiguous semantics is the reason why I want to use English

Amoment of spring-nightworthhousandGallons, Nevergiveupyoushouldknowit

Hermione actually translated it like this on purpose, to express a subtle feeling

For example, the actual official translation of Chunxiao Moment is worth a thousand gold is Amomentary pleasure of floversis worth what housing and pieces of gold, rather than the literal translation in the sentence

Because the headmaster of Amomentarypleasureoflovers will definitely blush and can’t stand it. It’s better to translate it directly into springnight. They don’t understand a little bit but they know what it means, so it plays a joke role.

And the thousand gold that is worth a thousand gold has also been translated into a thousand Gallons, a thousand gold Galleons, which fits the reality of the magic world -v-

The latter sentence is a tribute translation, never give up, never give up, it is a sentence that Churchill said, the background of this sentence fits the war between Britain and Germany, in fact, it is the history of Gedeng and Deng

Knowing that this matter must be practiced, it only means justdo, but Hermione stretched it out and used this sentence, really hoping that the headmaster will not give up the love in his heart, don't give up life, and even like Churchill's spirit, don't give up revenge on the Germans ——Selling my love, forcing me to leave, and finally knowing the truth, I tried my best to come back ╮(╯▽╰)╭

And Harry, he's really a soft kid at heart, actually tends to be more mortal than Superman.

However, I think this is the reason why HP's book is popular all over the world. His heart is the same as many people. He is not a natural overlord. He has the power that everyone has. It is fate that makes him special. ...

But this is also the difference between Eastern and Western classics.Oriental works tended more to describe superhuman stories than mortal stories.

I love Superman stories myself.At least in this story, Hermione, Tom, and the old devil all tend to be "reverse", and they are unwilling to be ordinary in their hearts, and are willing to bear that kind of loneliness.

Harry finally witnessed a series of sacrifices by the godfather, professor, principal and others in the original work, and he also went to bear his own loneliness and save the world completely... But, it is unbearable!He is a gentle child, I really want people to protect his smile all the time...

So in the original work, the kind of people who left Yuqing to die, fortunately their mother had accumulated bad skills, looked forward to the high mountains and far away hometowns, and left relatives and friends behind. ... There will never be such a sadistic plot! ~(≧▽≦)/~