HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

"Signus!" Harry took a step forward eagerly, sweat dripping down his forehead, "What should I do? That's a dragon! A real dragon! It can breathe fire! I... There's no way I can get close to it!"

He subconsciously sought help, just as he had instinctively looked to Cygnus countless times in the past when he encountered difficulties.

And the girl with gray-blue eyes in front of me can always give key suggestions.

Cygnus's gaze finally moved slowly from Harry's sweaty forehead to his hands, which were trembling slightly with fear and anxiety.

"Harry," her voice was still cold, "Think about it carefully."

She tilted her head slightly, and her tone contained a hint of interest in watching a show, but also sounded like an extremely gentle guidance.

"Dragons can fly, and what they guard are dragon eggs."

She paused deliberately, looking Harry straight in the face with her grey-blue eyes.

"And wizards... must have some way to make something 'fly' into their hands, right? Especially when that thing is not a living thing."

Her hints were brief and to the point, just like the puzzle of the golden egg last time.

"Accio."

The word rolled gracefully on her tongue but she didn't utter it out loud.

She wouldn't teach him step by step like she would a child.

She simply provided a direction, an extremely clear idea based on common sense.

If you can’t even think of this, or if you think of it but can’t learn it.

There was a hint of coldness in the depths of Cygnus' eyes.

He deserved to be roasted by the dragon, and it was a waste of her rare "kind" reminder.

In the world of the strong, opportunities are only given to those who can seize them.

Idiot, you have no right to live.

Harry froze.

Dragons can fly... Guard dragon eggs... Let things fly into your hands... They are not living things...

Several key words collided in his confused mind.

The name of a spell suddenly jumped out!

"Flying Spell!" He blurted it out, and hope instantly shone in his green eyes! "Yes! Flying Spell! Summon the golden egg directly!"

He looked at Cygnus excitedly.

Segnus simply looked away calmly, as if the crucial guidance just now was just some idle talk she had mentioned.

She neither confirmed nor denied the conclusion Harry had reached on his own.

"It seems that there are smart people in Gryffindor besides Hermione." Her tone was flat, and it was hard to tell whether it was praise or criticism, it was more like a statement.

"Go find Hermione, Harry. She'll be happy to help you turn this...dust into something that can save your life."

Obviously, she thought that Hermione was the most suitable person to teach Harry the "basic" spell of the Summoning Charm.

Having said that, Cygnus stopped looking at Harry's face which was a mixture of ecstasy and realization.

She turned around gracefully, as if the conversation that might have saved the Savior's life had never happened.

She has more important things to do.

For example, a stupid brother who carries a dangerous potion and keeps teetering on the edge of death.

For example, what should the Rose Cross do next?

Harry Potter and his dragon?

It was just a tiny episode in her grand chess game.

As for whether he can survive the flames of an unknown dragon?

There was no worry in the depths of Segnus's gray-blue eyes.

The opportunity has been given and the path has been pointed out.

The rest depends on his own destiny.

She waits and sees.

Just as Segnus was about to step away, she suddenly stopped.

He did not move his feet, but just turned his face slightly, and his gray-blue eyes once again swept over Harry, who was still immersed in the idea of the "Flying Spell", with a mixture of excitement and a little confusion on his face.

There wasn't much emotion in her voice.

"That's right, Harry."

She paused, as if choosing her words, or as if giving Harry time to react.

"Perhaps...you could tell Diggory the news."

Harry looked up suddenly, his green eyes full of surprise: "But... he is a Hufflepuff champion! A rival!"

Tell Cedric?

The handsome and outstanding Hufflepuff, the dream lover of all the girls in the school, and also his opponent in the Triwizard Tournament?

Harry instinctively resisted.

They are competitors!

Telling Cedric Long's secret is like helping him get through this, isn't it?

"Rival?" Segnus repeated the word softly.

"Harry, this world is not black and white, nor is it a life-and-death struggle."

"Especially within the walls of Hogwarts."

"Digory is an upright man. I think even the troll can see that."

Her comment was brief and powerful, and it got straight to the heart of Cedric Diggory’s character.

honest.

This was almost a rare positive comment from Segnus.

"More friends mean more paths. Kindness," her eyes stayed on Harry's face for a moment, "sometimes brings unexpected repercussions."

Instead of saying “return,” she used the more ambiguous and meaningful “echo.”

She knew human nature and how a decent person like Cedric would respond to the kindness of others.

After saying this last sentence, Segnus did not stop.

She turned completely around, her robes flying, and left Harry standing alone with her words echoing in his head.

Tell Cedric?

Competitor?

an honest person?

More friends, more paths?

Goodwill... response?

Harry's brows were tightly knitted together, and he was struggling inside.

He instinctively felt that what Cygnus said made sense, especially the point that Cedric was an upright man, which he could not refute.

Cedric's popularity and reputation in school are indeed impeccable.

But...take the initiative to help someone who is competing with you for the championship?

This feels so weird!

Gryffindor's competitive spirit is playing tricks on him.

However, Segnus's last words, "Kindness can bring unexpected repercussions," were like a seed that was quietly planted in his heart.

He remembered that although Cygnus always disliked him, she never really harmed him at the critical moment. Instead, she gave him crucial hints (dragon, flying spell).

Maybe…she saw something further this time too?

Harry scratched his tangled black hair in confusion.

never mind!

His heart skipped a beat.

Cygnus would never cheat him on such a thing!

And…Cedric really wasn’t like some of the people in Slytherin.

Tell him, at least you will feel at ease.

A Gryffindor-like, almost reckless spirit of "fair competition" eventually overwhelmed the narrow sense of competition.