"You're no better than me," said Roger, who was eating homemade burgers in two or three bites, patting the scraps on his hands, "but now you better have breakfast, where are more cheers waiting for you... Hero~"

Harry thought about entering the Great Hall and confronting the rest of Gryffindor, who all thought of him as a hero... The little savior felt a little dry in his throat. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info he was really a little worried.

But if he didn't go to the Great Hall, he would have to stay here hungry, and the main thing was that there were not a few people in the common room, and two junior students were looking at him adoringly, beckoning desperately to him to come to them.

So, Harry glared at Roger fiercely, and decisively walked to the hole behind the portrait, ready to push it away and climb out, before he reached out and took a picture with Hermione and Ginny, who had returned together.

"Hey, Harry," Ginny held up a stack of bread wrapped in a napkin, "I brought it to you, Hermione said you wouldn't want to go to the restaurant... Want to go for a walk?"

"Good idea!" said the little savior, relieved, gratefully.

Roger stood up from the sidelines, complaining about the girls' approach: "It's really uncooperative..."

The four of them went downstairs and, without looking at the auditorium, sped through the foyer. Soon, they were striding on the lawn that stretched out towards the lake. Durmstrang's large ship moored on the lake, casting a black reflection in the water.

It was a cold morning, and I was strolling around and munching on bread.

"Roger declared in front of most of the students in the auditorium that it was all your idea that we could be selected for the Triwizard Tournament, and that your reputation had risen to the next level under his publicity...", Hermione said to Harry.

The little savior snorted, and a lot of breadcrumbs erupted from his mouth: "He's... Sorry... He's doing the same thing in the common room! Shameless villain!"

Ignoring Harry's complaints, Roger grabbed a slice of bread and threw it into the lake. As he watched the bread float up and down the waves on the surface of the lake, a huge tentacle emerged from the water and grabbed the bread under the water.

"What are we going to do now?" asked Harry, a little worried. Following Roger's example, he threw the last piece of bread into the lake.

"What else can we do if we've already signed up?, and Dumbledore also said that the Goblet of Fire has a contract, and there is no way for us to quit. Hermione had almost resigned herself to her fate, but she couldn't help but give Roger a blank look.

"I just don't know what our first project will be?" Ginny looked a little excited, and she spun around in place, "It should be exciting, right?"

"Don't worry, it's going to be quite exciting~" Roger smiled, squatted down to pick up a small branch, and poked at the squid whiskers sticking out of the lake to beg for food.

Seeing the optimistic attitude of these two people, the little savior showed a little sad face: "Compared with the three real warriors, we are three years behind our studies, and the relative stimulation becomes dangerous..."

Then he suddenly thought of something, and said very quickly, "Well, do you think the Ministry of Magic will lower the difficulty of the competition according to our age?"

"Impossible," Hermione directly dismissed the little savior's delusions, "If the difficulty of the competition will be adjusted according to age, how can the previous triwizard tournaments be dead?

Harry let out a long sigh and grabbed Roger's neck and shook it desperately, "You really hurt me this time!

"It's just a competition, it's just a training exercise at best. The real battle is far more dangerous than this..."Roger calmly broke the little savior's hands and looked at him with slanted eyes: "If it weren't for your resolute opposition to going to the Forbidden Forest to exercise, I wouldn't want you to participate in this little fight..."

Harry stopped talking.

No matter how dangerous the Triwizard Tournament is, it is also the result of discussion and deliberation among many wizards, and the danger is only an obstacle set up because of the competition, not for the sake of the participants' lives. But follow Roger to the Forbidden Forest to make a fuss... It must have been a scene of nine deaths

"But I'm even more reluctant to show this appearance in front of the whole school... If you can't do it, raise your hand and give up... It's a shame. Hermione was also rather unoptimistic, and said sullenly, "And I'm more worried about Neville..."

"Neville's progress has been quite great, he's not as useless as you think!" Ginny shouted at the little fat man.

She practiced with Luna and Neville last year and had the most intuitive understanding of Neville's progress and hard work.

"I'm not saying he's useless," Hermione waved her hand impatiently, "It's just his mental state and ability to withstand pressure... Think about it, if you are scared out of something during the game..."

Ginny smacked her lips and didn't say anything more, it's very likely...

Roger threw the stick into the lake, and the big squid waited for a long time without seeing any food thrown down, so he took the tentacles back.

"How else can it be called exercise? There are setbacks to make progress," he said, patting the grass clippings on his hands.

They no longer discussed this topic, but instead discussed using their free time to practice more magic with each other, and since the competition was a foregone conclusion, it was a good time to compete with the three seniors, although their way of participating was not glamorous, but it was also a demonstration of Hogwarts' strength.

As for the uproar, Hermione and the others thought that things would get better once everyone got used to them being warriors, but the next day it turned out that their thinking was very wrong.

After the resumption of classes, Roger and the others could no longer hide from the rest of the school, with Harry being the most uncomfortable... Apparently, the other housemates, like the Gryffindors, were bewitched by Roger's remarks, thinking that Harry had restlessly wanted to show off and sign up for the tournament. But unlike the Gryffindors, they didn't seem to find it glamorous.

The Hufflepuffs, who had always gotten along well with the Gryffindors, were suddenly all cold to them. A single herbal medicine class is enough to prove it. Apparently, the Hufflepuffs felt that it was entirely Harry who had planned to steal the glory of their warriors.

Since Hufflepuff houses rarely receive any glory... Cedric was one of the few to bring them glory, having once defeated Gryffindor House in a Quidditch match... This only made this resentment even stronger among the Hufflepuff students.

Even Professor Sprout seemed to be cold to him. It's no wonder she's the head of Hufflepuff after all.