HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

"Now is the moment of great anticipation! The Warrior Selection will be announced tonight!!"

Dumbledore announced loudly, and everyone in the hall looked at the Goblet of Fire on the podium excitedly.

"The champion of Durmstrang is... Viktor Krum!"

The crowd applauded, and Krum looked at Hermione amid the cheers. He smiled and waved at her before walking towards the podium.

After shaking hands with Dumbledore, he walked towards the warriors' waiting room.

"The champion of Bubbaston is Fleur Delacour!"

Amid the cheers of the crowd and the whistles of some boys, Fleur smiled at Qiu beside her, walked up to the podium, shook hands with Dumbledore, and then walked into the waiting room.

"The champion of Hogwarts is Cedric Diggory!"

As soon as Dumbledore's voice fell, Lester cheered. He patted Cedric's shoulder excitedly and said loudly: "Wuhu!! I knew you could do it!"

Cedric smiled modestly and nodded, glancing in the direction of Slytherin before walking up to the podium.

Before walking into the waiting room, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Slytherin. Seeing Wuyou still staring at Harry in a daze, Cedric couldn't help feeling a little lost.

She didn't even congratulate me.

"Great! Now the three warriors have come out! But in the end, only one person can gain eternal glory! The Tri-Strong Cup! The best..."

Before Dumbledore could finish his words, the Goblet of Fire exploded and spit out a piece of paper from the flames.

Everyone looked at this scene in confusion. Dumbledore took the note and after his mind raced, he shouted, "Harry Potter!"

Harry pointed at himself in confusion: "???"

Ron frowned and asked: "No? Why didn't you tell me that you did such a big thing?!"

Harry was so confused that he couldn't speak clearly. He kept talking for a long time before he finally said, "It's not me? I'm with you every day, don't you know?"

When Dumbledore shouted for the second time, Hermione pushed him out with an anxious and helpless look on her face. Harry was so confused that he walked to Dumbledore with his left foot on his right foot. After taking the note, he walked towards the waiting room nervously.

"He cheated!"

"Merlin's stinky cheese! He's not even 17!"

Draco also frowned and said in disbelief: "What is Scarhead doing?! How did he do it??!"

Pansy also looked at Harry's back in confusion. Blaise raised his eyebrows casually and said, "I hope he can live well. It's ok that he is only a fourth grade this year, and he is the last in the fourth grade. He really has no courage."

Luo Yunchi clicked his tongue twice, and suddenly shouted, "Holy crap! This is awesome! This is incredible! He is a role model for our generation!"

Luo Yunchi's different attitude instantly attracted the attention of others. He was puzzled for a moment and then asked, "What's wrong? A half-baked fourth-grade student easily crossed Mr. Dumbledore's age circle and even surpassed a magical artifact like the Goblet of Fire. Isn't this amazing enough?"

Professor McGonagall stood on the podium and coughed twice and said, "Mr. Luo, please be careful with your words."

Luo Yunchi smiled at Professor McGonagall and nodded, "Sorry, Professor, I was really too excited."

The questions he raised also reminded everyone that how could a student like Harry, who always skirted the rules when doing homework and taking exams, get such great abilities?

Ron also scratched his head and looked at Hermione and asked, "I think I'm a little convinced that Harry doesn't know. I dare say his spell ability is as bad as mine. He can't solve such a complicated problem!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and responded, "If you ask me, you not only have a good eye, but also a good brain. Didn't you see Harry's expression just now?! He was obviously more shocked than anyone else!"

Ron pouted in frustration and could only turn his head away and rub his hands to hide his embarrassment.

Wuyou looked at Harry's disappearing back, and her gaze turned to her fingertips tapping the table. Every time she tapped, a snowflake appeared on the table. Every time a snowflake appeared, she broke it, and every time a snowflake was broken, a new one condensed.

The broken snowflakes turned into water vapor and melted into the surrounding air. The broken ending slowly recovered under her hands...

I wonder how long Voldemort's mini version can withstand? Will he be killed directly or "tie up" the Ministry of Magic to face off?

Harry stood inside awkwardly, not knowing how to face the other three warriors. They looked at Harry in confusion, and before they could ask what was going on, a noisy quarrel was heard outside the door.

Dumbledore rushed into the waiting room and looked at Harry anxiously and asked, "Harry! Did you sign up secretly?!"

