[hp] Pure White Age

A strange feeling, as if a pair of eyes were watching him secretly, waiting to clear the way for him at just the right moment.It didn't feel right, especially when, besides the games, Sirius and the Pensieve were frequenting his dreams.

Harry tapped the ground with his wand, thinking of the secret Dumbledore had asked him to keep.Neville's parents, who were attacked after Voldemort's downfall, don't recognize Neville now.Which is worse, having parents who don't remember themselves or having both parents dead?Harry thought it was the latter, as long as he could actually touch them, even just once, he didn't care if they really remembered him.Maybe he should write a letter of apology to Sirius, and make an appointment at the next meeting in Hogsmeade...

【Hey!What are you doing! 】

[Oh sorry! 】Harry put away his wand and looked at the person in front of him in surprise, 【I was distracted, I'm really sorry. 】

[Then don't chant curses at the door. 】The pretty boy pointed to the books on the table with lingering fear, 【Wouldn't it be better to look at them? 】

If Ron was here, he would giggle behind him, and tell Hermione by the way: [You see that Harry has been tortured by you, he definitely needs to rest. ] Then they would both accept Hermione's eyes.Harry realized his lethargy, he shrugged: [Books don't fall into a coma. 】

[Kemen can't either. ] Lucian made a face at him, 【By the way, I can't either, your stun spell sucks. 】

【Yeah?I thought I practiced well. ] Harry glanced at each other irritably.He knew in his heart that he shouldn't talk to the boy like this. They had no grudges, and they didn't know each other enough to pretend.But today alone he couldn't be friendly.

Lucian sat down at an empty table noncommittally, and Harry wasn't sure if he saw concern in those blue eyes. [My dad taught me how to avoid spells. ] He said suddenly.

【what? 】

[Dodge the spell. ] Lucian repeated it slowly.

【... Do you mean responsiveness? 】

[No,] the boy shook his head, [I want to say focus.My dad said that in the Muggle world, someone can dodge a bullet at close range - you must know what a bullet is better than I do, right?My dad thinks that's the real game - self versus self, bullet trails are only visible to those who overcome their fear, maybe magic has trails too... Have you ever thought about that?Think magic with the knowledge of the Muggle world?My family is very interested in these, they subscribe to the Muggle newspaper. 】

[I still don't quite understand...]

[You look terrified, Harry. 】

There was a long silence in the classroom.Harry knew the boy was looking at him, in a very soft way.This eased the feeling of being pricked by needles, but he still felt hot on his face.

[I guess you are not confident enough about your identity.Everyone thinks you're special, but you feel like you're just an ordinary boy living in both the halo and the shadows.The luck you get doesn't help you find yourself, it pulls you further away from it, so you fear.Besides, you have no sense of belonging, you don't like your Muggle relatives, but staying here will have to face cruel realities, such as the death of your parents. 】

[I don't understand what you mean by saying this. 】Harry interrupted the other party coldly. [Does this help tomorrow's game? 】

[Compared to thinking wildly while chanting a spell at the door, I think so. ] Lucian raised his head, his non-aggressive face was full of strength at this time, 【I say this without any offense, I just feel... If someone can tell me something when I am in pain... such as "Life It’s easier than you think." Or "put aside the anxiety about fate and the sadness about the past for a while, and concentrate on doing the things in front of you."——I can suffer less psychological torture. 】

Harry wasn't sure what face to make, but he was sure he wasn't doing it right.Because Lucian suddenly burst out laughing: [Haha, you seem to be saying: "What does this guy who is laughing and working on unicorns all day long think he is talking about? How can he understand my feelings?"

Harry had no choice but to turn his head to one side in embarrassment.Lucian's shadow hangs beside him, and he doesn't notice that he's feeling better.

[I am a squib. 】

Harry opened his mouth wide in surprise.

【But they said you took Theodore Not...】

[I have my own methods, and many of them. ] Lucian added slyly.Harry didn't seem to fully accept his words, he opened his mouth but didn't make a sound, waiting for the boy's next words.

