People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 236 Lily: He is your Uncle Snape

"Is it really okay?"

Harry and Ron were uneasy.

Even though they had seen Cedric safely commit to himself and their list, they were still a little apprehensive.

The next day, Thursday.

Since it was the day when the Warriors roster was announced, even the busiest seventh graders had no classes scheduled today.

The place was crowded with students early in the morning, and most of them who were of the required age had already registered.

But there are always a few who are ready to make the final appearance.

This should have included Cedric, who signed up surrounded by others.

But because of what happened yesterday, he had already submitted his own list to the Goblet of Fire in advance.

"No need for an exam," Ron said dreamily while looking at the Goblet of Fire, "If I can be selected..."

This time Harry did not join Ron in his freak-out.

Because Ginny was right next to him, and he was hugging her and talking about Quidditch techniques.

Basil chuckled, and also hugged Hermione and whispered in her ear, "Is there no movement from Lavender Brown? Ron is the only one who is single among you three."

"What did you say?" Hermione was excited and embarrassed.

What was exciting was that Baqir indirectly admitted that they were together.

The embarrassing thing is that her plan was discovered by her lover.

Seeing that she couldn't fool Bagel by pretending to be stupid, she could only say, "Okay, I'll tell you, but you can't tell Ron."

"Lavender was indeed planning to confess her feelings to Ron, but Padma and Parvati stopped her."

"They say love is a war, and the one who confesses first will be at a disadvantage in the future."

At this point, Hermione raised her lips, and her tone changed to English with a slight hint of curry. "There is a clear superior-subordinate relationship between lovers - that is, the exploiter and the exploited, the oppressor and the oppressed, the winner or the loser!"

"Lavender! If you want to dominate the relationship between the two and decide whether to end it or not, you must not be the loser. Love is war!"

Hermione then laughed, "I don't know what they are thinking. When you meet someone you like, shouldn't you try to establish a romantic relationship with them first? Just like..."

The head was leaning towards the broad shoulders.

“Just like us.”

The next second, Hermione hastily moved her head away and straightened her clothes.

It was as if something hot was on Bajir's shoulder.

Yeah! Wuhu!

The sudden cheers made her reserved.

Looking up, it was Fred and George.

They waved potions in their hands and came to the cheering crowd.

"Alright guys!" "We did it! Fresh out of the oven this morning!"

This time, without Hermione, they said their plan wouldn't work.

The two walked right up to the age limit.

Shake the medicine in your hand, and then drink the other person's medicine in the form of a wedding wine.

They jumped at the same time and easily jumped into the boundary.

The wind at the time of landing even caused the cloud-like boundary to sway slightly.

But it didn't notice the intrusion of students who were not of the appropriate age.

Seeing this scene, the students around applauded.

"awesome!"

"Why didn't I think of that!"

"As expected of the Weasley twins!"

Fred proudly swayed his body like dancing within the boundary, and said to his brother who was looking at himself in the mirror, "Are you ready?"

George nodded and simultaneously with his brother threw in the parchment with their names on it.

"Great!" x2
Seeing that the Goblet of Fire did not respond, the two of them high-fived each other and cheered.

"They really succeeded? Such a simple way?" Hermione frowned.

"Of course not. Just wait and see."

As soon as Bagir finished speaking, the blue magic fire that was quietly burning in the cup began to become unstable, split into two small clusters, hit the two men in the chest, and knocked them out of bounds.

Fred and George stood up, touched the huge beards that suddenly appeared and occupied half of their faces, and saw their old selves in each other's eyes for the first time.

"Your fault!" "Your fault!"

The two brothers, knowing each other's intent, threw the blame at each other, smiled at each other, and rolled on the ground.

"Okay, you want to fight me?" "Get out of here! Or I'll pull your ears!"

"It really made me laugh out loud!" "Come on!"

The students gathered together, clapping and cheering for someone to "fight".

But this actually made the two of them more excited.

"We're both old!" "Yeah, but you're older."

"Isn't it interesting?" Bagir also applauded in the crowd.

"Hmm!" Hermione's hands moved unconsciously, "Interesting."

She might not have realized that, since Bagel appeared, she hadn't held a thick book to kill time in her hands for a long time, and she also laughed more.

The fingertips of the blond boy glowed faintly. Krum, who had interrupted the joy under the leadership of Karkaroff, stopped and went home.

