Chapter 458 — Harry's Interview!!
Darren, of course, knew exactly why Harry had become the target of ridicule.
After Rita Skeeter had interviewed him, Darren had originally wanted to stop her.
Unfortunately, at that moment he had been completely distracted by Fleur, chatting with her without pause.
By the time he came back to his senses and went looking for Harry, it was already too late.
Harry had already been "interviewed."
Of course, that word was hardly accurate.
When Rita Skeeter was involved, "slaughtered" would have been more appropriate.
Darren still remembered that article clearly.
Just thinking about it made him want to laugh himself sick.
It read:
"Harry Potter is a handsome boy with striking green eyes, though the scar on his forehead somewhat mars his appearance…
Perhaps living in the shadow of his twin brother is what has left him emotionally fragile…
He gazed at this interviewer with melancholy eyes, as though begging for sympathy from the depths of one's heart…"
"There were nights," Potter confessed, "when I cried alone in the dark, with no one to hear my grief…
It was my parents who gave me the strength to survive those silent nights."
"When I finally found a way to enter the Triwizard Tournament, I realized what I truly needed was a stage like this.
I'm confident I can win—because my brother Darren Potter is here as well.
I'm not inferior to him… Whatever he can do, I can do.
I've always been at the top of my year too."
"But the teachers only ever see him. That… hurts."
"Now that we're standing on the same stage, I finally have a chance to prove myself."
And that wasn't all.
Rita Skeeter went on to invent even more nonsense.
According to her, Harry was secretly competing with Darren for Hermione's affection.
Hermione, of course, "preferred Darren," and was constantly seen standing beside him.
The Triwizard Tournament, in Rita Skeeter's eyes, had become an arena not just for glory—but for love.
To "prove" her claims, Rita Skeeter also lavishly praised Hermione's appearance:
She described her as the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts.
Every boy would fall for her at first sight.
Every girl would envy her.
As a result, Hermione suddenly found herself being stared at everywhere she went.
Embarrassed—
But… also secretly pleased.
She even told Darren that she liked how beautifully Rita Skeeter had written about her.
Darren, however, noticed one detail:
Hermione had very carefully cut out the part about her "love triangle" with him and Harry.
If Hermione had gained some strange satisfaction from the article, then Harry had gained nothing but suffering.
No matter where he went, fingers pointed.
Whispers followed.
Even Snape was enjoying himself.
One day in class, he openly read from the newspaper.
"Crying in the darkness… weeping in silence… Potter,"
Snape sneered,
"Are you truly that fragile? Shall I fetch you a handkerchief?"
The classroom erupted in laughter.
Only Darren and Hermione didn't laugh.
Ron looked conflicted—
Half amused.
Half uneasy.
Harry refused to let Darren clarify anything.
"It's useless. Once the first task starts, they'll understand."
But the hatred he had for Rita Skeeter only grew.
She had twisted his words into an unrecognizable mess.
Now people constantly asked him whether he really believed Darren had stolen his spotlight.
Every time Harry tried to deny it—
No one believed him.
If Darren hadn't still stood by him as always, Harry felt like he might truly collapse.
At last, the chance to go to Hogsmeade arrived.
But even there, Harry had no mood for fun.
He put on his Invisibility Cloak and followed Darren and Hermione silently.
Watching them laugh together.
Pretending he didn't exist.
When Hermione bought Darren his third ice cream, Harry finally couldn't help calling out softly.
Darren acted as if he had just noticed him.
"What—Harry? You're here?"
He immediately went and bought another ice cream and passed it under the cloak.
That alone made Harry feel a little better.
Eventually, the three of them sat inside the Three Broomsticks.
Darren slipped Harry a glass of Butterbeer under the cloak.
Harry drank deeply.
Then he noticed something strange.
Hagrid.
And Moody.
He hadn't seen them come in at all.
Darren hadn't noticed either.
But Hagrid and Moody had clearly noticed them.
They stood up and strode over.
As they walked past, Harry clearly saw—
Moody's magical eye staring straight through the cloak.
Then Moody whispered something to Hagrid.
The two of them laughed louder.
Harry's heart sank.
He was certain now—
Moody could see him.
Moments later, they stopped in front of Darren and Hermione.
Moody leaned down slightly and whispered:
"Come to Hagrid's cabin at eleven-thirty tonight. Wear the Invisibility Cloak."
Then they left.
Darren and Harry exchanged looks.
Awkward.
Because they were already supposed to meet Sirius tonight.
Darren… really didn't want to go to Hagrid's.
He already knew what was there.
And frankly, watching Hagrid confess to Madame Maxime was not something he needed in his life.
But as a "little Holy Father," he could hardly refuse.
And Harry was worried about Hagrid anyway.
In the end, they chose the painful path—
Do both.
That night, they slipped out under the Invisibility Cloak and arrived at Hagrid's hut.
Hagrid motioned for them to follow him quietly.
Straight toward the Forbidden Forest.
Soon, they saw Madame Maxime.
She looked unusually gentle.
Her voice soft.
Hagrid told her there was something important to show her—
Something related to the first task.
She followed him obediently.
Harry and Darren trailed behind.
Darren had prepared himself mentally.
Harry had not.
"He's not seriously going to make us watch a confession, is he?" Harry whispered miserably.
Thankfully, Hagrid didn't waste much time.
Perhaps because even Madame Maxime was beginning to lose patience.
He quickly led them deeper into the forest.
And then—
Harry froze.
Dragons.
Four enormous adult dragons crouched in the darkness.
Flames burst from their noses as they roared.
Every cry scattered sparks through the night.
Their fangs gleamed.
Their faces were vicious beyond words.
Harry's mind went blank.
Then a terrible thought struck him.
His body began to tremble.
The truth…
Was far worse than he had imagined.
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