[HP] Aunt of the Savior

There was no sound in the auditorium, and everyone stared at Dumbledore, as if they suspected that something was wrong with their ears.Harry looked dazed, thinking that he must have hallucinated just now.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore repeated, staring at the note in his hand. "The champion of Hogwarts is—Harry Potter. Please come here."

Harry couldn't help pinching his thigh, this was indeed not a dream. "But, how is this possible...I have never put my name in the Goblet of Fire...you know..."

Rarely, he felt at a loss for the situation in front of him. He stood up and stammered his excuses, looking at his friends and classmates for help.

However, all he saw was a shocked blank face, and no one in the auditorium seemed willing to listen to him.The entire auditorium was boiling, and many people were cheering and applauding, especially the Gryffindors. They seemed to think that there was no one more qualified to be a Hogwarts warrior than the boy who once escaped from the mysterious man people.There are also some people who are curious about how Harry threw the note into the Goblet of Fire. For example, the twins sitting opposite Harry leaned over and patted him on the shoulder and asked him how he did it.Others looked sullenly at him with suspicious eyes.

"Mr. Potter." Dumbledore's voice sounded again, which finally prompted Harry to walk mechanically across the long table to Dumbledore.Everyone sitting behind the teacher's table was also staring at him, and Harry looked at them one by one in bewilderment, until his caring eyes brought him back to his senses.He turned his head and glanced at the students discussing in the audience, knowing that they would not listen to his words so easily.So he took a deep breath, first added a "loud voice" to himself with his wand, and then said: "But the principal, I can't be this warrior!"

Harry didn't speak aloud, but his voice was so amplified by the charm that it sounded like a roar in a Great Hall.This made the auditorium finally quiet from the bustle just now, and everyone stared at Harry as if he spoke a language they didn't understand.

Harry, too, was taken aback by the effect of the spell, which he was using for the first time since he had learned it from Ludo Bagman, the game commentator at the World Cup!He hurriedly canceled the spell, and repeated what he had just said: "I mean, I can't be a Hogwarts warrior, I don't meet the age requirements to participate in the competition, and I didn't put my name into the flames cup."

There was talk again in the Great Hall, as though people were desperate for a discussion to digest what Harry had said.Harry noticed that many people looked at him with incredible eyes, as if he was particularly ignorant.This made Harry have to press his lips tightly in order not to refute them: Of course he knew what an honor it was to be able to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, but he didn't want to become a Hogwarts warrior in such a muddle, Suspected of violating regulations.

"Go through that door first, Harry." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at him. "Go ahead, Miss Delacour and Mr Krum are there too."

Harry felt as if something had been stuffed in his throat.He thought that Professor Dumbledore or other professors would stop this absurd thing from happening, but no one said anything.

"Anyway, be careful." Harry heard Professor Moody say that only when he passed in front of him. "It's very likely that someone wants to take the opportunity to harm you."

Harry hesitated and didn't know how to react. Professor Snape on the side had lowered his eyes since just now, his face was covered by his long black hair.This attitude made Harry feel a little annoyed. After listening to what Professor Moody said, he simply didn't look at Professor Snape, and strode into the small room.

When Harry entered the room, Beauxbaton's warrior Fleur Delacour and Durmstrang's Viktor Krum stood up at the same time.

"Are you a Hogwarts warrior?" Fleur looked at Harry suspiciously.Krum didn't speak, but it could be seen that he also had the same doubts. "What's your grade?"

"Fourth year." Harry heard himself reply in a stiff voice that didn't resemble his own.

Fu Rong widened her beautiful eyes: "But it is stipulated that only students over the age of 17 can participate! Madam Maxim, this little boy also wants to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

She asked the principals who had just entered for confirmation.

Mrs. Maxim, the principal of Beauxbatons, walked to Fleur's side, patted her on the shoulder lightly, and said in a strange tone: "Yes, this is the Hogwarts warrior—maybe Deng Bullido got that age line wrong."

"It's possible, ma'am," said Dumbledore modestly.

"Dumbledore, you know you're right." Professor McGonagall looked at Harry worriedly, which made Harry feel a little better. "Mr. Potter, you didn't ask the older students to put their names in the Goblet of Fire?"

Harry shook his head. "I never thought about participating in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Then in this way, all three warriors have been born!" Ludo Bagman didn't listen to Harry's objection at all.His voice sounded very cheerful, as if he was about to attend a big and lively party. "Harry Potter—" He strode over and pressed Harry on the shoulder, almost slapping him on the head. "Our youngest warrior, you are truly a brave Gryffindor! I wouldn't be surprised if you were chosen by the Goblet of Fire..."

