Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 874 Conspiracy

   "I really didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire."

   On the way back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry finally couldn't help but confide in Albert.

   "You already said that." Albert said mildly, "I believe you didn't do that."

"Why?"

  Actually, Harry didn't know why he said that, maybe it was because he was too irritable, or maybe he wanted to find someone to chat with.

"what why?"

   "Sorry." Harry looked embarrassed and apologized to Albert in a low voice.

   "What do you want to know from me?"

   Albert looked at Harry's embarrassed appearance, feeling a little funny.

   "I want to know...why you believe me." After Harry finished, he looked even more embarrassed.

"Then I'll say it, I hope it won't make you uncomfortable." Albert paused in front of the secret passage, he reached out and pushed aside the tapestry in front of him and walked in, "Your magic power is indeed stronger than other students of the same grade. Stronger, but in my opinion, you are not a powerful wizard."

   "What do you mean?" Harry felt inexplicably annoyed.

"If you want to deceive the magic item with strong magic power like the Goblet of Fire, you still can't do it with your current magic attainments." Albert explained to Harry: "That requires a particularly powerful confusion spell, I dare you Bet that piece of parchment of yours has only your name on it, not the name of the school."

   "How do you know?" Harry couldn't help asking, he always felt that Albert knew a lot.

  From a long time ago, the other party gave him this feeling, as if he knew everything.

"The guy who threw your name into the Goblet of Fire can't actually interfere with the Goblet of Fire's selection of warriors, so he can only take the simplest way, using the confusion spell to cause confusion in the Goblet of Fire, making it mistakenly think that there are four schools participating in the three In other words, the Goblet of Fire regards you as a player of the fourth school, and you are the only one in the fourth school, so you will naturally become the warrior of the fourth school. Because of the school's name, and you're a student at Hogwarts, that's why Hogwarts has two warriors."

   "How do you know these things?"

  Harry stared at Albert dumbfounded, he never expected the real situation to be like this.

   "Guess, most people can guess some, but it's not as detailed as what I said." Albert reminded, "Dumbledore can definitely guess what I said."

   "But, they..."

   "That's an adult conspiracy." Albert said contemptuously, "You'll know when you leave Hogwarts."

   "But why did he give me such a benefit?" Harry realized that he had said something wrong, and corrected himself: "I mean, why did the other party sign up for me?"

"You really have confidence in yourself!" Albert said softly: "Although it is a good thing to be confident, I think it will be difficult for you to pass all three competitions without anyone helping you. This item is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, but don’t expect Dumbledore to help you cheat, and Professor McGonagall is unlikely to help you, at most she will provide you with some convenience, such as opening the restricted area for us.”

  Harry felt that he was underestimated, and he couldn't help being a little annoyed.

   "You probably didn't understand Mr. Crouch's hint!" Albert said again.

   "What hint?" Harry looked at Albert's back in some confusion.

"The courage to face the unknown." Albert recalled: "There are related records in the Triwizard Tournament in 1792. The warriors wanted to capture a monster with a chicken body and a snake tail. Our first project needs to face an estimated These are dangerous magical creatures."

  Harry opened his mouth and stared blankly at Albert. He couldn't imagine how he could subdue a monster alone.

   "Looking for cases from the Triwizard Tournament in the past, it is not difficult to speculate on the content of the Warrior's project." Albert explained, "If you want to subdue a dangerous monster, what are you going to do?"

  Harry's face turned slightly pale. He knew why Albert said that, and he didn't feel that Albert was playing himself.

"Of course, that's the worst case scenario. Maybe the Ministry of Magic will catch a few acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest to be our opponents. Or, get a monster to guard a certain treasure, and then let us steal the treasure from the monster, Ancient wizards like to use large dangerous magical creatures such as acromantula to watch their homes or guard their vaults, well, there are troll security guards and dragons in Gringotts."

   "You're right." Harry had a bitter smile on his face, "If that's the case, it's simply an impossible task for me."

"Don't worry, you still have good friends. If it doesn't work, let Sirius and Lupine help you find a solution." Albert patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him, "Cheating in the Triwizard Tournament is normal, I bet other Warriors would cheat too."