[…My parents were both of long-blooded lineage, my older sister showed a talent for magic at the age of three, and before I was born, no one believed that Squibs would be born in our family - and yet it happened. 】

[It is doomed that no matter how hard I try, the wand will not be more useful to me than a stick.As a kid I was terrified of family gatherings, those sad looks that killed me, reminding me of what I should have been.My family was very worried about me, my dad even wanted to send me to Muggle school, and went out of his way to learn about Muggles. 】

【…But you went to Beauxbatons. 】Harry spoke with difficulty, 【How could they agree to enroll you? 】

[This is another story.Until I was 13 years old, I didn't have even the slightest bit of magical talent discovered, but I did well in theory classes, especially the protection of magical animals.Because of my special status, I was often excluded by my peers, and I thought about going to a Muggle school altogether.But when it came time to make a decision, I realized that I couldn't give up on Fantastic Beasts.So I begged my father to write to Madame Maxime to get me into school—but I was still not really a "student."Whenever the students go to Charms class, I help out in the professor's office. 】

【...I used to care a lot about what I could let others see, but that was far less important than what I wanted to be.If you don't even look for yourself, who can you expect to find? 】

Harry had always known Lucian was beautiful, but there was a gleam in the boy's eyes he had never seen before. 【Your parents love you very much. ] he said hesitantly.The strange thing is that this time, even though his throat was blocked, there was no sore feeling in his heart.

[You still don't understand, do you? ] Lucian giggled and jumped off the table. [It's true that my dad wrote a letter to the headmaster, and my mom and sister started reading Muggle newspapers, but it's me who really experiences and chooses life.I will still be treated differently in Beauxbatons, and it will be difficult to find a dream job after graduation, because no magic school has ever accepted a Squib as a teacher... But at least I did what I thought was right. 】

The boy stopped talking because he was already in front of Harry.They look at each other.Harry saw Lucian's shining pupils, and there was his shadow in them.A warm current poured into his mind, silently taking away some memories, and washing away every dead corner.

[Oh,] the boy smiled again, looking around his face in surprise, [Actually, you already understand, but you’re just embarrassed to admit it, right?Your eyes betray you. 】

Harry pursed his lips. 【So... you believe that I can handle tomorrow's match? 】

【It's only useful if you believe it yourself," Lucian pretended to frown, and then quickly let go, 【But yes, I believe in you very much, look! 】

Harry looked in the direction of his finger, and there was a tiny seven-spotted ladybug resting on the windowsill. 【Ladybug is a symbol of luck, you will be fine tomorrow. ] Lucian patted him on the shoulder, and a faint scent of cologne lingered over him.

[I think you will need a directional spell. ] said the curly-haired boy before leaving.His usual enthusiastic smile returned to his face, and he waved goodbye to him, [If I were to break the maze, I would be the first to learn it. 】

[I will, thank you, Lucian. 】Harry waved his hand and smiled sincerely.Only then did he remember that he forgot to ask Lucian why he came here.

Harry practiced spells late into the night.After mastering the orientation spell proficiently, he put on the invisibility cloak and took out the Marauder's Map in his pocket.The prefects and Filch had disappeared from the map, and there was nothing to worry about except Peeves.Harry walked up the stairs, accompanied only by the lazy flames and the sound of dripping water throughout the castle, but he didn't feel alone tonight.

Another flight of stairs is the entrance to the lounge. Before putting the Marauder's Map back in his pocket, Harry subconsciously glanced at it, but froze in place.

On the map, the dot belonging to Draco Malfoy was leaving from the Slytherin lounge.Harry squeezed the yellowed page tightly, watching the ink dot rush towards the direction he had just left without hesitation.Ron mentioned that Malfoy probably stole and destroyed a book from the forbidden/book/area, and Harry thought at first that the destination was the library, but eventually, he saw the ink dot move into a room, Stand still.