Only the piece of parchment in the pocket flew into the Goblet of Fire.

In the memories of Krum and Karkaroff, Krum had successfully signed up.

You can call it selfish or stingy.

Basil was unwilling to let Krum in to show off, and looked straight at Hermione.

In a sense, this is also a just act. You have to know that in the 21st century when he came, this is a sign of male cohesion and disrespect for fairies and greasy male shrimp heads.

"What are you laughing at?" Hermione stopped clapping and looked up at her lover.

"I feel regretful," Bajir looked at the two people who got up from the ground and supported each other to the school hospital, "Why did they finish so quickly? Was it because they lacked physical strength? No, that's not the case for the batsman. Was it because the properties of the aging agent were activated by the age limit?"

"Perhaps." Hermione held Basil's hand, "But right now, the most important thing is to fill our stomachs."

"We haven't had breakfast yet."

"Should we go call Ron and Harry?"

"Are you talking about Ron? Didn't you notice he was long gone?"

"Of course, I only have eyes for you."

Soon, the time came to night.

As the bell rang, the entrance hall was filled with students and professors from three schools.

Old Crouch also arrived here.

Under Dumbledore's arrangement, everyone took their seats one by one.

Sat on the stepped black wooden chair against the wall.

"Now is the long-awaited Warrior Selection."

Dumbledore from the atmosphere group appears!
To be cool, he didn't even draw his wand.

He turned around and waved, his palm moving slowly along the direction of the bonfire by the wall.

The flames dwindled from their full strength to a smaller size, and the brightness of the foyer also decreased.

Then, the right hand that made the flame smaller moved closer to the Goblet of Fire.

When everyone thought that the flame in the Goblet of Fire would also weaken, the flame suddenly turned red.

As the red quickly faded to blue, a piece of parchment flew out along with the fading red.

It flew into Dumbledore's hands.

Everyone held their breath.

However, the name that came out of Dumbledore's mouth was not any of the people present.

His face also showed extreme surprise.

"Fabian and Gideon Prewett and Viktor Krum?"

The students of Durmstrang forgot to cheer.

The Weasleys thought the name sounded familiar.

As the two strange names appeared, the flame in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned golden.

It shot up high, forming a huge door stained with golden flames. Two phantom-like but colorful figures walked out of it, and the flames shrank and turned blue.

"Where are we?" "Professor Dumbledore?"

“I remember” “Aren’t we dead?”

The two men, who were almost the adult version of the Weasley twins, looked at each other and then looked around, finally stopping at Krum.

In the next second when your sight stops.

Hey!
Krum screamed and covered his right hand, and two magpie marks appeared out of thin air on the back of his hand.

"what is this?"

Igor Karkarov's voice was trembling, his face was pale, "What are you doing? What do you want to do to my students?"

He recognized the two men, members of the Order of the Phoenix, the Prewett brothers who had bravely and tenaciously been surrounded and killed by five Death Eaters.

"Silence!" Dumbledore roared, his anger striking Karkaroff with powerful pressure.

Karkaroff immediately cowered and huddled in the corner like a frightened quail.

"You two first..." Dumbledore was just about to chat with the Prewett brothers, whom he had reunited with after a long time.

The Goblet of Fire changed color again.

Under the worried gaze of the Beauxbatons headmaster, the parchment flew into Dumbledore's hands.

The hands holding the parchment began to tremble and his mouth began to stammer.

"Whose name is that? This is the first time I see Dumbledore like this." Harry said in surprise.

"He doesn't seem to be ready to read the note," Ron narrowed his eyes, "He wants to stop the next step."

As Ron had said, Dumbledore was not going to read the name on the note.

The wizard represented by that name should never and could not appear here.

However, Dumbledore was still too naive.

The note spontaneously combusted without fire, and the red flames surged into the sky, outlining a line of sentences like this.

[Heroic Spirit: Tom Riddle, Contractor: Cedric Diggory]

"No!" Harry stood up instantly.

A tall, black-haired boy from Slytherin, wearing a Hogwarts school uniform, walked out of the door formed by the gathering flames.

"Hello again, Harry Potter."

"And. Albus Dumbledore."

Everyone could see that this boy was dangerous and that something was wrong with his identity.

because
[faints]
A beam of red plasma shot out from Harry's wand.

Another person moved even faster. Dumbledore's arm seemed to become an afterimage, and flames appeared out of thin air and turned into chains that flew towards the boy like a flying arrow.