"Oh, of course, of course, since Hogwarts itself doesn't mind letting a fourth-year student be a warrior, of course we don't have any objections. But if we knew the result, maybe we shouldn't spend so much time on it." It was spent on revising the bylaws and adding an age limit." Karkaroff twisted his goatee and said narrowly. "But since it's been decided, we don't need to change it. After all, this is the Hogwarts warrior personally selected by the Goblet of Fire, isn't it?"

Harry's heart sank.He finally understood why Madam Maxim and Karkaroff's attitudes were so subtle and did not object.Apparently they all felt it would be in their interest for a fourth grader to compete with their students.

"Wait a minute, I mean, I wasn't going to compete at all, I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire, it's not fair..." He repeated the sentence again, but now he felt that it was too weak.

"Haven't you guys considered why Harry Potter's name appeared in the Goblet of Fire?" Moody followed suit at some point, and he said in a rough voice, "This is very unusual, everyone knows three The competition is very dangerous, maybe someone wants to take the opportunity to kill him..."

"This idea is ridiculous." Karkaroff couldn't help snorting.

Barty Crouch, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.He was pale and looked tired. "Moody, I believe in your ability as an Auror in the past, but now I hope you don't put your ability in a superfluous place. We have done a lot of work, this game is very safe, and no one will be able to take the opportunity Kill someone."

"Crouch, I don't think like you. My job is to think about the worst possible situation." One of Moody's eyes stared at Crouch, while the other magic eye looked at Kaka. Karloff's direction, he looked very angry. "I know very well that your work policy is to rely on indulgence..."

Karkaroff's face suddenly turned ugly.Fortunately, Dumbledore stopped Moody from continuing: "Alastor!"

Moody reluctantly shut his mouth.Dumbledore turned to Harry: "I'm sorry, Harry, but I'm afraid you'll have to take part in the Triwizard Tournament. In any case, the Goblet of Fire chose you as a Hogwarts warrior, bound by a magical contract and unable to changing facts."

"But Professor..." Harry looked at Dumbledore in despair.Since entering Hogwarts, he had indeed experienced many adventures, which were no safer than the Triwizard Tournament, but none of the adventures was as passive as this one, and it also carried the honor of Hogwarts.

With a heavy heart, Harry shuffled back to the Gryffindor Tower with Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall didn't say anything along the way, but patted him on the shoulder in front of the portrait of the fat woman.

Before entering the common room, Harry was still hesitant to go to someone to discuss this matter, but when he entered the common room, he found that he could hardly find the opportunity to put on the invisibility cloak without being noticed by anyone out of the mix.

The Gryffindors were all huddled in the common room waiting for Harry, and there was a thunderous cheer as soon as they saw him enter, as if they had each cast the 'loud' spell.They were celebrating like crazy, draping the Gryffindor banner over him, and no one wanted to hear Harry say that he hadn't even planned to attend.

Harry was terribly annoyed, as if no matter what he said, people couldn't believe he hadn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire.Those who cheer him don't care if he has the ability to pass the seventh graders and compete with the other two schools.What's worse, he originally thought that at least some people in this world would be able to believe him and listen to him talk about the troubles and pressures of becoming a warrior, but things didn't seem to be as he imagined.

——Ron fell out with him because he became a warrior!

"I thought Ron should understand that I couldn't do that! And we were together all day, there was no way I could pass Dumbledore's age line, and there was no way I could go to some senior classmate to help me throw the name Into the Goblet of Fire!" Harry was angry at the thought of Ron's behavior last night.They had been friends since they were seven, and he couldn't believe Ron didn't believe him. "How can he think that I signed up for the Triwizard Tournament without telling him!? Just because I lied to him before?!"

This morning, Harry procrastinated and waited until everyone in the dormitory had left before getting out from behind the bed curtain. He didn't want to go to the auditorium, and he even avoided talking to Neville again, because he was afraid of hearing his trusted words again. Friends doubt themselves.Luckily, Hermione brought breakfast - she thought thoughtfully that he must not want to go to the auditorium at this time, which made Harry finally couldn't help complaining to Hermione.

Hermione could only tell Harry frankly that Ron felt jealous because Harry was showing off again rather than really disbelieving him, but this seemed to make Harry feel even more incomprehensible to Ron's thoughts.

But it was difficult for Hermione to explain in detail-in fact, she had a premonition since the summer vacation that Ron would explode unbearably sooner or later.As the youngest son of the Weasley family, Ron always lived in the shadow of his brothers, and as Harry's friend, he had to endure Harry's excellence, wealth and attention all the time.That kind of simple longing and envy can easily degenerate unconsciously into a kind of jealousy that you know you shouldn't but you can't restrain it.

