A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Cedric stared at Rogge, with a hint of urgency in his voice: "Tell me, what is your plan? How does this relate to the Triwizard Tournament?"

"To be precise, it's about the subtle competitive relationship between you and Harry." Rogge raised a sly smile on his lips and said softly, "If you sign up, wizards abide by the rules. Hogwarts Everyone, including guests from the other two schools, knows that Cedric is Hogwarts' only warrior."

Cedric listened to Rogge's words and felt a strong resonance in his heart. He, Cedric, is the man chosen by the Goblet of Fire, the true warrior.

Originally, even if Harry cheated to put his name in and was even selected, he didn't care at all. Because in his opinion, fourth-year wizards are still very immature and cannot be compared with him.

Even though he didn't get any information in the first game, he still completed the challenge. Through undisputed wisdom and magic, he took away the golden eggs from the dragon's nest.

Harry, on the other hand, didn't even participate in the challenge. Because of the unexpected appearance of the three-headed dragon, Fudge was forced to award the golden egg. This made him feel extremely dissatisfied.

What makes him even more unbearable is that the starting position of the school team's chaser has been cancelled. He was obviously the captain, but due to illusory luck, he was sent to the bench by the coach.

All kinds of injustices were like sharp knives, piercing his heart.

Cedric's fists were clenched, and his knuckles were white with anger. His eyes were bloodshot, and bloodshot threads spread like spider webs, reflecting the fury in his heart. Harry's coveting of Cho Chang was like a bowl of boiling salt water poured on his unhealed wounds.

His anger finally broke out, and he punched the cold stone wall fiercely. Blood dripped from between his fingers, just like the pain dripping from his heart. Every drop seemed to express his unwillingness and anger.

At this moment, it seemed as if there was a demon hiding in his heart, whispering to him: "This should all belong to you, Cedric Diggory. But Harry Potter, the so-called 'savior', is taking it away step by step. Your glory, your status, even your love.”

"If you don't resist, you will lose the Triwizard Tournament, and Qiu Zhang will fall into Harry's arms. No one likes a loser, and you have already been defeated once!!! Digory, Digory, wake up Wake up! Face the reality quickly, get rid of Harry, and take back everything you deserve."

The demonic voice inside surprised Cedric, and his friendly nature struggled in the fierce battle of his thoughts. He shook his head violently, trying to get rid of these dark thoughts, constantly asking himself: "How could I have such terrible thoughts?"

Rogge observed him quietly, waiting for Cedric to calm down. It wasn't until Cedric's eyes regained his composure that he continued: "The Triwizard Tournament is not only a competition between three schools, but also a competition between three warriors."

"The trophy with the blue fire has already signed a contract with you."

Cedric suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill, as if something terrifying was walking towards him at a steady speed.

"You...what do you mean? Travis, are you threatening me, right?" His voice trembled, unabashedly revealing panic and uneasiness.

"Intimidation?" Rogge shook his head firmly and kindly analyzed it for him: "No, Cedric, I am just stating the facts. The ancient contract of the Goblet of Fire is higher than all wizard rules, and there will never be any in the Triwizard Tournament. Extra warrior.”

"However, there was a major problem this year." He said quietly, his tone was calm, but his words were terrifying: "You can check the records of the historical competition. In each Triwizard Tournament, those who can successfully complete the three challenges The number of warriors shall never exceed three.”

"There was a year when the competition was particularly brutal. In the end, only a half-disabled wizard survived." Rogge's words were like a sharp knife, tearing open his mask of escaping reality.

"It's not my fault! It's not my fault!" Cedric shouted almost desperately, his voice full of panic.

An instinct from the depths of the soul is warning myself that I am redundant, the person who should not exist.

Rogge did not try to stop his outburst, but instead continued to intensify the irritation: "Neither the Ministry of Magic nor the principal, they have any intention to solve this problem. Perhaps, they did not realize it and thought it was harmless for four people to participate."

"But the sacred contract will be reached at the last moment. If the problem cannot be solved, then solve the person who caused the problem. You see, there will be no problem." Rogge's words were like a magic spell, echoing in Cedric's mind. He felt a chill in his ears.

He had to face this terrifying possibility. He had also suspected that Rogge was deceiving himself. But what if what Rogge said is right?

No one has violated the contract of the Goblet of Fire, and Cedric doesn't think there is anything special about him that allows him to escape the sanctions of the contract.

He immediately thought of the core of the problem: the wizard who broke the rules was in Hogwarts. Rather, Harry Potter and himself.

"No!" He kept shaking his head and insisted: "Even if that's the case, that person shouldn't be me!"

He pointed his right hand at his chest and shouted hysterically: "It should be him, the Harry Potter who broke the rules. Yes, it's him!"

"Really?" Rogge shrugged and asked, "Why?"

"I didn't break the rules, I'm 17 years old! He's only in the fourth grade, and the contract he broke..." Cedric argued, but before he could finish his words, he was forcefully interrupted by Rogge.

"Contract? What contract?"

"You said it was from the Goblet of Fire!"

