[HP] Guardian

One morning, people came to vote one after another. Harry was not interested in watching, so he bid farewell to his friends, and went to the cellar as a Meihu again.The old bat went out early in the morning, he felt the movement, and was with a few professors, he opened the door and went into the cellar, and slept on the chair where the old bat usually sat, um...uncomfortable and cold , lying on the ground for half a minute, he stood up again because he was really uncomfortable.He looked around and wiped a paw of ashes from the fireplace, stamped a paw print on the table, then slipped back to the Room of Requirement and used the portkey to return to Potter Manor.

After he was selected by the Goblet of Fire, it was not so easy to sneak away. First, he went back to Porter Manor to check on Regulus. Regulus' condition was improving, and his soul gradually stabilized. He won't die, but whether he can wake up is a big problem, and there is also the Dark Mark on his arm.

Harry called Sirius over, took some blood from his wrist, mixed it with potion, and fed it to Regulus.

"I'm going to remove his Dark Mark, otherwise once the chain is untied, Voldemort will find that he is still alive. The process is very painful. It will be better to use your blood for the magic riot, but just in case if Regulus appears For any phenomenon of magic resistance, you can cast Blood Soul Guard on yourself." Sirius was completely convinced of the way he taught his son, he thought it was taught by the picture frame, because the Potter family was famous for their craftsmanship, and Harry's grandfather Charles was a well-known potionist. Although his invention was a bit strange, Charles's shampoo made the Potter family accumulate a huge sum of money.

"Sara Saraty Chemimo" The spell Harry chanted was the light exorcism spell taught by the teacher. This is the most effective way to get rid of black magic, but it will make people miserable. The teacher used this method to torture the wizard to death Death, this spell has a side effect. Once the wizard resists with magic power, the spell of light will swallow up the magic power and the wizard will become a squib, so the potion that Harry gave Regulus is the potion that suppresses magic power.

At first Regulus didn't respond, but as Harry increased his magic power, he began to twitch and shake. Regulus came to Potter Manor without any movement. He didn't expect such a big reaction. Sirius hurriedly started He chanted the mantra to himself, and although he felt no pain, he could feel something screaming and hitting him.Harry didn't tell Sirius that it was actually Regulus's closed magic power. Once Regulus broke through the resistance, his magic power would be swallowed by Harry, which would most likely cause Harry to have a magic riot as well. Danger.But fortunately, with the guardianship of Sirius' bloodline, they erased the Dark Mark without any risk.

The moment Harry stopped casting the spell, he collapsed to the ground, Sirius hurried over to help him, Harry raised his weak hand with a sweaty face and pale face, and pointed to another potion on the table.Sirius fed him the medicine, and Harry leaned against him for a while before he recovered.

"It's okay," Harry said quietly.The casting of spells is likely to be fatal to wizards, because it is impossible for other people to cast spells except the priests who have natural mana, and wizards find another way to choose to consume a lot of magic power in exchange for casting, which is likely to cause magic power to be cast. Dry up and die.Harry hadn't returned to his peak form yet, so casting the Light spell basically used up his magic power.

"You didn't tell me the spell was so dangerous, otherwise..." Harry cut him off.

"It's okay, it's just that the magic power is consumed a lot, just drink the potion and rest for a while." Sirius carried him to the recliner beside him to rest. Harry couldn't bear it anymore and told him that he had to go back to school before dinner , and fell asleep.

Sirius woke him up before dinner, and Harry checked the time and hurried back to Grimmauld Place, before flying off to the Room of Requirement.

"What's the matter?" Harry sat down next to his friend with a bad face. Hermione quickly noticed that something was wrong with him. She pulled Harry's messy forehead hair, only to find that his face was cold and biting, and touched him again. His hand was like holding a piece of ice, "Are you having a headache again? Why don't we go to the medical wing first?"

"It's okay." Harry shook his head. He drank another magic potion just now, and his magic power is slowly recovering. At least he can survive the dinner.

At this time, Dumbledore had announced the opening of the meal, and they couldn't go out, so Hermione had to take care of Harry while eating.

The golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the voice in the auditorium suddenly increased a lot.Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again.Karkaroff and Maxim on both sides of Dumbledore looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else.Bagman was all smiles, winking at the students from various schools, while Crouch looked uninterested, almost bored.

"Okay, the goblet is about to make a decision," said Dumbledore. "I reckon it will take another minute. Listen, when the names of the champions are announced, I want them to walk to the top of the Great Hall and walk down the staff table." Go, go into that room next door" he pointed to the door behind the instructor's desk "they'll get their initial instruction there"

He took out his wand and swung it broadly.Immediately, except for those candles in the jack-o-lantern, all the other candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a semi-dark state.The Goblet of Fire now emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything else in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames bursting out with sparks were almost dazzling.Everyone is watching, waiting... A few people keep looking at their watches...

