Hogwarts Reading Days

"I really didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire."

On the way back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry finally couldn't help but confide in Albert.

"You've said it several times," Albert said mildly. "I'm sure you didn't."

"why?"

In fact, Harry didn't know why he said that, probably because he was too irritable and wanted to find someone to chat with.

"what why?"

"Sorry." Harry apologized in a low voice, embarrassed.

"What do you want to know?" Albert asked back, looking at Harry's embarrassed appearance.

"I want to know...why you believe me." Harry looked embarrassed when he finished.

"Then I'll say it, I hope it won't make you uncomfortable." Albert said with a smile: "Your magic power is indeed stronger than other students of the same grade, but in my opinion, you are not very powerful wizard."

"What do you mean?" Harry was inexplicably annoyed.

"If you want to fool the Goblet of Fire, which has a strong magic item, it is very difficult to do at your current level." Albert reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "That requires a particularly powerful confusion spell. I bet you have your name on that piece of parchment but no school."

"How do you know?" Harry couldn't help asking, he felt that Albert might know a lot of things, since a long time ago, the other party gave him this feeling, as if he knew everything.

"The guy who threw your name into the Goblet of Fire can't actually interfere with the Goblet of Fire's selection of warriors, so he can only take the simplest way, using the confusion spell to cause confusion in the Goblet of Fire, making it mistakenly think that there are four schools participating in the three Strong competition, so the Goblet of Fire regards you as a player of the fourth school, and the fourth school is only you, so you naturally become the warrior of the fourth school, which is why there is no school name on your parchment reason, and you are a Hogwarts student, it becomes Hogwarts with two warriors."

"How do you know these things?"

Harry stared at Albert dumbfounded, he had never expected this to be the case.

"Guess, most people can guess, it's just not as detailed as I said." Albert said without thinking, "Dumbledore can definitely guess."

"But, they..."

"This is the intrigue of adults." Albert said contemptuously.

"But why did he give me such a benefit?" Harry realized that he had said something wrong, and corrected himself: "I mean why did he sign me up?"

"You really have confidence in yourself!" Albert said softly: "Although it is a good thing to be confident, I feel that if no one helps you, it may be difficult for you to pass the three competitions smoothly. It’s the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, but don’t expect Dumbledore to cheat for you, and Professor McGonagall can’t help you, at most she will provide you with some convenience, such as opening the restricted area for us.”

Harry felt a little annoyed at being slighted.

"You probably didn't understand Mr. Crouch's hint!" Albert said

"What hint?" Harry asked a little confused.

"Courage in the face of the unknown." Albert reminded: "In the 1792 Contest, the warriors had to catch a monster with a chicken body and a snake tail. What we need to face in the first project is probably this kind of dangerous magic biology."

Harry opened his mouth and stared blankly at Albert. He couldn't imagine how he could subdue a monster alone.

"Looking for cases from the past Triwizard Tournaments, it is not difficult to infer the content of the Warrior's project." Albert explained, "If you want to subdue such a dangerous monster, what are you going to do?"

Harry's face turned slightly pale, he knew why Albert said that, and he didn't feel that Albert was scrubbing himself.

"Of course, that's the worst case scenario. Maybe the Ministry of Magic will grab a few acromantulas from the Forbidden Forest to be our opponents, or get a monster to guard something, and then let us steal something from the monster. In ancient times, wizards liked to use large and dangerous magical creatures such as acromantula to guard their homes or guard their treasure houses."

"You're right." Harry had an unconcealable bitterness on his face, "If that's the case, it will be too difficult for me."

"Don't worry, you still have good friends. If it doesn't work, let Sirius and Lupine help you find a way." Albert patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him. "Cheating in the Triwizard Tournament is normal, and I dare say other warriors will cheat too."

"What about you?" Harry looked at Albert.

"Me? I don't think I need to cheat. Although it sounds a little proud, I don't think the Triwizard Tournament should be too difficult for me." Albert said confidently.

Harry choked and asked the question he most wanted to know: "Who do you think threw my name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"You know, don't you?" Albert reminded kindly.

"I know?" Harry was even more confused.

"Yeah, you know."

"I... Voldemort?" Harry seemed to remember something, and couldn't help saying this taboo name.

"I suppose so."

But how can Voldemort guarantee to put my name into the Goblet of Fire?He should be far away, weak and alone... No, Voldemort is not alone...Harry dreamed that he was talking to Wormtail...They were probably plotting to kill Harry.

"Wormtail?" Harry said suddenly, "He knows a lot of secret passages, he can also turn into a mouse, and he can sneak into Hogwarts without anyone noticing."

"Well, it must be Voldemort's minions, you'd better be careful." Albert nodded in agreement.

"But why did he attack you and prevent you from participating in the game?"

"First, the guy who attacked me may not be the same as the guy who voted for you. He was purely trying to prevent me from participating in the Triwizard Tournament, and purely trying to prevent Hogwarts from winning the championship."

"Secondly, it was Wormtail Peter who attacked me. The reason why he didn't want me to participate in the Triwizard Tournament may be to prevent me from winning the championship, because they know that after I participate in the Triwizard Tournament, the probability of others winning the championship is very low, although It's a bit of a boast, but I feel like I can win the title and they obviously do something with whoever wins it, or something in Game [-]."

Harry was silent for a long time. Although he was a little unconvinced, he still agreed with Albert's words. His record is the best proof that so many world-class champions are Albert's confidence.

The two walked and chatted, and before they knew it, they had arrived outside the Gryffindor common room.

The fat lady looked at the two people in front of her with her eyes open, and said with a smile, "I just heard that someone has been selected as a school warrior."

"Nonsense." Harry said the password.

