Not long after Su Er sat down, Dumbledore appeared in the Great Hall. By then, it was already packed, and Hermione, who had arrived only a little earlier, was sitting beside Su Er.
"Weren't you planning not to enter the Triwizard Tournament?" she asked curiously.
"That's right." Su Er nodded. "I didn't want to enter originally, but Professor Dumbledore wanted me to, so, well, I put my name in."
"Professor Dumbledore wanted you to enter? Why?"
"It's a bit complicated." Su Er spread his hands. "I'll find time to tell you later. Right now, I'm not even sure whether the Goblet of Fire will choose me."
Hermione nodded without quite understanding, feeling only that Su Er was being as mysterious as someone speaking in riddles. She picked up a croissant and stuffed it into her mouth, her right cheek bulging slightly.
After finishing the croissant, she was about to question Su Er further when a burst of cheering came from the entrance to the Great Hall.
It was the Weasley Brothers. Wearing their signature smiles, they looked like grooms ready to attend their weddings, dressed in brand-new clothes with gleaming rose-shaped badges on their chests and their hair specially styled.
There were already plenty of people in the Great Hall, and everyone was eager to see who would put their names in.
The two of them divided the work neatly, one waving to the cheering crowd on the left and the other on the right. Su Er's mind wandered for a moment, recalling how, at a roommate's wedding in his previous life, the groom's father and father-in-law had walked across the stage waving to the guests just like this...
He threw that absurd image out of his head. By the time he came back to his senses, the Weasley Brothers