Chapter 276: Top 4 Becomes Top 5

Chapter 276: Top 4 Becomes Top 5

"It's not a big problem," said the doctor at St. Mungoly's who had examined Della carefully. She then reminded her, "But you still need to take good care of yourself in the future and don't have too many emotional fluctuations. A child's body can't bear excessive emotions."

"I see," Della nodded in agreement, "Thank you for your advice, doctor."

"As a family member, I have some details I want to ask you." Maggie beside her said. Even though she was still wearing the silver mask, she didn't look as sinister and scary as she did in Hogwarts. After she said this, she was invited into the office by the doctor.

A fever triggered two months of physical weakness. Sometimes Maggie wished that her natural magical attainments could be applied to medicine so that she could clearly understand Della's physical condition.

Della, who was suffering from illness, was not so nervous about this. She had her own ideas. Based on the patterns of her previous hospitalizations, she found that emotions had a greater impact on her body than energy.

He fell into a coma in the Forbidden Forest because of the shock of Voldemort's order to kill Harry. When he was making the doll, he was exposed to the taboos of alchemy and was bedridden for a whole week. Now, he has a high fever because of the guilt and panic that came over him after seeing Cynthia.

Maybe she is used to being cold and indifferent on the inside, and her emotions have their own comfort zone. Once they exceed this range too much, her body will react along with her inner collapse.

Maybe she needs a psychiatrist?

The moment Della had this thought, she rejected it. It was not that she was averse to practicing medicine, but there were too many unspeakable things in her experience. She couldn't be honest with the psychiatrist who was treating her. If she couldn't be honest, then psychotherapy would only increase her meaningless social time.

Della thought her veto was reasonable, but the psychological and emotional landmines still existed and she didn't know when they would explode.

It was Halloween night. Della, who had just arrived at Hogwarts, sat at the Slytherin table with little interest. Maggie sat on her right and Draco sat on her left (it was not easy for Draco to withstand Maggie's death gaze today). However, her thoughts were not on the two people around her, nor on the progress of the championship that was about to be announced on the stage. She remembered the bizarre Halloween she spent with Belinda last year.

Della's hand on the table pulled back slightly, but soon stopped. Then she calmly picked up the apple juice that had appeared on the dining table because of the arrival of the outside school and took a sip.

She just subconsciously wanted to send a message to Belinda on the silver letter, but when she was about to do so, she remembered that the silver letter in Hogwarts was just a decoration.

Most of the candles were suddenly extinguished, and only the candles in the pumpkin lanterns were still lit. In this semi-dark hall, the Goblet of Fire emitted a dazzling light, and it suddenly became extraordinary.

Then, the flame suddenly turned red, sparks flew out, and a piece of burnt parchment popped out. Dumbledore took it in his hand and read out a name that left no suspense, "Della Riddle, the champion of Hogwarts!"

The first name thrown into the Goblet of Fire was the first to be read out.

In the entire hall, only the Slytherin table cheered. Della stood up, nodded to the rest of the people in the hall, smiled at Maggie and Draco beside her, and then walked into the next room where the brave should go.

As Della was warming herself by the fire, Dmitri Isaev, Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour came in one after another. Della nodded to all three of them, and after the necessary polite distance, the four people who had become competitors gathered by the fire, and no one spoke.

Harry came in at this time, his eyes evasive, looking confused and helpless, which became more obvious after Fleur asked, "What's the matter? Do they want us to go back to the hall?"

Before he could even begin to stammer, Ludo Bagman rushed in, excitedly squeezed Harry's arm and explained the situation. "This is bizarre! Please allow me to introduce you to the fifth extra champion!"

The chosen warriors all looked at Harry, their eyes were not friendly, fear, suspicion and worry flashed across their faces. Finally, Della was the first to speak, "First there's the fourth one, and then there's the fifth one. This is really a unique Triwizard Tournament."

