"Is it really possible?"
Harry and Ron were filled with anxiety.
Even though they had seen Cedric settle into his own and their roster without a care, they were still somewhat uneasy.
The next day was Thursday.
Because it was the day the Champion' roster was announced, even the busiest seventh graders had no classes scheduled today.
The place was packed with students early in the morning, most of whom had already registered if they met the age requirement.
But there are always a few who are prepared to be the grand finale.
Cedric should have been included among them, signing up surrounded by others.
However, because of what happened yesterday, he has already submitted his name to the Goblet of Fire.
"No exam required," Ron murmured dreamily, gazing at the Goblet of Fire. "If only I could be chosen."
This time, Harry didn't go crazy with Ron.
Because Ginny was right next to him, and he was putting his arm around her as they talked about Quidditch techniques.
Basil chuckled, then put his arm around Hermione and whispered in her ear, "Still no word from Lavender Brown? Of the three of you, only Ron is single now."
"What did you say?" Hermione was both excited and embarrassed.
What's exciting is that Basil indirectly admitted they were together.
Embarrassingly, her plan was discovered by her sweetheart.
Seeing that she couldn't fool Basil by pretending to be stupid, she could only say, "Fine, I'll tell you, but you can't tell Ron."
"Lavender was indeed planning to confess her feelings to Ron, but Padma and Parvati stopped her."
"They say love is a war, and the one who confesses first will be at a disadvantage in the future."
At this point, Hermione smirked, her tone shifting to slightly curry-accented English, "There is a clear hierarchical relationship between lovers—that is, the exploiter and the exploited, the oppressor and the oppressed, the winner and the loser!"
"Lavender! If you want to take control of this relationship and decide whether it ends or not, you absolutely cannot be the loser. Love is war!"
Hermione then let out a crisp laugh. "I don't know what they're thinking. When you meet someone you like, shouldn't you first try to establish a romantic relationship? Like..."
He leaned his head against the broad shoulders.
"Just like us."
The next second, Hermione hurriedly moved her head away and straightened her clothes.
It was as if there was something burning hot on Basil's shoulder.
Yay! Wuhu!
The sudden cheers made her regain her composure.
Looking up, I saw Fred and George.
They waved the medicine in their hands as they approached the cheering crowd.
"Alright, everyone!" "We did it! Freshly baked this morning!"
This time, without Hermione, they said their plan wouldn't work.
The two walked directly to the age limit.
They shook the liquid in their hands, then drank each other's in a toasting ceremony.
They jumped at the same time and easily landed inside the boundary.
The wind upon landing even caused the cloud-like boundary to sway slightly.
However, it failed to detect that students of inappropriate age had broken in.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding students applauded.
"Marvelous!"
"How could I not have thought of that!"
"No wonder they're the Weasley twins!"
Fred swayed his body smugly within the boundaries, saying to his brother beside him, who looked like a mirror image, "Ready?"
George nodded and, along with his brother, dropped the parchment with their names on it.
"Great!" x2
Seeing that the Goblet of Fire did not react, the two high-fived and cheered.
"They really succeeded? Such a simple method?" Hermione frowned.
"Of course not, just wait and see."
As soon as Basil finished speaking, the blue demonic fire burning quietly in the cup became unstable, splitting into two small clusters that struck the two men in the chest, sending them flying out of the boundary.
Fred and George stood up, touching the large beard that had suddenly appeared and covered half of their faces, seeing for the first time in each other's eyes what they would look like when they grew old.
"It's your fault!" "It's your fault!"
The two brothers, as if on cue, shifted the blame onto each other, smiled at each other, and rolled around on the ground in a heap.
"Fine, you want to fight me?" "Get lost! Or I'll tear your ears off!"
"This is absolutely Big Tooth!" "Bring it on!"
The students gathered around, clapping and jeering, saying things like "Let's fight!"
However, this only made the two of them more enthusiastic.
"We're all getting old!" "Yes, but you're older."
"Isn't that interesting?" Basil clapped in the crowd.
"Hmm!" Hermione's hands moved involuntarily. "Interesting."
She probably didn't realize that since Basil came along, she hadn't held a thick book to pass the time in a long time, and she smiled more often.
The blond boy's fingertips emitted a faint glow. Krum, who had been interrupting the joyful scene under Karkaroff's guidance, stopped and headed back home.
Only the parchment in the pocket flew into the Goblet of Fire.
In Krum and Karkaroff's memory, Krum had already successfully registered.
