Time: Wednesday, November 2, 1994.

Location: Hogwarts Castle, Scotland, England.

Somehow, Harry Potter felt that today's auditorium seemed much more crowded than usual, although there were only twenty or thirty more people, it was nothing at all.

Perhaps it is because their school uniforms of different colors are particularly prominent compared to Hogwarts' black robes? The robes on Boothbaton's students seem to be made of exquisite silk, and no one is wearing a cloak. Several students even wrapped their heads with scarves.

When Demstrong's students came over the night before yesterday, they were basically wearing fur cloaks, but now they have taken off, revealing the blood-red robe they were wearing.

That color is very disliked because it is too bright and charming, and there is no room for ease of relief. It will remind people of such dazzling words as "blood".

The boy didn't know why he liked to think about these irrelevant things today, perhaps to divert attention?

Because he could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him in the auditorium, as if each eye was a bright searchlight. He did not want to meet any sight because he could not open his eyes.

But no one wanted to hear him tell the truth about that matter, he couldn't tell it clearly, and no one wanted to hear him say that he had not cast his name into the Goblet of Fire, and no one seemed to believe this possibility.

Including Ron.

He looked at the position next to him and saw no friend. When he thought that when he woke up in the dormitory this morning, Ron's bed was empty, Harry couldn't help feeling uncomfortable, but he was more angry.

Especially when he recalled the very awkward and forced smile that the other party showed last night, he felt a little resentful that Ron must have a brain problem...

Harry is not stupid. When no one helps him and he has to think by himself, he can think by himself.

So, he now understood that Ron was jealous, jealous of being the fourth warrior inexplicably, and was jealous of being the fourth warrior in the Triumph Championship, jealous of being a big shot in front of all the teachers and students in the school...

Oh my God, when will he believe that he is not happy? Maybe he will break his neck, or—

The boy thought so annoyed that he didn't feel that he was showing off at all. When the Goblet of Fire spewed out the note with his name written on it last night, he was frightened silly, okay? Only those with brain problems would think that it was a big show off, and they were jealous of it and could no longer hide it.

And during the discussion last night, the new professor of Black Magic Defense, Mad Eyes Moody believed that this was a huge conspiracy-

There was a man who could actually cross the age limit set by the principal and threw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire, trying to use the thrilling and difficult competition event of the Triple Championship to kill Harry, and this man was hidden in Hogwarts.

Even Dumbledore thought so. Although he did not express his opinion positively, Harry felt so for no reason that the wise old man could also see the layers of fog clearly...

It’s a pity that not everyone has such wisdom, and most people are as brainless as Ron.

Also, because Harry was chosen, even if this was a huge conspiracy, he had no way out and had to participate. Because this was bound by the power of the magic contract, no one could disobey.

He has no doubt that someone wants him to die, because from the moment he was born, there have been people who want him to die.

He was just annoyed by his current situation, and no one believed his statement except a few people. Apart from Gryffindor College, he suddenly became the most unpopular person in the school.

Because the original Warriors were Cedric of Hufflepuff Academy, Hufflepuff students felt that Harry had stolen the glory of their Warriors. Since Hufflepuff Academy rarely gained any glory, their resentment became even stronger.

There is naturally nothing to say about Slytherin in the other two academies. Even Ravenclaw's students subconsciously alienated Harry, because they all felt that this was not a glorious thing and felt that Harry had shamed Hogwarts.

"Harry? Harry? Are you okay?"

A low voice came from his ear, and Harry came to his senses, turned to look, and found that Hermione had sat down next to him.

"Are you finished eating... Want to take a walk?"

“…”

“…”

"Good idea." After Harry reacted, he nodded vigorously with great gratitude. He could see that now, only Hermione, the friend, believed that he had not signed up.

The two quickly left the auditorium and quickly walked through the foyer.

A few minutes later, they walked on the lawn extending towards the lake. In the distance, Demstrong's large ship was moored on the lake, casting a dark reflection in the water.

It was a cold morning, but Harry felt that it was much better than accepting the scrutiny of all students in the auditorium where he felt uncomfortable.

