Chapter 405： Whose conspiracy

Chapter 405: Whose Conspiracy

However, Mrs. Maxim had already hugged Lotus and left the room quickly. Harry also heard that they were talking in French on the road.

Karkaroff also greeted the Krum, and walked out without saying a word.

"Okay." Dumbledore smiled. "It's late, Harry, Cedric, you guys go back to sleep first."

"But, I guess, the students of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's students are waiting for you to go back. They are waiting for you to go back and celebrate. It’s too much to have fun with them."

Harry and Cedric looked at each other a little bit, nodded, and walked out of the room together.

Everyone in the auditorium was empty, the candles were about to burn out, and the flames were dim and erratic. Those jack-o-lanterns with grinning teeth seemed to flicker and be weird.

"It seems that we have become rivals again." Cedric smiled reluctantly.

"You are still a warrior at Hogwarts, regardless of whether we win or lose, we have one more choice, don't we?" Harry said calmly.

Until just stepping out of the sweltering small room, until the cool wind from outside the hall followed the oak door and into the auditorium, blowing away the heat from Harry. He only clearly understood what he did just now.

He fought in front of a group of arrogant, high-ranking adults. He showed his existence and expressed his opinions in front of a group of high-level forces in the magical world, which seemed good.

They walked to the hall, and when the corridor was about to separate, Cedric finally couldn't bear it and asked, "Really, didn't you put your name in it?"

"Of course, as I said, I did not intend to participate in the competition." Ha said in a solemn tone, "If I did it, I will admit it."

"Okay." Cedric said suspiciously. "Then, see you tomorrow."

Harry didn't care about Cedric's opinion. There was already Hermione, Ron, and George believed him. As for the others, who cares about them, who cares about them.

Maybe everyone thinks he signed up himself, but so what? This is the fourth year at Hogwarts. To be honest, some are embarrassing, but this is true. Except for his classmates in Gryffindor, the students of other colleges couldn't recognize him.

This is a very embarrassing thing. After all, there are not many people in the whole school, and the number of people in one grade is even less pitiful. But that's it, everyone didn't talk much, even if the teacher mentioned each other's name several times, who would remember who.

In comparison, he must consider some more important things, as he said in that room. It’s not that he reported his name. Naturally, someone framed him. Who would this person be? Dumbledore, Karkaroff, even Snape, or Professor Moody, who would it be?

In addition to having to figure out this matter, he also needs to think about those dangerous competitions. In the ancient Triwizard Tournament, most of the participants will die.

Of course, there may be exceptions this time. They have made more restrictions and made more protections. But anyway, for the Triwizard Tournament, four contestants, one dies, is not a serious accident. But for the contestants themselves, this is something that must not be taken lightly.

He even thought of Voldemort again, perhaps Voldemort was resurrected. If this is Voldemort's conspiracy, what exactly does he want to achieve, and when will he make it?

In a flurry of thoughts, Harry had reached the portrait of the fat lady unknowingly. At this time, there was an additional witch in the portrait of the fat lady, a wrinkled witch that had been seen in that small room.

The witch sat triumphantly beside the fat lady, and both she and the fat lady looked at him with interest.

"Okay, that's pretty good." The fat lady said excitedly, "Violet told me everything. Not only did you become a warrior, you also became a special individual contestant. This is unique."

"It's not my intention," Harry said flatly. "I'm going in first. The password is nonsense."

"Well, I still hope you are a little happy." The fat lady looked at Harry kindly, then turned the hole away, and let Harry return to the common room.

When the portrait was opened, the enthusiasm and cheers hit Harry head-on, almost causing him to fall off the hole, and then he was dragged into the common room with a dozen hands.

The students of Gryffindor College screamed enthusiastically, cheered, whistled, and learned how to scream.

"You should tell us that you will sign up." Fred's deafening voice rang in Harry's ear, his face was both excited and angry.

"How did you fool that age line?" George exclaimed impatiently.

"I didn't do it." Harry replied quickly. "Someone put my name in."

Angelina pushed and squeezed over, and said excitedly, "Although the Warriors are not me, they are at least a member of Gryffindor. Our college will not miss such a grand program."

"You can take revenge on Cedric in the game, Harry." Katie Bell shrieked.

"Come here, Harry, we need to celebrate, we Gryffindor has a warrior."

"Thank you, I'm not hungry, I was full at the banquet————"

No one wants to hear him say that he is not hungry, no one wants to hear him say that he did not put his name in the goblet of fire, and no one cares whether he wants to celebrate it or not.

Li Qiaodan pulled out a banner of Gryffindor College from nowhere He insisted on wrapping the banner on Harry like a cloak, and everyone was booing about it.

Harry couldn't leave, he wanted to get away, wanted to sneak away. But no matter which direction he was facing, he was surrounded by the crowd and squeezed back.

The classmates surrounded him, forced him to drink another beer, and stuffed peanuts and biscuits into his hands.

Everyone is passionate, but everyone is only passionate about what they want to know. They surrounded Harry and kept asking, wondering how he lied to the age line, wondering how he put his name into the Goblet of Fire.

"I don't know." Harry repeated over and over, "I didn't put my name into the Goblet of Fire."

No one believed what he said, they just thought he didn't want to say it, so they asked more enthusiastically.

"Oh, I'm tired." For about half an hour, he finally couldn't bear it. He shouted, "I'm having trouble, sorry, I'm going to sleep."

(To be continued.)