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out.Then, a tongue of flame shot into the air, and a piece of charred parchment flew out from it, and everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away so that he could read the writing on it by the light of the flames.The flame then returned to blue-white again.

"Warrior of Durmstrang," he said with clear force, "is Viktor Krum."

Applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium.Until the sound gradually subsided.Now everyone's attention was once again on the goblet, and a few seconds later the flames were red again.Pushed by the flames, the second piece of parchment jumped out of the cup.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons" said Dumbledore "It is Fleur Delacour!"

When Fu Rong also entered the next room, the auditorium became quiet again, and this time there was a strong excitement that could be tasted.Now it's the turn of the Hogwarts warriors...

At this moment, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks splattered, and the tongue of fire soared high into the air, and Dumbledore drew a third parchment from the tip of the tongue.

"Hero of Hogwarts," he cried, "is Cedric Diggory!"

The cheers from the nearby table were deafening.Every Hufflepuff was jumping up and down, screaming and stomping, when Cedric walked past them, grinning brightly, towards the room behind the staff desk.Indeed, the applause for Cedric lasted a long time before Dumbledore silenced everyone and listened to him.

"Great!" Dumbledore exclaimed cheerfully when the uproar finally subsided. "Well, our three heroes have now been chosen. I know I can count on all of you, including Beauxbatons and Derrick." To the other students of Armstrong, you will definitely support your warriors with all your strength. By cheering for the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event..."

But Dumbledore stopped talking suddenly, and everyone could see what had attracted his attention.The flames in the goblet turned red again.Sparks crackled and splashed out.A long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was lifted out of it.

Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand as if subconsciously, and grabbed the parchment.He held it far away, staring at the name written on it.There was a long silence, with Dumbledore staring at the note in his hand, and everyone in the Great Hall staring at Dumbledore.Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud.

"Harry Potter"

Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at him.There was no applause and a hum began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping.Some students even stood up. In order to see Harry more clearly, Harry slowly raised his head, looked at Dumbledore and blinked suspiciously, as if he didn't know why Dumbledore called him.

McGonagall stood up at the guest table, quickly walked past Bagman and Karkaroff, and whispered eagerly in Dumbledore's ear, Dumbledore listened attentively, frowning slightly.

Harry looked at them blankly, completely ignoring the whispers around him.At the guest table, Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he called again. "Harry! Come up here, please!"

"Go ahead," Hermione urged in a low voice, nudging Harry slightly.Harry got up and stood up, and he walked towards Dumbledore expressionlessly.

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

Harry walked along the staff desk, his head kept down so no one could see his expression clearly.

When Harry entered, Fleur turned her head and tossed her cascading silver hair.

"What's the matter, do they want us to go back to the auditorium?" She thought he came in to pass the message.Harry stood aside without saying a word, and soon there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and Bagman entered the room.He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.

"That's surreal!" he murmured, squeezing Harry's arm hard. "Absolutely surreal! Two gentlemen...ma'am" He walked to the fire and said to the other three "permit me to introduce... although this It seems unbelievable, this is the fourth warrior of the Triwizard Tournament!"

Krum straightened up and looked Harry up and down, with a gloomy expression on his haughty face.Cedric looked bewildered.He looked from Bagman to Harry, thinking he must have missed what Bagman was saying.Delacour shook his long hair, smiled, and said, "Oh, this joke is very interesting, Mr. Bagman"

"A joke?" Bagman repeated, puzzled. "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just spewed out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Krum's thick eyebrows frowned slightly.Cedric was still politely bewildered.Fleur frowned.

"But it's obviously a mistake," she told Bagman haughtily. "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. Names sprayed out of the goblet...I mean, I don't think you're allowed to run away now that you've gotten to this point...the rules are very clear and you must follow...Harry will do his best"

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large crowd rushed in: Dumbledore, followed by Crouch, Karkaroff, Maxim, McGonagall, and Snape.Before McGonagall closed the door, hundreds of students could be heard buzzing from the auditorium next door.

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur said immediately, striding towards her principal, "They said this little boy is going to participate in the competition too!"

Harry frowned, little boy?Is it okay that he is much taller than before?

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?" Maxim said haughtily.

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore." Karkaroff had a cold smile on his face, and his blue eyes were as cold as ice cubes. "There are two warriors at Hogwarts. I don't remember being told I said that the host school can have two warriors, didn’t I read those regulations carefully enough?”

Harry watched them argue calmly, feeling a little impatient.

"Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" Dumbledore asked calmly, lowering his head.

"No," Harry replied blankly.

"Have you asked your older classmates to help you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

"No, you know, I can't cross the age limit you set," he said in a cold tone.

"Dumbledore's line must have been wrong," Maxime said loudly.

"Of course, that's also possible," said Dumbledore politely.

"Dumbledore, you know you're not mistaken!" said McGonagall angrily. "How absurd that is! There's no way Harry could have crossed that line himself, and as Professor Dumbledore believed, haha Leigh didn't persuade the seniors to do it for him, and I think everyone else should believe that too!"

