[hp] stay out of it

My first reaction was that if I fell down in such a cheering and restless atmosphere, no one would have noticed. When I looked up, everyone, including Danqi, stretched their necks and looked at Dumbledore eagerly, thinking Know who the Hogwarts warriors are.

I calmed down after half a second, because I was still sitting here...I even subconsciously returned an encouraging smile to Bruce as he walked by.

"Heroes of Hogwarts..." Everyone held their breath.

——Why am I still sitting upright after such a big change...Bruce has become a warrior...

"It's Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore announced, and the Hufflepuffs erupted. The students in the other Houses were a little dumbfounded, but then cheered him on.

—Bold speculation, I thought, if I didn't take the initiative to change these things, wouldn't the sword of Damocles not fall?

The humming began again in the auditorium, and the Goblet of Fire protruded from the fourth parchment.

——Even if I have a close causal relationship with me, I can bypass the constraints of the rules.

"Harry Potter."

——I found a loophole!This is so exciting!What is the scope of this bypass?How much can I change?This world bound by the rule of iron chains seems to be open to me like never before!

I excitedly took out a pen and paper and started to calculate. My formula lacked a parameter involving depth. Before that, there were already 34 parameters and seventeen basic natural numbers in the formula.I was scribbling on the paper enthusiastically, and was hit by Danqi several times.

He took away my acting paper, I was stunned for a moment, and almost wrote on the table. "Harry! Look at Harry!" He nodded in the direction of Harry, who was walking blankly along the staff desk to the small room next door.

"What's wrong?" I was a little impatient, still staring at the paper in Danqi's hand.

"What's the matter?" He asked back, "He's your father's godson! Hey! He was chosen by that cup, don't you think it's dangerous?"

I shook my head. Ever since I discovered that there was a loophole in this rule, I suddenly became more enthusiastic about this world, so I decided to put aside the matter of formulas and whisper together with Benelli and Dan Qi.

Benelli touched his nose: "Vincent, I think, this is a bit wrong-on the issue of the savior Harry, I think that any strange things should be reconsidered. I don’t know.” The latter sentence is aimed at the comments of the people around them. They all feel disgusted by the fourth hero, thinking that he was elected as an extraordinary warrior by dishonorable means and obsession with showing off.

It's really easy to think about this matter clearly. If you keep calm, don't be jealous and sarcastic, and trust Harry, the smell of conspiracy will be smelled out immediately.And luckily, none of my friends are dumb.

I nodded, got up and moved slowly out of the auditorium with them among the noisy crowd: "It's okay, there are Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall... But maybe we should go and see him tomorrow." Then Happy to find that I had the idea of ​​reaching out to Harry and reassuring him without any issues.

Maybe right now Order is busy bringing Bruce's casting to order.I thought maliciously.

"Poor Potter, always being misunderstood." Benelli shook his head, and was about to say something, when suddenly the red-haired girl squeezed over and smiled at me excitedly.

I think the red hair of the Weasley family looks better.

Elaine pointed at Fleur, who looked so ugly at me (my heart tightened, and I felt very guilty, because she was not selected because of the Bruce who was recruited by me), she didn't say anything to belittle Fleur, But her expression was full of contempt, she smiled and said: "Bruce said he invited you to join the Trojan horse, but you are still thinking about it."

"What?" I said.My first thought was a malicious computer program.

"Trojan horse," she repeated happily, and looked around to see if anyone was listening, but everyone was clearly focused on the cunning Gryffindor, and no one was paying attention to the whispers here, Elaine Explained: "Our Anti-Pure-Blood League." She said the word "anti" softly, and the next words were even softer. "Our public members are all purebloods, to confuse those who are against - say, the Death Eaters in your country. That's what it means - Trojan horses, and the main force is that the non-purebloods are all in the shell Under the disguise, a fierce duel awaits."

I wasn't too impressed with this theory, so I pushed towards the opposite of Elaine, but still couldn't get rid of her. She followed up and said, "Bruce just asked me to tell you about this: After all our Trojan members discussed it, it was decided by I changed my own name on the parchment to Bruce's - because he didn't come - just in case. That decision seems to be very correct now, because he was held back by something, you I know, I didn't have time to sign up by myself - and thank you for finding him to remind the banquet to start."

Elaine passed up her chance just in case Bruce didn't sign up?I was amazed by the cohesion of these guys and their allegiance to Bruce. I accidentally stepped on the shoes of the fifth-grade senior Florette in front of me for the third time. Before I had time to say sorry, I heard Benelli ask in surprise: "Your wooden horse... Bruce How many Spartons are among your members?"

"Thirteen, except Fleur and her crybaby friend," Elaine smiled slyly, "We also developed a few Durmstrang students, you know, they can be killed by Grindelwald's group Enough torture, no?"

I just wanted to ask you how many unlucky people you found in Hogwarts. Elaine walked out of the castle surrounded by Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. She threw a sentence from a distance and yelled I only caught a few words in the environment: "Here... there is no... your territory."

"Oh, your turf," Benelli poked me happily, "Bless Vincent, this is his turf that cannot be violated."

Danqi mentioned the naming of the Trojan horse: "I don't think the reason Elaine explained is the point...Have you heard of the Trojan War?"

Helen, who is beautiful enough to start a war, is the Trojan horse that decides the outcome of a war...

It's really meaningful... We exchanged silent glances, and felt that no matter what the original intention of the Trojan Horse organization was, there was a wave of hysterical madness.

We were going to visit Harry the next day, we all guessed that he was being hit right now (I pretended to guess, but I really knew), but we were stopped by a Slytherin student on the way, He nonchalantly handed me a piece of parchment and left, and I untied the red thread in disbelief to find myself invited to Dumbledore.

The password is hip-hop hard candy, a name that sounds like you don't want to try it.

I waved goodbye to Benelli and Danqi, and they turned to the library. I set off with an incredible mood: the mysterious and tall principal's office, the small room always open for Harry, unexpectedly let me, an outsider Go, Merlin!I was anxious all the way, I don't think I can hide much from Professor Dumbledore in the sum of my two lives—an innate genius is a genius, and I, a person who is not good at communication, can't compare.

I sorted out my thoughts, and the questions that Professor Dumbledore may ask me are as follows: mother, father (——these two questions come from the similar appearance, and most of the professors in the past three years have politely refused to ask me about this problem), and the disappearance of the summer vacation (this question will tie into the previous two), or add that I kidnapped Bruce for a day yesterday (if the bloody Barrow did not keep the secret).

"Hip-hop hard candy." I read out the password, guessing what this Muggle-like thing with a name looks like, is it a sharp tool to help you rap?

After being allowed to open the door, I saw the phoenix first, no, to be precise, it is a phenix, a phoenix, compared to the Chinese auspicious bird Phoenix, this one is really ugly-even now it is probably a The most beautiful time in samsara - and functionally speaking, it is also very weak.Then I calmed down, and Professor Dumbledore stood up gently and shook hands with me, signaling me not to be too nervous, and sat down and spoke slowly.

The old man stared at me with wise and non-offensive eyes, and the gentle and inclusive atmosphere in the principal’s office made me feel relaxed—anyone who is upright and in need of help can seek his help. under the image, and now it seems to be true.

At this time, an abrupt and exaggerated voice suddenly came from the wall: "Oh, this child! Let me see, it is true! Excellent Black! Professor Dumbledore, you must educate him well, and don't let him grow up again. Crooked, like his naughty father."