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Moody replied with a gruff voice, dragging his heavy prosthetic leg behind Professor McGonagall and out of the room.

As Moody's 'ooh, aa, aw' footsteps walked away, Dumbledore drew his wand and waved it, and his blue eyes fell on Snape in the shadows.

"Help me keep an eye on my brother and make sure no one finds out what he's doing. Lao Deng said very seriously.

Snape stood in the shadows and did not come out, but his tone became cold and chilling: "Pay attention to your brother, that's not what you said when you begged me to give up!"

"I'm sorry... But the stakes are high in cloning, and if Voldemort finds out, the consequences will be unimaginable..."

There was a palpitating silence, and the surrounding candles did not make the slightest movement, Snape walked out with a gloomy face, he stared at Dumbledore, and said word by word, "I will resurrect Lily when I succeed... If anyone dares to stop me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Snape strode out of the room, robes flying behind him.

Dumbledore looked at his back and sighed deeply, he was not qualified to preach in this matter... I was knocked unconscious by Aberforth last time, but I didn't have the idea of longing for the cloning technology to be continued by my brother...

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As the portrait was opened, Hermione nearly fell on her back with a sudden noise that poured into her ears. Then, along with Harry, Neville, Ginny, and Roger behind her, she was dragged into the common room by about a dozen hands. In front of all the Gryffindor House students, they were all screaming, cheering, and whistling.

"You should have told us you signed up!" Fred yelled at his little sister.

"And a few of you!, how did you convince Dumbledore?" exclaimed George. The twins looked half annoyed, half excited.

"I don't," said Ginny with difficulty, "you go and ask Roger—"

"Gryffindor has been selected six at once!" At this time, a senior girl whose name Roger didn't remember rushed to Harry in a whirlwind: "Oh, even if I don't have me, at least I've won glory for Gryffindor!"

"Even you, Harry, are better than that Diggri even if you break the rules!" the other girl screamed at the little savior.

The two girls looked familiar to each other, and knew that she and the previous girl were both members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. But I didn't remember what it was called, and I didn't care much about this thing.

"We've got something to eat, Hermione, come over and eat—"

"I'm not hungry, I've eaten enough at the banquet. ”

"Give it to me, give it to me, I think I can eat more—" Roger took the plate.

No one wanted to hear Hermione say she wasn't hungry, no one wanted to hear Neville say he didn't put his name in the goblet, and no one seemed to notice that Harry wasn't in the mood to celebrate it at all...

Out of nowhere, Fred tossed out a Gryffindor House flag and wrapped it around his little sister like a cloak. Ginny, like Roger, enjoyed the lively revelry.

Miss Hermione's name has long been known to Gryffindor students, but this is the first time she has been so enthusiastically watched and entertained... The girl was a little uncomfortable, and it was not her intention to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, she was very irritable but there was no way to get out...

Whenever one of them tried to sneak up the stairs leading to the dormitory, the crowd approached her, surrounded her, forced her to drink another glass of butterbeer, or shoved cookies and peanuts into her hands...

"I'm tired!" After about half an hour, Hermione finally couldn't take it anymore and yelled, "No, seriously, Lavender... I want to go to bed..."

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and Hermione pushed through the crowd and walked towards the stairs of the girls' dormitory.

"Hey, man, what's wrong with her? doesn't look very happy?" Fred asked Roger, who was wildly pouring wine into his mouth.

"Probably relatives are here, so I'm a little manic if I don't like to move..."Before Roger could finish speaking, the armchair in the corner of the lounge was pushed by the crowd of revelers and flew up with a whoosh, slapping him on the floor with precision over everyone's heads.

Hermione, who was standing on the steps, snorted coldly, put her wand back in her pocket, and pushed the door back to the dorm.

"You must know that trouble comes from the mouth~" Harry gloated and stomped on Roger.

Except for Hermione, no one left, Ginny herself was very hilarious, Harry and Neville were stopped by Roger himself to drink, but not high distillation, but some butterbeer brought by the twins from the kitchen, these two people were able to keep their senses more or less without taking off their underwear...

It wasn't until just after one o'clock in the morning that Professor McGonagall, dressed in a plaid flowery dressing gown and with a hairnet, arrived at the scene and insisted that everyone go to bed, that their revelry ended.

By this time, Harry and Neville were already a little dazed, and when they returned to the dormitory, they immediately started snoring as soon as they touched the pillow.

Roger leaned on the windowsill and looked at the frightened birds in the forbidden forest in the distance under the moonlight, and after drinking all the wine in his hand, he climbed into bed.

On Sunday morning, Harry woke up, and it took a while for him to remember why he was feeling so tired and anxious. Then, all at once, the events of last night came to mind.

He sat up and found Roger's bed empty, apparently having already gone downstairs for breakfast.

Harry got dressed and made his way up the spiral staircase to the common room below. As soon as he appeared, the classmates who had already eaten breakfast cheered enthusiastically, and Roger also mixed in with a homemade burger in the crowd.

Harry felt like they all thought of him as a hero... When he thought about it, he felt a little worried.

"Look, Roger is right behind you, and we can participate in the Triwizard Tournament thanks to him!He's the hero of Gryffindor!"

The crowd cheered inexplicably more enthusiastically, and many words of praise reached Harry's ears:

"It's really like Roger said, Harry must be humble in the face of our cheers..."

"Don't deny it, Roger told us everything!"

"Yes, yes, you do it all alone..."

"Sign up, bypass Dumbledore's age line, and convince the officials of the Ministry of Magic to let you all participate... We all know it!"

The little savior glared at Roger, who was the first to strike, and gritted his teeth: "How can people be so shameless!"