I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Of course Harry was very anxious, not because he was going to face a dragon, but because the people around him were concerned about him.

He heard what Charlie and Hagrid said when he was in the Dragon Court. Charlie imitated the anxious voice of his mother, Aunt Molly: "How could they let him participate in the competition? He is too young! I thought they would be fine. I thought there would be an age limit..." Charlie paused here: "When my mother saw the article about Harry in the Daily Prophet, she burst into tears and said, 'He is still crying for his parents! Oh! God bless me, I didn't know anything, poor child...'"

Harry knew that everyone else was making fun of him for what was said in the Daily Prophet, but only Aunt Molly really cared about him. Ever since he was chosen as the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, Aunt Molly had sent the old owl Carol to deliver letters, often bringing him food and clothes she had knitted, and often asking about his well-being, fearing that he would suffer some grievances in school...

Sirius was not too worried about Harry. He originally suspected that Karkaroff had put Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire, but he knew the truth after asking Dumbledore. Sirius was very good at keeping secrets, so Dumbledore didn't worry about telling him the truth, after all, he was not Hagrid.

It was not only Harry who knew that the first project was related to dragons. In fact, Madame Maxime and Karkaroff also knew it. Hagrid mainly invited Madame Maxime, and according to Harry, he once bumped into a hurried Karkaroff on his way back to Hogwarts.

"He's a Death Eater." Harry said to Cedric with some worry, "My godfather, Sirius Black, once told me so. He told me to be careful of Karkaroff and, if possible, try not to be alone with him, in case he attacks me."

"I've heard about this from my father before." Cedric looked at Harry. "It's right to listen to Mr. Black. I mean, after all, the Death Eaters are loyal to Voldemort. You can't expect them to change their evil ways, right?"

"That's true." Louis confirmed Cedric's words, "As the saying goes, a dog will always eat what it likes, so try to stay as far away from him as possible..."

But unexpectedly, Harry suddenly asked: "What about Professor Snape?"

Cedric was stunned when he heard Harry's question. Louis hesitated for a moment, then reacted and said with a smile: "Professor Snape is different. He is a bootlicker."

What you said makes so much sense that I am speechless.

"Isn't it a bad idea to comment on the professor like this?" Cedric asked hesitantly.

"There's nothing wrong with that. I believe Professor Snape won't care about these details." Louis raised his teacup towards Cedric. "If you take it seriously, you lose. Cheers."

Wow, this sentence contains the slogans of two barrage video websites...

"You are here, Harry." The door was pushed open and Hermione's voice rang out, "Ron and I have been looking for you for a long time. He said you must be here with Louis. I didn't expect you to be here..."

"Oh, Ron, Hermione." Harry greeted him uninterested, "We were talking about Karkaroff."

"I think you should make sure you can survive until Tuesday night before you consider Karkaroff's matter." Hermione's voice sounded very anxious. She held a large pile of books in her arms, all of which she had just borrowed from the library. "After listening to what you said yesterday, I didn't go to class today. I spent the whole day searching in the library."

After saying that, she dropped the pile of heavy books on the coffee table with a bang.

Hermione, always so reliable.

On the other hand, her two useless men... well, let's not talk about them. Without Hermione, they would not even have had a chance to make it to the Chamber of Secrets alive.

"Using magic to trim claws... treating scale ulcers... what the hell are these? They're for weirdos like Hagrid who want dragons to be strong. I don't think you want your dragon to trim its claws or treat its scars now, do you?" Hermione said a little disappointed. "It's too difficult. I heard that a simple spell can solve the problem, but... what spell can kill a dragon? Dragons are extremely difficult to kill because their thick scales are permeated with ancient magic, and only the most powerful spells can penetrate..."

Christrasza listened to the discussion about how to kill a dragon and shivered as she prepared to leave the room.

Although he knew that the dragon they were talking about was not the same species as himself, he still felt a little nervous.

"Okay, Chris, come back." Louis stopped them, "Be careful when you chat. Look how scared my little dragon maid is..."

"Oh, sorry, Christasza, we mean those giant lizards without intelligence..." Hermione raised her head and showed a smile that was uglier than crying. She turned around and scolded Ron: "Put down the book "The Man Who Drew Dragons"! That book is completely useless. God... What was I thinking at the time? Why did I take it out?"

"What about this one?" Louis pulled out a book in the middle called "Basic Spells for Dealing with Hyperactive and Irritable Animals" and looked at the title. "I think the dragons you deal with should also be those kind of hyperactive and irritable little animals, right?"

Look at the way these words are used, a little hyperactive and irritable animal...good guy.

"Small animals? Oh my god..." Hermione rolled her eyes. "This thing is equivalent to the pony crossing the river. Louis, you are an elephant, but we are little squirrels..."

"No need to be modest, you are a pony, Ms. Hermione." Louis said with a smile.

"What about Harry..." Hermione asked, stamping her foot.

"Harry is also a pony. Don't forget that you have experienced the mirror world." Louis said with a smile, "Remember the giant king Youm that you fought a few days ago? He was a ruthless man who tore a dragon apart with his bare hands. In addition, I want to mention that the dragons in the mirror world are much more powerful than the dragons you are about to face."

"Really?" Harry's eyes lit up.

He recalled the dragon he had encountered in Lothric City before - although the dragon was half paralyzed, it still left a deep impression on him. He still remembered the scorching breath of the dragon. Every time he thought of it, Harry always felt his face burning - not because of shame, but because he was really burned by the dragon. If the mirror world could not suffer real harm, he would have been burned to ashes by then.

