[HP] How to properly feed the savior

Long after the Christmas holidays, Harry still hadn't tried to crack the golden egg.It's hard to say whether this is the sequelae left by the first project to Harry, or the other party's arrogance is at work.In either case, Harry, Hermione, and Ron knew the other had discovered the secret of the golden egg when they all suddenly became anxious one day.

"Dude, I mean it, you have to help him." One Saturday morning, Ron excused himself to get more food, took a chance to get rid of Hermione and Harry who were going to the library, and sat down. to his side.

"Who do you want me to help?" He ordered some fish chips for Tom.

"Don't play dumb with me, you know everything!" Ron peeked at the other students and lowered his voice, "We almost turned the library upside down, there isn't a single spell related to underwater breathing, no spells !He'll be drowned!"

"He won't." He didn't expect Ron to come to him for help first. According to Ron's standards, Harry should be grateful for the other party's efforts.

"The Triwizard Tournament cannot be withdrawn..."

"He dropped the second event saying he couldn't do it and he wouldn't get more than failure and zero points. The referees weren't going to push him underwater."

"Are you serious?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"I'm very serious."

"He's your friend! Are you just letting him fail like this? Or have you become enemies?" Ron shifted uneasily in his position, "I have to admit, Harry has doubts about you, but I've always believed in you..."

"Then why do you call Krum an enemy?" He rested his chin and looked at him seriously.

"How do you know... well, Krum is different, he's from Durmstrang, right? You and Harry are both from Hogwarts, from Gryffindor, aren't you Enemy." Ron explained awkwardly.

"I guess Harry would have a different opinion." Tom meowed, and he added another fish steak to the white cat's plate.

"Merlin, man, you know what Harry is like." Ron spread his hands helplessly. "I must say I can't stand him sometimes, but who made him our friend?"

"Well, how are you going to help him? I'll tell you a spell that will make him breathe underwater, and you pretend you read it from a book or asked a professor, and he'll be happy Take your advice and pass the second project easily. Is this your plan?"

"I didn't mean to..." Ron's freckles turned red, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"I can help him, you let him come to me by himself. We're friends, aren't we?"

He looked at each other, Ron murmured, and finally said nothing.

It wasn't until the weekend before February 2th that Harry came to him unwillingly.

"You asked me to come to you, and now I'm here." The other party's tone was stiff.

"You feel insulted?" From his point of view, Harry often used his arrogance unnecessarily.

"Didn't you let me come here just to humiliate me?" The other party almost squeezed out the words from between his teeth. "To prove that you are the real warrior, I am nothing without your help."

"I noticed a phenomenon," he said calmly, "Hermione and Ron help you, you don't think you are nothing without them."

Harry gasped for a moment, "You are different from them."

"I'm sorry, I just realized that now."

There was an awkward silence.

He sat on his bed, the dark red curtains of the dormitory were pulled open, and the cold light of winter shone in, pale but bright.The white cat turned lazily on his pillow, and the unfinished books were spread out on the flat quilt. He quietly looked at the window, staring at the dust flying in the light.After what seemed like a century, Harry sat down on the patterned woven carpet, with a depressed tone, "I don't know why we have become like this...I have been trying to get closer to you, every time I feel I took a step in your direction, but I found that the distance between us has become further. You are always so mysterious, so far away, you seem to be a wise man who is recluse on a mountain top, always able to see everything clearly, and I'm just human, I can't see what you see... I'm tired, I've given up trying to understand you, I've given up on being with you, I just don't want to let go yet, don't want to just watch you go away , but I've completely lost you, right? I just don't understand, what happened between us?"

what happened?He tried to remember when he parted ways with the other party, but couldn't remember.It seemed to be a few lifetimes ago, and the memory became thin and faint, and nothing could be salvaged anymore.The only thing he knew was that if he and Ron were in danger at the same time, and Harry could only save one, Harry would definitely save Ron and choose to let him die.He'd always known that, that he'd give his life for Harry if he had to, and Harry would never care about him as much as he cared about him, never had, never would.He never cared.

"Between us," he said in a very soft voice, "nothing happened."

"You called me here to tell me this?" Harry said suspiciously. "Tell me that nothing happened between us? So you're going to tell me about the spell now?"

"It doesn't matter about spells or anything." It's you, Harry.He said in his heart.

"I understand, you have a dozen ways to get your treasure back, you don't need that spell at all." The other said bitterly, "Just like you did with that dragon."

"What do you think the man who put your name in the Goblet of Fire intends? Does he want to kill you?" he said matter-of-factly. "If he wants to kill you, stay ashore with the Headmaster and the professors. Together, he couldn't find a chance to start."