It took Harry a while to remember that that room was where he had come across the Mirror of Erised in his first year.What was Malfoy doing in front of the magic mirror in the middle of the night?All along, Harry just wanted Malfoy out of his life as much as possible, especially after his heinous crimes against Ron.But banned / book?Mirror of Erised?The other party's recent weird behavior quickly germinated the seed of doubt, and Harry had to start to face up to what Malfoy was doing.At this moment, his head is in a mess, should he immediately go over to check?Or should I report this to Dumbledore tomorrow?

In the end Gryffindor's curiosity won out over caution.Harry rewrapped the Invisibility Cloak, turned and headed for the stairs, keeping an eye on Malfoy on the Marauder's Map.The ink dot was no longer stationary, but started pacing left and right, as if waiting for someone.

What happened next caused Harry to nearly fall down the magic staircase.While Malfoy was walking around the room, another figure emerged from his office, moving slowly in the same direction.Harry watched without blinking as the man finally walked into the room where Malfoy was, and the two dots came together.

And the name above the ink dot belongs to the person he wanted to talk to a minute ago.

Albus Dumbledore.

☆、Chapter78 third project (1) (Harry's perspective)

The auditorium was noisier than usual on Thursday morning.The finals were exciting, but at the moment the students seemed to only want to recite the name of one more rebel goblin, and Harry was glad that no one was discussing the Daily Prophet with him, or secretly taking pictures of him.

[By the time Dumbledore went to look for it, the fake Cruise had already disappeared. ] Hermione continued her topic, 【He shouldn't have found out so soon, I think someone in the school secretly passed the news to him. 】

【How about the real one? ] Ron asked vaguely with his mouth full of bread.

[He was transferred to St. Mungo's the night before, and Dumbledore changed him back to the original, but there seems to be something wrong with his spirit. ] Hermione sighed, 【Poor thing, if I was glued to the chandelier for so long, I would go crazy too. 】

[I still don't understand why Dumbledore didn't let us tell other people about it.We still don't know who the fake Cruise is, what if he hurts Harry or the other contestants in the final?This is very possible. ] Ron said angrily. [Dumbledore must have his reasons for doing this. ] Hermione retorted, looking at Harry as if seeking approval.Harry nodded slowly, taking a sip of his milk.

[Professor McGonagall came over here. ] Hermione stopped Ron in time, and the trio watched as Professor McGonagall walked to them from the other side of the Gryffindor table.

[Potter, the warriors gathered in the meeting room next to the auditorium after breakfast.The relatives of the Warriors were invited to watch the finals, and you can meet each other. 】she says.

Harry walked towards the meeting room with his mind full of doubts. Fortunately, it wasn't the Dursleys he wanted to meet, but the two Weasleys.Mrs. Weasley grabbed him enthusiastically, and Bill, with his long hair and fang earrings, stood beside her and looked around the conference room.Harry noticed that Fleur had been looking this way with interest.

This was the first time he'd seen Molly since he and Ron had confirmed their relationship, and Harry became a little uncomfortable thinking about it. 【Oh, Harry, are you nervous? ] Molly hugged him worriedly, and Harry gave Bill a begging look. [Give him some space, Mom. ] Bill patted her with a smile, 【You're strangling him so hard that he can't breathe. 】

[Someone looks more nervous than you. 】When they were walking on the sunny field, Bill quietly pointed to the rear and said.Krum walked in silence, no matter what his parents said to him in fast Bulgarian, he pressed his thick lips tightly and nodded occasionally.

At noon, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had lunch with them.Mrs. Weasley's attitude towards Hermione was much colder than before, until Harry explained to her: [Wait, you don't believe Rita Skeeter's report? ] She blushed and nodded to Hermione.Hermione didn't care about that, her eyes flicked back and forth between Harry and Ron.Ron sat next to Bill talking to him, talking faster than usual, with a little red at the tips of his ears, which made Harry want to hold his hand under the table.If Mrs. Weasley and Bill's visit hadn't been so sudden, it might have been a good opportunity to announce it.

