[HP] Amy Lee sleepwalks through Hogwarts

The lunch meal was relatively normal, but at night, a piece of raw steak and a bloody cow's eye appeared on Amy's plate. She knew that other elves were deliberately causing trouble for Dobby.

However, this is also an inevitable process, and daring to resist is also a kind of "awakening". A few more trips to the kitchen would change things immediately.

But those elves never knew when they would stop her from entering, so she had to be prepared from the second time.

Because she had been thinking about this kind of problem, she felt that dinner time passed quite quickly.

Joey seemed to be unable to stand it anymore, so he pushed her hard, almost pushing her off the stool, and reminded her: "Ginny called you several times!"

"Huh?" Amy turned her head and saw Ginny quietly pointing at Fred and George and mouthing a sentence.

But Amy really didn't understand it, so she shook her head.

Then, she noticed that Ginny's expression became depressed, and she looked at Fred and George with slight disgust.

Fred asked, "What did she say?"

George frowned slightly and seemed to have been listening intently for a while. At this time, he said doubtfully: "She didn't seem to say anything!"

So, the two of them are trying their best to pretend that they don't know about Ginny's little tricks towards Amy?

Ginny let out a long sigh and said, "She shook her head!"

"It means..." Fred's head was buzzing, and he no longer had the energy to pay attention to other things.

"She won't be friends with us anymore?" George also looked disappointed, and his heart ached.

Ginny looked at them more sympathetically: "I think that's what it means!"

But when I asked her in the morning, didn't she also say that she had never rejected Fred and George?

Yes, is there any difference between rejecting and not rejecting? Don’t even be friends…

Ginny originally wanted to take the opportunity to play cruel tricks on these two unscrupulous brothers...

As a result, this dinner became particularly boring. Fred and George just used their forks to scratch on the empty plates.

In the end, Fred couldn't help it anymore and quietly discussed with Ginny: "Ginny, how about you help me ask... How can she pretend that the confession at that time never happened?"

Ginny simply rolled her eyes: "You can try using the forgetting spell! Just erase all the marks you left in her memory!"

Fred let out a long sigh: "Then... what should we do???"

George stared at him for a long time, and then began to discuss in a low voice: "Fred, otherwise... I said those words at that time, you can definitely..."

But when he said these words, his expression was so tangled and his voice was choked with sobs. Who could bear to do what he said?

Amid this entanglement, the dinner was taken away, and almost everyone was eagerly waiting to know who the next warrior would be.

Dumbledore stood up and said: "Now, the Goblet is about to make its final decision. Listen carefully. When the names of the warriors are announced, please go to the end of the auditorium and along the staff's tables. Walk over and enter the room next door. There, the warriors will receive preliminary guidance!" As he spoke, he pointed to the wooden door behind the faculty desk.

Then, Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it widely. All the candles floating on the ceiling were extinguished, leaving only the candles in the jack-o'-lanterns swaying, casting strange shadows.

The goblet had been placed on the empty chair in front of Dumbledore long before the dinner began, where the Sorting Hat was originally placed at the beginning of each school year.

Suddenly, the blue-and-white flame in the goblet turned red, burning very high "suddenly" and sparks flying everywhere. Then, a tongue of fire "suddenly" jumped into the air, and a piece of parchment with the edges burned flew out, and then the flame changed back to blue and white again.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment, stretched his arms far away, and read the writing on it in the light of the flames.

"Durmstrong's champion, Victor Krum!"

The corner where Durmstrang was sitting burst into cheers, and many hands pushed Krum up. Krum, on the other hand, was a little listless and walked towards Dumbledore and walked into the door behind the staff desk.

The applause gradually subsided, and the flame in the goblet turned red again, and another piece of parchment was sprayed out.

"Champion of Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour!"

Fleur stood up gracefully, swaying her long silver hair, and walked lightly towards Dumbledore. Almost all the boys' eyes followed her until she also walked into the door.

"Next, we will be our Hogwarts warriors!" Joey looked a little excited: "You know, Amy? I have predicted in advance that the winner of this competition will be our Hogwarts warriors. !”

"Yeah!" Amy nodded, and the bloody cow's eye she just saw and the piece of raw steak flashed through her mind. For some reason, Cedric's shadow also flashed into her mind, and he seemed a little embarrassed, sitting alone in a deserted place with his back to her.

"Cedric didn't win..." Amy blurted out suddenly.

"What?" Joey didn't seem to hear clearly.

Amy smiled at her: "I said, it wasn't Cedric who won the championship in the end!" After thinking about it again, she said helplessly: "You just said that it was the warriors of Hogwarts who won through divination, so... Cedric probably didn’t make the cut!”

With a "boom", the flame in the goblet turned red again, jumped very high, and flew out with a third piece of parchment rolled up.

Dumbledore pulled out the parchment from the flames and shouted: "Cedric Diggory, Champion of Hogwarts!"

For a moment, Amy's heart felt like it was being grabbed hard, and she felt extremely uncomfortable. She murmured: "How could..."

Joey didn't take this as a problem. He just smiled and said, "Your divination may be wrong!"

Amy also laughed dryly and nodded slightly: "Maybe..." Because she had not carefully divined it, only such a shadow flashed in her mind.

Cedric stood up from the Hufflepuff dining table with a hearty smile on his face. His eyes habitually turned to Amy's back, but this time he actually saw her front face. Involuntarily, the expression on his face looked happier, and he nodded lightly at Amy. Then, he also walked into the door behind the faculty bench.

The cheers for Cedric continued for a long time. Dumbledore waited until the noise subsided and then happily said loudly: "Okay, now that all three warriors have been selected, then..."

Before he finished speaking, the flame in the goblet turned red again, jumped into the air with a "boom", and rolled out the fourth piece of parchment.

Dumbledore squinted his eyes, subconsciously reached out and grabbed the parchment, and read the name on it: "Harry Potter!"

There was no applause this time, just endless whispers and all kinds of murderous looks.

Harry stood up blankly, and slowly walked towards Dumbledore amid the knife-like gaze.

"Professor, I didn't..." Harry tried to explain.

"Go in!" Dumbledore pointed to the wooden door where the three warriors had already walked in.