The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"Harry, please wait a moment." Tom took three steps at a time and caught up with Harry.

Harry was just imagining the scene when he won the Triwizard Cup, but the next second he was dragged back to reality by Tom.

"What's the matter?" Harry looked at Tom with a little confusion in his eyes.

Tom directly confessed his purpose. He lowered his voice and said to Harry: "I would like to borrow your invisibility cloak."

"Well, of course, but can I ask why?" Harry wanted to know why Tom suddenly wanted to borrow the Invisibility Cloak.

Wait, maybe Tom wants it too?

A bold inference formed in Harry's mind. He felt that Tom probably borrowed the invisibility cloak to cross the age line and throw his name into the Goblet of Fire.

Sure enough, even Tom couldn't resist the temptation to become a warrior, and Harry thought he understood.

But can the invisibility cloak block detection of the age line? Harry was a little unsure. If it was really possible to block it, should he sign up?

Questions popped up in Harry's mind like mushrooms after the rain.

But Tom's words stopped Harry's thoughts.

"I need to spend the night in the auditorium. In order not to be discovered by the professors, I need your invisibility cloak."

Harry:? ? ?

This reason sounds very outrageous, and it also smells of overshadowing. Next to Harry, Ron's eyes widened: "Why do you want to spend the night in the Great Hall?"

Tom said seriously: "I need to get first-hand information. I need to know who has signed up as soon as possible so that I can better organize the guessing competition."

"Guessing contest?" Harry's attention was indeed attracted by this new thing Tom mentioned. As Harry also grew up in a Muggle society, he immediately realized what Tom was going to do.

"You want to do——"

"That's right." Tom motioned Harry to silence so as not to attract other people's attention. "Fred and George and I decided to form a game to guess who can become a warrior."

Harry nodded, feeling 70% convinced.

"Okay then, I'll go back to the dormitory and get the Invisibility Cloak." Harry agreed and quickly went to Gryffindor Tower.

Tom waited quietly at the door of the auditorium, watching the students disperse little by little. Less than ten minutes later, Harry returned with the invisibility cloak.

Tom thanked him, took the invisibility cloak from Harry, and looked at it carefully after Harry left.

This is the first time that Tom has had close contact with the legendary Deathly Hallows. Its feel is very strange. It is different from any material that Tom knows. It is obviously solid, but like liquid, it is obviously fabric. But it has a metallic luster and feels as light as nothing in your hand.

[Invisibility Cloak (Holy Artifact): One of the legendary Deathly Hallows, permanently effective and continuously invisible. No matter what spells are used, its invisibility effect cannot be broken]

Although it cannot be cracked, it can be seen through.

Tom folded the invisibility cloak and put it in his pocket, then walked to a hidden corner, put on the invisibility cloak, and returned to the auditorium.

At this time, the auditorium was empty. Only the Goblet of Fire was still burning quietly on the stool. There was a thin gold line around the stool, surrounding the cup, leaving about ten feet of space.

Tom wore an invisibility cloak and sat down in the corner of the auditorium. He knew full well that the fog over Moody would be lifted tonight.

As time passed, Tom was not idle. He took out a piece of magic silver from his pocket and carved a combination of magic words on it. Several alchemical creations he designed have taken shape. Calculating the time, I can just catch up with the first project.

It was late at night, and the whole castle fell into silence. At this time, the door of the auditorium was pushed open with a creak. Tom put the magic silver component in his hand into his pocket and looked dimly at the door of the auditorium.

His expression gradually became serious, because he heard the familiar "thump" sound, which was the sound of Moody's prosthetic limb.

Tom's hand was around the wand, ready to use it at a moment's notice.

Moody walked into the auditorium, and the blue-white firelight of the Goblet of Fire reflected on his face, making his pitted face look even more ferocious and terrifying.

His magic eye suddenly turned around and penetrated into his head, leaving only a big white eyeball exposed. That eye was looking at exactly where Tom was.

Moody slowly turned around and faced Tom, "Very good invisibility cloak, ten points from Ravenclaw. Mr. Tom Yoder, why are you here?"

Tom took off his invisibility cloak, looked at Moody, and asked word for word: "This is the question I want to ask, Professor Moody, why are you here?"

A smile appeared on Tom's face: "Of course, it is wrong to answer a question with a question, so I can answer your question first. I am here precisely because I am waiting for you, waiting for you to show your fox tail."

Moody frowned and said angrily: "I am a professor at the school, and it is my duty to patrol at night!"

He tapped the ground with his crutch, and there was a hint of annoyance on his face: "As for you, Mr. Yoder, as a student, you should be lying on the bed in the dormitory now, instead of squatting sneakily in the corner of the auditorium!"

"A good excuse," the more Moody said, the more Tom became suspicious of him. "Yeah, it's perfect. The suspicious and loyal Professor Moody will conduct night patrols to make sure that no one will do it. Endangering Hogwarts, so that even if someone gets caught doing it, you can easily excuse yourself..."

Moody:…

What this young wizard who had recently become famous puzzled him, and he felt that there might be something wrong with this man's mind.

He was about to say something, but Tom's next words made his jaw drop.

"But what if you are the one who wants to cause harm? Professor Moody! What if the curved flask of yours contains not pumpkin juice, but Polyjuice Potion? Your presence here tonight is really suspicious. ! So..." Tom pulled out his wand and pointed at Mad-Eye Moody, "Please just let it go, you are no match for me."

Moody looked at the wand pointed at him and was startled for a moment. Then, as if he had seen something funny, the corners of his mouth twitched crazily, and finally he laughed. Along with his laughter, the scars on his face distorted, looking even more horrifying when illuminated by the flames. As for the wand pointed at him by Tom, it was as if he didn't see it.

"Very good, very good... You really have to consider this situation... Keep vigilant at all times, very good!" He praised repeatedly and gave a thumbs up to Tom, "Logically speaking, I should beat you up and take you to Deng. Blido's office, and then put you in confinement for a month, but for the sake of your alertness, I decided-"

He took out his curved wine bottle from his arms, pulled out the cork, then turned the bottle over and let the liquid flow down.

"——Prove it to you."

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On that night when the savior of the wizarding world was supposed to be born, Harry Potter died under the unforgivable curse.

The man who almost all British wizards dare not call him by his first name regained the wisdom and ambition that originally belonged to him from the Horcrux.

Darkness completely enveloped the island of Great Britain.

Wizards have a clear distinction between high and low based on blood. Pure bloods firmly hold the authority belonging to the superiors, while people called mudbloods can only be as humble as dirt and be trampled on by others throughout their lives.

The Ministry of Magic, which is supposed to enforce justice, is full of villains, and the castle, which is supposed to impart knowledge, is full of oppression.

In this dark time.

Jon Green, who traveled through time, was taken into the exile carriage that truly inherited the name "Hogwarts"