Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 507 The Unexpected Person
"Whoever you want? You're not welcome here!" Harry said coldly.

An ugly smile twisted on Millicent's face, she stared at Ron's short hair, then took a step forward, then pointed at Hermione's hair and said, "Ha, I heard..."

"That crazy friend of yours... McGuffin Albert. It is said that he really went crazy and has become a long-term resident of [St. Mungo's Hospital]!"

"I knew this day would come!"

"With one less Mudblood, the air in Hogwarts will be extremely fresh...Of course, if you, Mudblood, Granger, also go crazy with him, it will be even better!"

As Millicent said, she suddenly pounced...like a female orangutan, screaming weirdly, she wanted to stretch her arms and reach out to touch Hermione's short hair.

--boom!

But before she got close to the door of this carriage, Hermione raised her wand and blasted her far away, and fell heavily on the ground.

The Slytherins quickly took out their wands and pointed at Harry and the others.

Perhaps the movement that just happened was too loud.

Many young wizards in the carriages opened the carriage doors. Many Gryffindor wizards, such as Neville Longbottom, Seamus Figani, Dean Thomas, etc., also saw this scene, and they also stood up to confront some Slytherin guys.

Millicent got up with a grim expression, her whole body was trembling with anger, her eyeballs were bloodshot, and she looked ferocious.

"How dare you cast a spell on a train!"

"You're screwed, Mudblood! Under the circumstances this year, you're definitely going to be fired!"

"Go eat shit, Fawcett! I didn't cast the spell!" Hermione also seemed to be in a hurry. She cursed, showing no signs of her usual calmness and wisdom.

This made Harry and Ron, who were originally angry, look at a strange little witch in front of them in great surprise.

"Granger, I know why you are so annoyed! I know the details of the riot in [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries] a few days ago..." Millicent laughed suddenly, and changed the subject.

Ron, Hermione and their faces suddenly changed.

"Oh, yes!... I had a cousin who worked there and she told us some really good jokes!! She said that during the riot...she saw the famous Harry Potter and his friends there, and the victims usually have a very distinctive feature...I saw Ron's hair...and your new hairstyle today, and I knew...it was true."

Seeing that everyone around was attracted, Millison announced loudly in a stupid voice:

"You - you're bald!"

"Yes, Hermione Granger... you, like the Weasley boy before you, have all your hair shaved off by a spell. Otherwise, that shaggy mess of hair would not have disappeared!" Millicent yelled, and then she let out a series of high-pitched jeers, and the Slytherin behind him also giggled, his voice was rough and harsh, like a flock of ducks quacking.

And Harry and Ron's heart skipped a beat immediately, they knew very well that Hermione was extremely sensitive to this matter now... It can be seen from the fact that she has not completely forgiven McGuffin.

This Millicent's current behavior is purely courting death.

Sure enough, afterward, the two heard Hermione's teeth clenching and rubbing, as well as the sound of panting heavily.

Afterwards, an extremely subtle and low-pitched sound of incantations was heard.

"Hermione, don't!"

"Do not impulse!"

"Yes, we have time in the future... to find an opportunity to secretly teach this guy a lesson!"

The two retreated to Hermione's side and quickly persuaded her.

Watching Harry and Hermione pull Hermione as hard as possible, Millicent was even more proud.

Laughing wildly, she pulled the Slytherins away as if she had won a battle.

"Millisson! Aren't you looking for that traitor Malfoy in other compartments?"

"No need! I know the plan of Malfoy's family...Her father must take advantage of this grand event to find a good school to transfer her to...After all, such a notorious traitor...how can he stay in Slytherin, which is full of glory? Don't worry? DeLS Malfoy will leave after this semester at most."

"Could it be Demu Strong? I heard that her father knows the principal of that school? Moreover, Demu Strong School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has a much more reasonable attitude towards black magic than Hogwarts. The students there are really learning black magic, unlike us, learning some shabby defense..." A slightly flattering voice came from the crowd.

"Don't worry! Demur Strong will never allow those dirty mudbloods to enroll. Of course, traitors like Dels Malfoy are also impossible... If I say Malfoy, he can go to the magic school in Africa called Waggadu... I heard that none of the wizards there have magic wands... Ha, it's suitable for the guy in Dels Malfoy who should have his wand broken..."

The voice gradually faded, and Millicent left here with the group of annoying Slytherins.

After Harry and the others helped move Hermione's suitcase into the middle of the compartment, Ron slammed the compartment door shut. He used so much force that the glass on the door shattered.

Hermione didn't say much, she was trembling with anger, she pulled out her wand, and it took several times to repair the glass and put the broken glass back on the door frame.

"Damn it, how can she know everything?"

"How did she know about St. Mungo's Magical Hospital!"

Not only Ron, but Hermione also complained. She carefully stroked her hair, looked sullenly at the strange witch who was still lying on the small table, and said,

"De LS Malfoy...don't you say something? After all, we were blocking those guys outside...so you weren't found!"

Hermione's words startled Harry.

DeLS Malfoy had to raise her head, trembling as she stared at the three people in the carriage.

The eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot, and the traces of tears from the cheeks were clearly visible.

"What's going on? How do you..." Ron asked in surprise.

Hermione explained to Ron impatiently, "Didn't you hear what that guy Millicent said? De LS... This Malfoy lady is now regarded as a traitor by the Slytherin students. I think she will have a very difficult time in the next semester."

After finishing speaking, Hermione stared at Malfoy with extreme displeasure, "And what happened to the big event that Millicent mentioned?"

Malfoy said nothing, obviously she didn't intend to really be a 'traitor' who leaked information to Gryffindor.

There was no sound in the carriage, and the two parties looked at each other silently.

There was rumbling thunder outside, white lights flashed continuously in the gloomy and dark sky, and raindrops crackled on the windows.