   "What about you?" Harry looked at Albert.

   "Me? I don't think I need to cheat. Although it sounds arrogant, I don't think the Triwizard Tournament should be too difficult for me." Albert said confidently.

  Harry choked, and asked the question he wanted to know the most: "Who do you think threw my name into the Goblet of Fire?"

   "You know, don't you?" Albert reminded with a smile.

   "I know?" Harry was even more confused.

   "Yeah, you know."

   "I..., wait, you mean Voldemort?" Harry seemed to remember something, and couldn't help saying this taboo name.

   "I think that's about it."

   But, how can Voldemort guarantee to put my name into the Goblet of Fire?

   He should be far away, weak and alone... No, Voldemort is not alone... Harry dreamed that Voldemort was talking to Wormtail... They were probably plotting to kill him.

"Wormtail?" Harry said suddenly, "Wormtail is one of the creators of the Marauder's Map, he must know a lot of secrets, and Wormtail can also turn into a mouse, so he can easily deceive everyone without making a sound infiltrated Hogwarts Castle."

   "Well, it must be Voldemort's minions, you'd better be careful." Albert nodded in agreement.

   "But why did Wormtail attack you and prevent you from participating in the competition?" Harry asked suspiciously.

   "First, the guy who attacked me may not be the same as the one who voted for you. He just wanted to prevent me from participating in the Triwizard Tournament and Hogwarts from winning the championship."

   "Secondly, the one who attacked me was Wormtail. The reason why he didn't want me to participate in the Triwizard Tournament might be to prevent me from winning the championship..."

   "Preventing you from winning, why would he do that?" Harry was even more confused.

"Because they know that after I participate in the Triwizard Tournament, the chances of others winning the championship are very low. Although I am a bit boastful, I think I can win the championship, and Wormtail obviously wants to do something to the winner, or in the third game Do something later."

  Harry was silent for a long time. Although a little unconvinced, he still agreed with Albert's words. The opponent's record is the best proof, so many world-class champions are Albert's confidence.

   The two walked and chatted, and before they knew it, they had arrived outside the Gryffindor common room.

   "I just heard that someone was selected as a school warrior." The fat lady looked at the two people in front of her with wide eyes.

   "Gibberish." Harry said the password.

   "Oh, really." The fat lady opened the door and let them in.

  When Harry walked into the common room, Albert didn't intend to move his feet.

   "Aren't you going in?" The fat lady looked at Albert standing outside in surprise.

   "The Gryffindor students are too enthusiastic, I think I'd better wait a while before going in." Albert said helplessly to the fat lady when he heard the noise coming from behind the portrait.

   "So, what Violet said is true, the two of you have really become Hogwarts warriors." The fat lady asked.

"of course it's true."

  A pale witch intrudes into a portrait of the Fat Lady.

   "Yeah, someone signed me up for Harry."

   "Someone signed up for you?" Fat Madam asked gossipingly.

"The person who helped me sign up should be Professor Moody." Albert directly put the pot on Moody's head. They will all default that he did it, and ask him if he is angry.

   "As for who signed up for Potter, I'm not too sure."

   "I think even if no one signs up for you, you will definitely be able to become a Hogwarts warrior. Many portraits are guessing that the Hogwarts warrior will be you." Violet said to Albert.

   "Nonsense." Albert put a disguise spell on himself, asked the fat woman to open the door, and prepared to sneak in.

   "Absolutely not!" said the witch angrily.

   "This is the password." The fat lady patted the witch's shoulder to comfort her, and then she unscrewed it forward, allowing Albert to enter the common room.

  When the portrait opened, the noise filled Albert's ears again, everyone was circling around Harry, and the poor savior was surrounded by crazy Gryffindor students.

   No one wants to hear Harry talk, no one wants to hear Harry defend, everyone just wants to celebrate it for themselves.

   Seeing this scene, Albert couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, quietly walked through the crowd, went upstairs along the stairs and returned to the dormitory for supper.

   "Sure enough, I still have the foresight." Albert was very satisfied with his wit.

