[HP] Comparative

The next day is Saturday.When he went downstairs to the Great Hall for breakfast, Harry saw with his own eyes how the golden line of age drawn by Dumbledore for the Goblet of Fire worked—students who had not reached the age of seventeen would be thrown out of the golden line out of thin air, and would grow out of the golden line. A big white beard.

Have to say, this idea is very entertaining.Fred and George, who sat up from the ground, looked at each other and laughed at each other's new appearance.The atmosphere at the breakfast table was quite pleasant, and even Ron didn't mention yesterday's argument with Hermione.After dinner, they walked out of the castle and stayed in Hagrid's hut for most of the day.It was after four o'clock in the afternoon that the three of them left the hut, intending to return to the auditorium for the dinner.

The Goblet of Fire was still in the middle of the hall.As they approached it, Harry suddenly saw Tom appear from the corridor at the far end of the hall, several thick books in his arms. "Hey, Tom!" He took two quick steps, stretched out his hand to say hello, and realized that something was wrong when he spoke——

Not to mention the other students nearby, both Hermione and Ron stared at him with a look that had seen the devil.

Uh……

Only then did Harry realize that he seemed too enthusiastic.Or, in fact, he reacted normally, but the person he greeted made him look too enthusiastic.

Others were surprised. After all, although everyone likes Tom, Tom is so good that everyone has a kind of awe of him from afar; besides, they don't know what Tom once said to him... ...but maybe he shouldn't have shown it, it's not good to be associated...

Just when Harry was worried about whether he would cause trouble to him, Tom approached. "Just came back from outside, Harry?" He glanced at Harry's muddy shoes.

The tall boy was friendly from tone to attitude, and more people peeked at them.

Harry had reason to suspect that his current mood was the flattering Ron had felt from Tom's silent spell at the beginning of term. "Yes," he nodded, shifting his weight quietly, trying to hide the dirtier shoe behind him, "did you just go to the library?"

Tom looked down at the book in his arms, and then looked at Harry. "Although a lot of time this school year will be occupied by the Triwizard Tournament, the OWLs exam will not wait for anyone."

Judging by Hermione's immediately star-eyed expression, Harry felt that she must very much agree with Tom's point of view. "Oh, I forgot that there is an exam in fifth grade." He was slightly embarrassed, "but when it comes to the Triwizard Tournament..."

Tom seemed to understand Harry's hesitation. "You, like them, want me to participate?"

"I..." There were more people around, and Harry hesitated, not sure whether he should say his next words in person.Most people have the same idea, and it shouldn't matter... "I just think that if you participate, we will definitely win." Finally he said calmly, looking straight into those black eyes.

Tom also looked at Harry with a look of surprise. "Thank you, Harry," he replied quickly, "and I'd appreciate your support if I could have attended."

"So you really didn't sign up?" Harry asked, unable to help feeling a little regretful.But before he said those words, the back of his waist was twisted severely. "Ouch..." He moaned in pain, turned his head to see that it was Hermione—he suddenly realized that the question was ambiguous, and the brunette girl was trying to remind him. "No, that, I don't mean that you secretly violated..."

He almost stuttered, but Tom seemed amused. "Did you see that I have even a white beard?"

"Of course not," Harry whispered.He blushed, not sure if it was from embarrassment or from the way his face grew handsome when he smiled.The girls around him gasped in unison, and he wasn't sure if it made things better or worse.

Fortunately, Tom is always understanding. "The time is almost up," he looked towards the auditorium door, "let's all go in."

Because of this incident, Harry had to endure the kind teasing from his fellow Gryffindors at the dinner table.

"Why did you walk right in front of us then, Harry?" Ron was still shocked.

"I now believe you do like him a little bit," Hermione commented.

As for Fred and George, their tone was much more exaggerated. "You definitely did what a lot of girls wanted to do and didn't do, Harry!" the twins said in unison.

Looking back at the usual behavior at the Slytherin table, Harry understood that he shouldn't have worried about causing trouble to Tom before, because he himself was the one who really upset the others. "I'm just saying hello to him!" He had to repeat this several times.

Although the results were minimal, the highlight of the dinner was the selection of warriors, and everyone's attention was quickly diverted.Dumbledore asked Filch to bring the Goblet of Fire to the teacher's bench, and read the names on the parchment that had been ejected by the flames one by one.Durmstrang's champion is Viktor Krum, Beauxbatons' champion is Fleur Delacour, and Hogwarts' champion is Cedric Diggory.

