[SSHP] End of life

When Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, he was not surprised to receive a warm welcome.He slipped in from the portrait, and the sudden noise in his ears nearly knocked him over.Then, all he knew was that he was dragged into the common room by a dozen or so hands, facing the entire Gryffindor House class.They were all screaming and cheering and whistling.

"You should have told us you signed up!" Fred yelled.He looked half exasperated, half agitated.

"How did you get by without growing a beard?" George shouted.

Angelina rushed in front of him like a whirlwind: "Oh, even if it can't be me, at least it's a member of Gryffindor—"

"You can avenge Digory for the last Quidditch match, Harry!" shrieked Katie Bell, who was also a Gryffindor Chaser.

"We've got something to eat, Harry, come and have some—"

Then there were more than a dozen hands, and everyone who could touch him worked together to pull him to the front of the table.

Harry knew that no one would really listen to him say he wasn't hungry, any more than anyone would really believe that he hadn't put his name in the goblet.No one noticed that he didn't want to celebrate it at all, and no one realized the danger itself or behind it.He was the only one in the world who knew that Voldemort had really returned.

He wanted to plan his future actions, but they would never let him go until they said enough.He sat on the chair and kept silent, letting everyone chirp and vent their excess emotions.But they seem to drink too much pick-me-up, never ending.They didn't care if he didn't talk.They just want to talk, to express their dissatisfaction, their happiness, their expectations of him, and they don't even ask for his response at all.

There were only two things that could comfort him: first, that Snape had agreed to teach him.Second, Ron was in the common room, not so angry that he didn't even want to hear his explanation.

After about an hour, the excitement of the students finally subsided a little.Harry lifted his head from his chair and looked around the crowd calmly.

"Stop cheering. I'm not going to compete for that championship," he said. "I'm only in the fourth grade, and I haven't learned enough. I've made a deal with the professors that if there's any danger, I'll abstain."

The festive common room suddenly froze into a ball of solid ice.

Harry stood up slowly, and now there was no one to pull him.After a while, Brother Creevey asked softly, "But your name was spit out by the Goblet of Fire."

"I, never, never, put my name in the Goblet of Fire. I didn't ask anyone to vote for me. It was not my intention to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. I am not yet 17 years old and should not have been eligible." " Harry said word by word, "Go and celebrate for Cedric, he is the true hero representing Hogwarts. I'm tired and going to bed."

No one stopped him.Ron and Hermione had left the common room at some point.Everything was expected, and now he could make them give up and let him do his own thing - Harry went upstairs to the dormitory, and he saw Ron sitting on the bed, alone in the dormitory.Harry closed the door and Ron looked up.

"Oh hello," said Ron.

There was no smile on Ron's face, and the meaning of his eyes seemed a bit complicated.He watched Harry throw his schoolbag at the foot of the bed and said, "Congratulations."

"Congratulations?" Harry said, looking at Ron. "Weren't you in the waiting room? I said I didn't want to take part in the bloody game."

"No one else has crossed the age line, not even Fred and George," said Ron, as if he hadn't heard Harry say he didn't want to go, "If it was the Invisibility Cloak, I think you'd tell me ...Because the Invisibility Cloak covers both of us, doesn't it? But you found another way, didn't you?"

"If I could just abstain, I wouldn't be in this competition!" Harry repeated, feeling tired and annoyed, dealing with his classmates took more energy than he imagined, "I didn't put my name in Into that goblet. Someone else must have done it."

Ron raised his eyebrows.

"It's all right, you know, you can tell me the truth," he said, "if you don't want people to know, that's fine, but I don't see why you lie, you didn't get in trouble for it, Isn't it? A thousand Galleon bonus, and you don't have to take the year-end exam..."

"If that's what that talkative portrait told you, I guess she must have said that I don't want a bonus, I just want my life! I've been in detention at Professor Snape's last night, and today I'll spend all day with you two Together! Can you tell me which 17-year-old classmate I know who can help me put the name in?"

Ron's eyebrows were raised so high that they seemed to disappear into his hair.

"Yeah, okay," said Ron, "but you've got enough attention. I think you need to get up early tomorrow for a press photoshoot or something."

"I said that I don't need this kind of attention! I will not accept media interviews either! The mysterious man is back, and people think of me dying all the time. The Triwizard Tournament has countless good opportunities to start. I don't want to give him Chance kills me!" roared Harry, "If you don't hear me, I'll say it again, a hundred times over - if I pass, then I'll pass, and if I judge I can't, I'll abstain immediately! "

"You're a Gryffindor!"

"Gryffindor doesn't mean challenging everything you know you can't do until you play your own life. The Triwizard Tournament is too dangerous. If the mysterious man plans it well, he can kill me at any time, and then fake an accidental death." Harry said angrily.

"Yes, your life is important, and there are half a dozen people trying to murder you every morning," said Ron, glaring at Harry. "Okay, abstain then."

He jerked the drapes over his four-poster bed, leaving Harry at the foot of the bed, looking at his crimson drapes.

"Okay. If I put my name into the Goblet of Fire myself, it would be a lie and a betrayal to you. Now it is obvious that I was cheated hard by someone. Until now I don't know who it is, what is it Purpose. I decided to quit in order to save my life, and you are dissatisfied with my refusal to fight for glory. I thought that if anyone in this world could value me more than anything else, it would be You guys. Now I know."

