Hermione told her exactly what had happened in the small room after she entered the Great Hall, and what bothered Harry the most was Professor Moody's guess.

Either someone hates Hermione and wants Hermione to die in an accident in a dangerous project, or someone wants Hogwarts to be unlucky, and the way to do this is to make two warriors for Hogwarts, make the school hostile and ostracized, and then make the conspiracy make Hermione. Oh, given the danger of the game, there may be no need to use other means at all.

To sum it up, it's to let Hermione die.

"You can't be part of the game!"

Harry's turquoise eyes gleamed in the light of the torches, and he cried out in a rage

"How dare they know the consequences. How dare you still get involved. ”

Hermione leaned against the cold wall with her arms crossed, silent.

"I'm going to Professor McGonagall. Or Professor Blaine, Dumbledore. Anyway, anyone can do it, they have to find a way to get you out of it, they can't watch you die! ”

Maybe it was Hermione's narration, maybe it was Harry's angry words, but Ron seemed a little taken aback, he really didn't think deeply about the risks behind it. Ginny looked at Hermione with pity, but she still refuted Harry's claims,

"You can't change the outcome, Harry, the professors have already discussed the plan, it won't work--"

"Then!"

Harry's eyes widened, his voice raised high, but he didn't know what to say.

What can I do?

As Professor Dumbledore said, ruined the Goblet of Fire, ruined the Triwizard Tournament, and ruined the dreams of the other three innocent warriors. He was happy to do so, but Harry knew he couldn't convince any of the professors, not even the students who wanted to see the fun.

"Maybe it won't be that dangerous--"

Harry's condition worried Ginny, and she reassured,

"I think after this happens, Professor Bryan will definitely scrutinize the competition program, and he will definitely not let people do it again so that it can be compared fairly, isn't it, Hermione is no worse than Diggory in physical education class, and if Diggory can handle the competition program, then Hermione can also-"

"But Professor Blaine said before--"

Harry said with a frown. Yes, Ginny's words made sense, but he still felt uneasy

"The Triwizard Tournament is a comparison of the overall level rather than the dueling skills, Diggory. Those three warriors, they are the best among the senior wizards, and they must have mastered a lot of knowledge that we haven't learned yet."

To be honest, it was quite surprising that Harry could rack his brains to provide such a point of view, at least to Hermione's surprise, and she looked at Harry anxiously and pursed her lips, her heart unspeakably moved.

"Hermione has gone through all the tutorials, has she?"

Ginny raised her white chin and asked, "During the summer, I found you reading Percy's sixth-grade textbooks. ”

"Oh-" Hermione said weakly, "I just memorized them--"

In this analysis, Hermione's disadvantage does not seem to be that great, although she is still two years away from becoming a legitimate warrior.

"What do they want the Warriors to do in the first project?"

No one knew better than Harry and Ron how good Hermione was among young wizards, and if any of the three of them had what it took to be a warrior, Harry thought it would be Hermione. But in the current situation, it is indeed difficult for people to rejoice about this.

Although she had said it before, Hermione still repeated Barty Crouch's final instructions to the Warriors.

"That's it, they didn't say anything more?"

Harry exclaimed, disgruntled,

"They should give you some special treatment, you're the youngest Warrior, Hermione, anyway, the competition is definitely tougher for you. It's not your fault that you're being targeted! ”

It's funny, who pulled Hermione into the water?

"Could it be Snape?"

Harry pondered the question, and the thought struck him,

"Professor Blaine said that the people who can shake the judgment of the Goblet of Fire are in the small room, you think, who has this motive, the people in the room, Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody, Professor Blaine, Professor Dumbledore, and. Snape! ”

Harry was furious, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought it was possible.

"He is the most suspicious Professor Bryan has a good relationship with him and will not suspect him, Professor Dumbledore also trusts him, but he has always disliked you being in the limelight in his class, and he doesn't like Dumbledore, if Dumbledore loses face, he will definitely be happy!"

