Hogwarts Lion Girl

Hearing the word "Azkaban", little Barty's face instantly lost color. He struggled desperately and roared, "No! No! I don't want to go to Azkaban! Father, please, I beg you..."

Crouch didn't look at him again. He waved his hand, signaling the Auror to take little Barty away.

Seeing his father so cold and resolute, little Batty suddenly stopped crying and turned into a crazy face.

He suddenly spoke, his voice was sharp and piercing, full of madness and hatred: "The master will come back! He will come back to rescue us! Just wait! Just wait!"

The cold breath of the dungeon seemed to still linger in his nose. Harry opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was back in Dumbledore's office.

He looked around blankly and saw Dumbledore standing behind him, holding a piece of Beedukes's Butternut Squid.

"Ah, you're awake, Harry." Dumbledore smiled gently, "Would you like a piece of candy? I remember you used to like it very much."

Harry shook his head, his face pale.

"No, thank you, Headmaster. I...I accidentally saw your memory. I'm sorry, I shouldn't..."

Dumbledore put the candy back on the table, walked over to Harry and patted him gently on the shoulder.

"It's not your fault, Harry. It was my own carelessness in not closing the door tightly when I used the Pensieve."

He sighed. "I know you're curious, and I know you were confused by the last name Karkaroff mentioned. The Pensieve you saw contains some memories from the past, some of which are my own, and some of which are from others. I occasionally use it to sort out my thoughts or review some important things."

He pointed to the Pensieve on the table. "Little Barty is a very smart boy, and his grades are excellent. I originally thought that he would work in the Ministry of Magic like his father. But I was wrong. He joined Voldemort and became a Death Eater."

Dumbledore's voice was filled with sadness and self-blame. "Perhaps I should have noticed his changes earlier, perhaps I should have stopped him, but I didn't... I couldn't even guide my own students onto the right path."

He turned his back and looked out the window at the clouds floating over Hogwarts Castle. "We always think that as long as we teach children magic, they can have a wonderful life. But we forget that magic is just a tool. It can be used for good or evil. What really determines a person's fate is his heart, his view of the world, and the path he chooses."

"Most of the Slytherin students have been burdened with family expectations and worldly prejudices since childhood. They are eager to prove themselves and to be recognized, but this desire sometimes makes them lose their way and go astray. Just like Tom Riddle, he was originally a gifted child, but because of his desire for power, he eventually became a terrible Dark Lord."

Dumbledore turned around and looked at Harry with deep eyes. "Harry, I know you will become a great wizard in the future, but you must remember that power is not used to conquer and control, but to protect and help others. I hope you can use your wisdom and courage to change the world and make it a better place."

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One morning a few days later, a senior Gryffindor found Harry who had just finished class and told him that he needed to go to the Warriors' Assembly Point immediately.

Full of questions, Harry followed the Gryffindor through the corridors of the castle and came to the warriors' gathering point in the back garden of the castle.

Mr. Bagman had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw Harry coming, he greeted him warmly.

Mr. Bagman briefly explained the situation. It turned out that this was the last step before the start of the second project. The four warriors were required to say who was the most important person to them at this moment.

Cedric was the first to make a choice, and he said Serena's name without hesitation.

Krim was stunned for a moment, then he also said Serena's name with a determined smile on his face.

Harry and Fleur looked at each other in surprise, having not expected this outcome at all.

The surprised expressions of Fleur and Harry naturally caught the attention of the professors, who also had different expressions at this time.

Professor McGonagall pushed her glasses up slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated.

Professor Flitwick shrugged and winked at Professor Snape.

Professor Snape still had a stern face, but from the slightly raised corners of his mouth, it could be seen that he was also amused by the warriors' choice.

The professors looked at each other, and no one spoke.

Only Professor Sprout smiled and sighed: It’s great to be young.

Harry opened his mouth and wanted to say that he also chose Serena, but then Mr. Bagman cleared his throat and said with a smile: "It seems that our warriors have similar opinions! However, in order to be fair, each warrior's choice cannot be repeated."

He blinked at Krum and said, "Diggory said it first. So Krum, you choose another one."

Krum pondered for a moment, as if he had quickly screened all the options in his mind, then he raised his head and said firmly, "Then I choose Hermione Granger."

Fleur smiled softly and said without hesitation, "I choose my sister Gabrielle."

All eyes were on Harry, and he felt his cheeks heat up slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, Harry said, "I...I choose Ron."

In the silence, Harry felt countless eyes falling on him, like searchlights, making him feel uncomfortable.

Doubts spread in his heart, and he looked around for help, only to find that the expressions on everyone's faces were somewhat subtle.

"What's wrong?" Harry couldn't help but ask, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

Cedric coughed lightly, moved closer to Harry, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure... I mean, is Ron really the person you want to choose the most?"

Harry was stunned for a moment before he realized that Cedric and Krum had chosen their dance partners at the ball, and Fleur, I heard, had a conflict with her dance partner Michael at the ball that day, and the two hadn't spoken to each other for several days. It was probably for this reason that she chose her sister.

Thinking about it this way, it does seem a bit strange that I chose Ron.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know what to say.

"No, wait," Harry hastily changed his words, "I, I choose Qiu Zhang!"

Mr. Bagman nodded and wrote it down in his notebook, "Okay, I'll check with them to see if they'd like to be a part of the second project."

"Ah?" Harry was dumbfounded. "Do I need to ask them?"

Professor McGonagall stepped forward and patiently explained, "Of course, Harry. After all, this is related to the second project, and we need to make sure that the person who is chosen is also willing to participate."

"That's right," Mr. Bagman added with a grin. "Don't worry, Harry. If the chosen one disagrees, you can always pick someone else."

Harry covered his face and thought, I should have chosen Ron. At least he would definitely not reject me.