Chapter 516 Blushing Harry

"Where's the fun without a bit of risk?" said George. "Hey, Ron, how about we figure out how to evade Dumbledore? Are you up for it?"

"Of course it would be great if I could, wouldn't it?" Ron replied immediately. "But I suppose they'll want someone older... I don't know if we've learned enough..."

"I certainly haven't learned enough," said Neville grimly. "But I suppose my grandmother would want me to try, after all. She's always going on about how I should uphold the family honor. This is the best opportunity. I'll just have to..."

"You two look at Evan. He's a year younger than you, but he'll come and never say those frustrating words," Fred said.

"It's not the same, Evan knows a lot of spells and magic..." argued Ron, and stopped abruptly.

He wanted to say that Evan was powerful with the help of the Philosopher's Stone, but suddenly remembered it was an unspeakable secret.

Before Ron could decide how to proceed, everyone saw Evan and Hermione enter the Common Room.

"Forget that; I'm not participating in the Triwizard Tournament!" said Evan, leading Hermione with him.

They looked up, surprised, and seemed to not understand what he had just said.

"Evan, you're not going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked. "If I recall correctly, you clearly said on the train that you were ready to compete and strong enough to become the Hogwarts champion."

"To be precise, I can't participate. Dumbledore just spoke to me about it. They mentioned me and excluded me from the competition. They think I'm too strong and could tip the balance of the game," Evan said indifferently, sitting next to Colin. "I promised him I would never go to the tournament."

"It's a pity, you're clearly the strongest!" Colin said, wanting to comfort Evan. In his opinion, the Triwizard Tournament represented the greatest honor. Evan missed this opportunity, and he must be very sad now.

But in reality, Evan didn't care. He only intended to enter the tournament to be with Harry when he faced Voldemort without arousing suspicion.

Now there was an easier way. He didn't want to bother participating in the game, in fighting fire-breathing dragons and Kelpies.

"Not a pity. I wasn't that interested in the game anyway."

"Yes, Evan is already a world-class celebrity and the future star of magic," said Fred. "He doesn't need the fame or the 1,000-galleon bonus. It really wouldn't make sense for him to be the champion."

"But this is an opportunity for us!" said George. "If Evan participated, he would have been the Hogwarts champion. We wouldn't stand a chance!"

"Yes, Evan is the best, the others are just about equal. We just need to outsmart Dumbledore now."

"But I heard that many people died in the Triwizard Tournament," Hermione said with a worried voice.

"Yes," Fred said nonchalantly, "but that was many years ago."

"They died hundreds of years ago. Times have changed, and that certainly won't happen again."

Finally, under Fred and George's persuasion, everyone except Evan and Hermione seemed to want to participate in the competition.

Harry and Ron, in particular, decided that if the twins found a way, they would try it or wait to see the situation before acting.

It wasn't until late that they all returned to their dormitories to sleep.

By the time Evan and Colin entered the dormitory, the other three were already asleep.

On the wall, there was a poster of this year's Quidditch World Cup, and Colin was cutting out all the photos that appeared in the newspapers and collecting them. He now had photos of both Evan and Harry.

Many of them were also stuck on the side wall.

"Evan, are you really not going to compete?" Colin asked, starting to put on his pajamas. Looking at him, it seemed like he hadn't recovered from the shocking news.

In fact, all night long, he had been telling his brother about Evan's previous feats, predicting that he would definitely participate, and feeling proud about it.

He thought his best friend, Evan, should be the Hogwarts champion. But he never expected such an outcome.

"Yes, do you want to compete in the tournament?" Evan nodded.

"Of course, I want to, but I definitely am not strong enough!" Colin sighed and said, "I still have a lot to learn."

"You still have time, I will help you!" Evan put on his pajamas and went upstairs. After the return of Voldemort was confirmed, it was necessary to establish a plan to strengthen the force of young wizards as soon as possible.

Evan was not naive to think he could face Voldemort and all the Death Eaters and Vampires alone.

Given that Voldemort had the Death Eaters and Dumbledore had the Order of the Phoenix, he also needed to develop the power of his own side.

Although not individually as strong, together they would build a force to be reckoned with.

The four-poster bed was very warm. Someone, surely Dobby, had placed warm containers between the sheets.

Dobby was now in charge of everything related to Evan, but they did not see each other often.

In fact, since the World Cup, Evan had not seen Dobby.

House-elves always did everything quietly and prided themselves on not being discovered by their masters.

Suddenly he thought he should call Dobby tomorrow.

If Hermione had been protesting about the hard work of the house-elves and not eating, then Dobby should step in. He just had to tell Hermione that he prepared the food for both of them himself, and that Evan paid him for it. Although not much, it would no longer be through so-called Slave Labor.

Evan was in warmth, extremely comfortable, lying in bed and listening to the storm roaring outside.

He spoke quietly with Colin and briefly thought of Moody and Caresius before his consciousness gradually faded away.

At the same time, the tournament was being discussed between Harry and Ron in their dormitory.

"I could sign up, you know?" said Ron sleepily in the darkness, "if Fred and George figure out how to enter the tournament... you never know, right?"

"I suppose not."

Harry turned over in bed, a series of dazzling new images forming in his mind... He had tricked the impartial judge into thinking he was seventeen... he had become the Hogwarts champion... he was standing on the grounds, arms raised in triumph in front of the whole school, applauding and cheering... he had just won the Triwizard Tournament. Cho's face stood out in the blurry crowd, shining with admiration.

At the thought of this, Harry visibly blushed and buried his face deeply in the pillow.