Hedwig and the little pig had no choice but to stop stretching their wings outside, and began to knock on the glass with their beaks outside, signaling for them to let themselves in.

When Harry saw it, he rushed over and released the two little stupid birds.

They flutter their feathers, flap their wings, and sprinkle the rainwater on their bodies all over the car.

As a result, the originally antagonistic and gunpowder-smelling atmosphere gradually began to loosen.

And Harry's words broke this confrontation of not speaking to each other.

"What's going on? Did those people betray you?"

Harry was very curious about how LS Malfoy became what he is now. After all, in his original memory, the little Slytherin snake with the golden hair back was always... the leader of their small group.

She looked triumphant, domineering in the world, and spoiled by her mother.

How did it become like this now?

Besides, on this train, he is probably the only one who knows the true face of this DeLS Malfoy, and McGuffin Albert, who also knows all this, is not there...

This situation made Harry even more curious.

Malfoy lowered his head, stopped looking into Harry's eyes, and said very softly, "If it's okay, let me stay here until I get off the train? As a deal... I'll tell you a piece of news. You don't know yet..."

"what?"

"This coming semester... our Hogwarts school will hold an unprecedented event!"

Malfoy paused for a moment, looked at the faces of several people, and then slowly said: "Top Ten Tournament!"

"What's that!" Ron asked.

Even Hermione looked puzzled. She tugged at the sideburns of her short hair and fell into memory, "I seem to have seen it somewhere... Yes, what kind of Triwizard Tournament! It seems that hundreds of years ago... Hogwarts held such a competition many times."

"Triwizard Tournament!! It was originally a competition among the three oldest magic schools in Europe... to determine the best young wizard... This is also equivalent to paving the way for determining the best wizard in the whole of Europe in the next few decades... to become an outpost for these wizards to pursue the road to power..." Malfoy said slowly.

"Now, after our great Minister Fudge, and Professor Dumbledore...after discussing with the International Association of Magic...they have decided to expand this competition to the whole world...a grand event for all the magic schools in the world to participate together!"

"A total of ten... together with those magic schools for Chinese wizards..."

"Are you kidding? I remembered... This kind of competition was canceled hundreds of years ago because of the excessive death toll...!" Hermione jumped up and screamed.

Ron was not so nervous anymore, he was very excited instead.

"That's why... I said why Bill, Charlie, and my parents are so weird... These guys are too embarrassing, they don't tell me such a little news!"

Harry was also not interested in those dead people hundreds of years ago. He remembered that extremely strange Quidditch match and knew why there were so many foreign wizards performing.

The news given by Malfoy made the three of them quiet for a while,

They were not in a hurry to drive Malfoy out of here, but instead eagerly discussed Zhenghe, guessing the details of this match.

Hermione listed all twelve of the most famous magic schools in the world, and excitedly discussed the news with Harry and the others, how this grand event... would be held.

The three of them were awakened by the chirping voice of the little pig.

At this time, they realized that Malfoy was still sitting quietly on the other side of the carriage.

She caressed her wand, looking very weak... It was completely different from the previous impressions in the memory of the few people.

The train kept going north, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was getting harder and harder.

The sky was pitch black, the car windows were covered with water vapor, and the light in the car gradually became extremely weak, so soon the small lights on the top of the car also turned on.

……

When the lights on the Hogwarts Express were lit up in sections of the carriage... to dispel the fear of the little wizard, McGuffin felt cold in his heart.

He had to face a figure who made him extremely uncomfortable.

Barty Crouch!
Now Acting Minister of the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, part-time Chief of the International Joint Department of the Ministry of Magic...

Still a very suspicious guy.

That's right, McGuffin didn't know whether the guy in front of him was Barty Crouch Jr. in disguise, or the old Barty Crouch...

No matter what kind...for him...it was a trouble, an extremely serious trouble.

And now that he came to visit McGuffin, there was undoubtedly a temptation.

Barty Crutch Jr. was undoubtedly probing for his master Voldemort...

And if it's Barty Crutch old, he'll issue some ambiguous orders to himself... Let's see what's going on between Fudge and Dumbledore.

It's hard to deal with either.

McGuffin has to disguise his attitude and put on a mask to accompany this guy.

"So... did you cause the riot at [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries]?"

"No, it's not... As you can see, it's just a kind of out-of-control magic... It's just that the healers were caught off guard because there was no corresponding information."

Crouch was sitting on a stool, fiddling with a little Guffin that had been taken from the head of a McGuffin, with a serious expression, and it was impossible to see what the old guy was thinking.

After hearing the McGuffin's slippery answer, Crouch waved his hand, and the little Guffin immediately turned into a memory fragment like a silver thread.

He stood up and leaned his body. Those two pairs of ruthless and cold eyes made McGuffin feel that this guy was going to arrest him in the next second.

"Okay! That's what you said. But why didn't you stay in the Ministry of Magic's Misuse of Magic office that night! Instead, you wandered around... And you, a little wizard who hasn't graduated yet, survived... what you said was the Dark Lord!"

The guy in front of him almost pointed at McGuffin's nose, thinking of him as the Dark Lord's spy.

Naturally, McGuffin will not have a good face on this guy.

However, he couldn't say anything clearly, and he couldn't even defend himself.

Who knows how this guy will interpret his words.

Again, whether it is Barty Crouch Jr. or Barty Crouch Sr.... Both father and son have enough motivation to make things difficult for themselves.

McGuffin pointed to the ridiculous burlap bag on his head, and the little McGuffin rolled over from time to time and said, "Mr. Crouch... you have seen it too, because of this situation... I can't remember clearly now, or you can ask them when Mr. Fudge or Professor Dumbledore come over. After all, I was the first to describe to them... what happened that night!"

(End of this chapter)