The Charles Becomes a Wizard

No matter how strong Professor McGonagall's opinion was, there was no way to change the final result.

Harry still has to participate in the competition as a contestant.

After this decision was announced, Harry's situation at Hogwarts became worse again.

Almost no one in the whole school was willing to talk to him properly except Hermione and Neville Longbottom, and his best friend Ron Weasley had a quarrel with him on Halloween night.

Like everyone else in the school, Ron Weasley believed that Harry had found a way to put his name in the Goblet of Fire. He felt that he had been deceived and that Harry was too eager to show off and that was why he refused to put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

Harry found Ron Weasley's thoughts puzzling and was also disappointed in his good friend. He didn't expect that his best friend was unwilling to trust him.

So after Halloween, even though they lived in the same dormitory, they never spoke to each other again.

Harry, who was looked down upon and ridiculed, could only try to find a quiet place to rest during his break.

Slytherin common room.

"Hey, Charles, what do you think of this?" Bryce handed the medal in his hand to Charles.

This is a medal with changing patterns. There are two patterns in total. One is the portrait of Cedric Diggory with "Cedric Will Win" written on the background. The other is Harry's face with the slogan "Potter Stinky Shit" written on his face. The contrast between the two patterns is particularly sharp.

"Um......"

A bit ugly.

This was Charles' first reaction when he received the medal.

"Where did this come from?"

"Draco did a good job, didn't he?"

Ciel: ???

Is Draco so free?

And they were in the same dormitory, how come he didn't know when Draco did it?

"Just made it today. Almost everyone in Hogwarts has one now." Blaise shrugged and showed him the medal on his chest. "This one is yours."

Charles didn't care about this matter like the other animals, and he didn't want to wear this medal that didn't suit his aesthetic taste, so he began to quietly change the subject.

"Where's Draco?"

"I don't know either." Blaise lazily leaned on the sofa, "Maybe he went to the campus to admire his "masterpiece"?"

"You know, he's always happy to see the golden boy get humiliated."

Just as Blaise guessed, Draco, who had distributed the medals, was taking a few people for a "walk" around the campus. Looking at the medals on the little animals, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and he was so happy in his heart.

Then he met Harry, who was in a particularly heavy mood after learning the content of the first game from Sirius.

"Hey, Potter." Draco crossed his arms and raised his chin arrogantly. "I made a bet with my father. I bet you can't last ten minutes on the court."

"He disagreed. He said you can only stay for five minutes at most."

"I don't care what you think, and I don't care what your father thinks!" Harry said loudly. The complex and dark emotions that had been suppressed in his heart all these days seemed to have finally found an outlet.

"Do you like the gift I prepared for you, Potter?" Draco ignored Harry's anger and winked at Crabbe beside him.

Crabbe took a step forward and held up the medal on his chest to show Harry. He had a malicious smile on his chubby face: "Potter, you stinky shit, you really stink."

After he said this, the crowd around him burst into laughter.

"Malfoy, you poor wretch!" Harry stepped forward and pushed Draco's shoulder, but his physical fitness was obviously not as good as Draco, who had undergone nearly a year of physical training under Sebastian. Not only did he not push Draco, but he took a few steps back.

"Poor creature?" Draco raised one eyebrow and said to the people around him in a surprised tone: "Look, Potter actually used this word to describe me!"

The people surrounding Draco laughed again.

Pitiful?

Do not make jokes.

If Draco Malfoy can be called "pitiful", then there are probably few people in this world who are not pitiful.

"I am a Malfoy, a Malfoy with both a father and a mother. Everything I have had since I was a child is beyond the imagination of some unwelcome orphans who live under the care of others."

"Pathetic? Humph," Draco looked at Harry with contempt, "I think this word is just right for you. With such a fragile physique, I'm afraid even your legs will be limp when you get on the field. Scarhead, you must hold on a little longer, and don't let me lose the bet between my father and me."

"Malfoy you..." The tongue-tied Harry was so angry at Draco that his chest heaved violently. If glares could kill, Draco would probably have been torn into pieces.

Draco, who had never known what "enough is enough" meant, was even happier to see him getting so angry. He curled the corners of his lips nonchalantly.

"Me? What's wrong with me? Merlin's torn fishnet stockings, Scarhead, are you going to become a stutterer?"

"I'm telling the truth. Didn't you tell the reporter these things yourself?"

"By the way, what did the report say?"

Before the little snakes could speak, someone from the crowd standing nearby interrupted: "The shadow of his past was like a ghost in his eyes, and he was trying hard to hold back his tears..."

"Enough!" Harry shouted angrily.

That woman, that nasty reporter! She and her quill were full of lies!

Rita Skeeter, a reporter who interviewed the champions of the Triwizard Tournament for the Daily Prophet, used a lot of unrealistic and sensational words in her report to portray Harry as a liar who was greedy for attention because of his lack of care since childhood.

It was because of that report that the animals' hostility towards Harry increased, and his situation at Hogwarts became particularly difficult.

"Hey, Potter, are you crying?" a little snake said sarcastically.

"Oh, our golden boy must need more attention now." Draco raised his hand to cover his mouth. "Everyone, look over here quickly, or the stinky shit will start crying soon!"

"What are you doing!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the crowd, and the surrounding animals froze and made way.