Ron had always felt that Harry had become a little weird lately - he had become sleepy and tasty, he seemed to be able to fall asleep whenever he wanted, and he had eaten surprisingly large quantities. In the past, when the two of them went out together, it was always Harry who walked in front and Ron who followed him, but now it was the other way around.

"Harry, is there anything wrong with you?" after Harry accidentally bumped into Neville and apologized repeatedly. Ron finally voiced the doubts in his heart: "You weren't like this before. ”

"Huh, what's wrong with me?" Harry shrank his head, like a frightened hamster. "Oh hell, Harry, you must have something sick. Ron scratched his hair, "You know you haven't broken the school rules in days, it's not scientific, or I'll accompany you to Madam Pomfrey to have a look, you might have some rare strange disease." ”

"No, no, Ron, I'm very good. Harry struggled to straighten his back, "I think I'm in good shape. ”

"Then why have you been listless lately, yesterday you ran into Silver in the hallway, completely with your head down and bent over to avoid it, this is not like you, did Moody tell you something that day?"

"No, Professor Moody just encouraged me to try my best in the final game. ”

Ron looked at his close friend with suspicion, "Whatever happens, you can tell me that we're best friends, Harry." ”

Harry was a little dazed, "Friend, we're best friends......"

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"Ladies and gentlemen, the final event of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! I'll report the current score!Jack Silver - 110 points, deservedly number one, Hogwarts School!" The applause and cheers startled the birds of the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky. Ludo Bagman had to stop and wait for the applause to end.

"Second place, also from Hogwarts school, Harry Potter - 85 points!"

Victor Krum - 80 points, third. Durmstrang College!" another round of applause.

"Fleur Delacour - Fourth place, Beauxbatons College!"

"Now, the final challenge of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin, and now, Jack Silver, please listen to my whistle!" Bagman said, "Three-two―――――"

With a short whistle, Silver walked into the labyrinth.

The tall hedges cast a dark shadow on the path, whether it was because of the height and density of the hedges, or because of magic. As soon as he entered the labyrinth, the audience's voices were inaudible. Silver almost felt like he was under the water again. He drew his wand and said, "Fluorescent flicker." ”

"This labyrinth is big enough, how long should I stay?" Silver thought as he walked, "According to the plot, the first person to get the Goblet of Fire will be transported to the ancestral grave of the Riddle family, where Voldemort is waiting for Harry Potter's blood to be resurrected. ”

"Fainted. Silver raised his wand and struck a dark shadow that lunged at him. But the spell pierced through the shadows and did nothing to hinder it. ”

"No, I'm not afraid of Dementors, they're real Dementors. The Dementor slowly walked towards Silver. Twelve feet tall, hooded over his face, rotten and scabbed hands stretched straight. It approached, feeling it towards him. Silver could hear the gurgling gasps in its throat. An icy, sticky feeling hit his body. The air around me seemed to freeze......

"I don't know how they came up with the idea to get you in, but you found me, and I can only say you're out of luck. Calling the gods to protect them!"

A silvery-white bird of prey flew out of Silver's wand. It has a faint layer of fog around it, making it difficult to see what kind of raptor it is. Birds of prey flapped their huge wings and let out a high-pitched chirp.

The frozen air began to flow again, and the Dementors frantically tried to escape, but how could the Dementors, who could only float around slowly, outpace the flying birds of prey?

The Dementor was pecked by the silvery-white bird of prey, and soon turned into a floating cloud of black gas, and the bird of prey swallowed the black gas with a single mouth.

The silvery-white bird of prey flew back to Silver, circled around him a few times, chirped goodbye, and disappeared into thin air again.

"What a powerful patron saint. There was applause from behind him - it was Krum. "I thought you wouldn't have found me. ”

"Do you want to fight me here?" said Silver, sensing that he was not doing well, pointed his wand at him.

"Personally, I'd love to do it, but my friend seems to like the easier way. He clapped his palms, and Harry Potter stepped out of the shadows behind Krum with Flemban Delacour, whose hands were tied behind his back.

"Jack, the two of them teamed up to sneak up on me!"

"Be quiet, Miss Delacour. Krum gave Fleur a silent spell.

"What do you want to do?" said Silver, with a look on his face.

"We'd like to ask you to come with us. Krum said with a smile.

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'm afraid Miss Fleur Delacour will have a few more scars on her pretty face that won't heal. ”

"Well, I'm afraid I won't be able to say yes, but I have a question for you both. ”

"What's the problem?"

"Is the compound decoction you drink orange-flavored?" (to be continued......)