Harry kept shaking his head. He did not think he deserved to take the cup; it rightfully belonged to Su Er, who was far better than he was.
Besides, he and Su Er were friends, which made him even less willing to take half the glory that originally belonged to his friend.
"Please, Harry, consider it a favor. I don't want that sort of fame." Seeing that Harry remained unmoved, Su Er rolled his eyes and tried a different approach.
"Actually, think about it carefully. Winning isn't all that great. Look at Krum. Wherever he goes, a huge crowd follows him. He can't even go to the toilet in peace..."
Harry thought about it, and that did seem to be true. When he imagined Su Er receiving the same treatment, he could not help smiling.
There was a chance. Seeing Harry's expression, Su Er thought he was tempted and hurried to strike while the iron was hot.
"How about this? If you really feel bad about it, all one thousand Galleons of the prize money go to me. What do you say?"
As he spoke, Su Er had already walked over to Harry and draped an arm around his shoulders. With a gentle tug, he made Harry take a step despite himself.
"I don't suppose you're short of a mere thousand Galleons, are you? Just think of it as doing me a favor. We'll share first place."
Harry gazed at the Triwizard Cup, which had quietly drawn closer. He could almost see himself and Su Er carrying it out of the maze together, the cheers of the crowd ringing in his ears and the pleased faces of his family before his eyes. It would be the best reward for a whole year of hard work.
With Su Er urging him