[SSHP] End of life

Harry sat motionless, his eyes fixed on a plate of pudding, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of everyone in the Great Hall turning their heads to look at him.He sat in his seat and pretended to hear someone with the same name as him.

No applause, of course.A hum began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping.Some students even stood up, in order to get a better view of Harry, Harry continued to sit nonchalantly in his seat, playing with a licorice stick in his hand.

Professor McGonagall stood up abruptly, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Karkaroff, and whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear, Dumbledore listened attentively, and after a while, McGonagall Professor Ge began to add some angry body movements.Snape looked at his hands blankly.Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione, who were staring at him behind them at the long Gryffindor table with their mouths open, as Colin Creevey was pressing him frantically with trembling hands. camera.He still hasn't dropped that thing.

"What are you looking at me for? That's not me. I didn't put my name in." Harry said calmly, "I did labor service at Professor Snape's last night, and I got up late this morning... I've been in the library with Hermione all day and never got near that mug."

They were still dazed and excited, looking at him blankly.

At the guest of honor, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he shouted again. "Harry! Please come here!"

Harry looked at all the students in the Great Hall as if they were really looking for another Harry Potter.Then he looked towards the guest table, and Dumbledore met his eyes.

"Go ahead," Hermione urged softly, nudged Harry lightly.

"That's really not me, that cup was wrong." Harry grumbled and stood up, walking down the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables with a blank expression.Hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on him, with all kinds of meanings, and the buzzing discussion became louder and louder.But he perfectly ignores the stares and comments—just to do it all over again.He walked up to Dumbledore, and all the teachers' eyes were fixed on him.Dazed, surprised, but not angry.There was no emotion in Snape's gaze.

"Well... go through that door, Harry," said Dumbledore, without a smile on his face.

Harry walked past the staff desks.Go through the door, out of the auditorium, and into the small room again.In the fireplace opposite him a fire was burning brightly.He felt a little hot and wanted something to eat.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were all gathered around the fire.Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bowed his waist and meditated there, and slightly distanced himself from the other two, looking gloomy and difficult to approach.Harry knew, though, that he was much more genuine in person than he appeared, and a little clumsy.He glanced up at his Krum and smiled.Cedric stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes on the fire.His stance is half confident, half bravado.Fleur Delacour sat on a chair with her legs crossed in a very ladylike and haughty pose.She turned her head and shook her cascading silver hair.

"What's the matter?" she asked, obviously taking him for a student. "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

Harry looked at Fleur, momentarily uncomfortable with her completely unfamiliar gaze on him.He stopped by the door, shook his head, and said vaguely, "The Goblet of Fire just sprayed out my name."

The three straightened up, all staring at him with wide-eyed eyes.There was a sound of hurried footsteps behind, and Ludo Bagman entered the room.He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.

"It's so bizarre!" he whispered, squeezing Harry's arm hard, "absolutely so bizarre! Mr. . Come on - as incredible as it may seem - this is the fourth warrior in the Triwizard Tournament!"

Perhaps Harry's foreshadowing just now worked, and none of the three refuted it on the spot.Krum looked sullen, Cedric looked surprised, and Fleur frowned.

"But it's obviously a mistake," she said haughtily to Bagman after a moment's silence. "He can't play. He's too young."

"Yeah...it's really surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and looked down at Harry with a smile, "but, as you know, the age limit, as an extra safety measure, was only implemented this year, Now that his name is sprayed out of the goblet...I mean, I don't think we're allowed to run away since we've gotten to this point...the rules are very clear and you have to abide by...Harry to do your best His best efforts—"

The door behind them was pushed open again, and Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxime, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout and Professor Snape walked in.Before Professor McGonagall closed the door behind him, Harry heard the humming of several hundred students in the adjoining hall.Cedric glanced at Professor Sprout, and seemed eager to go to her at once.But Krum didn't move, so neither did he.

Harry noticed that the adult wizards who entered the room were Ministry of Magic related personnel, the headmasters of the three schools, and the headmasters of the warriors themselves.But Snape was neither the headmaster nor the headmaster of any warrior.He couldn't help looking at Snape.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the two headmasters were accusing Dumbledore. "If we know that your age line doesn't exclude underage competitors, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, with a icy smile on his face and a chill in his eyes, "we're sure It will also bring in more candidates from our schools."

"Potter can only be blamed for this, Karkaroff," Snape said softly, his black eyes staring at Harry, "don't blame Dumbledore. You can't control him for the school rules of showing off—"

"Thank you, Severus," said Dumbledore firmly, and Snape kept his mouth shut.

This Snape was different from the Snape two years later.He showed malice to Harry but not peace. Harry wanted to get close to him but couldn't.What he was doing now made Harry decide that the possible consequences of the action he most wanted to take were unacceptable.

