Chapter 405 Whose Conspiracy

However, Madame Maxim had already put her arms around Fleur and left the room quickly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Harry could also hear them talking in French on the road.

Karkaroff also beckoned to this Krum and walked out without saying a word.

"Okay. Dumbledore smiled, "It's getting late, Harry, Cedric, you go back to bed." ”

"Still, I'm guessing that the Gryffindor students, and the Hufflepuffs, are waiting for you to go back and celebrate. They find a rare opportunity to make a big fuss and take away their fun, which is too undeserved. ”

Harry and Cedric looked at each other for a moment, nodded, and walked out of the room together.

The auditorium was already empty, the candles were about to burn out, and the flames were dim and flickering. The grinning jack-o-lanterns flickered and weird.

"It seems that we have become rivals again. Cedric smiled reluctantly.

"You're still a Hogwarts Champion, win or lose, we have one more choice, don't we?" said Harry calmly.

It wasn't until he had just walked out of the stuffy and cramped room, until the cool breeze from outside the foyer blew down the oak door into the Great Hall, blowing away the heat from Harry's body. Only then did he clearly understand what he had just done.

He fought in front of a group of arrogant, high-minded adults. It seemed good that he was asserting his presence and expressing his opinion in front of a group of high-ranking forces in the wizarding world.

They reached the foyer, and as the hallway was about to part, Cedric finally couldn't take it anymore and asked, "Really, didn't you put your name in?"

"Of course, like I said, I wasn't going to compete. Harry said in a solemn tone, "If I did it, I'll admit it." ”

"Okay. Cedric said incredulously, "See you tomorrow, then." ”

Harry didn't care what he thought of Cedric, there was already Hermione, Ron, and George who believed him. As for the others, who cares about them, who cares about them.

Everyone may think that he signed up on his own, but so what, this is his fourth year at Hogwarts. Honestly, it's a bit embarrassing, but it's true. Except for his Gryffindor classmates, the students of the other houses could not recognize all of them.

This is a very embarrassing thing, after all, there are not many people in the whole school, and the number of people in one grade is even smaller. But that's it, we don't talk much, even if I've heard the teacher mention each other's names a few times, but who will remember whom.

He had to think about something more important than that, as he had said in that room. It wasn't his own name, but someone framed him, who could that person be? Dumbledore, Karkaroff, or even Snape, or Professor Moody, who could it be?

In addition to having to figure it out, he also needs to think about the dangerous events. In the old Triwizard Tournament, most of the participants would die.

Of course, this time there may be exceptions, and they have made more restrictions, they have done more protection. But in any case, for the Triwizard Tournament, four contestants, one dead, is not a serious accident in mind. But for the contestants themselves, this is something that should not be taken lightly.

He even thought of Voldemort again, and Voldemort might have been resurrected. If this was Voldemort's conspiracy, what exactly did he want to achieve, and when would he do it.

In a moment of thought, Harry was unaware of the portrait of the Fat Lady. At this time, there was already an extra witch in the portrait of the fat lady, a crumpled witch who had been seen in that small room.

The witch sat triumphantly beside the fat lady, and both she and the fat lady looked at him with interest.

"yes, that's pretty good. The fat lady said excitedly, "Violet told me everything, and you have become not only a warrior, but also a special individual participant, which is unique." ”

"That's not my intention. Harry said flatly, "I'm going in first, the password is gibberish." ”

"Well, I still hope you're happy. The Fat Lady looked at Harry kindly, then turned the hole away and let Harry return to the common room.

When the portrait was opened, the loud noise and cheers hit Harry head-on, nearly causing him to fall as he crawled at the entrance of the cave, and he was dragged into the common room by a dozen pairs of hands.

The students of Gryffindor House screamed, cheered, whistled, and learned to howl with enthusiasm.

"You should have told us you were going to sign up. Fred's deafening voice rang in Harry's ears, and his face was both agitated and annoyed.

"How did you fool that age line?" exclaimed George, impatiently.

"I didn't do it. Harry hurriedly replied, "Someone else threw my name in." ”

Angelina pushed and muttered, and said excitedly, "Although the Warriors are not me, at least they are also a member of Gryffindor, and our academy will not be absent from such a grand show." ”

"You can get your revenge on Cedric at the game, Harry. Katie Bell squealed.

"Come on, Harry, we need to celebrate, celebrate that we have a warrior in Gryffindor. ”

"Thank you, I'm not hungry, I'm full at the banquet--"

No one wants to hear him say he's not hungry, no one wants to hear him say that he didn't throw his name into the Goblet of Fire, and no one cares if he wants to celebrate it or not.

Out of nowhere, Jordan pulled out a Gryffindor House flag, and he insisted on wrapping it around Harry like a cloak, causing everyone to heckle him.

Harry couldn't leave, he wanted to get out, he wanted to sneak away. But no matter which direction he was going, he was surrounded by the crowd and squeezed back.

His classmates surrounded him, forced him to drink another beer, and shoved peanuts and biscuits into his hands.

Everyone is enthusiastic, but everyone is also only passionate about what they want to know. They surrounded Harry, asking questions about how he had cheated the age line, how he had thrown his name into the Goblet of Fire.

"I don't know. Harry repeated over and over again, "I didn't throw the name into the Goblet of Fire. ”

No one believed him, they just thought he didn't want to say, so they asked more enthusiastically.

"Oh, I'm tired. After about half an hour, he finally couldn't take it anymore, and he yelled, "I'm having a hard time, I'm sorry, I'm going to sleep." ”

(To be continued.) )