[HP] Five Poisons

Harry had never felt better about life at Hogwarts, because now, his best friend and godfather were by his side.

"I don't know who the Hogwarts warrior is, but Durmstrang's warrior must be Viktorkrum!" Ron said firmly to those around him.

Die-hard Klum fans sitting in a circle around him nodded yes.

Hermione curled her lips at the boys who fell into blind worship with a look of unbearable expression, and nudged Harry beside her with her elbow. "Harry, who do you think our school's warrior will be?"

"Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff." Harry glanced at Hufflepuff's position at the other end of the Great Hall from a distance.The Hufflepuff seventh-year prefect was loud - a boy full of sense, talent, grace and good looks who was popular everywhere.What's more, in the Quidditch match in the third grade, the opponent had saved him.

Hermione also looked across the Great Hall.agreed. "As far as I know, his voice is the highest right now."

"Hey! It's about to start!" Ron pushed the two who were still muttering, and looked at the stage excitedly.

Headmaster Dumbledore stretched out his hands and put them on the Goblet of Fire leaping to the faint blue flame. "Now is the moment that everyone is looking forward to. The names of several warriors will be announced soon."

As soon as the words fell, the blue flame suddenly turned into a gorgeous rose red, and something flew out of it.

Professor Dumbledore raised the note that flew out of the Goblet of Fire in his hand, opened it, and read the name on it.

"The champion of Durmstrang is Viktorkrum."

The students of the three schools immediately cheered for the exciting news that their idol has become a warrior.

Hermione looked at Ron, who was already mad with joy, with disgust, "Does he think he belongs to Durmstrang? I'm afraid others won't hear the same."

Principal Dumbledore on the stage has already begun to announce the name of the second warrior. "The champion of Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour."

There was another burst of applause, but it was much weaker than Krum's before.

"Oh! I'm so nervous! I'm so nervous!" The little fat man dangled anxiously on the bench. "It's Hogwarts soon! Oops! I'm so nervous!"

Phoebe impatiently slapped the little fat man to Chi Mo's side. "It's noisy."

"Hero of Hogwarts - Cedric Diggory."

"Oh oh oh oh--"

Before Digory himself could say anything, the little fat man went crazy, jumped up from the bench, and hopped to the seventh grade to see his male god off.

"Great, all three warriors have been selected, but in the end, only one can be recorded in history. Only one can lift this cup of champions, the cup of victory." Principal Dumbledore threw it away The curtain on the object Batty touched revealed the sacred Triwizard Cup.

The atmosphere at the scene was pushed to a climax because of the appearance of this trophy.

While everyone was cheering, the Goblet of Fire, which had already completed its mission, suddenly ignited a fire. After a beam of flames soared into the sky, another piece of parchment with a burnt smell was delivered to Principal Dumbledore.

This sudden change made the auditorium instantly quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the hands of the old principal.

Headmaster Dumbledore, who was equally astonished by this situation, turned over the note in his hand, "Harry Potter?"

Although it was a whisper, it was clearly heard in the ears of the people around me in the quiet auditorium.

"Harry Potter?!"

The third graders who just finished Care of Fantastic Beasts walked from Hagrid's hut to the castle in small groups.

Chi Mo was playing with the big pig-faced rabbit-eared bat that Hagrid gave him in class, and he was very curious about these magical animals in the magic world. "How did this grow? Is it a hybrid of three animals?"

"Oh—Merlin, please at least wait until you get back to your dormitory before taking it out!" The little fat man who was stimulated by Chi Mo's actions was three steps away from Chi Mo, and another one could be inserted between the two of them. Hunk like Goyle in Slytherin.

While pinching the pig's nose, Chi Mo calmly flashed the venom sprayed from the mouth of the pig-faced rabbit-eared bat. "Isn't that cute?"

Watching the venom fall on the grass, corroding the surrounding grass, leaving only a dark "little swamp", the little fat man suddenly felt parched. "No, not at all."

The little fat man who couldn't reach an agreement on whether the big pig-faced rabbit-eared bat was cute or not moved aside with concern.I hope that I will not be accidentally injured by the four elephants.

Only pay attention to the little fat man who is far away from Chi Mo, and hit the pillar without paying attention.

"Oh!—Damn it!"

The little fat man who fell to the ground touched the big bump on his hand, and gasped in pain.

Chi Mo, who turned around when he heard the movement, was speechless, "Are you a child?"

