HP Magic Biography

"Kakaroff, you should know that this is impossible, you shouldn't forget..."

"I haven't forgotten," Karkaroff yelled, "I don't think these things will have any connection with the past, but you, Moody, if you can live less ridiculously, I think the Ministry of Magic There is no need to be so wary of you."

"A former Auror director who is likely to discredit the organization at any time, add as a host and then create a privileged class. I don't think there is any comparable value in such a Three Witch Fighting Contest. This is unfair to us. ..."

Karkaroff yelled, looking like an old madman.

Krum took two steps back with a sullen face, it seemed that he realized something.

Furong leaned forward slightly. She even wanted to see Fanlin's reaction. Perhaps, Fanlin's facial expressions would become very exciting.

However, what was destined to disappoint her was that Fanlin didn't have any wonderful expressions on his face, he just stared at Alastor Moody and Professor Karkaroff indifferently.

The eyes cannot be deceived, and Furong clearly felt that Fanlin had something to say, but there was no right for them to speak here, and even now she could not move freely at Hogwarts.

"Ahem..." Fanlin coughed slightly, but this obviously didn't help much.

A blue halo spread out, and Harry clearly felt the surrounding temperature drop a bit.

Stump Fanlin's curse here?

These forces seemed to have disturbed everyone, and they couldn't help but focus on them again.

"I'm sorry, Professor Karkaroff." Fanlin leaned slightly and said, "If it really is what you said, I want to help Hogwarts win this game... I'm sorry, Harry did not Not a good choice."

When Fanlin said that, Harry was taken aback.

"If I really want to win this game, I just need to let the Goblet of Fire choose me and it's done."

"Choose you?" Karkaroff laughed, "You control the Goblet of Fire?"

"Trust me, I can do it. It only requires some will. I believe that all the professors here can do this." Fanlin said slowly, "It seems that I don't need Harry to come. What can you accomplish for me? If this is the case, I don’t think you will ban me from participating in the Three Witch Fighting Contest."

Karkaroff's face was a bit ugly. It was mainly her idea to ban Fanlin from participating in the competition, and to exclude all threats to Krum...

The scene was a bit awkward, and Fanlin put the naked facts on the table, which made no one feel comfortable.

However, Fanlin didn't really care.

When Voldemort returns, where are these people again?

Naturally, the rest of the matter will be handed over to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore said to the people in the room. "So now it seems that after excluding Mr. Al, we have no choice but to accept the facts. Both Cedric and Harry have been selected for the competition, so they have to..."

"Dumbledore—but—"

"Dear Mrs. Maxim, if you have any good suggestions, I will listen to them, but it seems that your previous proposal..."

Dumbledore waited for her.

But she didn't speak but stared. Not only she, but Snape also looked angry, Karkaroff's face was pale, and Bagmon was quite excited.

"Then we will begin." He rubbed his hands and looked around with a smile. "Is it time to give instructions to the players? Batty, are you interested in helping?"

"Okay, instructions, yes, the first task..."

Batty leaned close to the fire. Harry thought he was sick. The eye circles are black and the dry skin is as thin as paper. But at the Quidditch World Cup, he was not like that.

It seems that Barty's body... should have been in contact with Voldemort.

"The first task is to test your guts," he told Harry, Cedric, Fleur and Krum.

"Of course we won't tell you what mission this is. Facing the unknown, courage is very important for a wizard, very important."

"The first task will be carried out on November 24th, in front of all referees and students."

"In the process of completing the task, the contestants cannot ask the teacher for help, nor accept any form of assistance from the teacher. The contestants will perform the first task with the help of the magic wand. After completing the first task, they will be informed about the second Task information. In view of the time-consuming and divine nature of the game, the contestants can waive the exam at the end of the semester."

Mr. Crouch turned to look at Dumbledore, "Albus, I think that's all, right?"

"I think so." Dumbledore looked at Crouch with concern.

"Really not staying at Hogwarts tonight? Batty?"

"No longer, Dumbledore, I have to go back to the ministry," said Mr. Crouch. "It's been tough and busy these days... I let Percy take charge, this guy is very enthusiastic. But to be honest, it's a bit too enthusiastic."

"Then at least come for a drink before leaving?"

"Barty, stay, I want to stay here." Bagmon said happily.

"You know what will happen at Hogwarts. It's better to stay here than to stay in the office."

"I don't think so, Neutrogen." Crouch returned to that impatient look.

"Professor Karkaroff-Mrs. Maxim-how about a drink before going to bed?" Dumbledore asked.

But Mrs. Maxim put her arms around Fleur's shoulders and walked out quickly. Harry heard them talking quickly in French. Karkaroff motioned to Krum, and they both left quietly.

"Harry, Cedric, Fanlin, you should go to bed too." Dumbledore smiled at them. "I believe Gryffindor and Hefpuff are waiting to celebrate with you, but leave them alone. This is a good excuse to create chaos and noise!"

Harry looked at Cedric and Fanlin, Diggory nodded, Fanlin didn't care.

So the three went together.

The hall was empty. The candles were almost burnt out, causing the pumpkins to emit jerky and gloomy lights.

"That," Cedric smiled slightly. "We are rivals again."

"I think so." Harry said, actually he couldn't think of anything to say. The mind is still in chaos, like being brainwashed.

"Then, tell me..." Cedric asked when they walked to the population hall, "How did you put your name in?"

Torches replaced the burning goblet to illuminate the hall.

"I didn't put the name in." Harry glared at him. "I didn't. I told the truth."

"Ah, well, goodbye." Harry could see that Cedric didn't believe him.

"Oh, by the way, Fanlin..." Diggory turned around. "To be honest, you are really forbidden to participate..."

