When Harry and Ron arrived at the Great Hall, they happened to see a big boy who looked like a sloth throwing names into the Goblet of Fire.
Harry recognized the boy's name as Warrington, a Slytherin student and a Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team.
During a game last semester, Warrington hit Harry in the head with a quaffle, causing him to almost miss the season.
Therefore, Harry looked disgusted and said, "We can't let a Slytherin student become a warrior!"
"Yes." Ron agreed and asked loudly: "Has anyone signed up in our academy?"
"Angelina and Aria have already signed up." Simo waved the note in his hand and said excitedly: "I'll be going soon, do you want to come with us?"
"Harry, shall we go too?" Ron said in a longing voice.
"Wait a little longer." Harry actually hadn't decided yet whether to put his name into the Goblet of Fire. Of course Harry wanted to become a warrior, but he also felt that with Rolf here, he had no hope at all, so why bother working in vain?
At this moment, about a hundred owls flew into the auditorium. They flew around the dining table until they found their respective owners and dropped letters or packages into their laps.
Harry also received a letter, and Ron asked: "Whose letter?"
"Hagrid's letter." Harry tore open the envelope, glanced at it quickly, and frowned: "He asked me to go to the cabin immediately. If you have any emergency, come to me." Hagrid usually writes letters asking them to go have afternoon tea. It's rare to say there's an emergency.
So Harry and Ron immediately left the Great Hall and hurried across the fields towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
When they were about to arrive at the wooden house, the two suddenly discovered that Hagrid's house was already dark, as if it had been in a fire.
Harry became more and more anxious and ran quickly towards the wooden house. When he reached the door, he slapped the wooden door hard and shouted: "Hagrid, are you okay? Are you injured?!" Immediately, a low-pitched voice could be heard in the room. Barking, Hagrid yelled: "Coming! Fang, back off quickly! Stop barking!" The door creaked open, and Harry looked up. He was stunned and speechless.
The Hagrid he imagined would already have third-degree burns, his whole body covered in bandages, and half of his face was beyond recognition.
But the Hagrid in front of him was not only unburned, but also dressed in a flamboyant manner: a fluffy brown suit paired with a flirty plaid tie.
The most outrageous thing was Hagrid's hair. He seemed to want to straighten his hair, so he used a lot of machine lubricant to make his hair shiny and combed into two bunches, which looked extremely weird.
Then, Harry understood that Hagrid was not burned, but his head was damaged by the smoke of the fire...probably!
"Hagrid, how...how did you do this?" Harry asked.
"Oh, I just suddenly felt that it was time to dress up." Hagrid said hesitantly.
"Besides, now that Hogwarts is holding the Triwizard Tournament, as a professor, I have to leave a good impression in front of teachers and students from other schools." Harry doubted whether the opposite effect would be achieved, but he was still unsure. Conscience, praised: "Oh... you are quite good-looking."
"Really?" Hagrid scratched his hair. Unexpectedly, Harry and his aesthetics were exactly the same, so he gave him some men's lubricant to take back.
Ron stared at Hagrid's weird hairstyle. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to make a sharp comment. Harry hurriedly interrupted: "Hagrid, what's going on with your house?"
"Oh, last night the snails destroyed the cage, ran around, and burned down my house." Hagrid explained: "Fortunately, Rolf passed by and helped me put out the fire."
"Where are those Blast-Ended Skrewts?"
"In the pumpkin patch," said Hagrid cheerfully.
"I reinforced the cage, these little naughty guys will definitely not be able to escape." Harry once again became suspicious of Hagrid's statement. He frowned and said, "You wrote a letter saying that you came to me in an emergency, what exactly is it about? "
"I'm not looking for you!" Hagrid stepped out of the way and grinned: "Look who's coming!" Harry looked into the room, eyes wide, and he shouted excitedly: "Sirius, Lupin! You guys! Why are you two here?!"
"Professor Dumbledore asked us to come." Sirius strode over and smiled: "He wrote and said that Hogwarts may need some manpower for security recently, so Remus and I will come together. ”
"Is it about the Triwizard Tournament?"
"Yes." Lupine said with a smile.
"But I can't tell you the specifics. Just wait... you will definitely be surprised by then!" Harry and Ron looked at each other. They didn't know what else would surprise them in the Triwizard Tournament.
"By the way, where's Rolf?" Sirius asked,
"I also wrote to him, but the owl couldn't find his location." Ron suddenly remembered something and said in an envious tone: "He is probably with Delacour."
"Delacul?"
"Well, a female student from Beauxbatons!" Ron's eyes blurred as he said, "She is very beautiful. She seems to have known Rove for a long time. They sat together at the dinner last night."
"Can she still be prettier than Shirley?" Sirius looked unbelieving.
"Almost!" Ron said excitedly: "I dare say that girl must be a Veela!"
"It's normal for Rolf to attract Veela." Lupine said with a smile: "His face is so attractive." Hagrid began to make tea, and they sat down at the table, and soon started talking again The Triwizard Tournament.
"You are so lucky." Lupine said in an envious tone: "We also had rumors at the time that we wanted to restart the Triwizard Tournament. However, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang may have felt that Britain was too dangerous and rejected the proposal." Sirius took a sip of perilla tea and asked in a casual tone: "Harry, do you want to be a warrior?"
"Who wouldn't want to!" Ron said impatiently,
"What an honor it is to be a warrior." Harry hesitated and nodded: "I really want to, but with my strength I'm afraid it will be difficult."
"If you want to become a warrior, you can ask Rolf for help." Sirius whispered.
"Ask Rolf for help?" Harry asked doubtfully, "I can't let Rolf not participate. Even if he doesn't participate, I may not be able to become a warrior..."
"No, that's not what I meant," said Sirius.
"Rolf can make others become warriors, although I still don't know how he does it!" Harry and Ron looked at each other in shock. They both knew that Rolf was very powerful, but he couldn't make anyone become a warrior. Who can make me a warrior?
This is outrageous! Harry fell silent, as if hesitating. After a moment, he raised his head and asked, "If it were dad, would he attend?" Sirius and Lupine both smiled. Sirius looked into Harry's eyes and said seriously: " Harry, for James, only adventure is interesting, and of course he will participate, even if he is only a first year at the time."
"Then I'll join!" Harry nodded.
"I'll go find Rolf for help!"
"That's good." Sirius smiled. After chatting for a while, Harry and Ron got up and left. Hagrid followed to get some lubricant to give to Harry.
When the room became quiet, Lupine said with a worried expression: "Is it really good to let Harry participate in the Triwizard Tournament? The Death Eaters are more active than usual..."
"Now that Dumbledore has decided." Sirius shrugged, looked out the door, and said calmly: "I believe he can protect Harry."......