Dumbledore looked down at Harry, and Harry looked at him, trying to see through the half-moon lens the eyes behind him—whether he knew about his name being thrown into the Goblet of Fire or not.

"Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" Dumbledore asked calmly after a while.

"No," said Harry.He couldn't see Dumbledore's eyes.Snape made an impatient sound of disbelief in the shadows.Harry looked at Snape, suddenly irritated by the sheer malice of Snape towards him.

"So have you asked your older classmates to help you put their names in?" Dumbledore asked.

"No." Harry replied.Snape twisted into a sneer, telling everyone that he thought Harry was lying.

"I was doing labor service at the Potions Office last night!" Harry looked at Snape and said loudly, becoming more and more excited, "I didn't finish the bucket of toads until curfew, and I was deducted points in advance, because but The inevitable night tour that was foreseen! I have been in the library all day today, and Hermione even brought the lunch! Since yesterday’s dinner, I have never stepped into this auditorium! If there are older people who don’t pass by If I agreed to help me throw my name into the Goblet of Fire without permission, then I am afraid he is not for the glory of Hogwarts, but for my life!"

Harry glared at Snape, and Snape glared at Harry.There was even a creepy smile on the corner of his mouth: "Touching accusation, Mr. Potter."

"Let Mr. Crouch make the decision!" McGonagall said angrily. "It is impossible for Harry to cross that line himself, and as Professor Dumbledore believed, Harry did not persuade the senior students Do it for him, and I think everyone else should believe that too!"

She gave Snape a very angry look.Harry gave Snape a final look, too, and looked away.Familiar and unfamiliar people, repeated process - he began to get tired of this farce whose outcome was already doomed.

Crouch cleared his throat.His voice was very blunt: "We must abide by the statute, which clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition of the Triwizard Tournament."

That's right, familiar lines.

"Hey, Barty has memorized the regulations by heart," Bagman said, with a smile on his face, looking back at Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim, as if things had been settled satisfactorily.

"I insisted that my other students re-enroll," Karkaroff said.His voice was no longer smooth, the smile was gone, the expression on his face was horribly ugly, "You must put the Goblet of Fire back, and we're going to keep adding names to it until each school has two warriors. Only fair, Dumbledore."

exactly.The familiar bravado of a coward.

"But Karkaroff, I'm afraid it won't work," Bagman said. "The Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished, and it won't be rekindled until the next Tournament."

"Durmstrang will never participate in the next competition!" Karkaroff was furious. "We had so many meetings, and after so many negotiations and negotiations, I never thought that such a thing would happen again! I I just want to leave now!"

"Then you just give up! Leave! Go back to your water for the sake of the extra person! I said it wasn't me who put my name into the Goblet of Fire! I don't care about bonuses at all, and the money my parents left is considered I don't work It won't last forever!" Harry also jumped up, he was fed up with Karkaroff and Snape staring at him, "Warriors are Hogwarts warriors, even if they win, it's not personal. Honor, this game can't let me be in the limelight! If I have to participate, I can abstain at the beginning of every game, I don't want to die, I will give you fairness!"

All eyes were on Harry.It seemed that it wasn't him who spoke just now, but some larger animal.

"Good upbringing," Snape commented dryly, no doubt referring to the foul language Harry had just said.Harry glared at him resentfully.

Dumbledore coughed, making sure everyone in the room turned to him. "How this situation came to be, we don't know," he said, "but it seems to me that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Cedric and Harry were chosen to play. So they have to... "

"Ah, but Dumbledore—"

"My dear Mrs. Maxim, if you have another solution, I am all ears. But we all know that the Goblet of Fire does not allow the Warriors to abstain at the beginning, at least after a period of time in the game, I think at that time The big picture is set. Pass or die - I don't believe any British wizard would want to put Harry Potter's name in it if they could. Except those."

Dumbledore waited, but Madame Maxime didn't speak, she just stared angrily.Harry looked around. Snape looked more annoyed than he should have been, and Karkaroff stared lividly at Dumbledore.But Bagman seemed very excited.

"Okay, let's continue?" Bagman said, rubbing his hands together, and looking at the people in the room with a smile, "I'm going to teach our warriors, right? Barty, it's up to you Bar?"

Mr. Crouch seemed suddenly to come out of deep thought.

"Okay... guide. Yes... the first project is to test your mettle," he said to Harry, Cedric, Fleur and Krum, "so we're not going to tell you what it is. Facing the unknown is an important quality of a wizard...very important...it will be done on November 11th, in front of other students and a jury.Warriors must not ask or accept advice from their teachers when completing a competition project Any help. Warriors face the first round of challenges with the only weapon in their hands is their wand. They will not learn about the second event until after the first event. Due to the high demands of the competition, the continued It's been a long time, and the warriors don't take the exams for the school year...do you still have questions now?"

