Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry had a lot on his mind as he made his way back to the Gryffindor common room.

The dream that appeared most often was undoubtedly the dream he had during the summer vacation.

Voldemort was sitting on a single sofa chair, and Wormtail was standing beside him. They were plotting something, and the scar on his forehead kept burning.

For no reason, Harry always thought that what they were planning was related to him. Otherwise, why would he only hear this conversation between them?

He looked preoccupied, without any joy or excitement about becoming a warrior, and he had already reached the door of Gryffindor's lounge before he knew it.

The Fat Madam had already received the news in advance. There were many portraits in the auditorium's compartments. There must be some gossipy portraits that came out in advance to report the news.

Even when Harry said the password, she was still asking, is it true that he became the fourth warrior?

Harry wasn't in the mood to answer her question, so he walked directly into the passage.

Before he had even set foot in the Gryffindor common room, countless hands suddenly appeared and grabbed him in.

Almost all the Gryffindors gathered in the lounge, and the little lions looked at Harry excitedly, as if they were looking at Gryffindor's honor.

Jordan put a big red flag embroidered with the Gryffindor lion as a cloak around Harry. George and Fred kept asking how Harry had stepped into Dumbledore's flag. That age limit, and annoyed that he didn't tell them about this method.

Angelina, a strong candidate for Gryffindor before, also generously said that it doesn't matter whether she is chosen or not. The person who can choose Gryffindor is the glory of the entire academy.

But Harry, surrounded by the crowd, couldn't feel any joy.

He kept responding loudly to various questions, and kept repeating: "I didn't! I didn't throw my name into the Goblet of Fire!"

But no one at the scene believed what he said. Everyone was immersed in their own imaginations, thinking that as long as Harry participated in the competition, he would definitely win the final championship and the grand prize of a thousand galleons.

After being tormented by these people for half an hour, Harry finally burst into anger.

He yelled and broke away from everyone, and returned to the dormitory alone.

Ron was the only one in the dormitory, which made Harry more relieved. He was convinced that Ron was one of the few people who was willing to believe what he said.

But everything about tonight was completely beyond his expectations, including his best friend Ron.

Ron looked at Harry with a very strange look, especially when he saw the Gryffindor cloak that Jordan was wearing that was tied tightly on his body, the look was even more strange.

"Congratulations, Harry."

Harry looked at Ron, and he looked at Ron's strange face.

"What are you talking about? Congratulations?"

Ron laughed, and his smile became very distorted. He looked like he was smiling but not smiling, which made people feel angry.

"How did you cross the age line set by Professor Dumbledore? Did you use the method I know?"

Harry's face was full of disbelief, and he explained his words in front of Ron while breathing heavily.

"Listen, Ron! I didn't sign up! I've been with you all day today. You should know everything I did. I didn't throw my name into the damn cup! There must have been someone else. That’s what it’s done!”

Ron raised his eyebrows, as if trying to hide them in his hair.

"Oh? Who is that? Why do you do this?"

"I don't know who it is, but their purpose is most likely to kill me. And can you please stop talking to me with this expression!" Harry said irritably.

Ron didn't change at all.

"Actually, you can tell me the truth, Harry. Even if you don't want others to know, you can tell me these things."

Harry was completely angry. This was the second time he had lost his temper in just ten minutes.

"I thought you would believe me! It turns out you are no different from those people outside! They are all complete idiots!"

The conversation between the two ended unhappily.

Ron slammed the curtains on his four-poster bed, severing their communication.

Harry was lying on the bed, not wanting to sleep at all. He tossed and turned irritably, and in the second half of the night, everyone else in the dormitory fell asleep.

He sat up from the bed and gently touched the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead with his hand. The illusory and ghostly Lily appeared in front of his bed.

This is the only person Harry can talk to at the moment. Everyone else in the world may not believe him, but his mother certainly won't!

Lily listened carefully to Harry's entire story, and her face became more and more solemn.

"It is true that someone wants to harm you, Harry. The Triwizard Tournament is not just a competition for school honors. Almost no one can guarantee that they will not be harmed in this competition. I once thought that the number of casualties in the competition would be too high. So many times that the game was finally suspended."

"You can't just treat this matter as a child's play." Lily said seriously, "Immediately write a letter tomorrow to tell Sirius about it, and then go to Professor Forrest and express all your worries and thoughts. .”

Harry never ignored Lily's words.

The next day was Sunday, Ron was still in a cold war with him, and Harry was very tired of him now and didn't want to take the initiative to pay attention to him.

He walked out of the dormitory and went down the spiral staircase. As soon as he came to the lounge, he saw Hermione sitting alone on the sofa, holding a thick book in her hand and reading.

Harry walked up to Hermione. He was just about to ask Hermione if she believed he didn't throw his name into the Goblet of Fire, when he suddenly found what Hermione was reading in her hand. It's not a magic book.

The name of the book is "1984".

Although you can't tell much from this simple title, this is obviously not a book in the magical world.

At this time, Harry also noticed the other books stacked next to Hermione.

"Das Kapital", "The Biography of Che Guevara", "Social Theory and Social Structure", "Punishment and Discipline", "Principles of Marxism"...

Harry's mouth opened wide. He looked at these books whose titles were enough to make him dizzy and asked in confusion.

"Why are you reading these books?"

Hermione seemed to be immersed in the book "1984" and said without raising her head.

“Studying oppression and counter-oppression, the formation and division of classes, the structure of society, the analysis of power, and the dystopias that destroyed my previous ideas.”