war and peace

The author has something to say: Solution to the title: "There is a proverb of "a hundred people, all kinds of sex".It is said that when many people gather together, there are all kinds of people.It can also mean that there are all kinds of talents and it is easy to do things; it can also mean that there are so many problems that it is difficult to solve.

The fourth chapter is over~

"Actually, I'm ready, 'The Burning Shrieking Shack', or the 'Collapsed Shrieking Shack'..." Hermione said so on the way back, looking at Harry and Tom in turn, with suspicion in her expression , "I don't see any of the results? Is this normal?"

Harry looked at Tom too, wondering about that question too.

"I can only say that Sirius Black really loves you." Tom, who was stared at by two people at the same time, expressed no pressure. "If we weren't in this life-and-death relationship, I think he'd show me something."

"What life-or-death relationship?" Hermione stood still.

Harry just remembered that Hermione didn't know about their soul problem yet.He briefly stated the result, and briefly mentioned the reasons for the previous split.But looking at Hermione's pensive expression, Yoo Mo may not have guessed it.

"He thinks so, but we all know that the current Dark Lord is not something he can handle alone." Hermione said unhappily. Still sober. "It's impossible for you to do anything to him," she looked at Harry to express the reason, "so how did you let the irritable Sirius calmly accept this fact? He can't easily believe you, more than ten years... ..."

But you accepted it very calmly at the beginning, and have you noticed that you are not polite to Voldemort now!Harry squeezed a cold sweat in his heart for Hermione.But Tom didn't seem to notice Hermione's rushing tone at all, and replied lightly: "A spell."

"Spell?" Hermione frowned.She wanted to ask something more, but they had already walked to the front of the castle, and there were more students around.Tom glanced at the girl who kept her mouth shut. He liked smart people.

The spell... Harry somehow thought of Tonks back then.There was also Sirius' explanation to him that when a person's inner feelings change drastically, the appearance of the patron saint will change accordingly... He suddenly understood Sirius' reaction.No one can cheat on the Patronus Charm...

"Tell me, you didn't show him a kitten, did you?" Harry asked hopelessly.His Animagus has always been a pain in his heart... The concealment is not bad, but it is too intimidating.He still doesn't understand why he didn't become a stag like his father...

"It's changed before that," Tom reminded him amusedly.It was scary enough that the Dark Lord's Patronus wasn't a snake, and then turned into that cute cat...he didn't even want to assume that happened, luckily.

"So... that's a deer?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief, thinking "before" belatedly.He smiled, which again proved that the people he believed were right.

Hermione's eyes rolled slowly as she listened to their conversation... She thought she knew what the spell was.

In May, the weather was fine, and there was not a single cloud on the clear blue sky.Everyone seemed to be in a better mood with the brighter weather, most notably Potions Professor Snape.He seemed to be in a much happier mood now than he had been a while ago, but it didn't mean that he had returned to the state when he was picky about Gryffindor in the first place, and his attitude in class was much gentler.

"Could it be that Professor Snape finally figured out that he was too partial before?" Neville asked suspiciously during dinner one time.Although this is a good thing, the number of mistakes he made has decreased significantly, but Professor Snape's mood has changed too much recently, with ups and downs, he is really guilty.

"You don't know that, Neville." Fred sat down beside him carelessly, "everyone has spring."

"Spring?" Neville repeated, obviously not understanding.

"It's like beautiful flowers, sweet candies, cute girls floating around like butterflies..." George explained kindly to him, and then frowned: "To be honest, I thought that old bat would only Appreciate the dark potion."

Hearing this, Harry swallowed a mouthful of pumpkin juice and didn't spit it out, his face turned purple.Hermione stretched out her hand to comfort him, and then glared at George: "Seriously, George, it's inappropriate for you to say that, after all, Professor Snape is..."

