No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

Chapter 929 Brave

Ou Mengmeng also looked at Harry. Although Dumbledore didn't say anything, he got the point. He let Harry make his own decision, but his attitude also showed that he hoped Harry would participate.

In the original book, no matter how well Barty Crouch pretended, he could not have hidden it from old Dumbledore. Mad Moody was the old man's old friend and a member of the Order of the Phoenix. He had always fought side by side with the old man. But Barty Crouch kept it a secret for a whole year. Is this reasonable? Ou Mengmeng's intuition was that old Dumbledore was actually playing tricks on him.

He is forcing things to happen. He sees the crisis and believes that where there is crisis there is opportunity. He wants to use these dangers to force Harry to grow.

But Ou Mengmeng couldn't speak either, because she couldn't make the decision for Harry. She had before, but this time, it was Dumbledore who was asking Harry, and this was a conversation between them as master and apprentice. In front of the teachers and students of the three schools, she couldn't make this decision for Harry now.

"Yes, Mr. Headmaster, I want to withdraw." Harry lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked up at Dumbledore calmly. Just as Ou Mengmeng thought, at this time, it was a conversation between them as a teacher and a student, and Harry had to face his teacher directly. He continued calmly, "The champion chosen by the Goblet of Fire for Hogwarts is Cedric. The fairness of this competition cannot bring shame to Hogwarts and Cedric because of me."

His voice became more and more firm as time went on. What was the point of a fourth person in a competition between the three powers? This was also the reason why Madame Maxime and Karkaroff were arguing here.

The students from the three schools below also felt that it was wrong. Including Hogwarts! He represented the fourth school. If he won, who would win? And if the two contestants from their school helped each other, wouldn't it be extremely unfair to the other two schools? If they really won, no one would praise them; if they lost, it would be a double shame. It would also nail Hogwarts, a thousand-year-old school, to the pillar of shame.

Now he has calmed down. Just now, under Dumbledore's gaze, he almost lost his temper. The Triwizard Tournament was suspended in 1792 and was restarted this year with the joint efforts of all parties. It is not only a grand event of the school, but also a highlight of the lives of the selected warriors. And he must not let this competition be overshadowed by his own small ambitions.

Ou Mengmeng smiled. What she had said before was murder, but now, Harry had figured it out himself. Now she sincerely felt that Dumbledore was not suitable to be the headmaster.

Look, even Harry understood this, but Dumbledore didn't think so. He wanted to sacrifice Hogwarts' thousand-year reputation to catch the big fish of You-Know-Who! He didn't care about Hogwarts at all, nor did he care about the honor and disgrace of these thousand students.

Think about the original book, Harry was brainwashed, so he rushed forward alone, and the test questions were really carefully arranged for him, just like the arrangement of the secret room of the first Philosopher's Stone, each level and each card was solved according to their temperament. It was just a customized champion for him, and then sent him to the mysterious man.

If that's the case, it would be fine if you could catch him. But what happened? No one was caught, and Cedric died.

Did Harry really win? No one acknowledged that he was the champion. The Ministry of Magic just stuffed a bag of gold into his pocket and considered the matter settled. In fact, Harry himself felt the same way, so he gave the prize money to the twins and asked them to start a business. He obviously felt that he did not deserve it. And Cedric was the most wronged? He was the only son of a widower, and such a big and excellent child was gone! To put it bluntly, old Cedric really didn't even have a pension to support him in his old age. Who was responsible for this?

Are the other two schools really convinced? They are playing a trick on us! Why drag us into your own war? No matter if they win or lose, they will not be satisfied. What's more, they lost. It was such an unfair loss!
So, this time Harry had to withdraw from the competition. But this was a magical contract, so he had to withdraw on his own initiative. In fact, there was a hint in the book that Dumbledore said it was a magical contract, but Professor McGonagall and the others opposed it, thinking it was too dangerous. And none of them openly told Harry that he could withdraw on his own, they only told Harry that the warrior would not withdraw. If he really couldn't withdraw, what were they arguing about?
Now, she first told Harry that he could quit and it would not affect Hogwarts. Harry was not stupid, so why would he rush forward?

After hearing this, Dumbledore was speechless, so he could only withdraw from the competition, and the other three contestants would participate.

Ou Mengmeng breathed a sigh of relief. She suddenly remembered a line from an old spy drama: There is a kind of victory called retreat. Harry's current state is obviously more mature than when he was brave and desperately trying to prove himself. He doesn't need to use such extreme methods to prove himself. Instead, he is more confident and stronger now!
"I think we should..." The pink toad still wanted to say something, but no one paid attention to her.

She was a staff member of the Ministry of Magic assigned to the school, and she had no authority. The Goblet of Fire had reported the Ministry of Magic and the Aurors, and Harry immediately responded by withdrawing from the competition, saving the reputation of the British wizarding world and Hogwarts. So, what does this have to do with a staff member who stayed here? If there was any communication, it would be Dumbledore and Fudge. Basically, she was just here to make her presence felt.

When Harry stepped down from the stage, he was cheered by the students. Ou Mengmeng breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that the nickname "Harry the Stinky Dung" was gone.

In fact, these children are still jealous, because I didn’t succeed, but you did, so the expressions the children gave were the most genuine exclusion and isolation.

Dumbledore might think that this was nothing, and that it was just a prank between children, just like he thought that what Sirius did to Professor Snape was a prank, but James pulled him out at the last moment and saved his life, which was just double standards.

Harry and the others returned to the library, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was a little moved for a moment, he knew that there were more important things waiting for him, such as the fragment under the scar on his head. His first task now was to remove it.

"Well done!" Ou Mengmeng patted him gently.

"Yes, whoever signed you up wants to kill you." Hermione nodded. Although Harry had performed well in recent years, he had to face Viktor Krum, a world-class Quidditch star. It was a bit of a bully for him to participate in this somewhat trivial battle. Even Cedric might not be his opponent, because he was a level lower in terms of willpower and psychological endurance. Moreover, the Triwizard Tournament was somewhat dangerous, otherwise it would not have been suspended for hundreds of years.

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