After lunch, Ron and the others have to prepare for the afternoon exam.Harry considered the next trip, and he had a flash of inspiration, thinking that it would be a good idea to take the two of them to see Hagrid and the unicorn.There they met Lucian, whom Mrs Weasley liked.

Today's dinner was extremely rich, but Harry couldn't eat much.After the ceiling of the auditorium changed from blue to dark purple, his tension reached its peak, and all the laughter and laughter in front of him were blurred, and he felt uncomfortable in his stomach.

[How are you, Harry? 】The person on the left said close to his ear.Those blue eyes were full of worry, and Harry forced himself to smile: [I'm fine, I'm just a little nervous. 】The red-haired boy licked his upper lip, making it glow pink under the light, 【What should I do?tell me. ] said the boy with a smile, quietly holding his hand under the dining table.

[Ron, let's go out. 】

Harry didn't know what he was talking about, and a confused look slowly crept into Ron's face.He looked around the busy surroundings. 【……Now? 】he asks.

[Yes, now. 】Harry heard his own firm voice, although his heart was actually weak. [Only for a while, okay? ] He pleaded, 【It's a long time before dinner is over... I need you. 】

Ron watched him quietly for a moment.Just as Harry's stomach started churning again, the boy stood up and walked towards the door.Harry stood up at the same moment, he didn't even return Mrs Weasley's look.Their actions attracted a lot of attention, but Harry didn't care.As he passed the long Slytherin table, he slowed down because Malfoy was looking at him in a way he couldn't understand, but he.he.m.. didn't care.He stared back contemptuously, in order to let the other party know that he was with Ron now.

Ron was waiting for him just outside the door, wearing the shirt he'd bought for him and his tie, which was rarely neatly tied.Harry ran to grab his hand, found a men's room in a daze, and threw himself and his lover into it.They staggered into a cubicle, and Harry pressed Ron against the door, squeezing his lips with his mouth.Under the dim light, everything about the final is fermenting desperately.The faces of Malfoy, Riddle, Snape, Sirius...and Dumbledore flashed before his eyes. Harry parted his lover's neckline. A desire to destroy, he didn't know... It was as if the body in front of him had become the target of attack, fear and doubt itself...

[Harry!stop! 】The gentle response stopped, he was grabbed by the back of the collar and pulled back violently,【What's wrong with you? ! 】

The line of sight gradually focuses.Harry finally saw Ron's panicked face. There was a gash on the boy's lip, soaked with blood. 【sorry. 】He muttered, the scar on his forehead suddenly burst into pain, he took a step back, covered his forehead and squatted down.

A wave of warmth surrounded him. [Don't scare me, Harry? 】Ron's voice sounded cautious, 【Your scar hurts...does it?It's okay, it's okay. ] Ron rested his cheek against his temple, but that didn't help.His scar still hurt like crazy, like he was going to split in two from there.It's too dark in here, and the wound on Ron's mouth is lingering in front of Harry's eyes, bloody, crimson... this won't work, he has to think about something else, like...

Such as a sunny classroom.

【...I used to care a lot about what I could let others see, but that was far less important than what I wanted to be.If you don't even look for yourself, who can you expect to find? 】

【But at least I did what I think is right. 】

Come to think of it, a lot of people believe in you and love you.Yes, it's much better now.

Sweat dripping down his back, Harry stood up with Ron's help.The pain left as quickly as it came, he closed his eyes, gasped against Ron's chest, and felt the dominance return to himself in silence.

【Are you sure you're okay? 】

Harry nodded.

【Oh, it's a good thing we came out, isn't it? ] Ron shrugged.Knowing that he was feigning relief, Harry saw a lot of sweat on the other's forehead, and he helped him brush away the red hair: [Yes,] he said, [Fortunately it came out. 】Although in his heart he thought that his body had foreseen such a situation earlier.Now Harry was out of the mood for kissing, and if he could, he would have liked to enter the maze right away. The scene of Ron wiping the blood with his head down made him very uncomfortable, as if he was no different from Malfoy...Damn it!This place is already a mess, and if he thinks about that person and what happened last night, he really can't compete.

