Chapter 516: Blushing Harry

"Where's the fun without a little risk?" said George, "Hey, Ron, how about we figure out how to get around Dumbledore? would you like to go in?"

"Of course, it would be great if I could, wouldn't it?" Ron immediately replied, "But I guess they'll want someone older.... I don't know if we've learned enough..."

"I certainly haven't learned enough." said Neville gloomily. "But I think my grandmother wants me to try, though.... She's always talking about how I should uphold the family honor. This is the best chance. I'll have to..."

"You two look at Ivan. He's a year younger than you, but he's coming and he'll never say those frustrating words. " Fred said.

"It's not the same, Ivan knows a lot of spells and magic..." Ron argued, and stopped immediately.

He wanted to say that Ivan was so powerful with the help of the Philosopher's Stone, but he suddenly remembered that it was an unspeakable secret.

Before Ron could figure out how to go on, they all saw Ivan and Hermione enter the common room.

"Forget it, I'm not competing in the Triwizard Tournament," Ivan said, pulling Hermione along.

They raised their heads, looking at him in surprise, and didn't seem to understand what he had just said.

"Ivan, aren't you going to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked. "I'm not mistaken, you clearly said on the train that you were ready to compete and that you were strong enough to become the Hogwarts champion."

"To be precise, I can't participate. Dumbledore just spoke to me about it. They nominated me and excluded me from the competition. They think I'm too strong and could destroy the balance of the game." said Ivan casually, and sat down next to Colin, "I've promised him I'll never go to the competition."

"That's a pity, you are obviously the strongest!" said Colin. He seemed to want to console Ivan. In his opinion, the Triwizard Tournament represented the highest honor. Ivan lost this opportunity, and now he must be very sad.

But in reality, Ivan felt nothing. He had intended to enter the competition to be with Harry when he met Voldemort without arousing his suspicions.

Now there was a simpler way. He didn't want to bother participating in the game, to fight fire dragons and seaweed.

"It's not a pity. I didn't have much interest in the game anyway." Ivan said.

"Yeah, Ivan is already a world class celebrity and the future star of magic!" said Fred, "He doesn't need the fame and the bonus of the 1,000 gold galleons. It really doesn't make any sense for him to be the champion. "

"But this is a chance for us!" said George. "If Ivan were to participate, he would be the Hogwarts champion - we wouldn't stand a chance!"

"Yes, Ivan is the best, the rest are about equal. We just have to fool Dumbledore now." Said Fred.

"But I heard a lot of people died in the Triwizard Tournament. " Hermione said in a worried voice.

"Yes!" said Fred airily, "but that was many years ago."

"They died hundreds of years ago. Now, times have changed, and that certainly won't happen again."

Finally, under Fred and George's persuasion, everyone besides Ivan and Hermione seemed to want to enter the competition.

Harry and Ron, in particular, decided that if the twins could find a way, they would try it or see the situation before acting.

It wasn't until late that everyone went back to their dorm to sleep.

When Ivan and Colin entered the bedroom, the other three were already asleep.

On the wall was a poster of this year's Quidditch World Cup, and Colin cut up all the pictures that appeared in the papers and gathered them together. Now he collected photos of Ivan and Harry.

Many of them were also pasted on the side wall.

"Ivan, are you really not going to compete?" asked Colin, starting to put on his pajamas. Looking at him, it seemed he hadn't recovered from the shocking news.

In fact, all night long, he had been telling his brother about Ivan's actions from earlier, and predicted that he would definitely participate, and he was proud of it.

He thought that his best friend, Ivan, should be the Hogwarts champion. But he never expected such an outcome.

"Yes, do you want to participate in the tournament?" Ivan nodded his head.

"Of course I want to, but I'm definitely not strong enough!" Colin sighed and said, "I still have a lot of things to learn."

"You still have time, I'll help you!" Ivan put on his pajamas and climbed in. After Voldemort's return was confirmed, it was also necessary to set an agenda to increase the strength of the young wizards as soon as possible.

Ivan was not naive to think that he could take on Voldemort and all the Death Eaters and vampires alone.

Since Voldemort had the Death Eaters and Dumbledore had the Order of the Phoenix, he also needed to develop power on his own side.

Although they were not as strong individually, together, they would build a force to be reckoned with.

The four-poster bed was very warm. Someone, no doubt Dobby, had placed warming pans between the sheets.

Dobby was now in charge of everything to do with Ivan, but they didn't meet often.

In fact, since the World Cup, Ivan had never seen Dobby.

The house elves always did everything right and were proud of not being discovered by their masters.

Suddenly he thought Dobby should be called tomorrow.

If Hermione had been protesting the hard work of the house elves and not eating, then Dobby had to come out. He just had to tell Hermione that the food for both of them was prepared by him alone, and that Ivan was paying him for it. Although it wasn't much, it was no longer done through so-called slave labor.

Ivan lay in the warmth, and was extremely comfortable, lying in bed and listening to the storm raging outside.

He chatted with Colin quietly and thought for a moment about Moddy and Caresius before his consciousness gradually blurred.

At the same time, the topic of the tournament was also being discussed between Harry and Ron in their dormitory.

"I might enter the tournament, you know," Ron said sleepily through the darkness, "if Fred and George figure out how to be in the tournament... you never know, do you?"

"I guess not."

Harry rolled over in bed, a series of dazzling new images forming in his mind.... He had fooled the impartial judge into believing he was seventeen... that he had become Hogwarts champion... he was standing on the floor, arms raised in triumph in front of the entire school, everyone clapping and shouting... that he had just won the Triwizard Tournament. Cho's face stood out clearly in the blur of the crowd, her face glowing with admiration....

Thinking about this, Harry obviously blushed and buried his face deep into the pillow.