However, the spells cast by the two only caused a slight ripple in the boy's illusion.

Moreover, the moment the spell touched the boy, it disappeared like an eraser.

"It seems like none of you can hurt me, how interesting."

He wanted to find a negative look on Dumbledore's face and enjoy it.

But a force turned his head and his sight, stopping in front of Cedric.

Ah ~
Even though he had expected it, Cedric cried out as the mark of a snaking snake appeared on the back of his hand.

"It seems like I'm connected to you." The boy floated straight towards Cedric.

Cedric stood up and tightened his grip on his wand.

Dumbledore stood in front of the boy, and the professors stepped down from their seats one by one, pointing their wands at him.

Teacher McGonagall looked tense. She already knew Voldemort's name and his identity at Hogwarts from the diary incident.

"Spells won't work." "You can eat our fists." The Prewett brothers flew away.

The two men attacked from behind without any moral principles, saying they were using their fists, but they were actually using their feet.

And before he spoke, his foot was almost touching Riddle's butt.

But the result was that it passed through his body.

"No way?" "You're lucky, boy!" The Prewett brothers flew to Dumbledore's side.

Riddle snorted disdainfully and turned to look at the Goblet of Fire.

He used the back of his head to face the people who were pointing their wands at him.

He had already guessed that this was the Triwizard Tournament.

"Since you don't want me to get close, I can give you this time."

Others, including Harry, did not continue talking. There was still one warrior left in the Triwizard Tournament.

The Goblet of Fire changed color again.

Furong looked pale and seemed about to cry.

Madame Maxime walked up to her and held her hand. The Beauxbatons students around her were also nervous and worried.

The parchment flew into Dumbledore's hands.

But this time, he smiled.

"Heroic Spirit: Lily Evans, Contractor: Harry Potter!"

All the students of Beauxbatons breathed a sigh of relief.

If they had known in advance that their school's warrior quota had been taken, they would have been very angry.

But now it seems like I have survived a disaster.

"Lily! Lily! Lily!" Snape shouted three times in a row.

The wand, which was regarded as a second life by wizards, was thrown aside.

He waved his fists, and his face was filled with unprecedented joy and tears.

"Mom!" Harry, who also shouted, seemed to be under a petrification spell.

Snape's expression and actions shocked him more than Voldemort's appearance just now.

Various discussions were also heard on the field, discussing the relationship between the Savior's mother and Snape.

In such an atmosphere, the red-haired girl walked out of the flaming gate.

"This is Professor Harry from Hogwarts. Severus Dumbledore!"

Green eyes looked at the face that looked almost identical to her husband's.

The moment when emerald eyes meet.

The mark of the lily appeared on the back of Harry's hand.

He finally understood why the two people before couldn't help but scream out.

It was a pain that felt like the skin on the back of the hand was being torn off.

However, it only made him grin.

He subconsciously looked at Riddle, and a hint of jealousy seemed to flash across his handsome face, and then it became calm again, as if it was just an illusion.

He immediately threw this doubt behind him.

Because the big black bat was approaching Mom.

With the agility of a Seeker, he left his seat and jumped down in an instant.

On the other side, Snape picked up his wand and staggered over, "Lily, long time no see."

"Stay away from my mother!" Harry was so angry that he pushed Snape to the ground.

But Snape was not angry at all. The pain of colliding with the ground made him realize that this was not a dream, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"He's your Uncle Snape," Lily scolded her son.

"Uncle," Snape said, half crying and half laughing, "I am not worthy!"

The joy of Lily's reappearance suppressed her rationality.

It was he who told the Dark Lord the prophecy of the savior. How could he, who killed Lily, deserve the title?
"No, you deserve it." There was relief in Lily's eyes, a joy of seeing her childhood friend return to the right path and succeed.

It's no exaggeration to say that she has a smart brain.

From what she had just observed, the Triwizard Tournament was being held here.

Judging from the fact that Dumbledore is still the headmaster and the youthfulness of the students, Voldemort and his forces have been defeated.

And it was obviously Snape, the Hogwarts professor.

This childhood friend who studied with her at Hogwarts and parted ways with her because he joined the Death Eaters, either came to his senses and made great efforts to defeat Voldemort and his men, or he was an undercover agent from the beginning.

Such a Snape deserves her pride and happiness.

(End of this chapter)