He told Hermione what had happened after he left the Gryffindor table the night before. To his great relief, Hermione accepted his statement without reservation.

Next, as a friend, the girl also discussed with him about Ron's psychological problems. However, perhaps Hermione, as a bystander, felt that it was irrelevant and could understand Ron's mental journey. However, as the person involved, Harry is still in a state of ease and insists that that guy is a fool.

Of course, Hermione is a very smart girl. She knew that this matter was too urgent and had to be solved by both of them. So she did not persuade Harry to be unconditionally generous. She also felt that the latter had the right to be angry.

"You should write to Sirius now. You have to tell him what happened. He told you to write to him everything that happened in Hogwarts..."

Hermione took him to the direction of the owl shed.

"He seemed to have expected this to happen, and I brought out some parchment paper and a quill-"

"Stop talking nonsense... just because my scar hurts a little, he hurried back to China."

Harry suddenly looked around nervously, worried that someone would hear them talking about Sirius.

"If I told him someone asked me to sign up for the Triumph, he would probably rush straight into the castle."

"But you have to tell him, Harry, this matter cannot be uncommon." Hermione raised a roll of newspaper in her hand and waved it. "I would be really surprised if the Prophet Daily did not publish an article to pay attention to this matter... Sirius would definitely be willing to learn about this from you, and I know he must be like this."

Harry's expression suddenly froze. He stared at the roll of newspaper in the girl's hand, feeling his throat a little dry:

"Already...received the report?"

"You can see it yourself." Hermione sighed and handed the latest "Prophet Daily" in her hand to the other party.

After browsing it quickly, Harry's expression became slightly relaxed: "Are you a lie? No, the above is clearly talking about a... wizard criminal, fire dragon killer?!"

He saw a photo of a strange man on the main page.

The other party looked very handsome, with broken golden hair and blue eyes. He looked like a man about thirty years old. He smiled slightly sunny and cheerfully, and looked at Harry.

In the text section below, there are dense articles written. Harry read it briefly and then was shocked to find that this was a horrifying incident in the United States on yesterday morning of Halloween.

An American wizard named Noah was originally a dragon trainer working in the Fire Dragon Reserve. He used his position to poach five fire dragons with criminals, and also threatened and tempted his colleagues.

After the incident was exposed, he was sentenced to life imprisonment. Unexpectedly, when he was arrested, he suddenly started a murderous murder. He destroyed the entire street with an unknown and powerful black magic, killing five wizards and more than a dozen scoundrels who were struck...

Wait, mahjong?

Harry looked carefully and realized that he was not wrong. Then he looked in the context and vaguely understood what Americans called Muggles.

But this incident is really sensational. He even vaguely returned to the previous year, when he just learned that the prisoner known as Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban.

"Not this, Harry, I admit that your news has always occupied the front page, but you should also know that in addition to the front page, there are other pages in the newspaper... After all, such vicious incidents are rare."

Hermione sighed and turned the newspaper in his hand hard to the second page.

"It's even more serious than the previous Quidditch World Cup and the vicious incidents that happened at night. You are just the fourth Warrior in the Trio Championship. Of course, it's impossible to occupy the headlines when such news appears."

Unless I did the first competition and lost my life in it…

Harry thought so, then lowered his head and read the news on the second page.

...

...

At the same time.

A copy of the New York Ghost was rubbed into a ball with both hands, and was thrown to the ground hard, and then stepped on several feet!

Noah's expression became shady and he turned around and left from the dark alley, covering himself tightly with his cloak without revealing his true face.

Although he had long expected that things might develop like this in the future, when he saw that he was given a series of charges, he still felt extremely angry and panic.

The other party obviously came prepared, but he did not notice any problems in advance and fell into the other party's trap without knowing it. If he hadn't reacted in time at the last moment, he would have been so afraid that he would have died that he would not be able to die again.

Moreover, the other party was not afraid of killing him. In order to kill him, he did not care about killing the official personnel and innocent people. This also scared Noah into a cold sweat, thanking for his decisiveness at that time.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have a chance.
Chapter completed!