Ron always felt that Harry had become a little weird recently - he became snooze and delicious, he seemed to be able to sleep anytime and anywhere, and his appetite became surprisingly large. When the two went out together, Harry was always in front, and Ron followed him, but now he is the opposite.

"Harry, do you feel uncomfortable?" After Harry accidentally bumped into Neville and apologized repeatedly, Ron finally expressed his doubts: "You didn't look like this before."

"Ha? Is there anything wrong with me?" Harry shrank his head, like a hamster who was only frightened.

"Oh, hell, Harry, you must have something sick." Ron scratched his hair, "You have not violated school rules for several days. It's unscientific. Why don't I accompany you to Mrs. Pomfrey's place to see you, you may have some rare strange disease."

"No, no, Ron, I'm very good." Harry tried hard to straighten his back, "I think I'm in a good shape."

"Then why are you always listless lately? Yesterday you met Silver in the corridor, and you were completely bowing your head and bent down to avoid it. This is not like you. Did Moody tell you that day?"

"No, Professor Moody just encouraged me a few words and asked me to work hard to play at my level in the final game."

Ron looked at his close friend with suspicion: "No matter what happens, you can tell me that we are our best friends, Harry."

Harry was a little confused, "Friends, we are our best friends..."

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"Ladies and gentlemen, the last game of the Triumph is about to begin! Let me report the current score! Jack Silver - 110 points, well-deserved first place, Hogwarts School!" Applause and cheers flew the birds in the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky. Ludo Bagman had to stop and wait for the applause to end.

"The second place, also from Hogwarts School, Harry Potter - 85 points!"

"Wickdor Krum - 80 points, third place, Demstrong Academy!" Another round of applause.

"Furom Dragur - No. 4. Busbaton College!"

"Now, the last challenge of the Triumph Championship is about to begin. Now, Jack Silver, please listen to my whistle!" Bagman said, "Three-Two-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

With a short whistle, Silver walked into the maze.

The tall hedge casts black shadows on the trail. Whether it is because the hedge is tall and dense, or because of magic, as soon as he enters the maze, the audience's voices are gone. Silver almost feels like he is at the bottom of the water again. He pulls out his wand and says, "The fluorescent light is flashing."

"This maze is really big. When should I stay?" Silver thought as he walked. "According to the plot, the first person to get the Goblet of Fire will be teleported to the ancestral grave of the Riddle family. Voldemort is waiting for Harry Potter's blood to be resurrected. If I had a cramp in my head, wouldn't it be a scapegoat for Cedric? He should have been a warrior and then died bravely."

"Damn it." Silver raised his wand and hit a black shadow that rushed towards him, but the spell penetrated the black shadow and did not hinder it."

"Boggart pretended to be a dementor? No. I'm not afraid of it, it's a real dementor." The dementor slowly walked towards Silver, twelve feet tall, with a hood covering her face, and her rotten and scabbed hands stretched straight. It approached step by step, touching him with a feeling. Silver could hear the gasping sound in his throat. A cold and slippery feeling hit his whole body, and the air around him seemed to have solidified...

"I don't know how they thought of getting you in, but you came to me. I can only say that you are in trouble. Hu Shen Guess!"

A silver-white raptor flew out of Silver's wand, and a faint mist was lingering on its body, making it impossible to see what kind of raptor it was. The raptor flapped its huge wings and made a sharp chirping.

The solidified air began to flow again, and the dementor wanted to escape frantically, but how could the dementor that could only float slowly be faster than the flying birds of prey?

The dementor was pecked by the silver-white bird of prey and soon turned into a floating black gas. When the bird of prey opened its mouth, it actually swallowed the black gas.

The silver-white bird of prey flew back to Silver, surrounded him for a few circles, making a farewell chirping sound. Then it disappeared into the air again.

"What a great patron saint." Applause came from behind - it was Krum. "I thought you wouldn't have found mine."

"Do you want to compete with me here? Crum?" Silver felt that he was not in good intentions and pointed his wand at him.

"I personally want to do this, but my friends seem to like a simpler way." He clapped his hands, and Harry Potter escorted the hibiscus with his hands tied back. Dragul walked out of the shadow behind Krum.

"Jack, the two of them joined forces to attack me!"

"Be quiet, Miss Dragul." Krum gave Furong a silent spell.

"What do you want to do?" Silver said with a facial expression.

"We want to ask you to come with us." Krum said with a smile.

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'm afraid Miss Fleur Delakull will have a few more scars on her beautiful face that cannot be healed."

"Okay, I'm afraid I won't be able to agree, but I have a question to ask you both."

“What’s the problem?”
Chapter completed!