HP Magic Biography

The rest of the day at Hogwarts turned out to be terrible for Harry.

He has been through similar situations before. It was second grade, and during those months most of the school suspected him of assaulting classmates.

But then he had Ron by his side to support him. But now, he thought, if he had a friend like Ron by his side to support him, he could handle all the rest of the school.

But if Ron didn't want to talk to him, he wouldn't try to talk him into it. Still, he felt alone, with disgusted looks from all directions.

As much as he hated the attitude of Hufflepuff's students, he could understand them, after all, they had their own players to support. And from the Slytherin gang he hadn't expected anything from them other than malicious insults.

Among them he was very unpopular.

Because he often helps Gryffindor beat them in Quidditch matches and Inter-house Champions Cup.

He had expected Ravenclaw to support him as he had supported Cedric, but he was wrong.

Most of his fellow Ravenclaws think he tricked the Burning Goblet into accepting his name in order to make himself more famous.

In fact, Cedric valued the identity of the player more than he did. He was handsome: a straight nose, black hair, gray eyes.

It was hard to say whether he or Viktor Krum was admired more at that time.

At lunch, Harry saw the group of sixth-form girls who had been frantically seeking Krum's autograph begged Cedric to autograph their schoolbags.

Sirius hasn't replied yet. Professor Traunie more often said his death was imminent. And he felt that the summoning class taught by Professor Williver was getting more and more difficult.

His grades were so bad, extra homework, he was the only student besides Neville who had to do extra homework.

After Williver's class, Hermione tried to reassure him, Harry, it's really not that difficult. You just didn't pay attention. Dustboard, Wastebasket and Madman Viewer.

I can't figure out what's going on here? said Harry gloomily.

A group of giggling girls hugged Cedric Diggory and walked past him, all of them looked at him strangely, as if he was an extra-large fried-tailed snail.

never mind,

In the afternoon, I have to take a pharmacy class.

Pharmacy classes have always been scary. Especially these days, everything in class was torture for Harry.

To spend an hour and a half in the basement with Snape and the Slytherins was the most unpleasant thing Harry could imagine.

Because all of them changed their ways to punish him who dared to be a player.

He'd barely made it through last Friday with Hermione's constant whispers of don't mind them don't mind them, don't mind them. It seems that today is not much better.

After lunch, he went to the basement with Hermione and Fan Lin, and found the group of Slytherin guys gathered around the door, each with a large badge pinned to the front of their robes.

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Then he saw the same words written on it in bright red letters that shone against the somber background. It read: Support Cedric Diggory - a real Hogwarts player!

Do you like it? Potter. Seeing Harry approaching, Malfoy asked loudly, That's not all, look—

He pressed the stamp to his chest, and the words disappeared, and another line of greenish words appeared: Potter stinks.

They roared with laughter. Everyone presses the badge. Potter stinks. They all lit up, and Harry was surrounded by green light, flushed.

Oh, that's fun. Hermione sneered at Parkinson and her group. They laughed louder than anyone else, It's pretty smart.

Ron was leaning against the wall with Dean and Seymour. He wasn't laughing, but he wasn't defending Harry either.

Granger? Want one? Malfoy handed one to Hermione. I've got plenty! Take it, but keep it out of my hands, I just washed it, and you know I don't want a half-breed to get my hands dirty.

The anger that Harry had suffered in the past few days suddenly rushed to his heart. He pulled out his wand without knowing it, and the people around him backed away in the corridor in fright.

Harry! Hermione warned him.

Potter, come on then. Malfoy calmed down and drew out his wand. Now that Moody is not here, he can't take care of you. Come on, if you dare.

After speaking, Malfoy looked at Fan Lin warily, Fan Lin didn't intend to fight with Harry.

Of course, if you want to go too, I don't mind taking the two of you...

Malfoy hasn't finished speaking yet. To be honest, Malfoy doesn't know where the courage came from. It would be very difficult for him to beat Harry alone. If Fan Lin is added...

Furnanculus! Harry's curse interrupted Malfoy's speech.

In an instant, Malfoy also reacted quickly.

Densaugeo (a stick for front teeth)!

The light of the two magic wands entangled in the sky, and then the surface became hot.

There are too many people here, naturally, some accidental injuries are unavoidable.

Fan Lin frowned, he intercepted all the spells that flew to the Gryffindor team.

But the Slytherin team was not so lucky.

Harry's spell did not hit Malfoy, but instead hit Goyle behind Malfoy.

Many large pustules suddenly appeared on Gore's chubby face, which looked extremely disgusting.

It's hard for you to keep hiding behind him, Potter.

Malfoy's spell hadn't worked, on the contrary, he had suffered, and he hadn't hit anything, which inevitably made him a little exasperated.

If you have the ability to stop it, I don't really mind. Fan Lin said, he was a little angry.

If he hadn't stopped the spell just now, then he or Hermione would suffer, no matter which one he couldn't accept.

Malfoy, I actually don't want to fight with you... Fan Lin said...

I don't want to fight with me. Malfoy seemed to have suffered some insult, Come on, Al, let me see your spells, I'm going to turn you into a stupid Weasley...

Fan Lin had to admit that Malfoy's map cannon was still very lethal. At least, he provoked the dissatisfaction of all the Gryffindors present.

Especially Ron, they have been very bad-tempered these days.

Everyone drew out their wands, as if they would be able to fight the whole of Tring in the next second. This was not the first time they had done this, and they were very proficient at this.