war and peace

The rest of the night and the next day were the same as before—this meant Tom.It made Harry feel both thankful and odd.Thankfully Voldemort wasn't angry, and that's what was weird about it.This is very unusual... Harry thought.

The next day is Halloween.But Hermione and Tom were hard-working students who wanted to spend all their free time in the library, and Harry had to study together.When they were having breakfast, Fred and George, who drank the aging potion, tried to throw their names into the Goblet of Fire, but unfortunately they were thrown out by the golden thread drawn by Dumbledore, and a splotch grew on their chin. Big white beard.

Until the dinner, the Gryffindor classmates were still talking about it.The twin brothers, who had their beards removed in the hospital, also laughed together.

"Wish it was our Gryffindors," said Fred, as Harry, Tom and Hermione sat down, "Angelina...Harry...either!"

"Me too, no Slytherins anyway!" George added.

Harry smiled.In terms of magic level and actual combat experience, he must be better than other Hogwarts students.Of course, Tom was an exception. If he signed up, maybe only Dumbledore would have a chance of defeating him.Harry couldn't help chuckling as he imagined Voldemort and Dumbledore meeting in the Triwizard Tournament.

"Harry, you don't look nervous at all," said Hermione, resting her hand near her plate, tilting her head slightly to look at Harry.

Harry hurriedly straightened his expression, "No." With so many people still watching, if something happens at that time, he will be ashamed and humiliated.

Hermione was amused by his mock seriousness. "Come on, you, do you think I don't know how much you have learned? If you want to say who is most qualified to be selected, it must be you."

Viktor Krum was two places away from them. Hearing this, he glanced over.Startled by her words, Harry hurried to look across to the Hufflepuff table.Fortunately, the Hufflepuff students were also discussing similar topics in full swing, and Hermione's voice was not too loud, so they didn't notice.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought of a question: "If... I mean if, I get picked, can you do me a favor, Hermione?"

"Of course." Hermione nodded without thinking, and then asked suspiciously, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Tom looked sideways at him too, obviously Hermione wasn't alone in this problem.Harry glanced at them both, then whispered something in Tom's ear.Hermione saw that Tom's face became stiff all of a sudden, and it took a long time before she said, "Then please, Hermione."

"What is it?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

"You'll know when the time comes." Harry sat up straight, staring intently at the big meals that appeared in front of him, seeming to have a sudden strong interest in them.

It was a good dinner, but few people seemed to be paying attention to it.When the plate was clean again, Dumbledore stood up.The auditorium was originally full of discussions, but they all disappeared immediately.After he finished the relevant precautions, he waved his wand, and the only light sources in the auditorium were the dim light of the candle in the pumpkin belly and the bright blue-white flame of the Goblet of Fire.

Everyone was staring at the Goblet of Fire that was bursting with sparks, and the auditorium was so quiet that one could hear the crackling of sparks that did not exist.The tongue of flame suddenly became longer, and the first half-burnt parchment flew out of the red flame, and then it returned to its original shape.

"The champion of Durmstrang is," Dumbledore read aloud, looking at the words on it by the firelight: "Victor Krum."

Applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium.Krum stood up, glanced at Harry who was applauding him, and walked forward to the back room.

A few seconds later, the Goblet of Fire spat out a second piece of paper. "The champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

When she also entered that room, the auditorium fell silent again.Then there's the Hogwarts warriors... the excitement and excitement in the air is almost as visible...

Dumbledore took the third piece of paper from the tip of the flame. "The hero of Hogwarts is," he said very clearly, "Harry Potter!"

Harry sat stunned, and suddenly found himself holding his breath involuntarily.It turned out that he was still looking forward to this moment, looking forward to being able to represent Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament with dignity.Several Hufflepuffs groaned loudly, but Harry didn't hear them.In fact, he didn't notice the excited faces of other people around him, the hands pushing him to stand up, and the deafening cheers.Harry just stood there, feeling the man give his hand a firm shake, then a gentle tug - and his feet began to move forward of their own accord.

Krum and Fleur were alone in the room when Harry entered, standing near the fireplace.Seeing that it was him, Fleur said happily, "It really is you, Ali." Krum seemed to want to say the same thing as her, opened his mouth, and finally nodded towards him.

"Uh..." Harry hesitated, should he say thank you now?

Fleur seemed to notice his unease.She flicked her long silver hair and walked towards Harry, "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Fleur Delacour." She stretched out a fair and beautiful hand as she spoke.

"Hello, Harry Potter." Harry shook her hand absently, and began to miss the warmth and strength of the other person just now.

At this time, the door was opened, and a group of people filed in.Ludo Bagman walked in the front, followed by Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch, Mrs. Maxime, and Professor McGonagall.The person Harry was thinking about also came in in the form of Professor Roald, and Professor Snape and Lestrange followed quietly behind him.

Harry watched eagerly.If it weren't for Voldemort's fault, he wouldn't have been able to participate in the Triwizard Tournament last time and this time; and this time, he replaced Cedric as the only Hogwarts warrior. effect.So in a way, he had to thank Voldemort...Harry was feeling the mood after the Quidditch World Cup final again.No, it's not the time yet, he suppressed his urge, in another year - in less than a year, he can do better...