[I want to go to places with bright spots. ] He said hoarsely.Ron nodded, washed the blood off his hands with water, and they walked out of the men's room, leaning against the wall outside the auditorium.

[Is this often the case? ] The other party broke the silence.

【……No. 】Counting this is the second time.

【...The time you quarreled with Sirius? 】

Harry hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

He heard a sigh.Ron rested his head on the brick. [You should tell us, no matter what. 】The other party said, 【You have changed a little bit, before you would not carry these things by yourself. 】

[I don't want you to worry.Especially you—] Harry bit his lip, 【I don't want to affect your mood, Ron. 】

【Come on, don't tell me you're still guilty of that. 】

【…】

[Really, Harry? 】The boy looked at him in surprise, straightened up as if being burned in his silence,【What will it take for you and Hermione to understand that I deserve it?The mistakes I made in my head, I solve by myself.You keep remembering me at my worst, and that's what hurts me.Wait - you're not sympathetic to me, are you? 】

[What are you talking about, Ron? 】Harry also stood up straight, but the other party suddenly stopped talking, which made him realize something. 【How could you...Merlin...】

He opened his eyes wide, unable to believe that the other party really thought so, even if it was just a little thought.

The expression on the face Harry knew best loosened, but the moment of doubt had already hurt him. [Sorry,] The other party spoke fast, his voice seemed to be trembling, [Do you know what I am most afraid of?Even...we're still best friends, right?I can't imagine another relationship, so whatever happens, tell me, please. 】

If you could [tell me] in the first place, you wouldn't get hurt.Am I not the one who should doubt this relationship?When you kissed me, you were always ready to step back into the friend's place, the place I never thought of going back.

[I don't want to talk about it now. ] Finally he said.

[... Oh, yes. 】The fiery red hair lowered down, 【The game went well. 】

If only he had found out how he felt earlier, they wouldn't be what they are now.

☆、Chapter79 third project (2) (Harry's perspective)

Harry was in a bad mood, but he couldn't hate Ron, which was even worse because then he could only hate himself.He wasn't even nervous when he followed Cedric into the playing field and saw the dark hole in the maze, just tired of what was coming.A voice whispered in his ear, "Late is late." He knew what that meant, but he didn't seem so sure.Because in his life two people leave early and many people arrive late, he's always learning to live with that.He didn't understand why they couldn't show the same tolerance for his upbringing.

At this time, the stands were already full of students.The sky was a clear dark blue, with a few stars shining sparsely.The professors walked up to the players.Professor McGonagall tells them that the professors will patrol the outside of the maze, and if they encounter difficulties, they will shoot red sparks into the sky.

Hagrid patted Harry on the shoulder before he entered, and Harry smiled at him.He had scored the highest points in the first two games and would be the first to start, and when Bagman announced the decision, the Gryffindor seats erupted in cheers like never before.Harry took a quick look to see that Hermione and Ron were in the middle of the group, and surprisingly Lucian was sitting with them.Sensing his gaze, both Hermione and Lucian waved to him.The redhead pursed his lips, dodged his eyes a few times, and finally, as he always did, he put his palm to his lips and cheered.

Harry's heart seemed to be less painful.A short whistle pierced the night sky, and he rushed into the maze at the fastest speed.

The maze temporarily blocked his distracting thoughts.It was dark, gloomy, and smelled of wild plants.Harry said "Lumos", careful to avoid the foreign objects under his feet.As soon as he reached the first fork in the road, his socks were wet.He turned into the road to the left, and heard Bagman's whistle blow again, and Cedric entered the maze.He secretly quickened his pace.

He didn't know if it was natural or magical—the maze seemed to be getting darker every second.It is like a dream he has often had recently: the blue sky, the endless journey, and the unknown destination.In addition, he also relived an all-too-familiar illusion: a pair of eyes were watching him secretly.He walked on, hearing two more whistles as he went, and now all four warriors were in the maze.Now and then there were rustling sounds in the bushes, but he couldn't judge how far he was from them, and it made his heart beat fast.

