"Um...Tiera..." While walking towards the Gryffindor common room, Harry looked at Tiera with a guilty conscience, "So...we are rivals?"

"..." Tiera didn't know what to say.

What made you think you'd be my match?

Oh yes, it's me who's been pretending to be miserable.

"Yeah." Tiera said.

"But we're still good friends, aren't we?" Harry asked again.

"Of course." Tiera said—

Then suddenly an idea came to mind.

"Harry," Tierra called.

"What's wrong? Tiera" Harry asked.

"The Triwizard Tournament is an extremely dangerous game," Tiera said. "Over the years, warriors have been killed or even disabled."

"I know, Tiera," Harry said.

"So instead of fighting alone, we might as well join forces," Tiera said.

"Joining?" Harry asked. "How?"

"We can usually train together, learn spells together, and if we meet each other during the game, we can face danger together," Tiera said.

"That's great!" Harry said, breathing a sigh of relief—

After learning that he had been selected as the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry's greatest fear, besides his own safety, was the breakdown of his friendship with Tierra.

"But we have to make an agreement between us." Tiera said with a smile.

"What agreement?" Harry asked.

"Whoever wins the Triwizard Tournament deserves the final victory of the two of us," Tiera said. "The one who wins gets the trophy and eternal honor, and the other gets the thousand gold plus Long's bonus."

"No problem!" said Harry, "as it should be!"

Tiera smiled with satisfaction.

While talking, they walked to the portrait of the fat lady--

"Nonsense." Harry said the password.

"Come in, two little warriors," said the fat lady with a grin, then she swung forward to let Harry and Tierra into the common room.

When the portrait was opened, Harry almost fell on his back with the sudden roar in his ears.

Then, Harry and Tiera had only been dragged into the common room by about a dozen hands, facing all the classmates of Gryffindor House.

They were all screaming, cheering, whistling.

"You should sign up for us too!" Fred yelled. He looked half annoyed and half excited.

"That's right! You are too unscrupulous!" George shouted.

"I'm just an experiment." Tiera shrugged and said, "I don't have full confidence. If I told you before I didn't succeed, it would be a shame if I failed."

"That's true," said George.

"So Harry, how did you do it?" Fred asked again.

"I didn't," said Harry, "I don't know how-"

At this moment Angelina rushed in front of him like a whirlwind, "Oh, if it can't be me, at least one of Gryffindor-"

"We've got something to eat, Harry, come and have some—"

"I'm not hungry, I ate enough at the banquet—"

But no one wanted to hear him say he wasn't hungry, no one wanted to hear him say he didn't put his name in the goblet, and nobody but Tiera seemed to notice that he wasn't in the mood to celebrate—

Harry originally wanted to ask Tiera to go back to the dormitory, but Tiera seemed to be completely absorbed in the banquet, singing and dancing with the Weasleys, and talking.

Harry had no way of getting out, and whenever he tried to sneak up the stairs to the dormitory, the crowd moved towards him, surrounding him, forcing him to drink another butterbeer, or shoving biscuits and peanuts into his hands. Here...everyone wants to know how he did it, how he tricked Dumbledore's age line into throwing his name into the goblet—

"I don't know..." Harry said over and over again, "I don't know what's going on."

But everyone ignored it at all, as if he didn't say anything.

"I'm tired!" he yelled after about half an hour when he finally couldn't take it anymore. "No, seriously—I want to go to bed—"

He especially wanted to see Ron and Hermione, to find some sense, but neither of them seemed to be in the common room. Harry insisted again and again that he needed sleep, nearly knocking the Creevey brothers to the ground as they tried to intercept him at the head of the stairs.

Finally Harry got rid of the crowd and hurried upstairs to the dormitory.

To Harry's great relief, he found Ron lying in bed clothed, alone in the dormitory. Ron looked up as Harry slammed the door shut.

"Where have you been?" said Harry.

"Oh, hello," said Ron.

There was a smile on Ron's face, but it was a very awkward and forced smile, and Ron lay motionless on the bed, watching Harry laboriously untie the flag.

"Then..." Ron said strangely, "Congratulations to you."

"What do you mean, congratulations?" Harry asked, looking at Ron, whose smile was obviously a little off--

It's like making faces.

"Ron! Do you think I put my name in that goblet like they do?" Harry explained angrily, gasping for breath. "I made it very clear when I was in the auditorium, I didn't do that! Someone must have put my name in!"

"Why would they do that?" said Ron, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know~lightnovelpub.net~ Harry said he thought the following sounded sensational, acting like, "To kill me..."

Ron's eyebrows were raised so high that they seemed to disappear into his hair.

"It's okay, you know, you can tell me the truth," said Ron, "if you don't want to let people know, that's fine, but I don't see why you're lying, and you're not getting into trouble for it. , isn't it? You saw Tiera and admitted it generously, you should too, we are good friends."

"I didn't put my name in that **** Goblet of Fire!" Harry began to feel a little annoyed. "Why don't you believe me except Tierra?"

"Hmph...Tiera..." Ron sneered, "I said you must have told Tiera how you put your name in, right? He even voted for you, after all, you and Tiera Ra's relationship is much closer than mine, right?"

"Ron!?" Harry looked at Ron puzzled and said, "How can you say that?"

"Hehe..." Ron laughed, "Do you think I'm stupid? You and Tiera are like an old married couple, and what about me? What am I? I'm your little valet and second class. friend?"