"Of course it's true." Louis spread his hands, "Or... do you still remember the dragon hunting armor you challenged before? I remember you seemed to have drawn a set of exactly the same equipment, right? If you are afraid, you can put it on. The dragon hunting axe has a special attack against dragons."

"Then I'm not afraid." Harry chuckled and chose to believe Louis.

Cedric was a little confused. He had also fought against the Dragon Hunting Armor, but he was not as lucky as Harry to draw a full set of armor, so he asked: "What if I don't have this set of armor?" "That's easy, just use a spell." Louis crossed his legs, "Think about how you defeated the giant Youm and the Dragon Hunting Armor. You can even deal with both of them. Is a mere dragon worthy of standing in front of you?"

"You're right." Cedric took a deep breath and felt a sense of heroism in his heart.

After chatting for a few more words, the house-elves brought the prepared meal to the table. Just when I was halfway through eating, I heard someone push the door open.

It's Emma.

"Oh, you're all here." Emma is becoming more and more normal now. She no longer looks like a little girl at the beginning. "It's a good thing that you're all here... You also found out about the fire dragon, right?"

This sentence was directed at Harry.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, wondering if she was here just for this matter. But Aunt Emma was Louis' mother, so she wouldn't hurt him. So he looked at Emma nervously, not knowing what she was going to say next.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal." Emma sat next to Catherine and knocked on the table. Aslo quickly served her a bowl of noodles. She picked up the chopsticks and looked at Harry: "Cheating has always been a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament. You'll get used to it."

"Ah?" Harry was stunned for a moment, and immediately retorted: "But, Aunt Emma, ​​I didn't cheat - I discovered it by accident..."

"Indeed, what scholars do should not be called stealing, but thievery." Emma quoted Lu Xun's words and teased, "I am not blaming you, little guy. I told Dumbledore a long time ago that he can carry forward his old-fashioned noble style, but I can guarantee that Karkaroff and Madam Maxime will never be as rigid as you. They will create all favorable conditions for their warriors because they...well, don't care much about face."

"To put it bluntly, it's just shamelessness?" Ron said stupidly.

"That's why I like dealing with the Weasleys." Emma pointed her finger at Ron, just like Teacher Li Yong in Very Six Plus One. "You have the same opinion as me, Ron, but let's not be too blunt."

"Ahem...uh, Aunt Emma..." Ron said hesitantly.

"What's wrong?" Emma picked up a strand of noodles and ate it delicately.

"When we had Trelawney's Divination class this afternoon, she even spent half the class nagging. She told the classmates that judging from the relative positions of Mars and Saturn at that time, people born in July would be in great danger of sudden tragic death..." Ron's expression was a little doubtful. As he spoke, he looked at Harry worriedly, fearing that something might suddenly happen to Harry.

"You know, we are in all kinds of danger in our daily lives." Emma smiled nonchalantly, "This is just a common trick of divination. It's true that Trelawney is a very good fortune teller, but when she has independent consciousness, she is usually a big liar."

"Mom is right." Louis took over the conversation, "Even if you stay at home normally, you may be killed by a crashed passenger plane that suddenly falls from the sky... Of course, if you fall from the dragon during the competition, I still suggest you fall headfirst, Harry."

Seeing everyone's puzzled looks, Louis added with a smile: "It will make you feel better."

Harry shuddered, and a picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes when Louis said that.

"Don't scare him, Louis." Hermione looked at Harry worriedly and reached out to pat his back. "Okay, Louis is just scare you, don't take it seriously."

Harry felt his head buzzing, and he forced himself to eat two bites of bread. Now his mind was full of the thought of falling headfirst from the dragon's back - he had never thought about this problem when he was taking flying lessons or playing Quidditch before, but after hearing what Louis said today, he suddenly became afraid in his heart.

Can you not be afraid?

"What about you, Catherine, aren't you scared?" Harry decided that he couldn't just let himself be scared, he had to at least get someone to accompany him.

"Why should you be afraid?" Catherine put down the bread in her hand and asked in confusion.

"That's a giant dragon, aren't you afraid?" Harry made a big watermelon gesture with his hand, trying to depict the horror of the dragon.

However, Catherine didn't buy it. She just glanced at Harry calmly and said one word indifferently: "Oh."

Harry felt frustrated and looked back at Cedric.

"Don't look at me, I'm already very nervous." Cedric quickly turned his head away from Harry and grabbed the burger on the table and devoured it.

Harry looked up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling in confusion and sighed heavily. He ate his dinner hastily, walked to the sofa and lay down, staring at the chandelier with his eyes fixed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I don't think you need to worry so much." Louis suggested, "If you stick your neck out, you'll get a knife. If you shrink your neck, you'll get a knife too. Where's your courage as a Gryffindor? Look at Cedric. Even a Hufflepuff like him has the courage to face a dragon..."

"You didn't use that word well. What do you mean 'even Hufflepuff'..." Cedric looked at Louis with resentment. It was a little hard for him as a prefect to accept that Louis was called Hufflepuff in public.

"Oh, even Hufflepuff." Louis changed his words, "Anyway, I need you to cheer up and show them a little color, so that they know how powerful our Hogwarts is!"

"Yes! Let them know that we, Hogwarts, are invincible!" Cedric's eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and he clenched his fist in response.

Harry was completely unmoved. He turned his head mechanically on the sofa like a salted fish and nodded mechanically twice, clearly telling everyone that Harry had lost his dream.