Harry shook his head in horror and said, "I don't have any sir!"

"Didn't you ask someone to help you?!"

"I promise sir!"

The other two principals disagreed and retorted, "Impossible! He's lying!"

Moody snorted and said, "That's a magical artifact! It would take a very powerful Confounding Charm to obscure it. There's no way a fourth-year student like him could do it!"

Karkaroff narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Really? It seems you've put a lot of thought into this."

Moody also waited for his response and said, "Don't forget what I did before. I also know the way dark wizards think!"

Dumbledore hurriedly separated the two and said loudly: "Okay, now is not the time to talk about this!"

After saying that, he looked at Barty Crouch and said, "It's up to you to decide, Barty."

Barty Crouch took a deep breath and said, "We must abide by the rules. The choice of the Goblet of Fire is subject to magical constraints. Mr. Potter has no choice. From tonight on, he is the champion of the Triwizard Cup..."

After the warriors left, Dumbledore discussed the follow-up of the incident with McGonagall, Snape, and Moody. Dumbledore agreed with Snape's suggestion to take advantage of the situation.

Mag said in disbelief: "How can this be possible?! He is a child! Not a piece of meat!"

Even though Professor McGonagall strongly disagreed, she could not change the outcome.

Dumbledore returned to his office in a distracted mood. Just as he finished eating a lemon snowman, someone knocked on the door.

Dumbledore was puzzled for a moment and then said, "Come in."

After opening the door, Wuyou walked in with a smile. Dumbledore's eyes flashed with surprise, and he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Mavis? What can I do for you?"

Wuyou nodded and sat down on a stool beside him in a familiar manner, then said, "Good evening, professor. I'm here to help."

Dumbledore looked at her, sat down and waved his hand, and a cup of Dumbledore-flavored black tea appeared on the table next to Wuyou.

"Tell me, kid, how much do you know?"

Wuyou nodded and smiled: "I know just enough to help you."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and motioned for her to continue. Wuyou placed her hands on the table and tapped it lightly, saying, "There are several Death Eaters in Hogwarts. They are helping Voldemort."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wuyou solemnly and said, "Ms. Changsun, this matter is very serious. I hope you are not joking, and Voldemort is dead."

Wuyou responded calmly, "If you say he's dead, it's just to deceive other people. I know he won't die, at least not until his Horcruxes are destroyed."

Hearing that she knew about Horcruxes, Dumbledore immediately became serious: "How do you know about Horcruxes?"

Wuyou smiled and replied, "Perhaps you have heard of China's future-seeing technique? I got this opportunity by chance. Twenty years of life allowed me to obtain some information, information about my friends, about Voldemort, or about Tom Riddle. Although it is not correct, it is at least useful."

Dumbledore did not doubt the secret method she mentioned. It was just prophecy and divination. There was nothing to doubt about. What really puzzled him was whether what she said was true or false. Twenty years of life just for a group of friends in a foreign country?

Dumbledore was well aware of her intelligence, and the banner embroidered with the names of the four colleges was sent by him secretly.

"Rumors stop at the wise. Do your best and don't be afraid of what others say. Prejudice is nothing but a shackle that traps people. The four colleges together are the real Hogwarts!"

This sentence was indeed telling the students of Hogwarts to unite, but it also earned her the support and following of everyone, and even many professors praised her.

If her goal is just to make Hogwarts a better place, then of course it is extremely commendable. But if she has other ideas, I am afraid she will be more difficult to deal with than the previous one.

Even though she is as innocent and lively as a child most of the time, there are times when her eyes are really not as innocent as those of a teenager.

Although they are equally liked by every professor, they also attract pure-blood saints and call on other students.

But the most different and fatal point is that her ability and background are stronger than the previous one. She has power, connections and money from the beginning.

I have done my best, so why should I be afraid of what others say... Perhaps this sentence has a deeper meaning. Dumbledore stared at Wuyou, and the next moment Wuyou sat down with a smile. She took a sip of tea casually and said, "Professor, after so long, you still don't remember that Legilimency doesn't work on me."

Dumbledore curled his lips and smiled, spreading his hands and said, "Sorry, I just can't believe it."

Wuyou met his gaze and said, "Don't you believe that I would do this purely to help you?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and nodded. Wuyou continued to look into his eyes and said, "I am a Slytherin. Of course, I am not here just to help you win. The victory I want is for everyone I care about to live in peace and happiness. Otherwise, the foresight I gained at the cost of twenty dollars would be wasted."