In fact, Malfoy is not the only one who regards Ron and Neville as Harry's followers.Although Ron acted carelessly and never talked about those behind-the-scenes discussions, it didn't mean that he really didn't care at all.What's more, no matter who put Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire, the Goblet of Fire finally selected Harry as a Hogwarts warrior, which means that the Goblet of Fire also recognized Harry's excellence, which of course made Ron felt sour and thought "enough is enough".

Hermione decided not to tell all of these things she had noticed, though.Because before she came to Harry, she had discussed it with Neville, and they agreed that if Harry and Ron wanted to reconcile, they had to figure it out on their own.And they felt that Harry and Ron would get back together soon, just like Harry hid from Ron that he was friends with him as James, but Ron forgave Harry very quickly.

But they were too optimistic.

Hermione and Neville underestimated Harry and Ron's stubbornness this time, and neither of them wanted to talk to the other, which made Neville, who was in the same dormitory, feel extremely embarrassed.Harry knew that Neville must have put a lot of effort behind it, because by Friday, Ron's attitude seemed to have finally loosened a bit, and he and Harry sat down next to a cauldron again, ready to cooperate.But when Colin Creevey came to Potions class to pass the word for Ludo Bagman that Harry had to accept the Daily Prophet's photo of the warriors, Ron's face hardened again.

Harry, who noticed this, packed his things angrily, and left the Potions classroom under the dissatisfied gaze of Professor Snape.Now, he didn't want to care about when Ron would stop being angry for such a stupid reason!

Colin would have liked to believe that Harry hadn't thrown his name into the Goblet of Fire, but that didn't cheer Harry up at all.Because Colin always firmly believes that choosing Harry is the most qualified student at Hogwarts to become a warrior, and this is what Harry feels the most troublesome about.The experience of meeting Wormtail last year made him realize the gap between himself and an adult wizard, allowing him to better maintain his sobriety amidst many compliments.

The Triwizard Tournament requires the warriors to face various problems independently. As long as Krum and Fleur are already in the seventh grade, Harry can't help but worry that he will lose in a mess on the field, and let himself and Hogwarts be at the same time. become the object of ridicule by others.

Ludo Bagman had summoned the warriors to have their wands examined by experts, but apparently the Daily Prophet was far more conspicuous than the wandmaker, Mr. Ollivander.

"I'm here to write an article for the Daily Prophet about the Triwizard Tournament. Hello, Mr. Harry Potter, I'm Rita Skeeter." A man in a magenta robe with perm hair The middle-aged witch with ugly curly hair pushed back her exaggerated jeweled glasses on the bridge of her nose, and raised her brightly painted lips. As soon as she saw Harry walking in, she immediately walked towards him, smiled and held out her hand.Her fingers were stubby, her long nails were painted as bright red as her lipstick, and she wore exaggerated rings.

"If you can, I'd like you to answer a few questions for me. Sorry, Ludo, can I take a moment of our youngest warrior's time to make my report a little more exciting? We need a quiet place first, not in Here..." She looked around as she spoke, as if trying to find a private space for Harry to be interviewed.

A sense of foreboding rose in Harry's heart.He had heard the name of Miss Rita Skeeter several times, which made him determined not to listen to her: "No, Miss Skeeter, I think we just have a few words here. gone."

Rita Skeeter looked down at Harry slightly, her glasses slid up the tip of her nose, as if to judge whether Harry was determined enough.In the end, she had no choice but to make concessions and said reluctantly, "Well then—"

She took the parchment and shorthand quill from the alligator clutch and set them aside to work.The reason why Harry reluctantly accepts her interview is entirely in the hope that the Daily Prophet will explain that he has not signed up for the Triwizard Tournament at all.But after a while, Harry discovered that the quill pen didn't care what he said at all, but expressed his boundless imagination with extraordinarily abundant emotion-Harry suspected that the pen was directly connected to Rita S. Kitna excels at imaginary brains.

Seeing that the sentences written under the quill were getting more and more outrageous, Harry finally couldn't resist pulling out his wand and casting a Freezing Charm on it, burning the messy parchment at the same time.

"Miss Skeeter, I think the career of a novelist is more suitable for you than a reporter. If you must continue to be a reporter, then you must first listen to what the people you interview are saying, and secondly, you must change to an honest quill."

Harry said bluntly.Seeing Rita Skeeter's face the same color as her gown made him feel better.Merlin, he's had enough these days.