"So the best choice is for me to give up the game? You know what? You don't need to worry about me. I can't even swim. I don't pose any threat to you."

"In my opinion, they don't want to kill you." He ignored what Harry was saying. "You spend too much time hanging around outside. You just want to kill you. There is no need to send you to the Triwizard Tournament. In addition to bringing you danger, this game can also bring you You win, I think it is more likely that this person wants you to win."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked exasperatedly, "You mean Voldemort, hoping that I can win the trophy and honor Hogwarts?"

"There is only one winner." He found himself suddenly having an idea. "This is what separates you from everyone else."

"So you're trying to say that I should lose?" Harry said coldly, "Very well, I see what you mean."

"Even if I don't help you, the person who wants you to win will help you, let him make a move, and we will have a chance to find out who is lurking in Hogwarts."

He looked at Harry, who was slowly showing a puzzled expression. "Are you implying that Hagrid and Professor Moody are Voldemort's spies?"

"Moody? What does this have to do with him?" Harry probably didn't know about Neville's book, otherwise he wouldn't have come to him.

"He was the one who reminded me that I could fly, in the first project." Harry frowned. "But he can't be Voldemort's man, can he? He's an old friend of Professor Dumbledore, and he captured so many Death Eaters..."

"I have to say, he is still highly suspected." He felt as if there was a thread connecting all the mysteries he couldn't figure out, but he still needed a breakthrough, some kind of key information. "No smaller than Crouch."

"Crouch? I don't remember telling you he broke into Snape's storeroom. Why do you think he's a suspect?"

"How did you know he broke into Snape's storeroom?" Something was wrong, and he seemed to be on the point of grabbing the key. "Did you go to bed early on the day of the Christmas ball?"

"The Yule Ball?" Harry looked at him suspiciously. "What does this have to do with the Yule Ball?"

He gained a certain understanding, and this understanding also appeared in the eyes of the other party.

"It's strange, why did Crouch break into Snape's office over and over again?" Harry looked puzzled.

At first, he thought that Crouch was there for the sake of the gills, but now it seemed that the other party had other plans, but what exactly was hidden in Snape's office?He almost wanted to go in and see for himself.

He stood up and was about to leave when Harry stopped him.

"Hey! You haven't told me what that spell is!"

"I think we've made it very clear, you don't need that spell, someone will help you find a way." He closed the book, the white cat sensed the movement, jumped off the pillow, and followed him .

"So you're still not going to help me, are you?" Harry yelled at him. "Why don't you think you might be the one who should help me out? How did you know the secret to the golden egg? Myrtle Say you opened the golden egg the day after your first project! Didn't you get help from other people?"

He ignored him and walked straight past Harry, who suddenly grabbed his shoulder with his hand.Without even thinking about it, he directly grabbed the opponent's wrist, and with a crisp overhand throw, he smashed Harry onto the carpet.

"This is the last warning." Seeing that the other party was still struggling to get up, he simply rode on the other party's waist, put his arms across the other party's throat, and said word by word, "Don't touch me in this way again. .”

The other party kept gasping, looking at him with horror in his eyes.

"I'll give you a piece of advice, make the most of the resources around you, instead of just turning to Hermione and Ron." He found that his patience with Harry had finally run out. "I'm not pointing to me for help, but to everyone who is willing to help you. In this tower, there are many such people. Try to discover their strengths and let them play a role in their own strengths. You, Hermione , and Ron, the three of you are not a small group isolated from the world, you can dismiss other people. Harry, you are the savior who is hoped by everyone. If war breaks out one day in the future, others will fight against you Fighting under the leadership of the dictator. Putting on a high-ranking stance, affirming that everything must happen according to your wishes, otherwise it is the world's fault, will not help you achieve victory. You can maintain your pride, but in the eyes of others In front of you, restrain yourself a little."

He stood up straight again, and patted the non-existent ashes on his shoulders. The feeling of being touched still remained on it, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Striding away from the other party, when he walked to the door, Harry's soft voice sounded behind him, "I never knew you were good at close combat."

"Why? Because I'm thin, thin and small?" He stood there without looking back. "A lot of people think that way, some of them. Think they can do whatever they want with me... They all end up paying for their mistakes."

"I didn't intend to attack you." The other party said in a low voice.

"I know, you just made a misleading move." He sighed, walked back, and held out his hand to Harry, "Stop lying on the ground."

"You almost broke me in two!" Harry gasped, grinning as he grabbed his hand and pulled himself up from the floor.

"I have a sense of proportion, you will get some bruises at most." He looked at the other side, showing a subtle smile.