HP Magic Biography

Harry tried to keep himself from falling, and Paviti seemed to be enjoying it. She smiled at everyone in the room and reminded Harry forcefully that it was enough to make him feel like a show dog. She is leading him away.

As he approached the head table, he saw Ron and Padma.

Ron was squinting at Hermione beside him, and Padma looked somber.

Dumbledore smiled happily as the players approached the main table, but Karkaroff had clearly shared Ron's expression when he noticed Krum and his female companion approaching.

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Luther Bagman, wearing a bright purple dress with a yellow pattern this evening, was clapping as enthusiastically as the other students, while Madame Maxime, leaving behind her daily black satin uniform, put on a flowing light pastel dress. Purple silk robes, applauding them politely.

The opening dance was performed by four warriors, so naturally there was nothing like Fan Lin and the others.

But Harry was a little absent-minded. He suddenly noticed that Mr. Crouch hadn't appeared, and the fifth seat at the table was taken by Percy Weasley.

As the contestants and their partners approached the table, Percy pulled the empty chair beside him and looked at Harry visibly.

Harry took his cue and sat down next to Percy, who looked smug in a newly made navy blue dress.

I was promoted. Harry said without asking him. From his tone, it seems that he has been announced as the supreme leader of the university. I am now Mr. Crouch's personal assistant, and I am here on Mr. Crouch's behalf.

Why didn't he come? Harry asked. He didn't want to spend the whole dinner listening to speeches.

I'm afraid all I can say is that Mr Crouch isn't well, not well at all, hasn't been well since the World Cup, which isn't surprising at all, overworked, he's not getting any younger, although he still has the Talent. Of course, the mind is still as strong as ever. But the World Cup was a miserable failure for the whole cabinet, and after that, Mr. Crouch suffered for the mistakes made by his family and the elf Breen (don't know what her name) Great shock, he sent her away right away, but- oh, like I said, he still fucks, he needs someone else's care, and I think he's obviously at home since she left No consolation to be found, and we're going to have a contest and a post-race later on - that betrayed woman is spreading rumors - no, poor man, he deserves a peaceful Christmas, I'm glad he knows he There is already someone he can pass on with confidence.

Harry was tempted to ask Mr. Crouch if he had told Percy to watch the weather, but refrained in the end.

There was no food on those gleaming plates, but there was a small menu in front of everyone, and Harry picked it up uncertainly and looked around - no one answered, but Dumbledore looked carefully. Checked his menu, then said loudly to his plate, ribs!

Here comes the ribs. As the rest of the table got the hang of it and placed orders for their own plates, Harry glanced at Hermione to see how she felt about this new, more complicated way of eating.

But Hermione didn't seem to notice these things either, she and Fan Lin were sitting at a table in front, Ron and his dance partner were far away, but Ginny and Neville leaned closer.

I have to say that Hermione is really eye-catching today, and Harry is sincerely happy for Hermione.

Oh, we also have a castle, not as big or as comfortable, I think so. Krum was confiding to his dance partner, We only have four floors, and the furnace is only used for magical needs. would ignite, but our bottom layer is bigger than these - although in winter we have almost no sun so we don't like it, but in summer we fly every day, over lakes and mountains -

There, there, Viktor, said Karkaroff,

He smiled but couldn't hide his cold eyes, Stop talking, or your charming friend will know where we are hiding!

Dumbledore smiled, blinking his eyes, It's kept secret...others won't welcome visitors!

Oh, Dumbledore. Karkaroff grinned, showing his yellow teeth as best he could. We're here to protect our own domain, aren't we? Because we're the only ones who know the school's secrets and are proud of it. , isn’t it right to defend it?”

Oh, I never dreamed that I knew all the secrets of Hogwarts, said Dumbledore kindly, for example, this morning alone, I went in the wrong direction and found A really nice house I've never been in, with a bunch of potties in it, and when I got closer I realized it had been painted. But I've got to try to remember it all, maybe it'll just It doesn't come out until five-thirty in the morning. Or it only comes out when the moon is quartered, or when the Seeker has a particularly healthy wing.

Harry snorted at his plate of spicy ragout, Percy frowned but Dumbledore gave him a small wink.

At the same time, Fleur criticized the Hogwarts decorations to Roger Davies.

It's nothing, she complained, looking at the glowing walls around the hall. In Beauxbaton's palace, in the refectory of Clemath, there are ice sculptures everywhere, and they won't melt, of course, They're like giant diamond statues that light up the whole place and the food is top notch and a bunch of beautiful girls made of wood sing while we eat and we don't have any such ugly armor in our halls if a naughty ghost breaks into Booth Barton, he will be kicked out like this. As she spoke, she patted the table impatiently.

Roger Davies looked at her face as she spoke with blurry eyes, the fork was too old to fit in his mouth, and Harry thought Davis was too busy watching Fleur, swallowing every word she said .

True, Davis said quickly, imitating Fleur's slap on the table. Like that, yes.

This is all about playing Davis like a monkey, but Fan Lin and Ron know that they must still like it very much.

Fleur is Fan Lin's friend, and Ron...

Ron didn't take his eyes off Hermione.

Harry looked around the hall. Hagrid was sitting at one of the tables, his body wrapped in his awfully fluffy brown suit, staring at the main table.

Harry saw him wave his hand, and looking in the direction saw Madam Maxime wave her hand too, her opal sparkling in the candlelight.

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