She glared at Maxim very angrily.

"Mr. Crouch...Mr. Bagman" Karkaroff's voice became oily again, "You two are our...well...objective referees. You must also think this matter is extremely inappropriate, don't you? ?”

Bagman wiped his round baby face with a handkerchief and looked at Crouch.Crouch stood outside the fire's halo, his face half hidden in shadow.He looked a little weird, and the black shadow on his side made him look a lot older, almost like a skeleton.But when he spoke, his voice was as harsh as ever.

"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"

"Hey, Batty has memorized the rules by heart," said Bagman, with a smile on his face, and looked back at Karkaroff and Maxim, as if the matter had been satisfactorily resolved.

"I insisted that my other students re-enroll," Karkaroff said.His voice was no longer smooth, his smile disappeared, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly. "You must put the Goblet of Fire back out, and we must keep adding names to it until there are two warriors in each school. In this way Fair enough, Dumbledore."

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

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

"Threats of bravado, Karkaroff!" growled a voice by the door. "You must not leave your warrior now. He must play. They must all play. As Dumbledore said, it was by magic." Contractually bound. It's in your favor, isn't it?" Fake Moody just walked into the room.

"Favourable?" Karkaroff said. "I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody." His hands showed his heart, they clenched into fists involuntarily.

"Really?" said Moody softly. "It's very simple, Karkaroff. Someone put Potter's name in that goblet, and he knew that if it got sprayed, Potter would have to compete."

"Obviously, that person wants to give Hogwarts two chances!" Maxim said.

"I agree with you, Madam Maxim," Karkaroff said, bowing to her. "I will file a complaint with the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards..."

"If anyone had reason to complain, it was Potter," said Moody gruffly, "but... funny... I didn't hear a word from him..."

"Why is he complaining?" Fleur couldn't help asking, stamping her foot. "He's got a chance to play, hasn't he? We've been hoping for weeks that we'd be picked! Glory to our school! And A bonus of one thousand Galleons, this opportunity is what many people dream of!"

"Perhaps someone wanted Potter to die for it," said Moody, with a hint of growl in his tone.

Harry gasped boredly, he was the only one present who was out of shape, everyone here had a purpose, why bother talking about this false nonsense.He lowered his head and looked at his fingertips. His face was as white as paper, making it look like he was so helpless, but in fact he just wanted to go back to sleep.When he was wandering, the group finally discussed it. Crouch announced the time and rules of the first game, and then broke up noisy.

"Harry, Cedric, I suggest you go back to bed," said Dumbledore, looking at the two of them with a smile. "I'm sure the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs are waiting to celebrate with you. They finally had an excuse to make a fuss, and it would be too wrong to take this opportunity away from them."

Harry glanced at Cedric, who nodded, and they left the room together.The auditorium is now empty, and the flames of the candles are already low, which makes the grinning smile of the jack-o-lantern flickering and weird.

"So we're rivals again," Cedric said with a forced smile.Harry became famous in the first battle in the second grade. Although he is young, he is a top student, and the Patronus spell cast in the third grade game actually put him under a lot of pressure.

"I think so." Harry gasped, rubbing his eyes and shaking, as if he could fall asleep at any moment.

"So... tell me..." Cedric said "How on earth did you put your name in there"

"You heard what Moody said, if you don't believe it, forget it." Harry waved his head and left without looking back, "Then goodbye."

Harry climbed upstairs in a daze, and found himself in front of the Fat Lady.The Fat Lady wasn't alone in her frame, either. Her painting was crowded with people, looking at him like a rare species.

"The news has spread. Your Excellency has been selected as a warrior. Then Hogwarts will definitely win the championship." Harry touched his forehead and nodded feebly amidst a group of crazy portraits.

"Madam, please open the door." Now he can come in and out without the password, so he didn't remember it anymore.

As the portrait opened, Harry nearly fell backwards from the sudden noise in his ears.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 through without growing a beard?" George yelled.

"I didn't sign up, I'm going to bed, I'm really tired" Harry struggled weakly, obviously no one was listening to him.

At this time Angelina rushed to him like a whirlwind, "Oh, even if it can't be me, at least it's a member of Gryffindor..."

"We've got something to eat, Harry, come over and have something..."

"I want to sleep…"

"He's still sick, don't be like this." Hermione came over to stop him loyally, and finally let him escape from the clutches. Only then did everyone realize that their warrior's face was as pale as the ghost of the academy.

"Oh! What's the matter?" the crowd asked in surprise.

"It's okay, I'll rest first, sorry" Harry moved back to the dormitory in a daze, Ron was lying on the bed with his clothes on, and he looked up at him as soon as he opened the door.Harry's head was buzzing. He really didn't have the energy to explain to Ron now. He took another potion from the cabinet and drank it. Three potions were the limit for the day. He thought about it and took another potion. After drinking the dreamless potion that was saved, he fell asleep and completely lost consciousness.