"Oh, really." The fat lady opened the door and let them in.

When Harry walked into the common room, Albert didn't intend to move his foot.

"Aren't you going in?" The fat lady asked Albert standing outside in surprise.

"The Gryffindor students are too enthusiastic, I think I'd better wait a while." Albert said helplessly to the fat lady when he heard the noise coming from behind the portrait.

"So, what Violet said is true, the two of you have really become Hogwarts warriors." The fat lady asked curiously.

"Of course it's true." A pale witch appeared in the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Yeah, someone signed me and Harry up."

"Someone signed up for you?" Fat Madam asked gossipingly.

"The person who helped me sign up should be Professor Moody." Albert directly pinned the pot on Moody's head. When the news spread, anyway, no matter whether it was done by Professor Moody or not, it would be silent. He did it, so I asked him if he was angry.

"As for who signed up for Potter, I'm not too sure."

"I think even if no one signs up for you, you will definitely be able to become a Hogwarts warrior. Many portraits are guessing that the Hogwarts warrior will be you." Violet said to Albert.

"Nonsense, thank you, open the door for me." Albert said, put a disguise spell on himself, and let the fat woman open the door, ready to sneak in.

"Absolutely not!" said the witch angrily.

"This is the password." The fat lady patted the witch's shoulder to comfort her, and then she unscrewed it forward, allowing Albert to enter the common room.

When the portrait opened, there was an immediate uproar, everyone circling around Harry, the poor savior surrounded by crazy Gryffindor students.

Nobody wanted to hear Harry talk, nobody wanted to hear Harry justify, they just wanted to celebrate it for themselves.

Seeing this scene, Albert couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Harry was in front to attract the firepower.

No one noticed that Albert quietly walked through the crowd and went upstairs to the dormitory for supper along the stairs.

"Sure enough, I still have the foresight." Albert was very satisfied with his wit, otherwise he would not be bored to death when he was surrounded by Gryffindor students. The unlucky Mr. Potter was a lesson from the past.

At the same time, after returning to his office, Barty Jr. used anti-disturbance spells and whispering spells on his room, and then began to smash things to vent his anger and depression. It was smashed, and he was still angry. Every time he thought of Albert's sincere thank you expression, he wanted to tear the other person's face into pieces.In the end, little Barty, who was dazzled by anger, used the Cruciatus Curse on the real Professor Moody who was locked in the box.

After torturing the other party, his anger subsided a little.

Barty Jr. started writing to the Dark Lord, telling him what had happened tonight.

All of this was Wormtail's fault. He suspected that the other party hadn't controlled Albert at all, and that the guy's disappearance was completely faked by himself.

Barty Jr. is not throwing the blame, because even if other people help vote, it is difficult to ensure that Albert will become a warrior. In fact, at the moment of voting, the person and the name are different, which will lead to the failure of the contract and the inability to Chosen by the Goblet of Fire, unless he used a powerful confusion spell like him to confuse the Goblet of Fire and get things wrong.

However, ordinary students obviously don't have that opportunity, and the other professors obviously wouldn't have done that without knowing about Albert's disappearance.

There is only one truth, that is, Albert Anderson himself signed up for the Triwizard Tournament, and only this can explain what happened just now.

And it was clearly Wormtail's mission to prevent this from happening, and his mission failed.

Peter's stupid behavior made him suspicious, so he tested himself like that?

Moreover, this matter has already aroused Dumbledore's vigilance, and Barty Jr. can't do anything for the time being, he must start a preparatory plan.

It is really risky to take Harry away in the third project. He has to find a way to slow Dumbledore's footsteps, and this method is actually not difficult. Barty Jr. has already decided to let someone Accidental Death.

This matter is too simple for him, just use Avada Kedavra to knock people down, and then throw the corpse into the monster pile, let the monster destroy his body, he can pretend to be killed by the monster look like.

Thinking that the death of a warrior would divert Dumbledore's attention and buy the Dark Lord more time.

Barty Jr. wrote his plan into a letter and sent it to Voldemort.However, this letter directly brought down Wormtail's blood.

"Wormtail, you are such a disappointment." Voldemort looked indifferently at the servant who fell to the ground and pulled out with scarlet eyes.

"Master, I'm sure that Mudblood is under control." Wormtail argued, "After he drank the love potion, he didn't have time to sign up, unless some other professor secretly helped him sign up."

"Lie." Voldemort raised his wand again and cast the Cruciatus Curse on Wormtail, "You were not there at the time, let alone saw that Mudblood drink the Love Potion with your own eyes, I dare say that Mudblood saw through your trick , don’t make excuses for your incompetence.”

Peter fell to the ground and twitched in pain. At this moment, Peter already regretted returning to Voldemort's side. He didn't get much benefit at all, and he was running around for Voldemort and was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

After Voldemort tortured Wormtail, he didn't feed Peter to the snake in the end. It may be because he needed someone to help brew the potion and host the resurrection ceremony. Barty Jr. couldn't do it himself, so Voldemort Wormtail needs to be left behind as a helper.

Of course, the more important reason is that they still have a backup plan. Even if Albert participates in the Triwizard Tournament, it will not affect the final result.

Of course, the whole thing wasn't really bad luck for the victim Peter.If he could kill Albert by the hands of Barty Jr., the torture of Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse would not be unbearable.

As for the death threat from the Dark Lord, Peter was not afraid. He knew very well that before Voldemort was resurrected, the other party would never kill him to feed the snake. Otherwise, where would the Dark Lord find a reliable person like him to help host the resurrection ceremony.

Little Barty may be loyal enough to the Dark Lord, but Peter knows that the other party may not be able to get away temporarily, let alone help the Dark Lord recover his body secretly alone.