After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Chapter 250 Five Warriors (5)

Finally, the professors finally decided that Lamia and Harry would be allowed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, a decision she had already known about.

Lamia walked out of the room. The auditorium was now empty. The students had been taken back by their respective deans. Only a few flickering candles were left on the dining table. Their flames were very low, and the weak light made the pumpkin lanterns look gloomy, especially the grinning smiles, which made them even more creepy.

Cedric walked out behind Lamia and Harry, while the other two champions had already left the room, especially Krum, as his head of house would not allow him to walk behind a Hogwarts contestant who broke the rules.

"Haha, Lamia, Harry, congratulations on this opportunity," Cedric said with a smile, "We're rivals now!"

"Thank you, Cedric," Lamia said, and at the same time she nudged Harry, wanting him to say something, but unfortunately Harry really didn't know what to say, and could only stammer a yes. His mind was in a mess, as if someone had taken away all his thoughts.

"Actually, there's a small matter—" Cedric said, feeling a little embarrassed. At this moment, Lamia and the others arrived at the entrance hall. The Goblet of Fire that had been placed there was no longer there, only the light of the torches. "How on earth did you manage to get your names in there?"

Cedric regretted asking the question the moment he asked it. It seemed so ungentlemanly to him. He took a few steps back, trying to escape from this embarrassing situation.

Lamia grabbed Cedric's arm and was about to say something, but Harry spoke first.

"I didn't," he said, looking up at Cedric, "Lamia didn't vote either. We were all framed!"

"Maybe..., okay, okay." Cedric said. He hesitated and pulled out his sleeve that was held by Lamia. Harry could see that Cedric didn't believe him at all. "Since... forget it, goodbye."

Because of Harry's sudden words, she didn't have time to explain anything. In fact, Lamia was going to tell Cedric a few words, such as not to care too much about the results of the game, life is the first priority, or maybe to advise him to stay away from those dangerous people. Unfortunately, Lamia didn't have the chance to speak.

Harry was in a bad mood. After all, apart from Ron and Hermione, no one would believe them. Everyone would only think that it was Lamia and himself who signed up for the competition, and that they had deliberately used shameful means. This was too frustrating.

Harry couldn't understand at all how they could think that way. He was still a minor, and the opponents he was about to compete with had received three years more magical education than him. The project he was about to face not only sounded very dangerous, but also had to be completed in front of hundreds of people!

Yes, he had imagined it, he had fantasized about it, but it had been a joke, a fantasy, a daydream - he had never really, seriously considered participating...

Harry's mind was completely off the road ahead, and he bumped into several pillars in a row. If Lamia didn't know the truth, she would have thought Harry was heading towards Snape's office.

"Hey, Harry, watch your way!" Lamia couldn't help but remind him. Harry suddenly woke up and found that half of his foot had stepped on the stairs that were about to change direction. This was too dangerous. He almost fell down the stairs.

"That's terrible, that's terrible!" Harry yelled, ruffling his hair.

Harry ignored Lamia and walked towards the dormitory by himself. Lamia was really worried about him, so she could only follow him to make sure he didn't suddenly go crazy or run into some strange guy.

"Where are you going?"

Just as Lamia saw Harry walk into the lounge door and was about to leave, Harry suddenly spoke. His voice had a hint of questioning, and seemed a little aggrieved?

"Where have you been?" said Harry.

"Oh, hello," said Ron, his tone very stiff.

He was clearly smiling, but it was a very awkward, forced smile.

Harry suddenly realized that he was still wearing the bright red Gryffindor flag that Lee Jordan had tied around him.

He wanted to take it off quickly, but the knot was tied very tightly and he couldn't untie it all at once.

"Okay, okay, now that I know you're a hero, can you please stop reminding me?" Ron curled his lips in disdain. "I wouldn't do something like this just to be a hero."

"I didn't, Ron!" Harry said angrily, and tore the flag apart with one force.

"Wow, this is none of my business, I didn't do anything!" Ron waved his hands repeatedly and almost hid himself.

"Ron, can you please stop doing this!" Harry was very angry and felt wronged. He was also a victim, but Ron, as his friend, was doing this.

"Well," Harry threw the flag aside without hesitation and squatted on the ground dejectedly, but Ron came over again and said, "Congratulations."

"What do you mean by that, congratulations?" said Harry, looking at Ron. There was something decidedly wrong with Ron's smile: it was almost a grimace.

"Nothing, you're amazing, mate. No one else has made it past the age limit," said Ron, with a strange smile on his face. "Not even Fred and George. What did you use – the Invisibility Cloak?"

"There's no way the Invisibility Cloak would get me across that line," Harry said slowly.

"Oh, yes," said Ron. "If it had been the Invisibility Cloak, I'd have thought you'd have told me - because it would have covered both of us, wouldn't it? But you found another way, didn't you?"

"I told you, Ron, I didn't." Harry was probably tired of telling others again and again things he hadn't done. He stood up from the ground irritably, his neck stiff like a stubborn rooster.

"I know, I know." Ron was startled and quickly left the spot.

"Then I guess it must be Lamia who put your name in. Yes, yes, she has always been very capable. This is nothing to her." Ron folded his arms and sneered.

"But why didn't you think of me, brother? We could have participated together. I could even have helped you. Don't you know how much I want to be a hero? But you selfishly took this opportunity for yourself!"

Ron roared loudly, as if he had endured no more. His emotions were like a surging tide, which made it difficult for Harry to breathe.