Chapter 404 Bearded Ginny
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Soul expressed great indignation at Dumbledore's behavior as the Riddler!But in view of Dumbledore's great strength, he dared not speak out in anger.
Since Dumbledore didn't want to say anything, Soule was sensible and didn't ask any more questions.
He brought the topic back to the original question.
"Then you want me to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"
"It's up to you, Soul." Dumbledore once again showed a smile that Soul hated deeply. "I just follow the established path arranged by fate and let everything proceed in the way I want."
"But..." Dumbledore blinked, "Personally, I hope you can participate. After all, the Triwizard Tournament is a grand event and very rare. Before you graduate, I'm afraid It won’t happen a second time.”
You might as well just say that you want me to join in... Suer couldn't help but curse.
"Okay, I understand, Professor." Suer nodded, "Then I'll go back and rest."
Dumbledore nodded slightly, and suddenly said when Soul stood up.
"Destiny will change the moment you make a choice, but different paths lead to the same goal. It will always reach the end."
Soul paused and turned to look at Dumbledore. The old bee's eyes were as gentle as before, as if this was just a simple reminder.
"I understand."
……
Dumbledore already knew where Voldemort would eventually perform the resurrection ceremony, but he had no plans to directly visit the scene to directly destroy Voldemort.
Because he knew very well that only by truly resurrecting Voldemort and then destroying all the Horcruxes could Voldemort be truly killed.
There is another key point in this, Harry is also one of the Horcruxes.
In other words, Voldemort's successful resurrection with the help of Harry's blood is also part of Old Bee's plan, and it is also a very critical node in it.
Although it is not clear why Voldemort must use Harry's blood to complete the ritual, there must be important hints hidden in it that Soul is not aware of.
Why did I think so much? Harry didn't die in the end anyway.
Sur shook his head and sighed deeply. It seemed that he had to write his name on the parchment.
It’s really confusing. I can’t beat Lao Fu. How can I save my life from the dazzling green light?
This is the question that I should think deeply about now.
But he completely ignored that the premise of all this was that he was selected by the Goblet of Fire, and that he and Harry had to meet the final trophy at the end.
The authorities are fans, nothing more than that.
Soul went from the eighth floor where the principal's office was to the castle foyer smoothly without running into Filch or his cat once.
However, when passing by the closed auditorium, I heard some movement coming from inside, and it was getting closer and closer.
Suer immediately turned around and walked behind the pillar closest to the auditorium, quietly stood up, and poked half of his head out to look outside.
The door of the auditorium was pushed open from the inside out, and three little wizards quietly walked out one after another. They were dressed in Gryffindor.
Sur covered his mouth and almost didn't laugh out loud. These three little wizards all have one thing in common. They have long white beards under their noses and on their chins, like little old men. The most amazing thing is that one of them has She is still a girl.
what...
"Ginny?"
"Who?" The three little wizards were all startled by the sudden sound. They stopped in place without daring to move and looked in the direction of the sound.
"It's me." Suer came out from behind the pillars with a strange look on his face, "This is what you are doing?"
Ginny and the other two little wizards were relieved to see that it was not the professor.
"Good evening, Soul." Ginny lowered her head dejectedly, her long white beard swaying on her chin.
"We wanted to try and see if we could throw the name into the cup, and as you can see, we failed."
Su Er gave her a strange look. She was indeed the sister of Fred and George, and she was quite adventurous.
"The age limit set by Principal Dumbledore is not easy to break."
"We're just a little bit close to throwing the name in." Ginny's tone was a little unwilling.
"It's okay. If the next Triwizard Tournament can still be held, you happen to be in seventh grade, so you can participate then." Suer said in relief.
"I hope so." Ginny sighed, "I'm going back to find Fred and George to settle the score. It was the method he taught us."
"Haha..." Soul couldn't help but laugh. When Ginny spoke, the white beard on her lips was still curling up. The aged white beard paired with the childish face was full of smiles. .
"I suggest you go to Madam Pomfrey first. She may be able to remove your beard. If you go to Fred and George like this, they will probably be laughed at."
"How dare they?!" Ginny raised her eyebrows, "I still have their new order form in my hand. If mom finds out and they start making these again..."
"What about Harry? If Harry sees...um...ahem..."
"What does this have to do with Harry?" Ginny said immediately, but her blushing face betrayed the fact that she didn't mean what she said. "In order to prevent Fred and George from being sent a yelling letter by their mother, I'd better go find Pomfrey first. lady."