Call it selfish or stingy.
Basil didn't want Krum to come in and show off, and stared intently at Hermione.
In a sense, this is also a righteous act. You have to understand that in the 21st century, this is considered disrespectful behavior from a greasy, effeminate man.
"What are you laughing at?" Hermione stopped clapping and looked up at her beloved.
"I'm disappointed," Basil said, watching the two of them get up and help each other toward the Hospital Wing. "Why did they finish so quickly? Was it because they couldn't keep up? No, that can't be Beater. Was it because the effects of the Ageing Potion drug were triggered by their age?"
"Perhaps," Hermione said, taking Basil's hand. "But the most important thing right now is to fill our stomachs."
"We haven't had breakfast yet."
"Should we go and call Ron and Harry?"
"You mean Ron? Didn't you notice he's been gone for ages?"
"Of course, you're the only one in my eyes."
Soon, it was evening.
As the bell rang, the Entrance Hall was already filled with students and professors from the three schools.
Old Crouch also arrived here.
Under Dumbledore's arrangement, everyone took their seats.
He sat down on the tiered black wooden chair placed against the wall.
"This is the Champion Selection that everyone has been waiting for."
Dumbledore his appearance!
To show off, he didn't even pull out his wand.
He turned and waved, his palm slowly moving along the direction of the campfire by the wall.
As the flames diminished, the brightness of the Entrance Hall also decreased.
Then, the right hand that had shrunk the flames moved closer to the Goblet of Fire.
Just when everyone thought the flames in the Goblet of Fire would weaken, the flames suddenly turned red.
As the red rapidly faded to blue, a piece of parchment flew out along with the receding red.
It flew into Dumbledore's hands.
Everyone held their breath.
However, the name that came out of Dumbledore's mouth was not any of those present.
His face also showed extreme surprise.
"Fabian Prewett, Gideon Prewett, and Viktor Krum?"
Durmstrang's students forgot to cheer.
The Weasley family, however, found the name somewhat familiar.
As those two unfamiliar names appeared, the flames in the Goblet of Fire turned golden yellow.
It shot up incredibly high, forming a massive gate stained with golden flames.
Two illusory, ghost-like figures, yet possessing color, emerged from the flames, which then shrank and turned blue.
"Where are we?" "Professor Dumbledore?"
"I remember." "Weren't we dead?"
The two men, who were practically adult versions of the Weasley twins, looked at each other, then glanced around before finally settling their gaze on Krum.
The next second after the gaze lingered.
Aww!
After screaming, Krum clutched his right hand, and two magpie marks appeared out of nowhere on the back of his hand.
"What's this?"
Igor Karkaroff's voice trembled, his face pale. "What tricks are you playing! What are you trying to do to my student?"
He recognized the two men: members of the Order of the Phoenix, the Prewett Brothers who had bravely and tenaciously fought off five Death Eater.
"Silence!" Dumbledore roared, his anger carrying a powerful and oppressive force as he swept over Karkaroff.
Karkaroff immediately cowered, shrinking into a corner like a frightened quail.
"You two go first—" Dumbledore about to say a few words to the Prewett Brothers he hadn't seen in a long time.
The Goblet of Fire has changed color again.
Under the worried gaze of the headmaster of Beauxbatons, the parchment spun and flew into Dumbledore's hand.
His hands, which were holding the parchment, began to tremble, and his mouth began to murmur.
"Whose name is this? This is the first time I've seen Dumbledore like this," Harry exclaimed in surprise.
"He doesn't seem to be going to read that note," Ron said, squinting. "He wants to stop the next steps."
As Ron said, Dumbledore was not going to read the names on the slip of paper.
The wizard represented by that name should never, and cannot, be here.
However, Dumbledore was too naive.
The paper note spontaneously combusted without a flame, and the red flames surged into the sky, outlining the following sentence.
[Heroic Spirits: Tom Riddle, Contractor: Cedric Diggory]
"No!" Harry jumped up instantly.
From the door formed by the gathering flames, a tall, dark-haired boy from Slytherin, dressed in Hogwarts uniform, emerged.
"It's Harry Potter again."
"And Albus Dumbledore."
Everyone could see the danger this boy posed and that his identity was suspicious.
Because
[Stupefy]
A red plasma beam shot out from Harry's wand.
Another person moved even faster; Dumbledore's arm seemed to become a blur, and flames appeared out of thin air, transforming into chains that flew towards the boy like arrows.