At a right turn, Harry stopped.The road ahead was no longer empty, and a dementor slowly turned around.Its rotting, scabbed hands reached toward his neck, and the gurgling breath escaped from its throat.It was getting cold all around, and Harry raised his wand...

He knows what to do.Pleasant things, "Calling Guardians" and a silver stag are enough to defeat the enemy in sight.But the beautiful silver animal never took shape, only a feeble silver gas gushing from his wand.The dementor fully stretched out his body, as if a huge black cloud enveloped him, and his mouth slowly approached his forehead...

No, that shouldn't be the case, he already mastered the spell, didn't he?Harry couldn't believe he was overwhelmed by such a simple challenge.Obviously before that, he could drive away the monster just by thinking about Ron... Oh, maybe that's the crux.

The dark cloud seemed to have moved the North Pole to him, and his body was so cold that he felt dark and hopeless, as if there was no joy in the world anymore...

[Harry!Are you OK? 】

A hand holds his shoulder.Harry turned his head to see Cedric's flustered face.The handsome boy looked extremely distressed, with a scar that was oozing blood on his face, and the yellow suit that symbolized Hufflepuff was also covered with mud stains.

[I almost thought you were going to fall on a dementor again. 】He said.

Harry slowly got up from the ground. [I thought so too. ’ he said, staring at his wand somewhat dazedly.

[I was just attacked by a bomb-tailed snail. ] Cedric said, looking embarrassed by his lack of response, 【Well, um... I guess we'll separate later, shall we? 】The boy raised his chin, indicating the fork in front of him.

【……certainly. ] Harry nodded.They walked to the intersection together, Harry to the right and Cedric to the left.

Harry whispered "Lumos" once more, and his wand lit up again.Now I can't see my fingers in the maze.At the moment when the dementor was about to suck him, the desire to survive had made him subconsciously search for the last happy memory, which still exists in his mind now.

What he saw was the scene from this morning: Hagrid's cabin, Bill and Mrs. Weasley greeting Hagrid while petting the unicorn, the sun shining on the grass, and Lucian standing beside him.The boy smiled at him, and he said: [Remember what I told you?Don't forget the orientation spell. 】

He uttered the spell and found a direction.

In the ensuing game, he ran into a Blast-tailed snail head-on, walked into a few dead-ends, and nearly misguessed the Sphinx's riddle.But no matter what, with the directional spell, he was always approaching the deepest part of the maze.On the way, a bright red spark lit up the night sky in the distance. Harry could even imagine regretful sighs coming from the auditorium, and how Ron and the others would stare nervously at the exit, hoping to be led out by the professors he.

Another fork in the road ahead.He collected his thoughts, uttered the directional spell, and turned a corner following the guidance of the wand.A long flat road appeared in front of him, longer than any one he had ever experienced, which meant that he was very close to the end.

Harry wanted to pick up the pace, but the instinct of defense kept him going.Just when he was halfway through, a low roar shook the silent air, and Harry could feel the source of the sound not far from him, and then, the nearby bushes began to shake violently, making a sharp noise Scrubbing.

Harry gripped his wand tightly.There is a player who is fighting an unknown monster, who is not far from him, and is likely to be one step ahead of him.Should he go?Cedric said that players shouldn't help each other out.Perhaps he should wait until the fighting subsides before walking over?The road was so peaceful that Harry seemed to be able to hear his own heart talking.

[If you don't rush over now, you may lose the trophy, and you will look down on yourself.Listen, that man needs your help. 】

【Late is late. 】

Late is late.But it's not too late.Harry lowered his head, and with the help of his wand and the gradually clearing moonlight, he could make out the spider slime flickering in the grass.He ran, sprinting toward the angry roar with all his might.