Holding Chi Mo's hand, the little fat man stood up with his strength, patted the grass clippings on his body, and smacked his lips. "Tsk tsk, Potter is having a hard time."

Chi Mo moved his ears, "Why do you say that?"

The little fat man pouted towards their northeast, "Here, see for yourself."

Following the direction pointed by the little fat man, Chi Mo looked over in puzzlement.

Harry was stopped or pushed all the way out of the aisle.

Along the way, everyone, whether they knew him or not, looked at him with strange eyes, and said that Harry Potter was a cunning liar in a voice that everyone could hear.

He didn't know what was wrong.

Obviously he didn't do anything, but the Goblet of Fire spit out a note with his name on it, making him the inexplicable fourth warrior.

He explained to people more than once that he didn't know about this incident and that he was the victim. However, everyone looked at him with mocking and condemning eyes.

"Hey, how did you do that?" - even Ron didn't believe him.

He didn't do anything, but he took on the reputation of being a liar and a lowly one, and he was about to participate in that bullshit Triwizard Tournament in the Hogwarts Astronomy Tower with a high death rate like Merlin!

This is awesome!Harry thought angrily, what should he say on his tombstone as an epitaph.

"bump--!"

"Oh~ I'm sorry." A senior who I didn't know said apologetically without sincerity. "I didn't expect that I could knock down the Hogwarts warriors."

Harry, who was hit by a stagger and almost fell, raised his head and looked angrily at the boy in front of him. "You did it on purpose!"

The boy's face suddenly became ugly, and he bent down and grabbed Harry by the collar. "So what if I did it on purpose? A guy like you who tricked the Goblet of Fire into becoming a warrior with despicable means, do you think you can win? You're dreaming!"

The boy let go of Harry's collar in disdain, sneered and walked away with his companions.

But among the crowd watching this scene, no one stepped forward, they just watched Harry get up by himself coldly.

"?" Chi Mo looked suspiciously at the gossip master beside him, and couldn't understand Harry's current cold reception—isn't that the savior of their magic world? Why did he suddenly become so unpopular.

"Who made him the fourth warrior?" The little fat man deliberately emphasized the four words. "Do you know why the Triwizard Tournament is called the top three? Because there have always been only three warriors participating. What's more, in the rules of the competition, it has been clearly stated that students under the age of 17 cannot sign up for the competition. Potter is only in the fourth grade this year. Well. If it wasn't for some means, how could it be possible to deceive the age barrier set by Principal Dumbledore?"

Chi Mo realized. "So, it's because he felt that he signed up for the competition through improper means and was selected?"

"Hmm~" The little fat man shrugged, "That's it~"

Chi Mo watched Harry walking to the north alone from a distance, his back looked very pitiful.

"Does everyone think so?" Didn't Harry still have two good friends, and a godfather who loves his son is also in school now, so it doesn't make sense to just watch Harry being isolated so coldly. "Does no one believe him?"

The little fat man squinted at him when he heard the words, and said in a strange voice, "Who are you referring to? Ron Weasley? Or Hermione Granger? I don't know the little witch, but after hearing that Potter was chosen When he was the No.4 warrior, the first one to attack him was his good brother~ oh~ friendship, tsk tsk~"

Chi Mo didn't know what to say.

"Sirius Black made a big fuss with those people-he seemed surprised by it too." The little fat man smacked his lips. "I thought it was because he helped Potter that Potter could sign up smoothly."

Chi Mo frowned slightly, and shook his head, "Harry probably didn't name it himself."

"How can you speak for your opponent!" The little fat man lowered his face, very dissatisfied with Chi Mo's behavior. "We are Hufflepuffs! Support Diggory! For our opponent Potter, crush him mercilessly! ... Well, although I also feel that he is pitiful now. I mean, why do you believe it is not What did he do?"

"He probably doesn't have that brain yet." Chi Mo vetoed without thinking. "Besides, he has anger and sadness on his face, but he has no guilty conscience. Didn't everyone say that the Triwizard Tournament is easy to die? I think he still cherishes his life."

The little fat man raised his face and thought for a while, "It makes sense."

But a new question soon appeared, "But if Potter didn't do it himself, who else would throw his name into the Goblet of Fire? It wouldn't be Sirius, who seemed relatively dissatisfied with Potter's participation." .”

Who knows, but this person must have no good intentions.Chi Mo looked at the place where Harry disappeared, and pinched his nose again.