"By the way, are you participating in the Goblet of Fire?"
"Ah..." Suer sighed, "I actually didn't want to, but some unexpected circumstances happened that forced me to choose to participate in the selection."
"What?" Ginny didn't understand.
"Nothing." Suer shook his head, "It's a bit late today. I'll put my name in tomorrow."
"Oh." The white beard on Ginny's chin swayed as she nodded. "Then let's go first, bye, Soul."
"Bye-Bye."
Ginny left with his two friends. Soul watched their backs disappear around the corner, turned his head and looked at the Goblet of Fire through the gap in the door of the auditorium, sighed again, and returned to the dormitory.
After washing up, Su Er lay on the bed and looked at the decoration on the top of the curtain. Before closing his eyes, a thought came to his head - I seem to have forgotten something?
In the early morning, he suddenly opened his eyes with awareness, and at a glance he saw a dark, short man on the bedside?
The light on the bedside table had gone out at some point.
"Are you awake? Little master."
Su Er touched the wand on the pillow and paused. He breathed a sigh of relief, sat up from the bed, reached out and knocked on the bedside table, and the dim light turned on again.
"It's you, Cress."
"Yes, little master, Kress is here to report on the task that the little master asked me to do. Kress saw a man sneaking into the auditorium and throwing a name into the cup."
Only then did Soul remember what he had forgotten, and he asked Cress to help him keep an eye on the Goblet of Fire.
"You've been there since dinner?"
"Yes, little master." Kress whispered, with fatigue hidden in his voice. It faithfully carried out Sur's order and stared in the auditorium all night.
Su Er glanced at the clock on the bedside table. The hour hand pointed at four-thirty.
"Thank you, Cress."
"It's not hard for Clay. Clay is willing to dedicate everything to his little master. However, Clay is afraid of exposing the little master and doesn't dare to get close. He can't see clearly what name is written on the parchment..." Clay Si said frustratedly.
"It's okay, Kress, this is already good." Suer comforted him, "Then who is the person you see? Is it Professor Moody?"
"Professor Moody?" Cress asked doubtfully, "Cress didn't see Professor Moody."
"What Cress saw was Mr. Durmstrang's principal."
"Karkaroff? How could it be him?"
Since Dumbledore didn't want to say anything, Soule was sensible and didn't ask any more questions.
He brought the topic back to the original question.
"Then you want me to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"
"It's up to you, Soul." Dumbledore once again showed a smile that Soul hated deeply. "I just follow the established path arranged by fate and let everything proceed in the way I want."
"But..." Dumbledore blinked, "Personally, I hope you can participate. After all, the Triwizard Tournament is a grand event and very rare. Before you graduate, I'm afraid It won’t happen a second time.”
You might as well just say that you want me to join in... Suer couldn't help but curse.
"Okay, I understand, Professor." Suer nodded, "Then I'll go back and rest."
Dumbledore nodded slightly, and suddenly said when Soul stood up.
"Destiny will change the moment you make a choice, but different paths lead to the same goal. It will always reach the end."
Soul paused and turned to look at Dumbledore. The old bee's eyes were as gentle as before, as if this was just a simple reminder.
"I understand."
……
Dumbledore already knew where Voldemort would eventually perform the resurrection ceremony, but he had no plans to directly visit the scene to directly destroy Voldemort.
Because he knew very well that only by truly resurrecting Voldemort and then destroying all the Horcruxes could Voldemort be truly killed.
There is another key point in this, Harry is also one of the Horcruxes.
In other words, Voldemort's successful resurrection with the help of Harry's blood is also part of Old Bee's plan, and it is also a very critical node in it.
Although it is not clear why Voldemort must use Harry's blood to complete the ritual, there must be important hints hidden in it that Soul is not aware of.
Why did I think so much? Harry didn't die in the end anyway.
Sur shook his head and sighed deeply. It seemed that he had to write his name on the parchment.
It’s really confusing. I can’t beat Lao Fu. How can I save my life from the dazzling green light?
This is the question that I should think deeply about now.
But he completely ignored that the premise of all this was that he was selected by the Goblet of Fire, and that he and Harry had to meet the final trophy at the end.
The authorities are fans, nothing more than that.
Soul went from the eighth floor where the principal's office was to the castle foyer smoothly without running into Filch or his cat once.