However, the two spells only caused a slight ripple in the boy's phantom.
Furthermore, the spells vanished the moment they touched the boy, as if erased by an eraser.
"It seems none of you can hurt me. How interesting."
He wanted to find negative expressions on Dumbledore's face and enjoy them.
But a force twisted his head and his gaze, bringing him to a stop right in front of Cedric.
Ah~
Even though he had expected it, Cedric still cried out as a snake's mark appeared on the back of his hand.
"It seems we have a connection." The boy floated straight toward Cedric.
Cedric stood up and gripped his wand tightly.
Dumbledore blocked the boy's path, and the professors also stepped down from their seats, pointing their wands at him.
McGonagall looked tense; she already knew Voldemort's name and identity at Hogwarts from the Diary incident.
"Spells won't work." "You can take our punches." The Prewett Brothers launched a flying attack.
The two men, disregarding Wude, attacked from behind, claiming it was a fist fight, but actually using their feet.
And before he even spoke, his foot was already almost touching Riddle's buttocks.
But the result was that it passed right through her.
"Not even that?" "Consider yourself lucky, kid!" The Prewett Brothers flew to Dumbledore's side.
Riddle scoffed dismissively and turned to look at the Goblet of Fire.
He turned the back of his head toward the crowd pointing their wands at him.
He had already guessed that this was Triwizard Tournament.
"Since you don't want me to get close, I can give you this time."
The others, including Harry, didn't say anything more. In the Triwizard Tournament, there was still one Champion left.
The Goblet of Fire changed color again.
Phoebe's face was pale, and she looked like she was about to cry.
Madame Maxime walked over to her and took her hand, while the surrounding Beauxbatons students were on edge, filled with anxiety.
The parchment flew into Dumbledore's hands.
However, this time, he smiled.
"Heroic Spirits: Lily Evans, Contractor: Harry Potter!"
All the students at Beauxbatons breathed a sigh of relief.
They would have been furious if they had known beforehand that their school's Champion spot had been taken.
But now it feels like we've survived a catastrophe.
"Lily! Lily! Lily!" Snape called out three times in a row.
The wand, which the wizard regarded as a second life, was left aside.
He clenched his fists and waved them, his face filled with unprecedented joy and tears.
"Mom!" Harry cried out as well, his body seemingly Petrifying Charm.
Snape's expression and actions shocked him even more than when Voldemort had just appeared.
Various discussions arose in the arena, focusing on the relationship between the Chosen One's mother and Snape.
In this atmosphere, the red-haired woman emerged from the fiery gate.
"This is Professor Harry, Severus Professor Dumbledore Hogwarts!"
The green eyes looked at the face that was almost identical to her husband's.
The Setsuna their emerald eyes met.
The lily mark appeared on the back of Harry's hand.
He finally understood why the two people earlier had been unable to help but cry out.
It was a pain that felt like the skin on the back of your hand was being ripped off.
However, it could only make him grin.
He glanced at Riddle instinctively, and a hint of jealousy seemed to flash across his handsome face before returning to its usual calm, as if it were just an illusion.
He immediately dismissed this suspicion.
Because the Big Bat was approaching the mother.
With his Seeker reflexes, he jumped off his seat in an instant.
On the other side, Snape picked up his wand and staggered over, "Lily, it's been a long time."
"Stay away from my mother!" Harry shouted angrily, shoving Snape to the ground.
Snape wasn't angry at all. The pain from hitting the ground made him realize that this wasn't a dream, and his smile became even brighter.
"He's your Uncle Snape," Lily snapped at her son.
"Uncle," Snape said, his voice a mix of tears and laughter, "I... I'm not worthy!"
The joy of Lily's reappearance brought forth suppressed rationality.
He was the one who told the Dark Lord the Prophecy of the Chosen One. How could he, who killed Lily, deserve that title?
"No, you deserve it." There was relief in Lily's eyes, a joy at seeing her childhood friend see the light and succeed.
Without exaggeration, she has a brilliant mind.
According to her observation, Triwizard Tournament is being held here.
Judging from the fact that Dumbledore was still the headmaster and the students were still naive, Voldemort and his forces had already failed.
It was clearly Snape, a professor at Hogwarts.
This childhood friend, who studied with her at Hogwarts but parted ways after joining the Death Eater, either saw the error of her ways and contributed greatly to defeating Voldemort and his henchmen, or she was an undercover agent from the beginning.
This is the kind of Snape that she should be proud of and happy about.