So happy new year everyone.

Opal who protects food is cute (╯_╰)

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Wand 5 (Ortho): Helpful help.

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Hogwarts Slytherin Cellar Personal Bedroom

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[Riddle, you're back?] ]

After returning to his room, Opal was surprised to find that there was already someone waiting there, so he pounced directly, [Is everything done?] ]

"It's all settled."

Catching Opal who pounced on him, Riddle leaned back in the rocking chair in the room, his expression relaxed and brisk, "Why did you come back so late today?" Going to the Forbidden Forest again? ”

[No, I went to the Room of Requirement to find Harry.] ]

In front of Riddle, Opal didn't hide anything, and leaned on Riddle's chest and said seriously, [Harry's situation has been very difficult recently, after all, he is not me. So a little worried...... However, he is in good shape right now, and there shouldn't be any major problems in the first race in November. ]

After all, Siris had already prompted him to that extent, and Harry would have thought that she would really have to think about opening him a small stove or something to cultivate his IQ.

"You seem to be paying attention to the golden boy who doesn't die."

Squinting slightly, Riddle's voice was soft.

[Although I don't know exactly what kind of feeling it is like to be a loved one.] ]

Biting his finger and thinking seriously for a while, Opal looked at Riddle and replied seriously, [but I think Harry gave me the feeling...... Brother, brother? ]

"Brother, brother?"

Riddle was a little dumbfounded, "You're probably wishful thinking too." ”

The children raised by the Dark Lord and the children destined to defeat the Dark Lord are sisters and brothers? The joke is a little too cold. (Celestial sound: Opal and Harry are really half-siblings by blood.) ）

[That's how it feels, anyway......]

Puffed out his mouth, knowing that this statement might be strange to say, Opal didn't hide anything from Riddle, [I know it's strange, but it's just this vague feeling...... If Riddle doesn't like it, forget it. ]

No matter how close he felt to Harry, he wasn't as important as Riddle.

Because for Opal, Riddle is the most important No. 1 pick.

"There's nothing I don't like, I just think it's funny."

This is the truth, because just thinking about it makes me think it's a very interesting scene - although what he is doing now is far from the title "Dark Lord", but it can be regarded as the former Dark Lord, and there is a restless soul film constantly jumping around to brush up on the sense of existence.

[Interesting?] ]

Because the information is not equal, I can't quite understand the meaning of Riddle's words, but it doesn't hinder Opal's thinking. ]

As always, it's easy to understand.

"How many mice have been found in Hogwarts?"

There was a pause in the stroking of Opal's long silky silver hair, and Riddle looked light.

[The question should be 'Moody', but I'm not sure who he is.] ]

Opal can be said to be an instant answer, [a lot of small movements...... But I seem to feel an incomplete Riddle's breath...... No problem? ]

"It's a fragment of a soul that was inadvertently separated before."

Riddle didn't hide this, "Let that golden boy make a move, and you take care of your own safety." ”

Opal's conditioning was soul-based, and he didn't want his silent girl to be hurt by dealing with the soul fragment.

[Soul shards?] ]

Blinking, Opal's first reaction was, [Is Riddle okay?] ]

"What can I do? The sequelae have been treated. ”

Speaking of which, it is still the credit of Opal, because of the warmth of the same source of magic power, he is now much stronger than the so-called soul fragment, and it is not an accident that it will be extinguished in minutes.

If it weren't for the fact that he was "whitewashing" that guy to his saint or something, he wouldn't have to bother, tsk.

[It's okay.] ]

Nodding his head, Opal remembered another important point, [By the way, the newspaper won't talk nonsense anymore, right?] ]

Although Riddle must have returned to represent that the matter has been settled, Opal still feels angry about the inexplicable reports in the previous newspapers.

"Nature."

Knocking Opal on the head, Riddle smirked, "Can I still have a problem with my shot?" ”

[Isn't that because I don't like the reports......]

Sticking out his tongue and head, rubbing his head where he was knocked, Opal didn't feel embarrassed at all, [Riddle is a little too popular, I don't want to make a fuss.] ]

Although Riddle has been announced to the public as his fiancé, there are too many people who want to dig into the corners! Especially after the scandal between her and Harry, the number of stupid people who absolutely have the opportunity to take advantage of it has skyrocketed.

