The sudden noise that poured into her ears shook Hermione and she nearly fell. Then, in a whirlwind, she was dragged into the innermost part of the common room by about a dozen pairs of hands at once, screaming, cheering, and whistling at Professor McGonagall's classmates.

Harry watched in amazement as Hermione quickly disappeared in front of him, the battle in front of him that he had only seen once, when he won the Quidditch Cup last year.

"Wait--"

Harry cried out as he came to his senses, desperately trying to get Hermione back. Professor McGonagall had just clarified one of the things that seemed most obvious to him, and the specifics of the argument that could be expected to take place in the back room of the auditorium would have to be clarified by Hermione!

Hermione was stunned by the enthusiastic faces in front of her. It is true that she has always been a little famous in her grade because of her excellent grades, but for the vast majority of young wizards, grades are the most insignificant things. They prefer fresh and exciting topics, and little wizards like Harry, who excel in the sport that people love.

She had never been so welcomed, and the high-pitched human affection that greeted her almost made her unable to think calmly.

"We were just complaining that you wouldn't let us throw names into the Goblet of Fire, but you sneaked up on the idea!"

George shouted, but there was an excited smile on his face.

"Oh, who the hell would be so kind!"

Fred yelled,

"Why can't he piggyback our names in there!"

"I'm sorry!"

Hermione saw Angelina desperately squeezing through the crowd, came up to her and said apologetically and loudly, "I thought I was thinking the same as Fred and George, I thought you were teasing me, Hermione, oh, congratulations, at least you can play for Gryffindor, don't you!" ”

Hermione suddenly felt the urge to cry again.

When Professor Bryan called out her name, those distrustful, sarcastic, and angry eyes seemed to step her into prison, and now, these Gryffindor classmates have pulled her out of hell again, you can't say that, she is still in big trouble, and there are still many things to figure out, but at present, she must not have a chance to discuss with Harry and Ron Speaking of Ron, she has just seen Harry, but Ron has never shown up.

A feeling of unease welled up in Hermione's mind, and she stood on tiptoe and tried to look around, but all the classmates who could squeeze in front of her now were so tall that Hermione couldn't see much, not even Harry.

Fred and George made a lot of food and drink like a trick, and the grand celebration party began immediately, and the little lions were so excited that there would finally be someone to replace Gryffindor in the extremely honorable event of the Triwizard Tournament, and they didn't even notice the expression in front of them.

Hermione felt like a Quidditch Quidleball on a Quidditch field, being pushed around, many faces appearing in front of her, forcing a snack and a glass of butterbeer in her hand, and she had to watch her drink it to be satisfied, and then the next person followed.

There was no room for refusal, the agility she had developed in Professor Brian's classes would not be useful in a grinding environment, and her strength was not strong enough to resist people's enthusiasm.

Anyway, in the end, her shaggy curls were completely disorganized, and she looked like the mane of the lion painted on the Gryffindor banner that I don't know when. Her cheeks were flushed, mainly from the butterbeer.

Hermione spat Neville. It's not the faint alcohol in the butterbeer, it's just the nausea of being poured in, and seeing her embarrassed appearance, people finally stopped a little. However, they still wouldn't let him go, and when Ginny tried to pull her to the stairs of the girls' dormitory, a large group of boys stopped the way.

"She needs a break!"

Harry shouted loudly, he and Ginny set up Hermione left and right, and the two of them obviously couldn't break through the wall in front of the stairs in the dormitory, so they had to take her to the door, and when the portrait of the fat lady fell, Hermione realized that Ron, who had disappeared for a long time, suddenly appeared.

"Where have you been?"

Hermione knew she must be looking funny now, as Harry and Ginny were laughing at her, and she glared at them in exasperation, trying desperately to smooth the top of her head, but the hair was like a spring strand that stood up as soon as she let go of her hand.

"I've been on the couch by the fireplace—"

Ron dodged Hermione's gaze, and he shrugged,

"Maybe you only pay attention to those who toast you."

Ron's tone and words even Harry felt something was wrong, but he didn't think much about it, because there was something more important to discuss right now.

They moved away from the portrait of the Fat Lady, as the framed Fat Lady and her friend had been staring at them with interest, apparently intending to eavesdrop on their conversation.

The four of them stopped on one of the large steps of the spiral staircase, the windows of the wall wide open, and the cold wind that broke into the castle made a few people who had been in the scorching heat for a long time feel a chill, especially Hermione, the haze in her eyes quickly disappeared.

Last summer at the Weasley house, whenever Harry, Ron, and Hermione were going to talk in private, Ginny would always have the discernment to leave on her own, but tonight, she ignored Ron's suggestive look and made up her mind to stay here and hear what was going on.

"What the hell did they say?"

Harry asked urgently,

"Professor McGonagall said they cleared you. Suspicion, what the hell is going on! ”

Call--

Hermione gasped several times, recalling the argument that had taken place in the small room behind the auditorium, which had only happened, but which she felt like a long time had passed.

"It's Professor Brian—" Hermione gasped.

This is an answer that is both surprising and taken for granted. No one spoke, and Harry, Ron, and Ginny were all waiting for Hermione to explain in detail.

"He told everyone that the Goblet of Fire was a powerful magic item, that it was very difficult to get the Goblet of Fire to mix up the number of schools participating in the tournament, that it was impossible for the little wizards to do it, and that there weren't many of the faculty members who could do it, and that I couldn't get a professor to cheat for me, and that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang couldn't refute his claims--"

Hermione's eyes gleamed with gratitude.

If it weren't for Professor Blaine's determination that she didn't throw her name into the Goblet of Fire in the first place, it is to be expected that she would be in a much worse position now. Of course, she actually had a lot of trouble.

"Professor Bryan didn't find out who did this, or, what the man was doing it for?"

Harry asked worriedly.

After so many years of being at the center of intrigue and intriguing, he had learned from the experience, and so many Gryffindor classmates were excited that Gryffindor had a warrior, but he didn't seem to be a 'delicious pie'.

Harry's question made Hermione, who had been covered with flowers for a long time, find a sense of fear, she now felt that the cool breeze blowing through the window was a little cold, she unconsciously clenched her arms, and the flush on her cheeks receded, revealing a hint of despair and helplessness.

And her performance made Ron, who had been dull, stunned, and Ginny also frowned slightly, and Harry, who realized that something was indeed wrong, immediately asked,

"What's the matter, Hermione, what else did Professor Bryan say?"

"It's Professor Moody—"

Hermione pursed her faded lips, and she tried to make her voice as steady as she could, so that Harry could see her fear,

Professor Moody's argues. Think, the person who did all this hated me and wanted me to have an accident. In terms of events—"

Harry's face immediately turned blue, and Ron almost blurted out, 'That's Malfoy!' But in the end, he both resisted the urge to speak.

"What else?"

Ginny saw that Hermione had more to say, and she asked.

"And."

The moist light in Hermione's brown pupils flickered,

"Someone wanted Hogwarts to make a joke, so they let Hogwarts have two champions, and then. One of them had an accident during a match, and Hogwarts was completely discredited."

(End of chapter)