Study Days at Hogwarts

"I really didn't throw my name into 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 gently, "I believe you didn't do that."

"Why?"

Actually, Harry didn't know why he said that. He was probably too agitated 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 looked at Harry's embarrassed look and asked.

"I want to know...why you believe me." After Harry finished speaking, he looked very embarrassed.

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

"What do you mean?" Harry felt inexplicably irritated.

"If you want to deceive a powerful magic item like the Goblet of Fire, it's difficult to do it at your current level." Albert reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "That requires a particularly powerful confusion spell. I bet your piece of parchment only has your name on it, but no school."

"How do you know?" Harry couldn't help but ask. He felt that Albert might know a lot of things. Since a long time ago, the other person had given him this feeling, as if he knew everything.

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

"How do you know these things?"

Harry stared at Albert dumbfounded. He never expected that the real situation would be like this.

"It's a guess. Most people can guess it, but it's not as detailed as what I said." Albert said without thinking, "Dumbledore can definitely guess it."

"But, they..."

"This is adult intrigue," Albert said contemptuously.

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

"You are really confident 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. Although cheating is one It’s the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, but don’t expect Dumbledore to help you cheat, and Professor McGonagall can’t help you. At most, she will help you provide some conveniences, such as opening the restricted book area for us.”

Harry felt slighted and a little annoyed.

"You probably didn't understand the hint given by Mr. Crouch!" Albert said

"What hint?" Harry was confused.

"The courage to face the unknown." Albert reminded: "In the 1792 Hegemony Tournament, the warriors wanted to catch a chicken body and snake tail monster. What we need to face in the first project is probably this kind of dangerous magic. biology."

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

"Looking for cases from the Triwizard Tournament of the past, 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 washing himself.

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

"You're right." There was a hint of bitterness on Harry's face, "If that's really the case, it would 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 consoled him. "Cheating in the Triwizard Tournament is normal, and I'm sure other warriors will cheat too."

"What about you?" Harry looked at Albert.

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

Harry choked and asked the question he wanted to know most: "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 but say this taboo name.

"I think so."

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

"Wormtail?" Harry suddenly said, "He knows a lot of secret passages, and can also turn into a mouse. He can hide it from everyone and sneak into Hogwarts silently."

"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 competition?"

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

"Second, the person who attacked me was Peter Wormtail. The reason why he didn't want me to participate in the Triwizard Tournament was probably to prevent me from winning the championship, because they knew that after I participated in the Triwizard Tournament, the probability of others winning the tournament was very low. Although It’s a little bit bragging, but I feel like I can win it, and they obviously do something to whoever wins it, or do something in Game 3.”

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

The two were walking and chatting, and before they knew it, they were 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 was selected as the school's warrior."

"Nonsense," Harry said.

"Oh, it's true." The fat lady opened the door and let the two of them in.

When Harry walked into the common room, Albert had no intention of moving.

"Aren't you going in?" the fat lady asked, looking at Albert standing outside in surprise.

"The Gryffindor students are too enthusiastic. I think it's better to wait for a while." Albert said helplessly to the Fat Lady, listening to the noise coming from behind the portrait.

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

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

"Yeah, someone signed up Harry and me."

"Has someone signed up for you?" the fat lady asked gossiping.

"The person who helped me sign up should be Professor Moody." Albert directly put the blame on Moody's head. When this matter spread, no matter whether it was Professor Moody who did it or not, everyone would be silent. If he did it, ask him if he is angry.

"As for who helped Potter register, I'm not sure."

"I think even if no one signs you up, you can definitely 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, putting a disguise spell on himself, asking the fat woman to open the door and prepare to sneak in.

"Absolutely not!" said the witch angrily.

"This is the password." The Fat Lady comforted the witch as she patted her shoulder, and then she turned forward to let Albert into the common room.

As the portrait opened, a roar filled the ears as everyone swirled around Harry, the poor savior surrounded by the frenzied Gryffindors.

No one wanted to listen to Harry's words, no one wanted to hear Harry's excuses, everyone just wanted to celebrate it themselves.

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

No one noticed that Albert quietly walked through the crowd and went up the stairs to the dormitory for a late night snack.

"Sure enough, I still have foresight." Albert was very satisfied with his wit, otherwise he would be annoyed to death if he was surrounded by Gryffindor students. The unlucky Mr. Potter learned from his mistakes.

At the same time, after returning to his office, little Barty used the anti-disturbance spell and the whispering spell in his room, and then began to smash things to vent his anger and depression, including all the looking glasses on the table that he had destroyed. Even after it was smashed, he still wasn't relieved. Every time he thought of Albert's sincere expression of gratitude, he wanted to tear the other person's face into pieces. Finally, little Barty, who was carried away 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.

Little Barty began writing a letter to the Dark Lord, informing him of what had happened tonight.

All this was Wormtail's fault. He suspected that the other party had not controlled Albert at all, and that the guy's disappearance was entirely faked by himself.

Barty Jr. is not passing the blame, because even if others help vote, it is difficult to ensure that Albert will become a warrior. In fact, at the moment of voting, if the person and the name are different, the contract will not be established, and it will not be possible. Chosen by the Goblet of Fire, unless like him, he uses a powerful confusion spell to cause confusion in the Goblet of Fire and make things wrong.

However, ordinary students obviously don't have that opportunity, and other professors obviously don't do that without knowing that Albert is missing.

There is only one truth, and that is that Albert Anderson himself signed up to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Only this can explain what just happened.

It was obviously Wormtail's mission to prevent all of this from happening, and his mission failed.

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

Moreover, this incident has aroused Dumbledore's vigilance. Barty Jr. can't do anything for the time being, and he must activate the preliminary plan.

It was indeed a bit risky to abduct Harry in the third project. He had to find a way to slow down Dumbledore, and this method was actually not difficult. Barty Jr. had already decided to let someone in the third round. Accidental Death.

This thing is too simple for him. He just needs to use Avada Kedavra to knock down the person, then throw the body into the monster pile, let the monster destroy his body, and he can pretend to be killed by the monster. appearance.

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

Barty Jr. wrote his plan in a letter and sent it to Voldemort. However, this letter directly caused Wormtail's misfortune.

"Wormtail, you are really disappointing." Voldemort looked indifferently at the servant who fell to the ground with his scarlet eyes.

"Master, I am sure that Mudblood is under control." Wormtail argued. "After he drank the love potion, he had no time to register, unless other professors secretly registered for him."

"Lie." Voldemort raised his wand again and gave Wormtail the Cruciatus Curse. "You were not even there at the time, and you didn't see the Mudblood drink the love potion with your own eyes. I dare say that the Mudblood saw through your little 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. He didn't get much benefit at all. He was more running for Voldemort and was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

After Voldemort tortured Wormtail, he finally stopped feeding Peter to the snakes. This may be because he needed someone to help brew the potion and conduct the resurrection ceremony. Barty himself was too busy to do it, 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, this whole thing is not actually a bad luck for the victim Peter. If he could borrow Barty's hand to kill Albert, it would not be unbearable to be tortured by Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse.

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 and feed it to the snakes. Otherwise, where would the Dark Lord find a reliable person like him to help preside over the resurrection ceremony.

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