"Oh, I promise, if he doesn't deliberately deduct points from Gryffindor in the future, Fred and I will stop calling him nicknames, okay?" George saw that Hermione had a tendency to start preaching , said hastily.No matter what, let her shut up first, everyone knows that Hermione will never stop nagging until she achieves her goal.

"You'd better remember what you said." Hermione, who was interrupted, was a little annoyed, but said nothing more.

Harry felt that there were basically a few reasons for Snape's mood changes, the Order of the Phoenix, the Death Eaters, and their relationship... Maybe Voldemort's attitude was also included.Because of Voldemort, the current situation should be that the Death Eaters have the upper hand; that is to say, it must be Voldemort who did something, or he made someone do something, anyway, it cannot be separated from him.But the effect seemed to be good, and Harry didn't intend to pursue the problem too hard.If Voldemort wanted him to know, sooner or later he would.

In such an atmosphere, the competition time for the third event is approaching.Harry took the final exam, and although the Warriors could skip it, he thought he was ready for the maze.Professor McGonagall originally wanted to persuade him, but when she found that Harry was indeed confident, she smiled gratifiedly.

After breakfast on June 6, Harry met Sirius in a conference room off the Great Hall.Relatives of the Warriors were invited to watch the last game, and it was naturally impossible for the Dursleys to come.

"It's a good thing he didn't come," Sirius said, looking around, then whispering in Harry's ear.He is still resentful to this day, why is his godson so unlucky?What is the soul connection with Voldemort?Although he was not as excited as he was three months ago, he still wanted to solve the situation very unwillingly.

Harry couldn't laugh or cry.He thought he'd better not remind Sirius that Voldemort spent at least half his time at Hogwarts.Leaving aside the class, they are still roommates in the same dormitory. "I was going to tell you about it after the game, but now..."

"Interview? I thought you meant writing letters..." Sirius frowned, then stared at him closely: "You seem to have known that they would invite relatives?"

"Uh, yes," Harry realized that he was always showing his feet unknowingly, and hurriedly remedied: "Isn't there such a thing in the regulations of the Triwizard Tournament?" He sincerely hoped that Sirius would never investigate this matter. thing.

"Oh," Sirius' expression became more convinced, "I heard that the last project is a maze, are you confident?" There must be an explanation for Voldemort's matter, but let's solve the problem of the competition first.

"I don't think it's a problem," Harry replied quickly, "after all, it's been so long since I've been tutoring..."

Sirius' face darkened quickly.He had praised Professor Roald back then, and he wished he had never said those words.

"Really, he taught very well." Seeing his godfather's expression, Harry couldn't help but put in a good word for Voldemort.

Sirius looked at him and sighed deeply. "I don't know how this happened..." He said hesitantly, "It's not that I don't believe you... After all, Regulus also said it, it was me who refused to let go of my prejudice and give him a chance to prove all this ...But if you think about it this way, I'm really sorry for James and Lily...I'm not good at being a godfather!" He slammed his fist on the wall, causing everyone in the room to look at him in surprise.

Harry pursed his lips at him, feeling that something needed to be done to save his godfather from the guilt.He had promised his parents that he would no longer use the soul-returning stone ring, but if he let them meet Sirius, they should be happy, right? "Listen to me, Sirius, don't get excited." He lowered his voice and began to pull his godfather out, "This is not your responsibility... Besides, my parents already know about it..."

"What did you say? They already know? It's impossible! It's impossible!" Sirius jumped up excitedly. Harry had never seen his eyes widen before, and he almost shook his shoulders desperately.As soon as they reached the door of the room, the sound was so loud that everyone else stared at them with dumbfounded eyes.

Harry rubbed his forehead, didn't he say don't get excited? "Let's go, let's talk in another place." He couldn't help quickening his pace, dragging Sirius away from those astonished eyes.

The effect is obvious.The most obvious point is that even Hermione, who wanted to share their answers to the History of Magic with them, noticed Sirius's disorientation. "What's the matter with him?" Hermione asked Harry, leaning forward over the dinner table.Sirius was slicing across the tablecloth at this moment, his steak still lying nicely on the plate.