"Digory, use your brain and carefully recall the scene at that time." Rogge's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty, reminding him: "Taste carefully what everyone said at that time."

Cedric became quiet. He tilted his head and tried to remember: "Anyone who wants to sign up for the competition..." His thoughts returned to the banquet and watched everything in the auditorium.

"No, no, no, it's not this." Cedric denied this memory and continued to search in depth.

He remembered the headmaster saying: "I'll draw an age line around the Goblet of Fire."

"Boundary? Age circle!" Cedric almost screamed. He grabbed Rogge's sleeve tightly and confirmed the answer: "Roger, is it a problem with the age circle?"

"That's right." Rogge nodded and guided: "Now that I think about it, that age circle is an extra arrangement. Don't you think there's anything wrong with it? Or is it something strange?"

The quick-thinking Cedric immediately thought of the truth, his pupils instantly shrank into needle shapes, and murmured: "The Goblet of Fire has never set an age limit."

"That rule was imposed by the principal and the Ministry of Magic this year. So...so," his voice couldn't help but tremble, he swallowed instinctively, and stammered: "We...the four of us are... , all in compliance with the contract.”

"Bingo!" Roger clapped his hands and expressed appreciation for his insight: "You should actually think deeper."

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, speculating on the reason for the appearance of four warriors: "If the Goblet of Fire does not make mistakes, a school will only choose one warrior."

"No, this is impossible. He and I are both from Hogwarts..."

"Listen to me." Rogge pressed his hand down and analyzed in a calm tone: "The Goblet of Fire cannot tell which magic school the students belong to. Therefore, you need to write your name and school on the parchment."

"What if the name of the school on Harry's piece of paper was not Hogwarts, but..." Rogge shook his head regretfully, and all the parchment spit out by the Goblet of Fire was in Dumbledore's hand.

No one but him knew whether some of the letters of the school's name remained besides the name.

"Like Krum from Durmstrang? Only sign up for one person?" The more Cedric thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this might be the truth.

Rogge nodded and smiled: "Yes, Karkaroff manipulated the list of warriors. Before registration started, he already knew who the warriors spit out from the Goblet of Fire were."

In fact, only writing the names of Harry Potter and the fourth magic school on parchment can guarantee that Harry will be selected by the Goblet of Fire.

Cedric thought he was referring to Durmstrang, and guessed that Harry had used the same method to fabricate a fourth magic school. His heart sank and he felt a huge boulder pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"Although it is cruel, if my guess is correct, there will definitely be warriors dying in this year's competition. This has nothing to do with age, this is the contract set by the Goblet of Fire. Life and death, sometimes it just depends on luck."

Rogge reminded the other party in a joking voice: "Be happy, Hogwarts warriors. Boys who love to laugh will not have bad luck."

Cedric was stung by the word "luck." His failure in Quidditch had made him realize that his luck didn't seem to be good. Especially compared to Harry Potter, he felt like he was cursed with bad luck.

"Yes, is there any way?" Cedric asked in a weak voice, "Help me, Rogge!" There was pleading in his eyes.

"If you can see through the problems inside, you must know the solution? Right!"

"It's difficult." Rogge frowned, showing a thoughtful expression.

There are two difficult things in the world. The first is to put other people's money into your own pocket; the second is to put your own thoughts into other people's heads.

As it happens, Roger found a shortcut to achieve it.

As long as the other person falls into fear and uneasiness, he will abandon everything and desperately seek safety. Even if he knows that he may be deceived and faces the threat of death, the luck in his heart will make him desperately seek hope of survival.

Cedric waited and waited, pacing anxiously. When his face turned gray and almost despairing, Rogge finally spoke.

"First of all, you need to judge who is your opponent. To tell you the truth, before the first challenge begins. Except for you, everyone else knows that the specific task is the dragon."

Cedric's eyes widened in shock. He fought desperately against the dragon, but the others actually cheated!

Rogge saw the dissatisfaction on his face and reminded: "Cheating is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament and is also part of strength. Now, am I not helping you cheat?"

Cedric was immediately speechless and could only listen to Rogge's guidance silently.

"I'm not a participating wizard, so I can't analyze the strength of the other three for you. You need to determine who is your strongest opponent during the competition."

"He is your biggest threat."

"Fleur!" Cedric immediately replied based on the result of the first game: "She has better luck than us! Everyone saw that strange green dragon."

Rogge smiled and said nothing, neither agreeing nor objecting.

"Don't jump to conclusions in advance." He reminded softly, "Don't just focus on the opponent in the game. Change your perspective and think about other things."

"I've already told you that the clue to the second challenge is hidden in the golden egg. You can listen to the sound inside when you take a shower.

Also, I suggest you not to fall out with Cho Chang. At least until the second challenge. "

"Why?" Cedric asked in confusion, "Do you also have feelings for Qiu Zhang..."

"Oh, don't look at me like that." Rogge shook his head slightly, interrupting his speculation, "If I want to taste the exotic customs, wouldn't it be better to go to Hong Kong and find some female stars to play with?"