  Fortunately, Harry was able to attract firepower in front, otherwise he would not be bored to death when he was surrounded by Gryffindor students. The unlucky Mr. Potter is a lesson from the past.

At the same time, after returning to his office, Barty Jr. used anti-disturbance spells and whispering spells on his room, and then began to smash things to vent his anger and depression. After smashing all the looking glasses on the table, he Still not relieved, every time he thinks of Albert's sincere thanks, he can't wait to tear the other person's face into pieces. Finally, Little Barty, who was dazzled by anger, used the Cruciatus Curse on the real Professor Moody who was locked in the box by him.

   Tortured the other party for a while, and after his anger subsided a bit, Barty Jr. began to write letters to the Dark Lord, informing the other party of what happened tonight.

   All of this was Wormtail's fault. He suspected that Wormtail hadn't controlled Albert at all, and that the guy's disappearance was completely faked by himself.

  Barty Jr. is not throwing the blame, because even if other people vote for Albert, it is difficult to ensure that Albert becomes a warrior.

In fact, at the moment of voting, the person and the name are different, which will lead to the failure of the contract, and will not be selected by the Goblet of Fire, unless, like him, he uses a powerful confusion spell to cause confusion in the Goblet of Fire and get things wrong .

  However, ordinary students obviously don't have that ability, and other professors obviously wouldn't do that if they didn't know that Albert was missing.

  Therefore, there is only one truth, that is, Albert Anderson signed himself up for the Triwizard Tournament, and only in this way can the previous events be explained.

   It was Wormtail's mission to prevent this from happening, and he failed in his mission.

   There is no doubt that some of Wormtail's stupid actions made Anderson suspicious, so he would try that way

   Moreover, this incident has already aroused Dumbledore's vigilance. Barty Jr. can't do anything for the time being, and he must start a preliminary plan.

   It is really risky to take Harry away in the third project. You have to find a way to slow down Dumbledore.

This matter is too simple for him, as long as he uses Avada Kedavra to kill someone, and then throws the body to the monster, and let the monster destroy his body, he can pretend to be killed by the monster .

   Presumably the death of a warrior can divert Dumbledore's attention and buy the Dark Lord more time.

   Little Barty wrote his plan into a letter and sent it to the Dark Lord. However, this letter directly brought down Wormtail's blood.

   "Wormtail, you are such a disappointment."

  In Old Crouch's house, Voldemort was looking indifferently at the twitching servant who fell to the ground with scarlet eyes.

   "Master, I'm sure that Mudblood is under control." Wormtail argued, "After he drank the love potion, he had no time to sign up, unless someone else secretly helped him sign up."

"Lie." Voldemort raised his wand again and cast the Cruciatus Curse on Wormtail, "You were not there at the time, let alone saw that Mudblood drink the Love Potion with your own eyes, I dare say that Mudblood saw through your trick , don’t make excuses for your incompetence.”

  Peter fell to the ground moaning in pain.

  At this moment, Wormtail somewhat regretted returning to Voldemort's side. He didn't get much benefit at all, he was running around for Voldemort, and had to suffer from the Cruciatus Curse.

After Voldemort tortured Wormtail, he didn't feed Peter to the snake in the end. It may be because he needed someone to help brew the potion and host the resurrection ceremony. Barty Jr. couldn't do it himself, so Voldemort Wormtail needs to be left behind as a helper.

  Of course, the more important reason is that they have a backup plan. Even if Albert participates in the Triwizard Tournament, it will not affect the final result.

  For Peter, one of the victims, the whole incident was actually not bad luck. If he could kill Albert by the hands of Barty Jr., the torture of Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse would not be unbearable.

  As for the death threat from the Dark Lord, Peter was not afraid. He knew very well that before Voldemort was resurrected, the other party would never kill him to feed the snake. Otherwise, where would the Dark Lord find a reliable person like him to help host the resurrection ceremony.

   Little Barty may be loyal enough to the Dark Lord, but Peter knows that the other party can't get away temporarily, let alone help the Dark Lord recover his body.

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  (end of this chapter)