The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Chapter 268 The fifth warrior?

"So, you want Harry to successfully reach the end, face Voldemort, and then resurrect him?!"

Deep in the secret room, in Mo Bai's own room, Hermione looked at Mo Bai with wide eyes while holding a tea cup.

"You are crazy!"

"There will be no danger..."

Mo Bai sat next to him with a low eyebrow and placed a piece of cut strawberry cake in front of the little girl.

"I will always follow Harry. Old Deng also knows about this plan, and I still have an insider on Voldemort's side."

"This is something Harry has to go through, but I can leave him unscathed."

Hermione's eyes widened and she blurted out a sentence.

"Who cares about him!"

Mo Bai smiled and said, "Harry will be sad if he hears this."

The little girl blushed, "He was well protected by you, but what about you? You faced Voldemort directly! That was Voldemort!"

"A pervert who sneaked into the women's bathroom when he was a student, and was later beaten to death by a little brat. Why are you afraid of him?"

Hermione glared at him.

How can the Dark Lord, who has been wreaking havoc in Britain for more than ten years and is still talked about with disgrace by everyone, as bad as you say?

"Besides, no matter how scary he is, can he be scarier than the old man?"

That's true...

Hermione had forgotten that the guy in front of her was technically a black man.

"But……"

"Don't worry, you don't know my strength," Mo Bai grabbed her little hand and put it on his knee, looking directly into her eyes.

"Besides, even if I can't defeat him, I can still use the Obscurus to run away with Harry."

Staring at his dark eyes, Hermione's face turned red.

"Yes, who can be a thief like you..."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

The girl was already tall and graceful, and she looked a little charming at this glance.

Mo Bai pursed his lips.

I seem to have heard Mrs. Granger say that Britain is an adult at the age of sixteen.

The two looked at each other, but suddenly no one spoke.

As the breath intertwined, the skin could feel the temperature on the opposite side.

The air between the two seemed to turn pink.

Mo Bai forced himself to look away.

"Don't forget we still have our own things to do."

Hermione gave a strange expression.

He was holding his mouth and looked like he couldn't help laughing, his little brows were furrowed and he looked a little worried.

"So fast?"

"I've sold enough flaws. If the fish still doesn't take the bait, then the fish isn't worth catching."

"Just think I've been battling with the air for a few months."

Harry was upset.

He felt like he was back in the second grade, the time when he was misunderstood as the man from the secret room.

Everyone looked at him strangely wherever he went, as if he had stolen something he shouldn't have.

He knows what it is.

The key is, he doesn't know where this warrior's position came from.

He is also a victim, okay?

What made him even more uncomfortable was that Ron didn't believe him either, acting like "we agreed to be a scumbag together but you secretly counterattacked".

The two had a quarrel, and now neither one pays attention to the other.

And the most uncomfortable thing was that Mo Bai, who had promised to cover him, suddenly turned into that Sima-faced person who liked everyone.

When he spoke to him, she just glanced at him and turned away.

The only person who made him feel that the world was still warm was Hermione holding the black cat.

"Why is Ron like this? Didn't you tell him that it wasn't you who voted for him?"

"I told you, but he didn't believe me."

Harry sighed.

"By the way, what's going on between you and Bai? Why does he seem to be a different person every day?"

Harry recalled Hermione telling them several times.

He is not white.

A ridiculous idea suddenly came to my mind.

He looked at the man in front of him, whose back showed that he was repelling people thousands of miles away.

He licked his lips.

"He can't really be... Bai."

Hermione glanced at him.

He read the look.

Aren't you talking nonsense?

Harry gasped.

"Then who is he?"

Hermione seemed to hesitate for a moment, wondering whether to tell him.

"You can call him Mo."

Harry suddenly remembered that when Mo Bai was selected, the Goblet of Fire sprayed out two notes.

Ink and white.

Could it be that there are actually five warriors in this Triwizard Cup? !

"Harry, Mr. Bagman wants you to go upstairs and the Warriors want to take a photo."

While he was thinking, the voice of a little wizard woke him up.

When Harry arrived at the small classroom upstairs, everyone involved in the Triwizard Tournament was there.

Harry found Bagman talking to an unknown witch.

Bagman stood up immediately when he saw Harry, "The fourth warrior is here, come in, don't stand there, it's just a ritual to test the wand."

"Detection wand?"

"We need to test whether your commonly used wands are fully functional and perform well. This is the only equipment you use to participate in the competition. This is for your safety."

"Then take some pictures."

He pointed at the witch in a magenta robe, "This is Rita Skeeter. She is a reporter from the Daily Prophet."

Rita Skeeter looked Harry up and down.

Harry thought her eyes were terrifying, as if she wanted to dig out his entrails with her scarlet-nailed hands.

However, Harry noticed that she just glanced at him, and then shifted her wolf-like eyes to Mo Bai, who had been standing by the window with his back to them, wearing a black robe.

Perhaps it should be said, Mo.

Harry thought to himself.

"Can I interview them first? Bagman?"

"These two youngest warriors must have great stories."

"Of course..." Bagman blinked.

"If they say yes."

"awesome."

Rita Skeeter swooped over to Mo like a colorful beetle and reached out to grab his arm.

"Dear, come and talk to me~"

Mo turned to look at her, and then Rita froze and immediately put down her hand.

Harry saw her frightened eyes when she turned her head, as if she had seen Voldemort himself, her face pale and stiff.

I didn't ask for an interview with him after that. I just sat in my seat and didn't know what I was thinking.

For some reason Harry found it a bit funny.

After a while, the four warriors were seated, and Dumbledore appeared in the room, followed by a white-haired and energetic old man.

It was Mr. Ollivander from the wand shop in Diagon Alley.

He looked at the four of them with peaceful eyes, and when he saw Harry, he smiled as if to say hello.

Harry forced a smile too.

When he saw Mo, Ollivander frowned.

"Next, please take out the wand you will use during the competition, and I will check it for you."

Krum, Fleur and Harry all placed their wands on the black velvet cushions on the table.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the end, and there was nothing on Mo's table.

His brows furrowed slightly.

His usually peaceful face could see coldness and solemnity at this time.

"Are you sure you want to put the wand used during the competition?"

"Of course, I still remember you, Mr. Mo Bai. If I remember correctly, your wand is made of white Tang wood..."

Mo's brows furrowed even more tightly.

"No, that's not my wand, this one is."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wand shrouded in black mist and twisted in shape appeared in front of everyone.