Ollivander seemed to be frightened by Lao Deng's words, and quickly shook his head: "Must? No, I don't think it's necessarily to kill..."

Dumbledore's brows furrowed a lot, he was also wondering if the magic cloth attack would be caused by Roger, after all, this is the only large-scale murder in England recently...

But as soon as he learned from Ollivander that he didn't have to kill, Dumbledore immediately remembered the large nest of pests that Roger had eliminated in the Forbidden Forest last year... That's the entire eight-eyed giant spider race, and it's huge. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Telling Dumbledore everything he had to say, Mr. Ollivander left Hogwarts in a hurry, he didn't know much about the situation, he didn't know what old Deng would do to Roger, but this did not prevent the old man from leaving here in a hurry.

After all, in the eyes of any normal person, the person who kills for no reason is a madman, and the madman is a time bomb that will explode itself and take the people around him to hell by the way.

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Over the next two weeks, as time went on, Roger's shock at discovering that Harry and Hermione would finally become school warriors faded slightly, but another fear seemed to be beginning to seep into their hearts.

What will be up against him at Triwizard Tournament? The first project is approaching day by day, and in Neville's own words, it is like a terrifying behemoth, entrenched in front of him, blocking his path in life.

After all, Harry and Hermione are still too young to see a big scene, and when it comes to the event, they have to complete an unknown, dangerous, and extremely difficult magical activity in front of hundreds of people, and they are inevitably nervous and afraid. However, in the current situation, six of the people who played together were their friends, and it was a great comfort to see that they were not the only ones who suffered.

When you are full of fear of something and wish that time would slow down, time will not fulfill your wishes, but will speed it up. It's a strange thing. The days before the first project passed in the blink of an eye, as if someone had doubled the clock.

On the Saturday before the first program began, the school approved the trips to Hogsmeade for students from Year 3 onwards. Ginny and Luna were finally able to make a carriage in the open, instead of choosing to go through the narrow, wet passage.

In the Three Broomsticks Tavern, Roger and the rest of the five friends gathered around a round table in a corner, and the passing Slytherin students would pass by and sneer at the sight of the little savior, but Roger didn't see too many people wearing the badge in support of Cedric.

"Do you want a handkerchief, Potter, lest you weep in Transfiguration class?"

"When did you become the top student in the school, Potter? Maybe you started this school with Longbottom?"

Harry was angry, but he was also confused, and he couldn't understand what the Slytherin bugs were so aroused to find fault.

"Ignore them," Hermione said in a dignified tone, holding her head high as if she hadn't seen the sneering Slytherin students, "just ignore them, Harry. ”

Roger patted Hermione on the shoulder, thoughtful, "Where's today's Daily Prophet?"

"Yes, but I'm coming to Hogsmeade today," the girl said, taking out a folded newspaper from her small satchel, "I haven't had time to read it yet." ”

"It's nothing, it's boring to sit and learn about national affairs," Roger took it with a smile and searched for the article on it with a shake of his hand.

The Slytherin students who had come over to taunt Harry saw that Harry had endured it in silence, and giggled and pushed the door and left the tavern.

It wasn't so much a search as it was the first glance at the information Roger was looking for, and a large part of the first page of the newspaper was occupied by a close-up photo of Harry.

Rita Skeeter's article on the Triwizard Tournament was published. The article is not so much a report on the tournament as it is a depiction of Harry's personal life.

The entire article (to be continued to the second, sixth, and seventh editions) is about the Little Savior, with Beauxbatons and Durmstrang Warriors and Cedric's names squeezed into the last line of the article, misspelled, and not mentioned at all about Roger, the cheaters who sneaked in.

Roger read the newspaper with a slurp in his mouth, and kept exclaiming to the little savior: "Tsk... Harry, I didn't know you were so sentimental after being together for so long..."

"Look at this paragraph: I think my parents gave me strength. I know they would be very proud of me if they could see me now. ... Yes, there are times during the night when I still cry for them, and I don't feel ashamed to admit it. I know nothing can hurt me in the game because they are watching over me......"

Roger read the contents of the newspaper aloud to his friends, and then looked at the little savior with a playful face: "You are still crying secretly in the bed? ”

"What!? I didn't—" Harry suddenly felt a hot, uncomfortable sense of shame in his heart, and retorted loudly, "I never said those words! I haven't said a full word since she pulled me into the broomroom!"

"This is not unusual," the mad girl muttering butterbeer suddenly interjected, "My dad told me that the Daily Prophet is a tool to cover up the truth and induce public opinion for the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, so that wizards can continue to accept the rule of the Ministry of Magic. ”

Almost everyone who could hear the news was stunned, except for Roger and the mad girl Luna.

"It's like the attack on the Ministry of Magic during the summer vacation, and the truth is that it's a purge between different factions of the Ministry. Otherwise, Cornelius Fudge's secret army would not have made any moves. ”

"What?" Harry was completely stunned by the unexpected situation, and didn't bother to bother with the disgusting tirade in the newspaper.

"Yes, he has an army of Heliopa. Luna said seriously.

"What is Heliopa?" Neville asked, looking dazed.

"They are fire spirits," said the mad girl, her bulging eyes wide and wide, making her even more mad than usual, "a fiery behemoth that rushes across the earth and burns everything in front of it." ”