Summary: The male protagonist is always wrong

If Harry had actually cast a note, perhaps the current situation would have made him happier.

Harry looked at Yin Li nervously, afraid that he would think he was childish.

Yin Li smiled and said, "Of course you should be happy. You will definitely win the championship. I think you are better than all of them."

"But I..." Harry wanted to say something.

Yin Li interrupted him, put his hand on Harry's face and asked Harry to look at him, "You have always been the best."

It is Harry who chooses kindness even when he is afraid, and it is he who stands up bravely even when he is timid.

"So believe in yourself more, you are really amazing." Yin Li threw herself into Harry's arms.

He knew Harry had always had some low self-esteem.

During the sorting, he felt that he was indecisive and unworthy of going to any house.

In their interactions with Ron and Hermione, Ron understood wizarding families and could tell Harry things he didn't know; while Hermione was smart and studious, and seemed to know everything.

Yin Li loved his kindness and bravery, and also loved all his imperfections, including his occasional inferiority, timidity, and a little bit of irritability.

What Yin Li wanted to do was just what he had done to Yin Li before.

Water it with love and let it grow new flesh and blood.

Harry held Yin Li tightly in his arms.

Chapter 109 Harry Potter 30

The next day was Sunday, and Harry and Yin left for the cafeteria.

Hermione was there too.

There are more and more people in the auditorium, and it's not a good place to chat.

A few people filled their stomachs.

Hermione suggested going to the Black Lake to talk.

"I didn't sign up at all," said Harry, who told Hermione what had happened in the room next to the Great Hall.

After listening to this, Hermione said, "Of course I know you didn't sign up. Who put your name in? Moody is right, no student can cheat the Goblet of Fire."

"Unless he is a professor." Yin Li said.

Hermione said in surprise, "Oh, you doubt Professor Moody? He's a professor."

Harry reminded her, "Think of Professor Quirrell and Lockhart."

Hearing him mention Lockhart, Hermione pretended not to hear, "But he is an Auror, and Mr. Weasley respects him very much, and Dumbledore trusts him too."

Hearing her mention Mr. Weasley, Harry remembered, "Mr. Weasley! What happened on the first day of school!"

Hermione's eyes widened as she recounted the events of that morning. "Moody said he heard someone breaking into his yard. He said he was sneaking towards the house but was ambushed by his trash can."

"If he was really ambushed, who could defeat an experienced old Auror? We should tell Dumbledore!" Hermione said anxiously.

"Of course, you go tell Dumbledore. We'll find a chance to search his office," said Harry.

Hermione looked at Harry and Yin Li in disbelief, "That's too dangerous!"

Yin Li said, "It's okay. If he's really a good person, then it's just a point deduction. Even if he's really a bad guy, he can't do anything to me in Hogwarts."

Hermione didn't know that Yin Li was a girl, so it was normal for her to be worried.

Harry changed the subject, "What about Ron? What does he think?"

"Oh…he…" Hermione hesitated.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked confusedly, "Does he also think that I signed up without telling him?"

"No... I don't think so..." Hermione said helplessly, "He's jealous!"

Hermione said something shocking.

Yin Li thought about it and understood.

Harry couldn't understand.

"Think about it," Hermione continued, "you know, it's always you who gets everyone's attention. Ron has to compete with so many brothers at home, and you're his best friend and so famous. Every time people see you, he's left out. He's endured it silently and never said a word. I think this time it just got to the point where he couldn't stand it anymore..."

Yin Li held Harry's hand.

Harry was a little disappointed, "I'll go talk to him."

Harry's life has not been easy these days.

Like Gryffindor, students from other houses thought that Harry had signed up for the tournament on his own, and they felt that this was not a very glorious thing.

Gryffindor only has Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Thursday afternoons, and Yin Li needs Harry to keep a close eye on Professor Moody.

Then he skipped class to go to Professor Moody's office.

He did not choose to turn into a ghost and sneak in, but instead used the Ignore Charm to carefully avoid the people in the corridor and entered Moody's office.

He used magic to mess up Moody's office, making it look like he was rummaging.

Then go straight to Moody's magic box, which is a box with seven locks.

Yin Li carefully checked whether there was any spell on the box. After confirming that there was none, he took out the master key to unlock it.

Yin Li opened the first key and opened the box, revealing a pile of spell books.

He then opened the second key and did not reopen the box to check. Instead, he opened all the locks one by one until he reached the seventh lock.

"Click!"

Moody's office door suddenly opened.

Yin Li was startled and turned to look at the door.

It's Dumbledore.

"Mr. Cavendish, this is not a polite thing to do."

His blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses looked at Yin Li disapprovingly.

This was the first time Yin Li spoke with Dumbledore.

Yin Li didn't answer him, but opened the box directly.

If he was wrong in his judgment, he would apologize.

Dumbledore also looked at the box.

There is a big pit at the bottom of the box, like a basement.

About three meters deep on the ground lay a man, skinny and seemingly asleep.

That was the real Professor Moody, missing his wooden leg, his magic eye, and some tufts of his hair.

"Look, sir, it's always a good thing to be vigilant," Yin Li said.

The office door was opened again and Snape came in angrily.

"Cavendish, how dare you skip my class? Didn't I warn you..."

"Severus, close the door." Dumbledore interrupted him calmly.

Snape closed the door and walked into the office before seeing what was inside the box.

He recalled what Yin Li had asked him about the polyjuice potion, and understood everything.

But he still glared at Yin Li angrily. Snape once warned him not to do stupid things.

He felt that Yin Li was as annoying as Harry Potter now.

Dumbledore went into the trunk and brought Moody out.

"Mr. Cavendish, go back to class first. I will take care of the rest." Dumbledore said with a sigh.

"Ok."

Yin Li always felt that he was indescribably tired. After Dumbledore dealt with Grindelwald, Voldemort started again. Perhaps the old man had not rested for a long time.

He was always alert and calculating.

Yin Li left the office, leaving Professor Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore inside.

Professor Snape is in there. What class is he teaching?

Despite saying this, Yin Li still obediently returned to the basement classroom of Potions class.

At dinner that day, Yin Li nodded to Harry and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.

After dinner, the three of them found an empty classroom and started chatting.

"How is it? Did you find anything?" Hermione asked.

"The real Professor Moody was found in his box, and Dumbledore took over the matter." Yin Li replied.

Hermione found it incredible. "The Moody who taught us was fake? He used Polyjuice Potion?! This is so bold!"

"Yeah, who would have thought he was so bold as to pull this off right under Dumbledore's nose and have it succeed," Harry said calmly.

"Anyway, Dumbledore will take care of the rest," said Hermione.

Harry said nothing.

Hermione felt relieved that the matter was resolved, "Good luck in the Triwizard Tournament."

After that she left.

Yin Li looked at Harry thoughtfully and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I just think that Voldemort has been gone for so long, but he can still do something like this. He is really powerful," said Harry.

Yin Li agreed, "Yes, if Voldemort relied on himself, he would not be able to do such a thing. The Death Eaters gathered together are the most terrifying."

This is war, personal heroism is useless.

"You're right." Harry stood up.

……

Saturday's study session.