"I don't think this should become a topic, Cedric."

Cedric nodded. Instead of walking up the marble staircase, he walked to the door on its right. Harry stood there listening to the sound of his footsteps as he stepped on the stone steps before he got on the marble ladder.

Except for Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione who might believe him, everyone thought he put his name in for the competition.

But how can they think like that? You must know that the competitors he faces have taken three more magic lessons than him, and he has to complete those very dangerous tasks in front of everyone.

Yes, he had thought about it and was fascinated by it, but in fact it was just a joke, a pipe dream. He really never really wanted to participate.

But someone thought of it. Someone wanted him to compete, and he was selected. why? Is it to give him grace? He doesn't think so, maybe...

See him making a fool of himself? Then they are likely to get what they want. Want to kill him? Doesn't Moody think the same way? Or is someone joking maliciously?

Yes, some people want him to die. Ever since he was a year old, people have wanted him to die... Voldemort?

But how could he make his name into the burning goblet? Voldemort should be hiding in a remote country now, alone, vulnerable, and helpless.

But in the dream he had before waking up from the scar, Voldemort was not alone. He talked to Tefrey about the murder of Potter.

Potter suddenly found himself facing the fat aunt, shocked, he didn't realize he was walking. It's also strange that the fat aunt is not alone in the frame. The witch he saw when he went downstairs to fly to the next picture frame was sitting proudly beside the fat aunt.

She must have flown past every portrait hanging on the Hogwarts stairs and arrived in front of him, and they both looked up and down him in great interest.

"Okay, okay," said the fat aunt. "Villette told me everything. Then you were selected as a representative?"

"Nonsense," Harry said dullly.

"Of course not nonsense!" the pale witch said angrily. "Oh, oh, Wei, don't be angry, this is a secret sign." The fat aunt comforted her. The fat aunt turned the hub and opened the door to let Hart into the common room.

As soon as the door opened, a loud noise almost knocked Potter back. Then he was confronted by dozens of people in the room facing all Griffinton. Everyone screamed and applauded and whistled.

"You should have told us that you signed up." Fred yelled, half happy and half angry.

"That's great, how can you do it without growing a white beard?" George shouted with a smile.

"I didn't," Harry said, "I don't know how—"

Angelina has already lunged at him. "Although it's not me, it's Griffinton anyhow.

"Now you can retaliate against Diggerie for the shame of the last Quadis game!"

Katie. Bell-one of the chasers of the Griffinton team

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"We got some food, Harry, come and eat." "I'm not hungry, I was full at the dinner party."

No one wants to hear him say he is not hungry, and no one wants to hear him say he didn't put his name in it.

No one noticed him either. Lee Jordan got a Griffindor flag from somewhere and insisted on wrapping it around Harry like a cloak.

Harry couldn't get out. Every time he tried to run from the stairs to the dormitory, everyone surrounded him, forced him to have another glass of Butter, and stuffed dessert and peanuts into his hands. Everyone wants to know how he did it, how he fooled Dumbledore’s age line and put his name in...

"I didn't." He said over and over again, "I don't know what's going on."

Judging from the way everyone looked at him, he said nothing.

Almost half an hour later, he couldn't bear to cry out, "I'm tired, George, really, I'm going to sleep." What he wanted to do most was to find some good friends and seek understanding from them.

But neither seemed to be present.

The same is true for Fanlin, he doesn't know where he went, and he doesn't like it very much, especially...

Harry felt sorry, and somehow involved Fanlin in...

He insisted on going to bed.

At the top of the stairs, Brother Weasley tried to stop him from letting him go, and he almost knocked them to the ground. After finally getting rid of the crowd, he quickly crawled into the dormitory. In the empty dormitory, he found Ron and his clothes lying on the bed, and he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Harry closed the door hard and looked up at him.

"Where have you been?" Harry asked him.

"Hi, how are you!" Ron was smiling, grudgingly and weirdly.

Harry suddenly realized that he was still surrounding the scarlet Griffinton flag. The tie was so tight that he pulled it off for a long time. And Ron was lying on the bed watching him, motionless.

"Then, congratulations." Ron said when Harry pulled off the flag and threw it into the corner.

"Congratulations? What do you mean?" Harry glared at Ron. Ron smiled strangely, like a grin.

"No one has crossed the age line." Ron said. "Fred and George didn't get past, what did you use—the cloak of invisibility?"

"The cloak of invisibility won't help me get past that disabled age," Harry said slowly.

"Yes," Ron said. "If it's an invisibility cloak, you might tell me. Can it take us? But you found another way."

"Listen to me, I didn't put the name in it. Someone must have done it."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Why would they do that?"

"I don't know." Harry thought it was absurd to say "Plan to kill me".

"It's okay~www.readwn.com~ You can tell me the truth," he said. "If you don’t want others to know, that’s okay. But I don’t know why you lied so hard. You won’t be in trouble. Fat aunt’s friend, that Willett told us that Dumbledore let you participate. .There are 1,000 gold coins and bonuses, right? There is no need to take the final exam...

"I didn't put the name in!" Harry rose in anger.

"Okay," Ron said in the same suspicious tone as Cedric, "you said in the morning, you would put your name in at night, so no one would see you. I'm not a fool."

"You remember it well." Harry interrupted him.

"Yes." Ron didn't smile. "Harry, you want to go to bed. I guess you will do things like that on the phone early in the morning."

He put down the curtains wrapped around the pillars. Harry stood in the door and stared at the red velvet curtain. Behind that lies one of the few friends he had believed would believe him.

Harry suddenly felt a bit bad. This is not a good thing. The gap between dreams and reality is really...