"You don't understand just how famous you are. Vol-Voldemort is also far more renowned than you imagine. To be precise, his status as a Legendary Wizard is the source of that renown. And you, child, are the only wizard in several hundred years to have truly killed a Legendary Wizard!"
Harry finally understood, and his scalp instantly prickled.
Of course!
He knew perfectly well how much there was to question about his supposed killing of Voldemort. After spending more than a year with him, the Hogwarts students also knew that their "Chosen One" wasn't particularly reliable, and no longer saw him through rose-colored glasses.
But those foreigners didn't know that!
His thoughts wandered a little. Just imagining their curiosity about his "fame as the slayer of a Legendary Wizard," and the endless probing and challenges that might follow...
Harry felt his vision go black.
He didn't even know how he'd made it back to Gryffindor Tower. When he explained the situation to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, all three were somewhat at a loss.
Ginny's eyes widened and her face turned pale. She seemed to be imagining Harry facing challenge after challenge until his face was beaten to a pulp.
Hermione racked her brains, trying to come up with a way to help Harry avoid that fate.
Ron was the quickest to think of something, beating the others to a terrible suggestion. "Maybe you could discredit yourself first, Harry. Pretend you're a Squib, for instance. I'm sure no wizard would challenge a Squib!" "Absolutely not!"
Before Harry could say anything, Hermione immediately objected. "McGonagall wouldn't allow it. She hates deception. More importantly, if those foreigners really thought Harry was a Squib, why would a Squib be allowed to attend Hogwarts? That would damage Hogwarts' reputation!"
"Then-what about surrendering whenever someone challenges