"He just needs a little time to get used to it," said Harry, snapping the knife out of Sirius' hand and shoving him a large stack of bread.However, judging by the way he stuffed it into his mouth completely mechanically, he probably wouldn't feel any pain even if he bit his finger.

Hermione thought he meant eating at the same table as Voldemort, and she looked at Sirius worriedly. "Is there really no problem?"

"Actually, I thought he was going to jump on me and growl, the least," said Tom, giving Harry a meaningful look.

Hermione looked more worried. "To be honest, I think so too...Sirius is so abnormal..."

Sirius's sluggish look didn't recover a bit until Bagman was about to take away the warrior first. "Come on, Harry!" he said, glancing over Harry and Tom, and managed to lose himself in thought again.

It didn't take long for everyone to gather on the Quidditch pitch.It had been turned into a field for the third event, with black hedges twenty feet high.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! Harry Potter - 100 points, far ahead of No.1, Hogwarts School!" Bagman cast another booming voice at himself.As soon as he finished speaking, the applause and cheers from the stands startled the birds in the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky. "Victor Krum - 80 points, No.2, Durmstrang College!" There was another burst of applause. "Fleur Delacour——No.3, Beauxbaton College!"

Harry could make out Hermione, who was applauding him desperately.Sitting next to her, Sirius still seemed to be in a mixture of shock and daze.Tom on the other side applauded unhurriedly, and when he saw Harry's gaze sweeping over, he raised the corner of his mouth towards him.

After Bagman's first whistle, Harry ran into the hedge.It was getting dark, and fluorescent flashes were definitely required.There were small traps on the periphery of the maze. He unceremoniously put a deadbolt on an elf blocking the way, and then cast a petrification spell; He caught it, and Harry cast the Cutting Charm quickly; and put out a small fire along the way, as if a fire snake had laid its eggs in the shadow of the bushes.

Suddenly a red spark rose in the sky.Harry, who was casting a direction spell, looked up, which meant that a warrior had given up the game, but he didn't know who.He was getting closer and closer to the center of the maze, as indicated by the size of the animals he encountered.

Hagrid's snails (which Harry was very glad he hadn't wasted time taking care of them this school year), were huge, hard gray shells - Harry let them float, aiming at the exposed belly was a coma the Golden Mist, which he now knew to be an anti-gravity spell, which he solved easily; a spider that seemed to have been bloated, and Harry was delighted to find that his Freezing spells were beginning to have a more than average effect as well. As a result, freeze that animal solidly.

Turning a corner, Harry saw a sphinx squatting in the middle of the road—a sphinx!This meant that he would soon reach his destination, and Harry couldn't help but quicken his pace.At this moment, a slight movement suddenly came from the fork on the other side.Harry clenched his wand tightly, turned his head to look, and suddenly felt that the blood in his whole body was frozen.

Voldemort lay there, his face gray and his eyes closed.There was a big gash in his chest, very similar to the wound caused by Shenfeng Wuying, but much deeper and longer.No blood was visible on his dark robe, but bright red liquid dripped on the back of his hand, which was very obvious.His yew wand was thrown aside, and the grass beneath him was stained brown.

For a split second, Harry's mind went blank and he just wanted to pounce.As he staggered and tripped over the fence, he finally remembered that he was still in the maze, that Voldemort was waiting outside for him to get out with the trophy, instead of lying here covered in blood. "Funny funny!" Harry calmed down and said the spell.The Boggart popped and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

This scene shocked him too much. When Bagman raised his hand high and announced that Hogwarts had won the Triwizard Tournament, and the audience cheered loudly, Harry It is almost impossible to remember how he passed the Sphinx and finally won the trophy.His eyes searched the stands, and then fell firmly on the man.That's just a Boggart, Harry thought to himself, who could hurt Voldemort like that?His worst fears will never happen...