The result was as expected, but Harry still had a sense of hopelessness. "It's really him," he whispered to Hermione, turning his head.

When Ron heard his words, he also sighed with regret: "I've been waiting for a miracle, that is..."

"—Harry Potter!"

Suddenly being called by Dumbledore, Harry straightened his back instinctively.Then he found that the principal was still standing in front of the Goblet of Fire, holding a small piece of parchment in his hand, with an extremely serious expression; everyone turned their heads to stare at him, and the auditorium was so quiet that a needle could be heard. "...what happened?" he asked, dazed and with a bad feeling that something was wrong.

There were noises from the teacher's bench, and Fudge and Bagman were talking quickly and quietly.Professor McGonagall stood up from his seat, walked to Dumbledore's side, and whispered something eagerly in his ear.Then Dumbledore straightened up, "Harry Potter, please come here."

"Go." Hermione reacted the fastest, she pushed Harry who was completely frozen.

"...But I didn't sign up?" Harry stood up, still very dazed.There was a murmur of whispers all over the auditorium, and he had no idea how he got into the small back room.

Mrs. Maxime and Karkaroff were very angry about the fact that Hogwarts had one more warrior. They thought they had been seriously deceived and played |.If it weren't for the fact that the Goblet of Fire contract had come into force, both of them might have gone on strike.Both Fleur and Krum also felt that this was unfair. Fudge, Bagman, Slughorn, and Cedric were relatively more reserved. Only Dumbledore and McGonagall believed that Harry hadn't voted for his name. Into the Goblet of Fire.

Harry was quite upset, but he couldn't explain why, and the others suspected that what he had done was normal.What made him even more unhappy was that when he returned to the Gryffindor common room, everyone congratulated him, but no one believed him.If one had to add the worst to this unhappiness, it must be Ron——

"So, when did you drop your name into the glass? Last night?"

As soon as Harry entered the dormitory, he heard Ron sitting on the bed ask this question. "I didn't," he tried to explain patiently, "I don't know what's going on."

Ron, in his fuchsia pajamas, raised an eyebrow. "You know," he said with a smile on his face, but it was an unnatural smile, "everyone else is asleep, you can tell me the truth."

If everyone else in the dormitory hadn't been asleep, Harry wondered if he would be yelling at Ron right now. "I really didn't!" He gritted his teeth and growled, "What do you think I have to do to put my name in without growing a beard? And Dumbledore said that someone might have cast an extremely powerful spell on the Goblet of Fire. The powerful confusion spell caused the cup to forget that there were only three schools participating, and mistakenly made it four!"

Ron was a little surprised, but still had a distrustful expression on his face. "You know you can get someone to vote for you, right? And confusion spells..." He paused, "Didn't your father teach you Animagus long ago?"

Hearing the hint, Harry was about to explode.Both Ron and Hermione knew he was an illegal Animagus, but he didn't expect Ron to bring it up at this moment as an argument to support his point of view. "If you know this, you should also know that my mother and my father had a big fight over it, until he promised not to teach me magic secretly! And my mother will never allow me to participate in the competition, or I will have to do it during the summer vacation." Know about it!"

Lily's name was obviously convincing, and Ron began to waver. "That's true," he muttered, looking up at the ceiling, "If I dare to sign up secretly, my mother will have to skin me!"

This made Harry barely suppress his anger. "Listen, Ron, I know you know I want to participate. But I have no advantage over other warriors. Why do I have to go to such lengths to make a fool of myself? If there are really students who do not meet the age requirements, Only one is worth the risk!"

"You're talking about Riddle." Ron pointed out, staring at Harry inquiringly, "You asked him this afternoon if he signed up..."

Then the subtext couldn't be more obvious—Ron was suspecting that he was asking Tom if he had signed up because he wanted to know in advance whether he would be selected—and Harry was almost desperate with anger. "It's up to you, believe it or not!" He dropped the blunt answer, climbed onto his four-poster bed, and pulled the crimson curtains tightly.

For the next few days, Ron and Harry didn't speak.Harry didn't want to see Ron's face either, it annoyed him.Unlike Ron, Hermione accepted Harry's statement completely, and reminded him to write to Lily and James immediately.But Dumbledore may have told them so that he had received a letter from his parents as soon as Hedwig flew away, making an appointment for both sides to open the double-sided mirror at the same time.