"At least, London now has a direct floo network to Hong Kong. Do you think, with the assets of the Travis family, this is a problem? If I have some wealth flowing out from my fingers, they will crawl into my bed."

"Then why are you suddenly concerned about my relationship with Qiu Zhang?" Cedric was still worried and asked closely.

"When you know the content of the second challenge, you will understand why I say this." He pointed to the rosary and reminded him earnestly: "Mr. Diggory, you must wear it. Trust me, it can protect you.

As for how to deal with death threats, I'll help you find a solution. It is most undesirable to force the number of warriors to three. "

Rogge continued to warn in case he attacked others in school: "This is Hogwarts, and even Riddle can't escape the principal's eyes. Do you think you can?"

"If you really want to take action, please think carefully before doing so: Do ​​you think you are worthy enough to prevent the principal from finding any traces?"

Cedric's face froze, obviously he didn't expect that Rogge would see through the little thoughts in the darkness of his heart.

"But if the number remains four people, the contract of the Goblet of Fire..." Cedric's voice contained a hint of anxiety.

"As far as I know, the last game was not held near the school." He directly dropped a bombshell message.

"I understand." Cedric's originally innocent eyes flashed with determination.

He couldn't wait to pick up the golden egg, and as Rogge said, he went to the bathroom to look for clues to the game.

At the same time, Roger wrote to Sirius in the name of Christmas gifts.

Dear Chief Black,

Were you still alive in the days before house elves? Haven't you starved to death yet? Oh, that's such a shame.

I'd love to know if your old crumbling house has any Christmas decorations. Do you now expect the broom to sweep automatically and the pines and garlands to return to their original places? Then don’t write greeting cards or send gifts? No way, no way, no wizard would spend Christmas like this, right?

Now, are you ready to rip up this damn Christmas letter? Or are you going to throw it into the fireplace? Don't worry, let me guess, there must be no fire in your fireplace.

If I am right, please bear with me, Mr. Sirius.

It had been a whole semester since I'd interacted with Potter in a spell duel, and I began to worry that his strength had degenerated to the point of being as fragile as a chicken.

Oh, you don't have to worry about me hurting him. Even if his face accidentally hits my fist, it's still a superficial injury to me.

As a wizard, what hurt him most was not magic and physics, but the witch's emotions.

First of all, congratulations on your godson's crush on a Ravenclaw witch (her boyfriend already knows about it, if that counts as a crush).

Secondly, he is not as brave as Gryffindor's lion, but more like a rat in the gutter of Knockturn Alley, timid and afraid of getting into trouble. I guess he has been afraid to act because he must be afraid of being beaten.

The Asian girl's name is Qiu Zhang. I have attached a photo to the letter. You must have seen her.

Her boyfriend is Cedric Diggory, he is a very gentleman and an excellent pure-blood wizard. Note, it’s pure blood!

If your memory is not as poor as a worm, you will definitely remember this outstanding seeker and his father who was the director.

To be fair, Harry had trouble beating Diggory in all aspects of competition. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, he did win on the Quidditch pitch once.

I'm guessing you're scoffing right now, thinking that victory on the court means success in love. Aha, no need to marvel at my ability to predict, its accuracy often makes me feel distressed.

In addition, the cheerful wizard is also one of the warriors in the competition. I swear, he won't turn into a copy of Snape, and Harry can't copy James' shamelessness.

I really want to hang you, Lupin and Harry on the flagpole of the stadium to blow the cold wind for Mr. Snape.

Oh, one more thing. The potion in the box is called "Mason" and it can fill in the scars on your face. If it weren't for Merlin's sake, I would have sold you a hundred thousand galleons.

One more thing, there will be guests from the Ministry of Magic checking the water meter in February next year, and it is not ruled out that the mermaids are looking for you. I hope you don't learn to swim so you can drown in front of Harry.

I reluctantly wish you a Merry Christmas...and one more thing, if you don't want the gift, please return it the way it came. After all, it would be a pity to lose a gift of one hundred thousand galleons.

One more thing, remember to feed my owl the errand money. Hmm~ I guess there is nothing else.

Sincerely, here’s a tip of the stick for the incisor match.

Roger Travis

Sirius looked at the letter in his hand, the expression on his face flickering. Just as he was about to close the letter, he found another line of writing appearing at the bottom of the letter:

"Oh, one more thing, I recommend you go to Borgin Bock's Magic Shop in Knockturn Alley and buy house elves."

"Is it finally gone?" Sirius shouted slightly frantically, slamming the parchment on the table.

However, the letter seemed to have a will of its own, and new handwriting rolled out playfully:

"One more thing, remember to go secretly, Bojinbok always does illegal things. This time it's really gone. You can throw away the letter or burn it."

Sirius Black sat at the table with a hopeless expression. Next to him, Seiler, who was delivering the letter, cooed, as if asking: "Where is my errand fee?"

Sirius reluctantly walked to the window and placed all the remaining food in front of the owl.

Seiler inspected it with his paws critically and gave Sirius a disdainful look. Then he jumped to the window sill in disgust and disappeared into the clouds.