However, when passing by the closed auditorium, I heard some movement coming from inside, and it was getting closer and closer.
Suer immediately turned around and walked behind the pillar closest to the auditorium, quietly stood up, and poked half of his head out to look outside.
The door of the auditorium was pushed open from the inside out, and three little wizards quietly walked out one after another. They were dressed in Gryffindor.
Sur covered his mouth and almost didn't laugh out loud. These three little wizards all have one thing in common. They have long white beards under their noses and on their chins, like little old men. The most amazing thing is that one of them has She is still a girl.
what...
"Ginny?"
"Who?" The three little wizards were all startled by the sudden sound. They stopped in place without daring to move and looked in the direction of the sound.
"It's me." Suer came out from behind the pillars with a strange look on his face, "This is what you are doing?"
Ginny and the other two little wizards were relieved to see that it was not the professor.
"Good evening, Soul." Ginny lowered her head dejectedly, her long white beard swaying on her chin.
"We wanted to try and see if we could throw the name into the cup, and as you can see, we failed."
Su Er gave her a strange look. She was indeed the sister of Fred and George, and she was quite adventurous.
"The age limit set by Principal Dumbledore is not easy to break."
"We're just a little bit close to throwing the name in." Ginny's tone was a little unwilling.
"It's okay. If the next Triwizard Tournament can still be held, you happen to be in seventh grade, so you can participate then." Suer said in relief.
"I hope so." Ginny sighed, "I'm going back to find Fred and George to settle the score. It was the method he taught us."
"Haha..." Soul couldn't help but laugh. When Ginny spoke, the white beard on her lips was still curling up. The aged white beard paired with the childish face was full of smiles. .
"I suggest you go to Madam Pomfrey first. She may be able to remove your beard. If you go to Fred and George like this, they will probably be laughed at."
"How dare they?!" Ginny raised her eyebrows, "I still have their new order form in my hand. If mom finds out and they start making these again..."
"What about Harry? If Harry sees...um...ahem..."
"What does this have to do with Harry?" Ginny said immediately, but her blushing face betrayed the fact that she didn't mean what she said. "In order to prevent Fred and George from being sent a yelling letter by their mother, I'd better go find Pomfrey first. lady."
"By the way, are you participating in the Goblet of Fire?"
"Ah..." Suer sighed, "I actually didn't want to, but some unexpected circumstances happened that forced me to choose to participate in the selection."
"What?" Ginny didn't understand.
"Nothing." Suer shook his head, "It's a bit late today. I'll put my name in tomorrow."
"Oh." The white beard on Ginny's chin swayed as she nodded. "Then let's go first, bye, Soul."
"Bye-Bye."
Ginny left with his two friends. Soul watched their backs disappear around the corner, turned his head and looked at the Goblet of Fire through the gap in the door of the auditorium, sighed again, and returned to the dormitory.
After washing up, Su Er lay on the bed and looked at the decoration on the top of the curtain. Before closing his eyes, a thought came to his head - I seem to have forgotten something?
In the early morning, he suddenly opened his eyes with awareness, and at a glance he saw a dark, short man on the bedside?
The light on the bedside table had gone out at some point.
"Are you awake? Little master."
Su Er touched the wand on the pillow and paused. He breathed a sigh of relief, sat up from the bed, reached out and knocked on the bedside table, and the dim light turned on again.
"It's you, Cress."
"Yes, little master, Kress is here to report on the task that the little master asked me to do. Kress saw a man sneaking into the auditorium and throwing a name into the cup."
Only then did Soul remember what he had forgotten, and he asked Cress to help him keep an eye on the Goblet of Fire.
"You've been there since dinner?"
"Yes, little master." Kress whispered, with fatigue hidden in his voice. It faithfully carried out Sur's order and stared in the auditorium all night.
Su Er glanced at the clock on the bedside table. The hour hand pointed at four-thirty.
"Thank you, Cress."
"It's not hard for Clay. Clay is willing to dedicate everything to his little master. However, Clay is afraid of exposing the little master and doesn't dare to get close. He can't see clearly what name is written on the parchment..." Clay Si said frustratedly.
"It's okay, Kress, this is already good." Suer comforted him, "Then who is the person you see? Is it Professor Moody?"
"Professor Moody?" Cress asked doubtfully, "Cress didn't see Professor Moody."
"What Cress saw was Mr. Durmstrang's principal."
"Karkaroff? How could it be him?"