Professor Roald was standing diagonally across from Harry, and he noticed that Harry was listening to Crouch's speech completely absent-mindedly, and his eyes were basically glued to his side.Well, he admits it quelled his hidden anger quite a bit, as did that bowl of fish soup, about how the other two warriors treated his boy differently.

Voldemort knew, of course, that boys didn't think otherwise of them, but he just couldn't stand someone getting too close to his boys - and that was a very broad definition.He thought of the conversation he had with the boy a month ago, the resolute look the boy looked at him... He must have noticed something, his boy has always been so sensitive... He was very moved, really, but it was himself Even if there are any consequences for the magic he used, he should bear it all. There is no reason to drag the boy to the bottom of the list...

The man named Roald who was actually the Dark Lord unconsciously clenched his jaw.So do it anyway, no doubt.In the worst-case scenario, he wished he could die completely, before he could see Harry give anyone else the expression that only he could see.He couldn't take it, and every time he tried, it always failed, like last Valentine's Day, or today.

Of course, until then, he will do everything in his power to prevent the worst from happening.

After Harry became a Hogwarts champion, it became difficult to find a quiet place to stay-Harry could only stay in the library all day, as if he was about to take root there.You can't stay in the common room, because there will always be people coming to congratulate him, or talking about everything about the game, and it is impossible to study or organize your thoughts.Although there were many more people in the library because Krum stayed there all day, but with Mrs. Pince present, those students were still restrained.

"I can't take it anymore!" It was Hermione who broke out first, and she closed the book irritatedly: "Can't that big fool stay on that big dark ship?"

Harry followed her gaze and saw Krum sitting there listlessly, with a gloomy expression on his face.It was probably because of this reason that his support team didn't rush forward like harassing Harry.Harry looked back at Hermione again, and suddenly had a brand new idea: Could it be that Krum came to the library every day because—he fell in love with Hermione at first sight?

After all, Hermione was a pretty girl, if she would spend some of the time she spent on her books getting dressed. "Come closer, Hermione," Harry said, berating himself for not remembering now as he fished his wand out of his trouser pocket.

"What's the matter?" Hermione sounded bad, she seemed quite upset by the chattering girls.She moved a little closer to Harry, though.

"Open your mouth."

"...Huh?" Hermione was stunned, what is this going to do?

"Yeah, keep it that way," said Harry, tapping his holly wand lightly, "zooming down...so back...well, it seems to be almost there."

Hermione stroked her lips dumbfounded. "Harry, what did you do...?" She trailed off slowly, with a dreamy expression of delight on her face, "My teeth..."

Tom's dark eyes looked over the top of his book, and then a look of doting and helplessness appeared.This kind of thing, the boy remembers clearly.

"If your parents disagree, say you were under a curse, and Madam Pomfrey cured you again," said Harry.If he remembered correctly, Malfoy's spell had hit Hermione last time, and she still seemed to prefer straight teeth; history had changed because of him, so it was up to him to fix that.

Both Hermione's eyes were shining brightly: "Seriously, you are too thoughtful, Harry! I'm so in love with you!" Now she completely forgot about the unpleasantness just now.

"Then don't," said Harry quickly, not wishing to drown in Voldemort's jealousy.Of course, neither does Krum's.

Before the routine wand-checking procedure before the match, it had never occurred to Harry that he would run into Rita Skeeter again.This time, if she dared to fabricate a tearful savior image for him, she would see how he would deal with her.Harry had had a lot of trouble with her, so he was very wary when he sat down at the velvet table.Sitting across from him was Krum, whose eyes occasionally fell on Harry and then immediately looked away, with a worried expression on his face.

Ollivander checked their wands one by one, and then a portly photographer wanted to take their picture, and Rita Skeeter still asked for a few more pictures of each of their warriors.Harry was disgusted to see the unnatural smirk on her face.

Sure enough, the next day's "Daily Prophet" published her report in a large space, with a rather large picture of Harry in the middle, with his expressionless face and only his eyes blinking.But unexpectedly, Rita Skeeter's comment on this was "coy, cautious", and said that Harry's participation in the Triwizard Tournament was "the pride of Hogwarts and will definitely bring great glory to Great Britain." Come to honor".Harry is praised throughout, and the names of the other two warriors are only mentioned in the last paragraph, and misspelled.

"Don't like Skeeter, huh?" Voldemort commented on the stern-faced photo of Harry, who was still in the office of his Slytherin-heavy Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Harry squinted at him. "You didn't play tricks in it, did you? She didn't devote herself to digging up the sad past of the Savior?"

"Sounds like you're looking forward to it." Voldemort put down the newspaper, put his fingers together on his chin, and looked at him with interest.

"Quite the opposite, not at all." Harry denied without hesitation.He could see that this matter must have been ordered by Voldemort.He saw that Voldemort was in a pretty good mood, and rolled his eyes, "In this case, can you do me a favor?"