[Dizzy!There are many obstacles!fainted! 】

It was a gigantic giant spider covered in black bristles.Cedric clung to one of its feet, and the spider swung its pincers frantically, lunging at Harry.Under these four pairs of sharp pincers, Harry felt that he might be pierced right at any time. [Remove your weapon!fainted! 】【Dizzy! 】

The same incantation spilled from the tips of both wands, producing a magic effect that no incantation could do.Cedric fell from the spider's three-meter-tall front legs, and the spider fell sideways, knocking an entire bush out of its way.Harry lay on his back, gasping for breath, and watched its eight long, hairy legs kick fiercely in the air for a long time before it hit the ground hard and lost its life.

After an unknown amount of time, Harry sat up slowly and forced himself to move towards Cedric until he was sure his spine hadn't broken.

【……How are you? 】

Cedric doesn't look well.When he fell off the spider's front leg, he was cut by the pincers on his calf, and bright red flesh emerged from the long gash.He groaned and curled up in the bushes, his fingers turning white as he clutched Harry.Harry cast a simple Hemostatic Charm on him.

[Thank you,] said the Hufflepuff boy weakly. 【...You go quickly... Be careful of Krum, I met him just now, and he cast the Cruciatus Curse on me, I think Fleur was also hurt by him. 】

Harry looked at Cedric in surprise, and the boy closed his eyes, obviously exhausted. 【Need me to help you launch a red spark? 】He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and opened his mouth with difficulty.Frankly, he knew that Cedric was better at magic than he was, and how much he wanted to win this trophy for the school and the college.

【No thanks. ] Cedric said. 【……Do not misunderstand.You deserve that trophy.But I do want to see it, and so does my dad. 】The boy showed a handsome smile on his face covered with blood and dirt, 【If Krum comes, I will give you a signal from here... After you get the trophy, can you bring it to me to see? 】

[You are so stupid, Seid. 】Harry frowned, 【If what you said is true, I can't let you wait here alone for Krum. 】

Cedric's eyes dimmed. 【So you still mean...】

[Either I help you set off red sparks, or we go find the trophy together. 】

Cedric's eyes widened. [But I can't take the trophy with you, Harry.Even if I made it here, it's because you helped me, which is against the rules. 】

[Fuck his rules.Wouldn't you help me if I hadn't cast Invoke Guardian in front of the dementors? 】

[I can't promise something that didn't happen. ] Cedric shook his head stubbornly, 【Maybe I will, but after all I don't. 】

[Yes, so now I am the only champion. 】Harry said angrily, 【And I invite you to go with me to receive my trophy. If we meet Krum on the road, we will read to him together. Are you satisfied with this? 】

Cedric raised his head abruptly, the light in his eyes rekindled.He braced his upper body and cast another healing spell on himself. 【good.That's it, let's go. ] He tried to stand up on his own but failed, and Harry stepped forward to support him, putting his hands on his shoulders.

The trophy was indeed very close to them, and its light reflected the bushes in psychedelic colors.Harry's thoughts were a little dazed, and he seemed to see himself walking out of the maze holding it.He held the trophy aloft to the cheers of the crowd.The classmates laughed, yelled, and clapped, Ron and the twins cheered in the Weasley tone, and then the red-haired boy walked up to him and told him that he didn't know Draco at all, that he loved him, and still Very early, not too late.Harry was sure Cedric had seen something similar, perhaps Cho Chang's smile.

They supported each other towards the trophy.Cedric turned to look at him, pride and joy in the boy's eyes. [Take it, let's go, you win, Hogwarts wins. 】 He said that he seemed to insist that there can only be one champion.Harry nodded, steadied the boy he had secretly envied, and reached out to grab the handle of the trophy.

If time could go back, Harry would never let Cedric accompany him to get the trophy.It's just that he didn't know what kind of darkness would follow after the brief happiness.

☆、Chapter80 Goblet of Fire (Harry's perspective)

Harry's feet went limp and fell to the ground, his hands left the trophy, and he heard a groan from beside him.

【Where are we? 】he asks.

【I have no idea. ] Cedric crooned again