Then he also changed into pajamas and lay down on the bed.Inside the curtain, the statue walked up and down the book next to his pillow.After the transformation, it seemed to have lost its temper, and the black eyes stared at Harry through the greasy hair. Harry smiled and poked it with the tip of his wand.

******

Harry woke up early on Sunday morning.He dressed and walked down the spiral staircase to the common room below, which was empty.

He came to the auditorium with his schoolbag.At this time, no students had gotten up yet, and a few sporadic people sitting on the long table saw him coming in, and they all cast their eyes on him.He pretended not to see it.The bench was empty, and Snape was never there on a day off unless necessary.He ate quickly, wrapped a large pile of bread with jam in a napkin, and climbed up the eighth floor to the tapestry.

He silently said "I want a room to hide things", and a door appeared on the wall.The long-lost room was still full of dust, and he searched slowly along his memory, past centuries of objects that wizards had tried to hide, and finally found the stone bust with wig and tiara on a cupboard.Seeing the cupboard, he thought again of the potions textbook that belonged to the Half-Blood Prince and himself.He used to hide it in this cupboard, and now it's not here.He had to figure out a way to get it back.

Harry floated the crown off the old man's head and blew the dust off it.The scar on his forehead didn't show much, but he was sure it was the same diadem he had seen in Voldemort's memory.He wrapped an old robe around the diadem and lifted it up by the cloth.When he went out, there was still no one in the corridor on the eighth floor. He walked back and forth by the tapestry three times, silently requesting, and a door with a snake-shaped doorknob appeared on the wall.He commands it to open the door in Parseltongue.

He put the diadem in the chest he requested, and with several locks, set the chest high above a small ledge projecting from the wall, and cast a protective spell around it until it was out of sight when he retreated to the other corner of the room. it.He found that his spell became a bit strange, and sometimes it took three or four repetitions to make it effective-he had obviously done a good job during the year of fleeing.

He spent the whole morning perfecting this room. "You have to ask it for what you really need" - as long as there is a request, it will give it.He thought hard and tried his best to be foolproof.

Harry didn't feel hungry until he felt he couldn't come up with more requests to complete the Room of Requirement.He sat under the box and ate the bread to satisfy his hunger.Even if he is selected as a warrior, he still needs to attend classes. In three weeks, he has to try his best to fill in the loopholes that he has not filled in for seven years.His schedule is too tight.

Time was running out, and there was a lot he knew he didn't know, let alone what he didn't know.He'd never been a jack-of-all-trades, nor a greasy monster who was so good at making potions and learning charms as well.That greasy old bastard seemed to know everything. He thought Hermione was a moving library, but 16-year-old Snape had more knowledge in his head than 17-year-old Hermione.

He asked for "a room suitable for one person to practice spells" and put his schoolbag in the corner.In the center of the room were a few figures, very elastic, he guessed rubber.He walked to the opposite side of the dummy and shouted at it: "Shenfeng Wuying!"

A ray of light shot from the tip of the wand and hit the dummy's ear limply.Harry inspected it closely. The dummy's ear had been cut with a deep slit, but at least a third of it was still connected. "Damn!" he yelled again, and the dummy slid back a few inches.

Harry walked over and kicked the dummy with all his might in the chest, and the dummy slid two-thirds of the way down the floor.

"Okay," Harry muttered bitterly.He finally confirmed the regression of his power.Now his spells are no match for his fists.

The spell needs to be practiced repeatedly to become proficient until it can exert its maximum power at the emergence stage.But it is limited by magic.The most proficient slasher that an 11-year-old's magic could deliver might not even be able to shake an apple in an old man's hand, but Dumbledore's slasher could easily kill.

But as far as he knows, a person's magic power is related to the soul, and the strength of the soul is mostly related to age.As a time traveler in the form of a soul, shouldn't he have a soul?

"Call God to protect!" he said loudly, waving his wand.

The advanced spell, which should not have been mastered by a 14-year-old student, spewed out of his wand, coalescing into a silver eagle.Harry held out his arm, and it spread its wings around the room, came and landed on his hand.Harry looked at it for a while. "Now you are my only hope," he said.

He tried not to think that he wouldn't live past 20.Then he waved away the patron saint, stood up and walked to the mirror in the corner, hesitated for a moment, and stood back again.

"Expelliarmus!" He cast a spell at the figure in the mirror.His magic power at this time can control this familiar spell.The light bounced off the mirror and shot at him. "Armor protection!" he shouted.The invisible wall around his body was obviously much weaker than before, the light from the except you weapon hit the shield, and at the last moment penetrated the broken shield and hit his chest.He took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.

"Well, at least ex-arms aren't bad," Harry muttered to himself again, picking up the ripped button of his robes and standing up.

The author has something to say: If I say that SS will be released every day, I must be lying... If I need to update three times in a row, I will be very miserable.But if the double update can come out, then double update ~ continuous double update is still no pressure... fighting for SS is very active every day ~

Finished writing the next chapter, waiting for review~ I will double update today, see SS in the afternoon~