The Son of Light of the Snake House

This remark was somewhat thoughtless, but the effect was very immediate, and Draco's face immediately became serious: "Is there something wrong with him?... He threw Potter's name in?"

"Maybe." Daniel said ambiguously. He didn't know much at the moment, but judging from the known information, Moody was the most suspected object.

"Oh, by the way," Daniel suddenly remembered, "Didn't you keep saying that Harry threw his name into the Goblet of Fire? Why..." He smiled teasingly.

Draco scratched his cheek uncomfortably: "I have seen it for a long time, how can that fellow Potter have the means to deceive the Goblet of Fire and Professor Dumbledore!"

Well, you always have a reason.

...............

When Harry woke up Sunday morning, it took him a while to remember why he felt so sad and anxious.Then, the events of last night came to mind at once.He sat up and drew back the curtains of his four-poster bed, trying to talk to Ron to convince Ron - only to find that Ron's bed was empty and he had apparently gone downstairs for breakfast.

Harry lay back angrily, tucking himself back into the soft quilt.

He had thought that there were a few people who would definitely believe him, and one of them was hiding behind the curtain.

Maybe Ron felt betrayed and that's why he wasn't happy - but it's true that he didn't throw in the name himself.He probably just couldn't make up his mind.

Harry felt that his energy was low, but he had to get out of bed anyway.He dressed and walked down the spiral staircase to the common room below.

As soon as he appeared, the classmates who had already had breakfast cheered enthusiastically again.He remembered going into the Great Hall, facing the rest of the Gryffindors, and they all thought of him as a hero.

To be honest, if Harry was a little bit happy last night that he had somehow become the fourth warrior, then the pressure on him today was even greater.

Am I really as good as Cedric?He tried his best to restrain himself from hitting his ambition like this, but he couldn't restrain himself from thinking about it.

Harry thought as he reached out and pushed open the hole behind the portrait. In any case, he didn't want to stay in the Gryffindor lounge at the moment, especially with the Creevey brothers here.

When he climbed out of the cave, he saw Daniel not far away who was chatting with others. He felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help shrinking back, but Daniel happened to see him.

Daniel first waved to Harry, then said something to the girl in front of him apologetically, then handed back the pink notebook in his hand to her, walked around the girl.

"Hi, Harry, good morning." Daniel smiled at him, couldn't help but glance back from the corner of his eyes, and immediately turned back: "Do you want to have some snacks... Well, why don't you go to the lawn next to the Forbidden Lake How about basking in the sun?"

Harry looked hesitantly at the girl who was still staring at this place. The girl's silk robe looked familiar to him.

"Good idea," said Harry finally.

They almost fled under the scorching gaze of the girl, and went downstairs at an unprecedented speed. Without even looking at the auditorium, they hurried through the hall.Soon they were striding across the lawn that stretched toward the lake.Durmstrang's big boat was moored on the lake, casting dark reflections in the water.

It was a cold morning, and the white mist exhaled from the mouth and nose dissipated in the air little by little.

Daniel and Harry found a place to sit, just enough to be well protected by Durmstrang's big ship and Hogwarts Castle without being out of the sun.

"What do you want to eat?" Daniel, who came out of the castle, was obviously more at ease than before. He took out an exquisite lacquered and gold-plated lunch box from nowhere, tapped twice with his wand, and put It was enlarged, and it was filled with delicate little sushi, and some desserts were mixed in.

"It looks pretty good!" Daniel said triumphantly, "I specifically asked the house elves to help me-oh, of course, I gave them some rewards they needed-you know, everything for House-Elf Rights Promotion Association." He reached out and tapped a pretty little badge on the edge of his robes, which said SPEW.

Harry finally laughed, grabbed a small piece of sushi and stuffed it into his mouth, not forgetting to ask the girl Daniel said just now.

Daniel smiled wryly, his expression a little embarrassed.

"Uh, that's Miss Lafeble, one of Beauxbaton's student hero candidates this time."

"Oh..." Harry drew out his voice.

"She, emmm, Miss Lefeble wants to exchange addresses with me so that I can correspond with me in the future... Ahem." Daniel stopped talking, and Harry understood naturally.

"Looks like you'll be pre-ordering an enthusiastic dance partner?"

"Maybe." Daniel shrugged disinterestedly, and reached out to pick up a piece of salmon sushi and put it in his mouth: "I want to eat some food more than dancing."

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Daniel turned to Harry and asked, "What's wrong with you? You didn't seem very happy just now."

While tearing at the donut with a full face of resentment, Harry told Daniel exactly what happened after he left the Gryffindor table the night before.

After finishing speaking, Harry became uneasy instead, and looked at Daniel anxiously.

Daniel didn't notice this. He was looking at Durmstrang's big ship and thinking about it before expressing his opinion: "Of course you didn't put your name in it."

His tone sounded so determined that Harry immediately thought of what Ron had said to him last night, and his eyes turned red almost instantly.

Harry couldn't help looking at Daniel's side face. His golden pupils reflected the color of the sun, paired with short silver fluffy hair, which even dispelled the cold feeling in the morning.

Daniel is still giving him an analysis: "Although you didn't want to, after all, your existence has been confirmed by the Goblet of Fire, so you can't quit, or when you can't quit, you have to compare yourself When other warriors who are two or three years older compete, the purpose of the behind-the-scenes masters is achieved."

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