Everyone present heard the sarcasm in her words. Demetri raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything much. Harry pursed his lips, and the sadness in his eyes as he looked at Della was mixed with a little anger brought by embarrassment.

The door was pushed open again at this moment, and the four headmasters, the remaining two Ministry of Magic officials, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape walked in. They discussed in unison the fairness of having two heroes in one school. The youngest headmaster Mikhail seemed to be indifferent to this.

The enrollment of domestic schools and the recruitment of professors are gradually getting on the right track with wide media exposure. Joining international competitions under the name of Kodosdoriz is already a victory. The Three-Strong Cup is just the icing on the cake and there is no need to force it.

However, since it has become such a big deal before, it has to be wrapped up properly. Otherwise, it will be too speculative. Besides, Dmitry Iyaev, who is not sure whether he should be considered smart or stupid, is also determined to promote their pro-math organization. Well... it's not a very attractive political tendency, but there is no benefit in making trouble with this person now.

Della, who was the first to mock Harry, was actually as daydreaming as Mikhail. She was not surprised that Harry participated in the competition. The fake Moody must have had a purpose for coming to Harry during the Triwizard Tournament, right?

Voldemort, who had been preventing her and Maggie from going, has also made some moves recently. He finally summoned Trevor, who had found him and expressed his loyalty, and asked him to take care of him for a few days before giving him a long list of materials.

There was everything on the list, and the various materials were highly combinable. It was obvious that Voldemort gave such a long list in order to confuse people, and Pettigrew had disappeared again. Perhaps there was a large part of the materials that he was not comfortable leaving in the hands of his two "children" who were away from home.

Moody pushed open the door and walked in amid the increasingly heated discussion. Every time his right foot landed, there was a louder thumping sound. All the discussions stopped because of his movements. Della glanced at him and got a critical and disdainful look as expected. She sighed, and the impatience on her face almost overflowed.

If she and Maggie had not both believed that the fake Moody was an important part of Voldemort's resurrection plan, and that Voldemort's resurrection was closely related to their murder plan, she would have torn off the fake Moody's mask long ago.

A year has passed, and Della's impeccable social skills are still there, but subjectively they are becoming less and less useful. She has already compromised enough, and if she doesn't find an outlet for her emotions, it will really drive her crazy.

The fake Moody came over with the slogan 'Harry Potter did not put his name into the Goblet of Fire himself, it was the work of a very skilled wizard'. It was obvious that he supported Harry, but Karkaroff and Maxim did not buy his account at all. If Dumbledore had not pointed out that the selection of the Goblet of Fire had strong rules, these two would never have compromised.

"The Beauxbatons Institute has information about the Goblet of Fire, which is the most famous alchemical work for making oaths. Putting your name into the Goblet of Fire is as powerful as making an Unbreakable Vow," said Della, who had been leisurely sitting by the fire and watching the show, seeing that the result was almost out. "Although no one knows the consequences of betraying the Goblet of Fire - after all, most of the time it won't choose a cowardly hero, but I think the result of abandoning the competition will be a little better than the result of violating the Unbreakable Vow."

She looked at Harry with deep eyes, and raised the corners of her lips slightly, revealing a helpless smile, "I am also dissatisfied with the result of having two heroes in the same school, but there is no other choice, unless I really want to be an indirect murderer, and you can only work hard, Harry."

"I will, Della." Harry responded to Della's gaze and became strangely calm. His confusion, fear, and vague excitement were all suppressed. His expression became serious for some reason, and his voice was never as low as it usually is. "And I will let you know how wrong everything you told me before was."

"Let's wait and see." Under the gaze of everyone, Della smiled and nodded. Her face was still hypocritical and cold, but she was a little happy in her heart because of Harry's growth.

If she was moving forward, Maggie was moving forward, and Voldemort was moving forward, then Harry, the poor boy who had endured everything since childhood, had better move forward as well.

Otherwise, he will really die...