Dumbledore looked carefully into Wuyou's eyes. He had that man's shrewdness and ambition, but his gloominess and cruelty were replaced by firmness and tenderness.

Wuyou saw his emotion and said, "I am willing to make an unbreakable oath with you. I will definitely help the Order of the Phoenix overthrow the rule of the Death Eaters. I hope they can live in the sunshine, and the storm of war should not trap them."

At this moment Dumbledore still chose to believe in love, and he was willing to give Wuyou the same trust as Snape.

“I believe you, because I think people who love each other won’t be cruel, so there’s no need for unbreakable vows.

We have no reason to trap you. China is where you belong, and you have the right to choose.

I just hope you won't help Voldemort, and if you can, continue to help Harry, he has been alone for a long time."

Wuyou nodded and responded, "I will."

After receiving his affirmative answer, Dumbledore smiled and sat back in his seat and said, "Great, then let's talk about what kind of help you are talking about?"

Wuyou narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Okay, then I want to tell you part of it, and I will tell you the rest when the time comes. After all, if you are not sure what to do in the future, just do it again according to the original method, right?"

Dumbledore nodded and motioned for her to continue. Wuyou smiled and sat back on the stool: "There is indeed a conspiracy in the Triwizard Tournament. Voldemort was resurrected not long ago, but his physical condition is not satisfactory now. I am afraid that his whole body weighs less than 7 kilograms, which is more fragile than a newborn baby.

He would use the Triwizard Tournament to obtain an ugly skin, and then lead the Death Eaters to crawl in secret, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Now just follow your plan and don't alert the enemy. I will tell you the turning point when the time comes!"

Dumbledore took a sip of tea and asked, "How do you know he has been resurrected? Is there any basis for this?"

Wuyou spread his hands and said, "Several months ago, an old man died in a house. I think you should know that he died because of the Avada Kedavra curse, right? The Kedavra curse was cast by a Death Eater, and Voldemort was resurrected at that time. The old man thought someone broke into the house he was guarding, but he didn't expect that he could never come down after going up."

Dumbledore asked in confusion and curiosity: "It is true, but this is a secret of the Ministry of Magic. Did you foresee this?"

Wuyou smiled and said, "This is indeed unbelievable, but I just know it."

Dumbledore thought for a moment and asked, "How much do you know about him?"

Wuyou waved his hand and replied, "Not much, except that he is the son of Merope Gaunt and Tom Riddle, and grew up in the Wu Orphanage in London.

Later you took him to Hogwarts, and I have no idea what happened in between. I only know that he made Horcruxes in order to achieve immortality and turned himself into a fool.

Finally, he heard the prediction of the Divination Professor. When he was rushing to kill Harry, he was killed by Lily Evanson, er... Lily Potter. That's all I know about his previous information."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You know quite a lot. These things are just a little less than what I know."

Wuyou smiled and replied: "Knowing yourself and knowing your enemy will ensure victory in every battle. You know his past, and I know his future. The perfect victory will eventually belong to us!"

Dumbledore smiled, stood up, patted Wuyou on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, I believe you. If you have nothing else to tell me, then it's time to say good night."

Wuyou nodded and said, "Then please pay attention to Mr. Barty Crouch. His life may be in danger in the near future."

Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief after hearing the latter words. Wuyou's words scared him. At first he thought there was something wrong with Barty Crouch.

After Wuyou stood up, Dumbledore couldn't help but ask, "Do you know who the Death Eaters of Hogwarts are?"

Wuyou nodded and responded, "They won't act rashly, nor will they harm students to alert the enemy. You just need to treat them normally. But you can't tell anyone about our conversation tonight, including Professor Snape!"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "No problem."

Wuyou smiled, waved and said, "Good night, professor!"

After saying that, he walked out of the office. Dumbledore turned around and touched the jade bracelet that Wuyou had given him. A surge of spiritual power instantly made him feel at ease.

Ever since he got this bracelet, he seldom eats sweets. After all, the bitterness in his heart is covered up by it, so why does he need sweets to relieve the bitterness?

After Dumbledore's tooth decay was reduced, he no longer needed to steal Madam Pomfrey's potions as often, and Madam Pomfrey was happy about this for a long time.