Phi-Fic Chapter 146: What does he want?
Chapter 146: What does he want?
Those whose names were mentioned pricked up their ears silently. Cedric Diggory looked up in surprise. What about me?
"Was that Barty Crouch Jr. just now?" Theodore Nott, who had been silent until then, suddenly asked. He wasn't much of a talker, but he had a feeling this question was important. Even during the holidays, his father's unusual behavior still caught his attention.
"Yes. You should have chosen your candidates for the Triwizard Tournament, right?" Harry asked.
After these words were spoken, many people's expressions became complicated.
"Representing Hogwarts are Cedric Diggory, Viktor Krum of Durmstrang, Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons. And... the fourth hero, Harry Potter." Theodore Nott glanced at Harry Potter, who was daydreaming.
"Me? I'm not at school!" Harry Potter didn't expect that Barty Crouch Jr. would still vote his name into the Goblet of Fire when he was not there.
"No one thinks you voted for it yourself. Everyone is wondering if someone is targeting you." Theodore Nott glanced at Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy successfully received the signal. "Huh? Me? I'm not at school either!" Isn't that ridiculous? Could it be that Harry Potter was unlucky and he was the prime suspect? ...It seems, indeed, yes? Draco Malfoy couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
"Indeed, it was Barty Crouch Jr. who voted for it, in order to allow Harry Potter to participate in the Triwizard Tournament," said Harry.
"No, what's his intention? To have Harry Potter die in the Triwizard Tournament?" Pansy Parkinson couldn't understand. Not to mention Harry Potter's strange luck, even their headmaster wouldn't sit idly by and watch his golden boy fail in the tournament.
The Slytherin students secretly speculated that the headmaster wanted to pave the way for his golden boy again, so he voted for Harry Potter's name.
Who wouldn't know that? He stepped on Slytherin to pave the way for his golden boy. No wonder Slytherin students and elders joined Voldemort's army or fled during the war.
Even if the little snakes are dumb, as long as they go back and tell their parents about it, those smart people can guess the whole story.
Since you do it on the first day, don’t blame others for doing it on the fifteenth.
"Maybe the plan is to use the portkey made from the trophy to teleport Harry Potter to Voldemort in the third level, and then let Voldemort be resurrected with Harry Potter's blood." Draco's words were like a stone thrown into the calm water, but it set off a huge wave.
Not only the professors, but students from the three schools were eavesdropping on their conversation and they didn't expect to hear such explosive news.
For a moment, everyone whispered non-stop.
"Is that who you just mentioned?"
"Will that guy really be resurrected?"
"What should I do? Is the fight going to start again?"
"It's fake, right? How is it possible?"
......
Some of the little snakes could be said to be Death Eater reserves. They lowered their heads and quickly analyzed the current situation. If necessary, they must let their elders get out of this mess first.
They are not stupid lions who obey Albus Dumbledore's orders. If Voldemort cannot bring them any benefits, why should they stand on Voldemort's side in a losing situation?
After observing for several years, I found that although Harry Potter had some luck, his overall strength was not much stronger than his peers.
If the young master of the Malfoy family had not publicly warned the Slytherin students that Harry Potter was his prey, they guaranteed that the savior's school life would not be very good.
You know, because of Voldemort's downfall, many families suffered heavy losses, and the Savior was undoubtedly the first target of their revenge.
But no one would offend a Malfoy.
Thinking about the news from home and the series of actions taken by the head of the Malfoy family...it seems that they need to think carefully, the Dark Lord or the savior...
Draco remained calm. He didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. Besides, it was better to say it now than to find out later, right? Who wants to be the one kept in the dark?
He smiled politely at Professor McGonagall at the head of the class.
Cedric Diggory, Viktor Krum, and Fleur Delacour all had serious expressions on their faces. As warrior representatives of their respective schools, they were all there to bring honor to their schools.
What Draco said made their efforts seem like a joke, which they couldn't accept.
"How do you know so much?" Blaise Zabini observed carefully and finally confirmed that the Draco's from these other worlds were younger than Draco here. So, they knew too much, didn't they?
Are the two worlds really so different?
"I don't think we have any obligation to explain everything to you. You just need to know that Voldemort must die." Hermione pushed her glasses and looked at people with her chin raised, just like Pansy.
The arrogance in his words surprised and intrigued Blaise Zabini and the others, but they also knew that it was good enough that he was willing to say so much.
As for Hermione's statement that Voldemort must die, different people had different opinions on it. But it was clear that no one took it as a joke. It could be said that Hermione had the power to make people believe it unconsciously.
Hermione Granger was a little dazed as she watched Hermione exude confidence and composure. So nice! So this is what it's like to have a female friend? A little envious...
It wasn't that she was dissatisfied with the two useless men on her side. Rather, everyone wanted to be the best version of themselves.
She looked at Pansy Parkinson on her side, wondering if they could become friends. She had a faint hope.
"Hmm? Miss Granger, is there something wrong?" Pansy Parkinson certainly did not miss the sight of the people next to her.
"Well... I want to know what happened in the past month. Could you tell me about it?" Hermione Granger didn't expect Pansy Parkinson to be so perceptive.
"Then you've asked the right person. Let me tell you something..." Pansy Parkinson had been holding back a lot of things to say because Draco Malfoy wasn't around, but no one listened. Now, someone finally came to ask her something.
When Harry Potter came back to his senses from his brainstorming, he realized that he hadn't heard Draco Malfoy's voice for a long time. He then realized that Hermione Granger and Pansy Parkinson were holding hands and chatting intimately, and Draco Malfoy was listening with his chin in his hand, looking very interested.
Before returning, they all changed into Hogwarts uniforms. After all, it's impossible to wear the same clothes for a month, right? Maybe Harry Potter would be fine, but Draco Malfoy, the spoiled little master, would definitely not be able to bear it.
The loose school robe slipped down to his elbows as he moved. The young master's hands were slender and beautiful, with a small red mole on the inside of his wrist, which gave him an inexplicable sensuality. His fingertips were a light pink, echoing the faint pink on his face.
The soft flesh on Draco Malfoy's cheek was squeezed by his palm. Harry Potter felt a little itchy and wanted to reach out and pinch it to see if it was as soft as he imagined.
Harry Potter felt that his thoughts were dangerous. He took a deep breath and looked away, no longer looking at Draco Malfoy.
However, Draco Malfoy's wrist, his smile, his eyes, his every movement kept appearing in his mind... These images made Harry Potter's mood more and more confused.
Draco Malfoy also felt Harry Potter's gaze. He raised his head and met Harry Potter's eyes.
Their eyes met in the air, as if a spark had flown off. Draco Malfoy smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth rising slightly, as if he had seen through Harry Potter's thoughts.
Harry Potter's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and he didn't know how to respond to Draco Malfoy's smile.
He lowered his head hurriedly and pretended to continue reading.
But in fact...
Draco Malfoy felt a fiery gaze staring at him. He followed the line of sight and saw that it was Harry Potter.
Why are you looking at him like that? He didn't do anything. You don't think he has bad intentions towards Granger, do you? Draco Malfoy shifted his position warily, leaning a little closer to Harry.
For Malfoy... For Malfoy... Draco said to himself.
He forced a smile without hesitation when his eyes met Harry Potter's.
Unexpectedly, Harry Potter turned around as if he had seen a ghost.
Draco was full of questions. What happened? Wasn't everything fine in the other world?
Draco felt a little aggrieved.