After all, although Riddle wears half a mask, just by looking at the half of his face that comes out, he can be sure that he is handsome and miserable, coupled with his elegant temperament, noble talk, and knowledgeable, he is basically labeled as a "pure-blooded nobleman". For Slytherin, and Ravenclaw, and a certain group of people from Blombottom, it's simply multiplying the lethality, okay?!

Opal is sure that if it weren't for the fact that Riddle had left Hogwarts in order to deal with Rita's affairs recently, the number of people who wanted to deliver love letters to him would definitely double! I can't bear it!

She's insecure, okay?

Riddle felt a little amused by Opal's careful thinking, but he didn't say anything about it—he didn't want to think about the age difference, would he take a fancy to the girls in Hogwarts right now?

However, Opal, who is so careful to protect his food, still feels quite cute.

"How's the preparation for the competition?"

[Naturally, everything is ready, whether it is the materials or whatever.] ]

When it came to business, Opallu showed a hint of self-confidence, [absolutely no problem.] I've tried it many times in private. Thanks to everyone in the Forbidden Forest for helping to find materials. ]

After all, although the "Dragon Sleeping Elixir" has not been configured for a long time, the preparation of materials is quite cumbersome.

If it weren't for the fact that she had many friends, it would have been enough for her to prepare alone.

Although she had read the corresponding records in the secret realm of the lake, when it came time to start configuring, she still admired the heroic spirit who was given the name of "Guinevere" in the Arthurian era, after all, the heroic spirit should be specialized in combat, but she had never touched the potion but could successfully configure such a complex dragon sleeping potion at one time, and she could only write the word "service".

Having said that, even the black dragon that is a fantasy species can be fascinated at one time, and I believe that the four dragons who are just the sub-dragon species at the moment should be completely unable to resist the effects of this potion.

"You just have to be prepared."

Riddle nodded, closed his eyes a little sleepily - after all, he was not iron-clad, after disposing of Rita first, he contacted some of his subordinates to make some arrangements, and at the same time packed and divided a series of tasks that the witch threw on his head, and now he was a little tired when he returned to Opal's bedroom.

As for asking Opal if he is sure? Riddle wouldn't do that kind of superfluous thing.

To put it bluntly, the Triwizard Tournament is just a game for school students, and when it comes to cruelty, it is far less than the open and secret battles in the adult world, he doesn't believe it

It's a kind of self-confidence.

[Riddle is tired?] ]

The first to notice Riddle's exhaustion, Opal immediately got up from him, [It's not too early, let's rest early.] ]

She still had a lot of things to ask, but ......

Sure enough, Riddle's matter is the most important.

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Hogwarts Playing Field

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Time flew by, and soon it was the day of the first event of the Triwizard Tournament.

The atmosphere at the school was very tense and exhilarating early in the morning. Classes were closed at noon, giving the whole school time to go to the field below to circle dragons - of course, they didn't know what they would see there at the moment.

Harry felt like an outsider.

As he walked by, the people next to him wished him good luck and cursed him through gritted teeth, and he felt that it had nothing to do with him—because the tension was so strong that he almost suspected that he would lose control on the way to the dragon, and chanted a spell to everyone he saw.

The speed of time began to be disturbed by the tension in his senses, and in his mind he seemed to be sitting in the classroom for the first lesson, the history of magic, and in the blink of an eye he was walking into the auditorium for lunch...... Professor McGonagall then hurried towards him in the Great Hall, and many people looked at them.

"Potter, now the warriors are going to the field below...... You have to be ready to complete the first project. ”

"Okay."

Harry said as he stood up, his fork falling to the plate with a clatter.

"Good luck, Harry."

Hermione, who had been accompanying Harry on Charms for a while, whispered, "You're going to make it!" ”

"Hmm."

Harry said that he didn't feel like his voice was his own.

He left the Great Hall with Professor McGonagall, who looked flustered - in fact, she was as anxious as Hermione, and she accompanied Harry down the stone steps and outside.

It was a cold November afternoon, and she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Okay, don't be nervous."

She seemed to be comforting Harry, and as if she was convincing herself to "keep your head level...... We have some wizards on our side, and if things don't go well, they will step forward to control the situation...... The most important thing is to give full play to your own abilities, and no one will think that you are inferior to others...... Are you okay? ”

"It's fine."

Harry forced himself to smile, "It's okay, I'm fine. ”

Professor McGonagall led him around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, towards where the dragon was. As they approached the bush where they could see the grounds, Harry found that a tent had been erected to block the dragons, and the entrance to the tent was facing them.

