After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Lamia didn't care what others thought. Her only goal was to participate in the competition and ensure Cedric survived. She didn't need to care about anything else.

But Harry obviously didn't think so. He was like a frightened ostrich, wanting to bury his head in the table. His ears were frighteningly red, and he tried his best to explain to Ron beside him that he didn't put his name in.

But Ron didn't seem to believe it at all. He just kept complaining about why Harry didn't put his name in if he had the means, and that he wanted to be a hero too.

These words made Harry feel even worse. He looked for help at Lamia, who had experienced the same thing as him, hoping to get some comfort from her.

But Lamia could not understand Harry's feelings. After all, she was the one who voted in. But she still looked at Harry comfortingly, and then looked at the chairman's table, waiting for Dumbledore's final verdict.

At the long table, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter! Lamia Nocturne!" he cried again. "Come up here, please!"

"Go ahead," Hermione urged quietly, nudging Harry gently.

Harry lowered his head like a defeated rooster. He didn't dare to raise his head until he walked next to Lamia. It was not because he was timid, but the eyes of the people next to him were too scary. They looked like they wanted to eat Harry.

Lamia patted Harry's shoulder, then walked in front of him and led him to the room. Harry didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that after being with Lamia, everyone's eyes seemed not so scary anymore. He could even straighten his back, as if he had really become a hero, and seemed to hear the same cheers as Cedric.

But this was indeed Harry's illusion. In fact, along with Lamia, the two of them were despised by the students in the entire hall. They thought that the two of them used shameful means, and some students even suspected that Dumbledore had let them in through the back door.

But Lamia turned a blind eye to all of it. As she said before, anything that was not related to her purpose was a trivial matter. Since it was a trivial matter, there was no need to pay attention to it.

Lamia and Harry walked along the passage between the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables. Harry felt that the road seemed particularly long and the head guest seat seemed always so far away.

He could feel hundreds of eyes staring at him, as if every eye was a searchlight, but when he saw Lamia in front of him, he suddenly felt that the two of them were together to accomplish some great mission.

It seemed like a full hour had passed before they finally reached Dumbledore, and all the teachers' eyes turned towards him.

"You go through that door, Harry and Lamia," said Dumbledore, looking from Harry to Lamia, his face without a smile.

They walked past the staff table, where Hagrid sat at the very edge. He didn't wink, wave, or offer the usual greeting to Harry and Lamia.

He seemed completely stunned, just staring at them as they walked past like everyone else. Lamia walked in front, passed through the door first, left the hall, and came to a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides.

In the fireplace opposite the portrait, a fire was burning brightly.

As Lamia entered, the faces in the portraits all turned to look at her, and one of the wrinkled witches scurried out of her frame and into the next one, which showed a wizard with a walrus mustache.

The wrinkled witch began to whisper something to him, and their eyes fell unabashedly on Lamia and Harry behind her.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were gathered round the fire, and the three figures made a particularly striking impression against the background of the flames.

Krum was leaning against the mantelpiece, hunched over, lost in thought. He was slightly distanced from the other two people. He was the first to notice Lamia. His gaze seemed to have more substance as he looked at Lamia in a daze, but he didn't come up to her and say anything.

Cedric stood there with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the fire. His back was turned to Lamia, so he did not immediately notice the girl he once knew.

When Harry came in, Fleur Delacour turned around and shook her beautiful long hair that cascaded down her face.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

Obviously, she regarded these two as messengers. After asking, Furong realized that something was wrong. Why did they let two people deliver the message?

"Excuse me, miss, we are contestants." Lamia said, her voice clear and gentle, but with a certain degree of unquestionableness.

This time, Cedric also turned around. He was surprised at first, and then curious. He wanted to know how these two little wizards who were not even seventeen years old had put their names into the Goblet of Fire.

Krum coughed loudly, "Stool." He pointed to the stool moved out next to him and said to Lamia, as if he didn't care at all whether Lamia was a contestant or not.

"Thank you, but—"

Before Lamia could finish her words, there was a rush of footsteps behind them, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He grabbed Harry's arm and tried to grab Lamia with his other hand, but she slapped him down. Bagman froze for a moment, but said nothing.

"It's bizarre!" he murmured, squeezing Harry's arm. "It's absolutely bizarre! Gentlemen and ladies," he said, moving towards the hearth and addressing the other three, "allow me to introduce—as incredible as it may seem—the fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament! And the fifth!"

Bagman's words didn't cause much reaction, Lamia had already told them before.

But Viktor Krum straightened up and looked Harry up and down, a gloomy expression on his arrogant face, as if he had just noticed the thin boy behind Lamia.

Fleur Delacour tossed her hair, smiled, and said, "Oh, that's a very funny joke, Mr. Bagman."

From the beginning, she didn't believe Lamia's words. There was never a fourth person in the Triwizard Tournament.

"A joke?" Bagman repeated, somewhat bewildered. "No, no, absolutely not! Their names just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Fleur frowned.

"But this is obviously a mistake," she said haughtily to Bagman. "They can't compete. They look too young."