HP: Embrace the Darkness

The blue flames in the Goblet of Fire were still beating. It turned red again and spit out a second note.

"The second warrior represents Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons."

On the long table in Ravenclaw, a girl stood up and walked forward confidently.

She was the lead dancer at Beauxbatons that day, and her blond hair shone like the sky, and it became even brighter when she swung it.

Because of her appearance, whispers and applause continued in the auditorium.

The graceful figure finally disappeared behind the door.

Two school warriors have been selected, and the atmosphere in the auditorium became even more tense.

They all know that the next champion is the Hogwarts champion.

The silence was mixed with the intense beating of the heart. Everyone held their breath and stared closely at the Goblet of Fire that began to turn red.

The burnt parchment flew out again.

Dumbledore caught it and when he saw the name clearly, he couldn't help but smile with relief and appreciation.

"The third warrior represents Hogwarts - Cedric Diggory!"

The old man's voice was slightly excited.

The audience was quiet for a moment, and then, as if they had just come to their senses, they burst into applause that could knock down the ceiling of the auditorium.

Maybe there are other voices among them, but what remains unchanged is the heartfelt blessing.

The little Hufflepuff badgers lost their usual leisurely attitude and jumped up excitedly, stamping their feet and clapping happily, cheering for Cedric.

Those are the warriors of Hogwarts, and even more so, their Hufflepuff warriors.

At the teachers' table, the gentle Dean Sprout couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. He looked at Cedric who stood up with relief and applauded him from the bottom of his heart.

The deans and professors who were close to each other sent their blessings one after another, and she accepted them for Cedric with a smile.

With everyone's warm applause and blessing, Cedric walked towards the teacher's desk step by step.

Facing the smiles of the professors, his firm figure disappeared behind the door.

The raucous applause lasted for some time before Dumbledore got the situation under control.

"Now, the warriors of the three schools have been selected, next-"

His voice stopped suddenly, and his eyes were fixed on the Goblet of Fire. It was obvious that something happened in the Goblet of Fire that was beyond his expectation.

Everyone followed his gaze and saw the Goblet of Fire turning into red flames and the parchment flying out.

Dumbledore's eyebrows twitched, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to catch the note, with the expression on his face fixed in surprise and astonishment.

"Harry...Potter." He slowly read the name on the note.

Different from the fierce applause just now, this time the auditorium was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Questioning eyes and repulsive eyes fell on Harry who was still confused. Even Ron next to him stared at Harry with an incredulous look.

Harry looked around blankly and faced Dumbledore, who was looking at him sternly. He wanted to shake his head in denial and explain that he didn't put the note in.

But his mouth seemed to be stuck with something and he couldn't spit out a word. Naturally, he couldn't defend himself.

Professor McGonagall did not believe that Harry had sent the note, and would not allow her students to participate in such a dangerous event as the Triwizard Tournament at such a young age. After being stunned for a moment, she came to Dumbledore and whispered, proposing this Times of paper do not count.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed, but he did not agree with Professor McGonagall's suggestion, and just broke the silence lightly.

"Go ahead, Mr. Potter."

Harry stood up helplessly and looked around, but found that no one around him trusted him, and the eyes that looked over him all had a stinging sense of prying eyes.

This scene seemed to bring him back to the isolation and helplessness he felt in the second grade. He subconsciously looked at Asseth at the teacher's desk.

Aces looked calm, neither raising his head nor looking at him, showing the indifference of being aloof from the incident just like that day in the principal's office.

Harry didn't move for too long, and Hermione pushed him to get up first.

He staggered out of his seat and walked towards the door behind the teacher's bench while facing everyone's gaze.

The eyes from all directions seemed to be a silent condemnation. He didn't look away the whole time, only staring at the floor, not daring to look at other people's expressions.

Snape glared at Harry as he walked past him, the cold anger in his eyes almost becoming substantial.

If there weren't so many people here, the snake king's venom would have sprayed out.

Asseth held his hand under the table and rubbed it gently, gently and patiently calming the Snake King's anger.

After walking through the door, Harry came to a room with many portraits. The three warriors just selected were gathered around the fireplace, waiting for the next instruction.

The people inside were disturbed by his movements and looked over one after another. Furong curled her blond hair with her fingers, with a little doubt on her face.

"What's going on outside?"

Facing Fleur's question, Harry opened his mouth. He didn't know how to explain his appearance here, so he could only remain silent.

"He is also a warrior, the fourth contestant."

After setting up the scene, Dumbledore walked in from the outside and explained to the silent Harry.

Everyone's expressions changed at the same time.

The blond hair wrapped around her fingertips slipped, and Fleur smiled slightly, as if she heard some joke.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, stop joking."

Although the other two warriors did not speak, they stood behind Furong, obviously not believing it.

"I also hope it's a joke." Dumbledore muttered in a low voice, then said helplessly, "But the Goblet of Fire did choose him."

"He knew right away he was underage."

It was Fleur who spoke, and her raised eyebrows made her look arrogant and disdainful.

"Principal Dumbledore, not everyone can participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

Dumbledore was helpless, he didn't want to do this, but that was the fact.

"Albus, I think we need to talk."

The closed door opened, and a large group of people walked in from the outside. As soon as they arrived, everyone gathered around the helpless Harry to look at him.

The tall Ms. Maxim used her height advantage to overlook Harry from a high position.

"Mrs. Maxim, Principal Dumbledore said that this little boy is the fourth contestant. Is this true?"

Madam Maxime gave Fleur a reassuring look and continued to question Dumbledore.

"Albus?"

Karkaroff found the right moment, roughly pulled Harry and lifted his hair.

Before he could get angry at Fleur's little boy comment, Harry felt pain coming from his forehead.

"hiss--"

Seeing the scars on it clearly, Karkaroff's expression suddenly became dull, his pupils trembled slightly, and there was a hint of fear and complexity.

"Igor."

Spotting Karkaroff's movements from the corner of his eye, Dumbledore immediately stopped him.