HP Magic Biography

But . . . no one hit me all year, said Harry, no one did anything to me at all—

Besides putting your name on the Goblet of Fire, said Hermione, they've got a reason for it, Harry, Snape was right, maybe they're biding their time, maybe they're on a mission to get you .”

Look, Harry said impatiently, their purpose today is obviously Mr. Crouch, but the relationship between me...

But what if you die during the mission? Fan Lin said suddenly.

That's right, Harry, Crouch is the person in charge of the Three Witches Fighting Competition, and they attacked Mr. Crouch. It seems that Mr. Crouch escaped. They controlled Mr. Crouch early. It's not difficult to understand that their target is you, and getting your name into the Goblet of Fire may be through the identity of Mr. Crouch.

So, what is their purpose? To kill me?

Harry, I don't understand either, said Hermione deflatedly, I just know that there's a string of weird things going on that I don't like... Moody's right—Sirius is right—you should immediately Training for the third mission, right away. Also, you should stop Sirius' previous instructions, and we all try not to leave the castle...

Hogwarts had never been more attractive to Harry when he had to stay indoors. In the next few days, whenever he was free, he would either go to the library with Hermione and Fan Lin to look up spells, or sneak into the classroom to practice.

Harry was concentrating on the stun spell, which he had never used before. The trouble was that to practice it, Ron, Valin, and Hermione had to make sacrifices.

However, as long as Fan Lin defends, Harry will suffer, which seems to affect Harry's practice effect.

In fact, