[HP] Seven Nights Talk

By the time Harry returned to the Great Hall, the dinner was almost over.As soon as he sat down, he realized that Hermione had left him enough to eat. "Thanks, Hermione." He casually picked up a sandwich and ate it, without any superfluous expression on his face.

Hermione shuddered a little at his calmness.She looked at Harry carefully, and found that if she hadn't witnessed it before, there was nothing unusual about his appearance now.She thought she would see a variety of situations, but none of them looked like this. "Uh, Harry, I mean... uh, are you all right?"

Harry glanced at her, realizing the worry on her face.If he had only missed dinner, she would have jumped up and accused him.He thought about it, and soon realized why. "Did you see it?"

"See what?" Ron interjected.Hermione said Harry had gone to the bathroom, but why was it taking so long? "You're not constipated, are you, Harry?" He gave a deliberate laugh.

This is a good bad joke in normal times, but it is obviously out of date now.Hermione gave him a reproachful look, and Ron, though puzzled, shut up wisely, and then couldn't help but look at Fleur over Ravenclaw.

"Nothing." Harry replied.Seeing that Dumbledore was about to stand up, he ate the sandwich in a hurry, waiting for the headmaster to ask for the Goblet of Fire.

Hermione could see that he didn't want to say more, and could only sit worriedly, not listening to Dumbledore's description of the Goblet of Fire.At first she'd been worried about Harry's going to the Triwizard Tournament, but now she was more worried about other things—like romantic trends, for example.Judging from what she had seen, there was no doubt that Harry liked their new professor, who then rejected him.

But how the hell did this happen?Obviously there was no sign at all before, right?

Professor Roald's reaction was also very strange - it was overly calm.When the other party came over, she thought that the other party would definitely tell her that it must be kept secret, but the other party only told her that she was going to leave some food for Harry, as if he knew everything, and even knew that Harry must not Will be back soon, and will definitely not show any flaws.

Shouldn't the normal reaction of the average person be surprise?Or did their new professor think it was just a joke?Hermione was in a fog.She stole another glance at Harry, noticing his hands were clenched under the table, and felt even more frightened.Although Harry tried to hide it, it was clear that he was more angry than frustrated - why anger?What words did Professor Roald use to reject him?

"...in order to prevent underage students from being tempted," said Dumbledore, "students who have obtained the permission of their guardians are now invited to sign up. After they have signed up, I will draw an age limit around the cup .”

This was what Harry had been waiting for.He looked around, then stood up.There are not many people who meet this condition, so he is very conspicuous.Coupled with the lightning scar, the people of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons also quickly recognized him, and they all paid attention to him.

Hermione tugged at the hem of his shirt worriedly.In her opinion, the decisions Harry made in this emotional state were usually irrational.

"It's all right, Hermione," Harry told her quietly.

And Ron obviously hasn't noticed anything wrong yet. "Come on, Harry!" He flushed with excitement.

Harry nodded to him, and walked on.He knew most people were watching him, including Voldemort, but he didn't look away.He was indeed very angry for the first half hour, but after washing his face in cold water several times, he has calmed down-yes, he didn't blow up the sink or knock down anything.

Because Harry realized that Voldemort's reason for rejecting him was probably the same as Voldemort didn't want him to participate in the Triwizard Tournament very much-as an extreme individualist, Voldemort was subconsciously fighting against those who wanted to order him, He refuses to obey orders from others.

In fact, Voldemort has been very reluctant and reluctant since the first grade.Even though there were periods of manageability in between, the doubts never faded.It wasn't until the time of the Quidditch World Cup that such suspicions erupted in a brawl.No, maybe earlier, when meeting Dumbledore?Because of the price, Voldemort could only think that Dumbledore would pay any price, including Harry's life, to destroy him, and he himself agreed.Then, we can draw such a conclusion—now, they are also trying to achieve their goals regardless of the cost.

He should have realized this earlier.

He has made a decision, no matter how difficult it is, he will always go towards the goal; and Voldemort is also such a person, but now he feels that the goal is forced to make, so the process to achieve it is not real .

Since it was forced at the beginning, does it mean that everything after that was forced?Are these seven years just memories that exist in their respective heads?As long as they achieve their goals and return to the world they were looking forward to, can they pretend that nothing happened here?

- how is that possible!

If it was really that simple, why did he bother with it for so long?

At this time Harry had already walked to the front of the Goblet of Fire.Blue flames danced in the wooden cup, and he threw his parchment into it while everyone watched.The flames turned red for an instant, illuminating his determined face.He was the No.1 voted in Gryffindor College, and the little lions applauded him one after another.

Everyone at the teacher's table was also looking at Harry.Dumbledore looked at his expression thoughtfully, McGonagall was both relieved and worried, Bagman clapped his hands, and Karkaroff stared at him several times with an expression of evaluating his opponent.And Voldemort leaned back in his chair, his lowered eyelashes hiding the look in his eyes.

The next day is Halloween.The three of Harry went to sit in Hagrid's cabin in the afternoon, and found that the latter had changed into a weird new hairstyle, put on a suit, and sprayed a lot of cologne.It wasn't until they left that they realized that Hagrid wasn't waiting for them to go to the castle with them, but for the Beauxbatons students who got out of the powder-blue carriage—their headmaster, to be precise— —At a Halloween party together.

"I thought he was going to wait for us!" Hermione said angrily, but Hagrid had already walked up the hillside with Madam Maxime, and didn't even look back at the cabin.Then she noticed that Ron's eyes began to follow the veela-like Fleur (though she didn't know the name yet) unconsciously again, and she couldn't help but glance at the silent Harry. "If I didn't know it was impossible, I would have thought that the whole of Hogwarts was under the spell of love in an instant." Thinking of what happened yesterday, she sighed heavily.

Ron didn't hear that at all.And Harry knew what she was talking about, and he could see that she had been hesitant to say anything (as if he felt that he must be hurt by the rejection so he couldn't press further), but he didn't want to say anything now.Whether it can be said is the same thing, the point is that he thought of an idea.Didn't Voldemort think that none of this was true?He wanted to know if the other party could still be so calm and composed when faced with certain things.Was he the only one who acted like a fool some of the time?

The three have different ideas, but it's still a great Halloween dinner.After everyone had eaten and drank enough, the food on the table was removed, and Dumbledore stood up.This is to choose a warrior, and everyone is excited.Filch carried in the wooden mug from the hall, while everyone stared at its flames.

The first note sprayed by the Goblet of Fire was Krum's, no doubt about it.And the second squirt was hibiscus, which made no difference.There was only Hogwarts left, and the Great Hall could almost hear a needle drop.I don't know who called Cedric's name first, and then a Gryffindor also called Harry's name, and it turned into a battle.

On this matter, the students have different views.Harry has always performed well, so the Gryffindors support him.And Cedric is also a very good student, and he is already 17 years old, and the Hufflepuffs undoubtedly want him to be honored.Ravenclaws have their own ideas, and the Slytherins certainly don't support Harry.Generally speaking, Cedric's support rate is relatively high.

But Harry didn't care about that.He only watched Dumbledore unfurl the parchment, keenly noticing the latter's frown for a split second - but he was excited almost immediately, and there was no doubt about what that meant - "Harry Potter, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Dumbledore announced.

The Gryffindor table almost turned upside down.Harry stood up from his seat, not hiding his delight.Between the many hands pushing him forward, he finally caught one look at Voldemort - those jet eyes were as emotionless as he'd expected.He looked away again, hooking the corners of his mouth in his heart.Let's see how things will develop this time!There was only one small problem, he was sorry for Cedric this time.

In the auditorium room, Crouch gave the three Warriors some dos and don'ts and what to expect in their first match.Harry was familiar with these things, and he wasn't listening carefully, his mind was full of his plans.And when he left the room and returned to the tower, the Gryffindors welcomed him warmly and held a banquet for it.He politely declined, and slowly climbed up the stairs of the dormitory.

"That's great, Harry, I knew you could do it!" said Ron excitedly, also coming up.Then he noticed Harry's perfectly quiet face, and he couldn't help being surprised: "Aren't you happy, Harry?"

Harry was thinking about the chances of his plan succeeding.Hearing this, he looked up at Ron, and suddenly thought of the other party's reaction before—like everyone else, he suspected that he had signed up secretly.Perhaps, as Hermione had told him, too far away to be jealous?Anyway, the result doesn't look too bad?So he twitched the corner of his mouth: "I'm so happy, I don't know how to express it."

"I knew it was going to be like this! How nice to be competing with Fleur," said Ron again, with a dreamy look of joy on his face. "I just found out her name is Fleur today!"

Harry tilted his head to watch him, and considered the possibility of asking Fleur to be his companion.No, he hadn't been attracted to Fleur before, and Voldemort would know it was fake if he did it now.Neither could Ginny, who had refused early on.Then only... Qiu Zhang?True, Cedric couldn't ask her to dance this time.It seemed like he was going to do one more thing wrong...but if he did well, asking someone to dance wouldn't necessarily be considered a boyfriend and girlfriend, would it?

No one knew that Harry had planned to go until Christmas.Anyway, the next half of the month was uneventful, there was no badge of "Potter Stinks", no provocations and ridicules from Malfoy, and no collective suspicion from Hufflepuff or even the students from the other three colleges.Cedric called Harry one more time, roughly saying "you beat me again", but nothing else.

On the eve of the game, the warriors have to undergo a check, which is the wand.By the way, a reporter from the Daily Prophet came to take pictures of them and write reports, but Harry didn't expect this at all-Rita Skeeter was his eternal nightmare.Before the examination began, she again dragged Harry into a small broom closet without any explanation.

"So... Harry, what brought you to the Triwizard Tournament?"

"How do you feel about the game that's going to be played?"

"Many warriors have lost their lives in the past, haven't they? What do you think of that?"

"You've faced death, haven't you? Maybe it's traumatized by that experience, and you're eager to prove yourself?"

All the while, Harry folded his arms and stared silently at Rita, or rather her quill.And although he didn't say anything, the overly ornate green quill continued to scribble across the paper.Rita didn't seem to react at all to his non-cooperation, just kept asking questions.Finally there was a knock on the door outside, and Professor McGonagall was urging Harry to go out and check his wand, and it was his turn.

Harry stood up half bent - because the broomroom was so small, he would hit his head when he stood upright.He pulled out his wand, lightly tapped on the suspended parchment, and all the handwriting disappeared in an instant.

Rita didn't expect him to make this move at the end, so her expression changed immediately, and she said in shock, "You..."

"That's what I said," said Harry curtly.He preemptively stopped Rita by saying something else: "You can try to talk nonsense again and write a sympathetic savior article, eh? I wouldn't mind telling the Ministry that I know a little Cute beetle."

Rita's face drained of color. "How... how..."

"Mind you, this isn't a verbal threat. If you can do it, I can do it, too," said Harry coldly.Then he pushed open the door and walked out, patting the dust on his body in disgust.If it wasn't for the fact that others couldn't hear his words, he wouldn't have followed Rita into such a dirty place!

Then he looked up to see Voldemort standing in front of him, smiling without a smile on his face, saying in words only the two of them could understand: "Avenged at last, huh?" Was he planning to come to the rescue?

"A lot of arrows," Harry replied, his tone calm.Then he hooked the corner of his mouth, walked up to Ollivander, and took out his wand to him.

Voldemort stood where he was, looking at Harry's profile.Was it his illusion that he felt his boy suddenly grow up?