"You'll have to go in with a few other warriors."

Professor McGonagall said, her voice shaking, "Wait for your turn, Potter." Mr. Bagman was also in it...... He's going to tell you the steps...... Good luck. ”

"Thank you."

With that, Harry walked inside—the other warriors were already there.

Fleur 1 Delacour sat on a low wooden stool in the corner. She was not at all as calm and composed, and her face was very pale and sickly. Victor Krum looked even more gloomy than usual, and Harry guessed it was his way of showing his nervousness.

Opal looked as calm as ever, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. When Harry entered, she opened her eyes and smiled faintly at him, Harry smiled back, and then somehow felt that her nervousness seemed to be much better.

"Harry! That's great! ”

Bagman turned his head to look at him and said happily, "Come in, come in, relax, just like you are in your own home!" ”

Bagman stood in the middle of the warriors, like a hulking cartoon character — and he was back in his old Hornets jersey.

"Alright, now that everyone is here—it's time to brief you on!"

"When the audience is gathered, I'm going to take turns handing this bag to each of you." ”

As he spoke, he held up a purple silk bag and shook it at them, "You pick out the little model of the thing you're going to be up against!" They have different – well-– kinds. I have one more thing to tell you...... Ah, right...... Your mission is to pick up golden eggs! ”

Harry looked around, and Opal nodded with a smug expression. Fleur Delacour and Krum didn't react in the slightest. Probably they felt like they would vomit in a panic as soon as they spoke—that's exactly how Harry felt.

But a few of them at least volunteered to compete...... Harry was a little distracted.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of feet could be heard walking across the tent, and the owners of the feet were talking and laughing excitedly......

Harry felt out of place with those people, as if they belonged to another similar kind. Then—in the blink of an eye in Harry's senses—Bagman was already unpacking the purple silk bag.

"Ladies first."

He said, handing the bag to Fleur Delacour first.

She reached into the sack with a trembling hand and pulled out a small, delicate model of a dragon—a Welsh green dragon with a number tied around its neck: Two.

Harry saw that Fleur did not show the slightest surprise but a resigned expression, and he knew that his assumption was correct: Madame Maxime had told Fleur what the challenge was coming.

Then there was Opal, who pulled out the silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon with the number one tied around its neck.

Krum then confirmed the same. He took out the bright red Chinese fireball, and the number was three tied around his neck. He didn't even blink an eye, he just sat down, his eyes fixed on the ground.

Harry knew what he had left for himself, and he reached into his silk pocket and pulled out the Hungarian tree bee, number four. As he looked down, the little dragon spread its wings, baring its tiny fangs.

"Alright, you've got it!"

"You've all drawn the dragon you're going to face, and the number on its neck is the order in which you went to fight the dragon, understand?" Okay, I'm going to leave you for a moment, because I'm going to give an explanation to the audience. Miss Snape, you're the first, you walked into that field as soon as you heard the whistle, you know? So...... Harry...... Can I say a few words to you? Coming outside? ”

"Hmm...... Good. ”

Harry said blankly. He stood up and went outside the tent with Bagman. Bagman led him a little farther away, into the bushes, and then turned to look at him with a fatherly expression on his face.

"How does it feel, Harry? Is there anything I can help with? ”

"What?"

Harry said, "I-no, no. ”

"Do you have a score in your heart?"

Bagman asked stealthily lowering his voice. "If you'd like, I can give you a few ideas. I mean...... You're at a disadvantage here, Harry...... As long as I can help......"

"No,"

Almost instantly, Harry became vigilant, and interrupted Bagman abruptly and rudely, "No- I- I know what I have to do, thank you." ”

"No one will know, Harry."

Bagman said, blinking.

"No, I'm fine."

Somewhere the whistle sounded.

"God, I have to run!"

As if frightened by the whistle, Bagman said in a panic and ran away.

Finally gone.

Harry made his way towards the tent and saw Opal emerge from it. As the two passed by, Harry wanted to wish her good luck, but couldn't say anything.

[Don't worry, just do your own thing.] ]

Instead, Opal smiled at him encouragingly, and then walked lightly towards the playing field.

I don't know why, looking at Opal's back, Harry has a kind of sincere envy - if only he could be as strong as Opal, at least he wouldn't feel too nervous when it comes to this kind of thing.