No one agreed with Harry's words, not even Hermione, and he said angrily,

"I'm going to write to Sirius and tell him about this, he's an Auror now, maybe he can help us investigate Snape."

Judging by the information currently available, it seems that there is only so much to discuss. What had happened could not be changed, and Hermione would always have to deal with a very risky event.

"What do you think, Ron?"

Still no one was positive about his decision, and Harry looked at Ron dissatisfied, as Ron would normally be united with Snape when he scolded him.

"Oh, congratulations--"

Ron's silence tonight was unsettling, and perhaps it was because of this uneasiness that Harry threw the topic to him, but Ron gave an unexpected answer to Harry's question.

"What?"

Harry asked, puzzled, and Ginny looked at Ron in confusion.

It was Hermione, who was holding her delicate arm, suddenly trembling, and she still kept her head down, staring at the swaying shadows of several people carved into the ground by the firelight.

Ron was facing Harry, but it didn't look like he was talking to him. He smiled, but it was a very awkward, reluctant one, and he shrugged his shoulders as he looked at Harry and Ginny in bewilderment, as if he were saying something obvious,

"You've all heard what Professor Bryan said before, the Triwizard Tournament will be broadcast live in the magical civilizations of many European countries in the same way he used to monitor schools, which means that as long as the game starts, thousands of wizards will be able to see your face, maybe you will be even more famous than Lockhart, and in addition, after the game is over, Professor Bryan will definitely not fool people with goblin fake gold like Ludo Bagman."

Hermione's face was still in the shadow of the firelight, and no one could see the sadness she revealed.

"What are you talking about?"

Harry said angrily,

"We're now talking about the danger Hermione is going to face, and whether or not Snape did it!"

Ron shrugged his shoulders again, he seemed to love the action,

"It's going to be fine, right, I mean, no one will die in the competition, and with Professor Bryant and Dumbledore watching, they must have confidence in this since they have decided to re-host the tournament. Maybe these people are just playing up the tension, like when Professor Bryan bluffed before he let us deal with that yin corpse in the second year--"

"I'm going back to rest—"

Hermione said suddenly, her shoulders off the wall, and she took a deep breath and said, she didn't even give the rest of the group a chance to speak, she hurried away, and when Harry and the three of them caught up, only to see Hermione's back in the common room.

Even back in the dorm, the classmates didn't stop celebrating Hermione's becoming a warrior, and Neville still had a bottle of butterbeer in his hand, sitting on the edge of the bed and smiling silly. Harry didn't join in the conversation, as he claimed, and he threw himself on the table to write a letter to Sirius, which reminded him of Sirius, who they hadn't seen each other since their quarrel over summer, though the letters they exchanged had deliberately downplayed the conflict.

In order to get the whole story straight, Harry's letter was longer than any paper he had written since his time at Hogwarts.

Harry folded the letter and prepared to go to Hedwig at the owl shed early tomorrow morning. He sat in his chair, staring out the window into the deep darkness, quietly listening to the howling waves of the Forbidden Forest, still worried about Hermin.

It was a very strange feeling, Harry had a feeling.

In previous years, Harry probably got into more trouble than any other student at Hogwarts, and most of the time, Hermione was able to give him fair advice, but this time, the person in trouble was Hermione, so could he give it to her. It has to work.

But how?

Harry wished his head could be as bright as Hermione's.

Stuffing the new one into the pocket of his robe, Harry snorted and stood up, Seamus and Dean still cheering, while Neville had collapsed on the bed, half of the bottle of butterbeer in his hand had been spilled on the quilt, but Neville knew nothing.

It was a funny scene, and Harry subconsciously wanted Ron to take a look.

Ron was already asleep, and he stood motionless facing the wall, covering his head with the quilt.

"Okay."

Harry muttered, and he shrugged his shoulders like Ron had done before, ready to wash up, but only took two steps before Harry suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Ron's bed again. For some reason, a sad feeling suddenly welled up in Harry's heart

(End of chapter)