"Yes," Harry said aloud, and if he didn't take advantage of the opportunity to get something more, he would have lived for nothing. "If forced to enter this competition, I probably wouldn't last long enough to abstain. I haven't finished my fourth year yet." , many spells will not. You must not ask or accept any help from the teacher when completing the competition project, so what about the preparation stage?"

"Of course, kid. You're still a student," Bagman said, with a look of curiosity on his face. "So what spell do you want to learn? Twenty days isn't long, and you don't have many choices."

Professor McGonagall coughed.

Bagman seemed to have just realized that his question was a bit out of place.He smiled awkwardly: "Of course, Harry, it's okay if you don't want to."

"I want to learn healing spells," said Harry, blushing uncontrollably, trying to hide his true intentions by lying.He lowered his head and clasped his hands together: "For the sake of fairness, I will wait for abstention at the competition venue. But too many people died in the Triwizard Tournament..."

"But you're an elected warrior," Bagman said disapprovingly, turning to the principals. "He's still a boy."

Harry wasn't sure if Bagman's words meant that the Headmasters were being too hard on him, or if he was simply asking Mr. Crouch to heed his wishes and ask him to quit.But looking at Bagman's previous excited performance, he is more inclined to be the former.He still bowed his head and did not speak.

"Okay. A student who has just entered the fourth grade—even though he is the famous Harry Potter. I believe he will not bring us any changes in rankings. After all, our Viktor..." Ka Karlov muttered in a low voice, making his attitude clear.Madam Maxim didn't say anything more, and the headmasters of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang left with their warriors.As expected, they were less hostile towards Harry, and less sympathetic to him because of his weakness.Professor Sprout smiled at Harry before leaving, and Cedric nodded simply, obviously still distrusting Harry's words: he didn't find a way to throw his name into the Goblet of Fire.

"Mr. Potter, you're not fifteen years old, and there's nothing to blush about being scared," said Professor McGonagall.She patted Harry on the shoulder reassuringly.

"When it comes to healing spells, Professor Snape happens to be doing a good job. Alastor is an Auror..." Dumbledore nodded and smiled at Moody who walked in, "I think he is better at how to do it in the way of a dark wizard." Think about it." He turned to Harry, "Harry, do you have a problem?"

"No." Harry said hesitantly.He glanced at Snape.

"Madame Pomfrey is better at healing than I am. It would be a mistake to expect me to teach Potter anything." Snape said coldly, "Three years have proved that Mr. Potter can't learn anything from me, I'm afraid I can't teach a liar well." He shot Harry a look of disgust.

"Poppy's got more to do. The new third graders are getting zits too..."

Snape frowned in disgust. "Stop your nonsense, Dumbledore. I can't resist, can I?"

The half-playfulness in Dumbledore's blue eyes gradually turned into full seriousness.He nodded.

"Whoever throws Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire, we all need to prepare for the worst. Severus, please."

Snape fixed his eyes on the edge of the fireplace and nodded silently. "Then from tomorrow, you will come to my office every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday after dinner, because you ruined Mr. Malfoy's potion. I believe you will not publicize the real situation?"

"I won't. Thank you, Professor." Harry replied, happy to wash away the anger just now, and he decided to forgive the bastard three years ago-anyway, he was used to his sneer, "No May I add Sunday?"

Snape finally turned his gaze to him.He raised an eyebrow menacingly.

"Okay, okay, Severus." Dumbledore clapped his hands and smiled, "You often complain to me about students who don't like to study, and now Harry has what you want. Let go of your prejudice against him, and you will find him Actually a quick learner."

"I hope so," Snape said reluctantly.He said yes.Harry smiled at him gratefully, and he looked away in disgust.

Harry lowered his head, hiding the flush of excitement on his face.Now he didn't think being forced to participate in the Triwizard Tournament was a downright bad thing.It never occurred to him that Snape would actually agree to teach him healing spells, even though that was his intention.He still has 24 days, three weeks, four times a week—this is good, he can have more time to show him his ability to learn spells, and he will no longer look down on him.Snape was still an unreasonable bastard two years later, but he clearly tolerated him more.Harry missed that Snape, and he wouldn't mind ripening Snape sooner, faster, if he had the chance.

The author has something to say: By the way, the person who entered that room arranged for you, didn't you find it strange when you read the original work?Mag is the vice-principal. If there is a problem in his own school, he can go in with the principal. The question is what is the identity of the SS and what is the purpose of following in.

What happens to Goblet of Fire shots?Laugh, or shoot the name in with a rubber band or something?