In the mirror, Lily acts worried, which she takes as a bad sign.After all, the Triwizard Tournament was extremely dangerous, otherwise she would not have deliberately kept it from Harry.

James shared the same opinion.He thought that whoever threw Harry's name into the glass was up to no good.But he also thought it was a good chance for Harry to prove himself.

After Lily said that she would make some preparations for Harry that might be useful, James seized the last few seconds of the interview and whispered to Harry: "No matter what lies ahead, you just need to focus on the game. When the time comes we Try to see you, Dad believes that you are better than the other three!"

It did cheer Harry up a bit.Although Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw classmates began to point at him in disgust, there were always a few people who would stand firmly on his side.It was Slytherin who made his mood sour—

Malfoy got a bunch of shiny badges out of nowhere, which at first glance said "Support Cedric Diggory, a true hero of Hogwarts", but pressed hard enough to become The green "Potter Stinks".

Harry found out about it in the castle courtyard.Hermione and he were about to walk from one end to the other when Malfoy suddenly stood in the way, flashing sunlight into his eyes through the badge. "Like it, Potter?" he said triumphantly.

Many more Slytherins gathered around, pressed their badges hard, and laughed strangely. "No one should be you," one of the girls said sarcastically, "Even if there are students who are underage to participate, that person should not be you!"

To be honest, Harry agreed with her, but anything she said at the moment just made his blood rush to his face - he had to bite his lower lip hard to restrain himself from giving them each a bad The impulse to curse.

"Funny," Hermione sneered at the group of Slytherins around her. "You really think you're pretty witty, don't you?"

But to no avail, the men laughed even louder. "I heard that you still dare to ask Riddle if he will participate?" Another girl approached Harry with a sharp tone, "Who gave you the courage to ask him—he obeyed the rules he should abide by, how could he be as despicable and shameless as you— —”

Harry couldn't take it anymore, and reached for his wand.Before long, someone parted them from behind the Slytherins and walked to the front. "What are you doing here?"

It was Tom who came.There was no trace of sternness in his expression or tone, but everyone consciously took half a step back to make room for him in the middle.

"We're teaching Potter a lesson!" Pansy Parkinson answered in a shrill voice before Harry could speak, and Harry suspected that she was only getting so excited because she was talking to Tom, "People who break the rules must be punished! Not to mention He also blatantly..."

Tom's dark eyes turned to Harry, who reflexively put his wand back. "Enough." He said, his voice was very soft, but Parkinson was dumb like a duck being strangled by the neck. "That's what they blocked you for, Harry?"

What do you mean by "blocking you just for this matter"?

Harry nodded in bewilderment, noticing that the smug look on Malfoy's face quickly turned blank, apparently no more aware of the situation than he was.

"I've heard talk about this matter." Tom pondered, "Did you really put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"Of course not!" Harry hastily denied.

Tom looked at Harry and suddenly smiled. "I think so."

This development was too bizarre, not to mention that other people suspected that he had hallucinations, Harry also suspected that he had hallucinations.He really didn't want to misunderstand Tom if he could; but wasn't Tom being persuaded a little too easily? "...Do you believe what I say?" He asked tentatively, holding a hope that he had never had in the past few days.

"Of course." Tom nodded without hesitation, "I can tell who's lying and who's telling the truth." Having said that, he turned to Malfoy, "Are these badges yours?"

Compared to just now, Malfoy's face was much grayer and defeated.He muttered a few times, finally making a sound: "Yes..."

"Don't let me see it a second time," said Tom, with a subtle warning in his voice, "I'm not going to make an exception, all of you."

The Slytherins immediately dispersed, as fast as oil on the soles of their feet.Looking at their backs, Tom turned back to Harry and said reassuringly, "It should be fine now, let's go."

Harry had been prepared for a nasty fight and solitary confinement, but he never dreamed that things could be resolved so quickly and easily. "Thank you, Tom," he said sincerely, feeling that he had never been so grateful to anyone.

"Just a little effort." Tom just smiled. "I have to go too. See you next time, Harry." He said, nodded to Hermione again, turned and walked in the direction of the greenhouse.

Harry watched the tall boy leave.When he came back to his senses, he found that the brunette girl was staring at him, hesitant to speak. "What's the matter, Hermione?"

Hermione quickly looked away from Harry. "I don't know, maybe I made a mistake..." She said in a low voice, half biting her lower lip, "Let's get out of here quickly."

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