Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

That night, Dumbledore held a small awards ceremony in the auditorium. The atmosphere was not warm at all, and it was as heavy as a funeral.

Brian received a thousand galleons bonus for the best warrior, and Cedric and Harry each received five hundred. Fortunately, the audience did not hesitate to applaud.

Durmstrang's students were sitting at the long Slytherin table. Krum looked very depressed, his head drooping all the time, and his face was so gloomy that it looked like it was dripping with water. Berisha hugged his shoulders and stared at Brian. Although he already knew from others that Brian was pretending to be Brian that night, he stubbornly believed that this matter had nothing to do with Brian.

As for their headmaster Karkaroff, he escaped the night Voldemort returned, but without a way to remove the Dark Mark, his end would not be pleasant.

A group of people from Beauxbatons were sitting at the Ravenclaw table, and only Fleur was left among the warriors. She was now frowning, her eyes were red, and she looked lonely. Ms. Maxim was sitting on the teacher's chair, her brows filled with uncontrollable melancholy, causing Hagrid to look at her frequently.

The following days were very leisurely, and this matter was discussed seriously for a long time, but finally someone couldn't bear it and ran to Hogsmeade to play.

Soon, Hogsmeade was filled with laughter and laughter again, which fully demonstrated that human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same.

Mad-Eye Moody sat on the teacher's desk again, and no other students knew that he had been controlled by the Imperius Curse. However, his persecution paranoia worsened, and whenever someone spoke to him, he would jump with fright.

The newspapers were still wrangling, and although Dumbledore confirmed the authenticity of Voldemort's return to newspaper reporters, Fudge was still stubbornly resisting, trying to portray Dumbledore as a careerist who relied on spinning fears to gather people.

But Fudge's resistance became increasingly pale, and the wizarding world was filled with a sense of distrust towards the Ministry of Magic. Fudge had come to Hogwarts more than once these days to argue with Dumbledore, and then walked back trembling with anger.

The Headmaster of Hogwarts and the professors have received countless letters and several howler letters recently. This is a futile resistance from those who do not want to believe this, as if this will make it false. Like.

In a blink of an eye, the school year is coming to an end. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the lakeside is crowded with little wizards enjoying the shade.

Brian sat under the shade of a tree by the lake and watched Draco and the others playing wizard chess. The return of Voldemort did not cause them much trouble. Although they were not welcome, there was nothing they could do since he was here.

"Brian Foley," said a familiar voice. Berisha Beasley came from the lake and called Brian.

"What's the matter, Beasley?" Brian said calmly.

At Belisha's signal, Brian walked with him along the lake, and finally stopped beside an uninhabited forest.

"I want to duel with you!" Belisha said coldly, and he took out his wand.

"You should know that it wasn't me that night." Brian pondered.

"But, can you say that what happened that day had nothing to do with you?" Berisha growled.

Brian fell silent, sighed softly, and took out his wand.

They bowed to each other from a distance, and the battle ended quickly. Belisha's wand flew out of his hand, and he stood there in despair.

"If you are so strong, why didn't you find out that day!" Belisha shouted with red eyes.

"Sorry, when I arrived that night, it was already too late." Brian said in a low voice. He tossed the wand back to Belisha.

"Do you know? It should have been me who died that night." Belisha sat slumped on the ground. "If she hadn't saved me, she wouldn't have come out of hiding and been attacked..."

"That's not your fault. You should hate Barty Crouch Jr. and his master." Brian said. The "Daily Prophet" has reported what happened that day, and the story of Crouch and his son has been exposed. Crouch Jr. is about to be executed by the Dementors, and Mr. Crouch will face several years in prison. .

"Yes, I will..." Belisha said mockingly, "I hope I won't see you siding with the Dark Lord in the future."

"Well, no." Brian looked up at the blue sky.

"Sorry, I lost my temper." After a long time, Berisha adjusted his attitude and said calmly, "I admit that I was a little angry with you, and I hereby apologize to you."

"It's okay, I understand." Brian shook his head.

"Then, let's see you again in the future." Belisha waved his hand and walked towards their big ship.

Now he is less lazy and frivolous than before, and seems to have grown up completely overnight. Although the price of growth is sad.

Furong waved to him from a distance by the lake. The two enemies who had been enemies since meeting have now become friends. Because they are about to part ways, they cherish the time they spend together now even more.

I have to say that Furong is indeed the luckiest one. She was knocked unconscious by Moody who was patrolling outside the fence early. When she woke up, she had been rescued from the maze, and she accepted the accidents one after another at a loss.

But unfortunately for her, she finally made two good friends, but she was about to lose them again. Yes, Furong has never had many friends. Although the boys are pursuing her and the girls are envious and jealous of her, this has isolated her.

Perhaps, the Triwizard Tournament is a dreamlike fairy tale for every warrior. In the process, they gain things they once did not have, but in despair, they lose them again after the story ends.

Perhaps only Cedric is okay. After experiencing the ordeal, he cherishes everything now, and his relationship with Qiu Zhang has become closer.

No one knows that in the original ending of this story, he was supposed to be the only one who died.

This is a reversal, like a mockery of fate.

As the sky gradually darkened, they returned to the auditorium, had dinner, and then went back to the lounge.

Some people are talking about newspapers, some are discussing Hogsmeade, some are discussing final grades, some are talking about summer vacation travel...

"Is this...the ending of the fairy tale you said? Brian?" Daphne hugged the cat tightly with a sad expression on her face.

"Maybe, unexpected, but also reasonable." Brian nodded lightly.

"When a fairy tale ends, it becomes a story for adults?" Daphne whispered Brian's exact words, a thin mist seemed to condense in her blue eyes.

"Yes, darkness has arrived." Brian said.

"So... what role did you play in it?" Daphne's clear and beautiful eyes stared at him, and there seemed to be some kind of fear hidden in them.

"Me? A failed plot arranger," Brian laughed at himself.

"So, what should it have been like?" Daphne asked.

"Originally..." Brian's eyes were a little hollow, "Originally, no one should have died... but darkness will always come."

"That's it..." Daphne suddenly smiled, like flowers blooming, "That's good."

"Why?" Brian raised his eyebrows.

Daphne lowered her head and said softly: "I'm not afraid of the coming of darkness, but I'm afraid of the passing of life...I'm afraid of dying beautifully, and I'm also afraid of the people who caused all this..."

"I'm more afraid that I'm getting further and further away from you, Brian..." Her tone was trembling, "In other words, I've never been able to get close to you."

"Don't be afraid, I'm right here." Brian comforted, "I hope you will gradually recognize me..."

"I will..." Daphne raised her head, with determination in her eyes, "I will see everything about you clearly, and then... make my choice."

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with this..." Brian said, "Even if you go through countless changes in the future, it won't affect you too much..."

"But then I will be further and further away from the truth." Daphne said, "You said that I am not a dodder flower... So, I will work hard to grow up, no longer blindfolded, and pursue with strength... No matter what Is it hope and brilliance, or despair and pain.”

Brian looked at her blankly. This little girl was gradually growing up.

"Well, I hope you get what you want." Brian said softly.