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

Chapter 253 Five Warriors (5)

"What about you, Lamia, are you worried?" Hagrid looked at the venue for a while, his eyes fell on Lamia again, his eyes full of worry.

"I'm fine, Hagrid." Lamia said. She looked at the skrewts with some curiosity. They looked very ferocious, and the colorful crystals on their backs were quite beautiful.

"That's good, that's good. I really hope you can be safe." Hagrid wiped his tears as he spoke, and seemed to be frightened by his own thoughts.

"No, Hagrid, Harry and I will be fine, it's just a game." Lamia comforted the big guy in front of her, who looked very worried.

"Yes, Hagrid, it'll be okay, I'll protect Lamia," said Harry.

Lamia said nothing, but gave Harry a meaningful look. The latter took a few steps back, somewhat bewildered.

Lamia stayed with Harry for the next few days. Those were almost the most difficult days for him at Hogwarts. He remembered that it was during those few months in his second year when many classmates suspected that he had attacked his classmates. His life was almost as sad as it is now, but Ron stood by him at that time.

Lamia had always wanted to help Ron and Harry reconcile, but neither of them was willing to give in first. Harry felt that since Ron had no intention of reconciling with him, he was definitely not willing to beg Ron to talk to him.

Lamia had tried everything she could think of, but Harry and Ron still didn't return to the way they were before. For the first time, Lamia felt that things between the boys were not what she thought.

In the entire college, almost no students from any college had a good attitude towards Lamia and Harry, especially the Hufflepuffs. Their attitude was understandable because they wanted to support their own warriors.

But Slytherin had no idea that Lamia was a glory to their house, and instead put her and Harry together and laughed at her.

As for the Ravenclaw classmates, Lamia thought they would at least support Harry. After all, the relationship between the two colleges was pretty good. However, she didn't expect that most of the Ravenclaw classmates seemed to think that Harry had used a trick to trick the Goblet of Fire into accepting his name, and couldn't wait to earn more good reputation for himself.

Harry was almost driven crazy by these people's scolding. He didn't dare to leave the room at all, for fear of being chased and scolded by these people. Lamia rarely went out either. On the one hand, it was for this reason, and on the other hand, she wanted to take advantage of others' inattention to investigate the first project carefully. It was said that the championship was dangerous, so of course she had to prepare well.

Lamia visited Dumbledore's office several times at night for this purpose, but he was extremely cautious and Lamia did not find any clues.

That day, when Lamia was walking towards Dumbledore's office again, Colin stopped her.

"Is there something wrong?" Lamia looked at the short boy in front of her. He adjusted his glasses and looked very nervous.

"It's like this, the warriors are asked to take pictures. Harry has already gone, and he asked me to inform you." Colin looked very scared of Lamia, although she didn't understand what was scary about herself.

Lamia didn't ask any more questions and walked straight to the room Colin mentioned. It was a smaller classroom with most of the desks pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle.

But there were three desks facing each other in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet, and behind the velvet-covered desks stood five chairs, and in one of them sat Ludo Bagman, who was talking to a witch in a magenta robe.

Viktor Krum stood in a corner with a gloomy face as usual, not talking to anyone. When Lamia entered, he slightly turned sideways, as if wanting Lamia to stand over there, but unfortunately, Lamia didn't see it.

Cedric was talking to Fleur, who was very happy, or rather they were all very happy. She kept shaking her head, making her beautiful long hair shine with a dazzling luster.

A pot-bellied man was holding a large black camera that was emitting a little smoke, and was looking at Furong out of the corner of his eye.

Lamia took several steps forward before Bagman saw her. He had just been talking to Harry, but the moment he saw Lamia, he quickly stood up and jumped forward.

"Ah, here she comes! The fifth champion! Come in, come in, there's nothing to worry about. This is just the wand testing ceremony. The other judges will be here soon."

"Detection wand?" Lamia asked, not having a wand in her hand.

"Yes, we must check that your wands are fully functional and in good condition, as they will be your most important equipment in the upcoming competitions," Bagman said.

"The expert is upstairs with Dumbledore. Then there are some pictures. This is Rita Skeeter," he said, gesturing to the witch in magenta robes. "She's writing a short article about the Tournament for the Daily Prophet."

"But, sir, I don't have my wand with me. I need to go back and get it. Please wait a moment." Lamia said and prepared to turn around.

But at this time, Rita Skeeter spoke up to stop her.

"Miss Nocturne, right? I heard you don't need a wand to cast spells, right?" As she spoke, the pen in the air beside her kept recording, as if she wanted to write down everything she heard.

"That's not the case, ma'am," Lamia retorted with a smile, then quickly turned away, ignoring her question.

By the time Lamia finally found her wand and rushed back, Harry was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Rita Skeeter looked at the records in her notebook with great satisfaction. "The famous Harry Potter spoke up for his girlfriend. This is really big news. Oh, look, the heroine is here. Let me interview her."

"Miss Nocturne, are you participating in this tournament for Harry Potter? Have you already discussed this and used some means to deceive the Goblet of Fire so that you two wizards under the age of seventeen can participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"I……"

"Yes, yes, it seems I was right."

Lamia had barely uttered a single word when Rita Skeeter hurriedly wrote it down in capital letters in her notebook, as if she could say anything as long as there was a photograph to prove it.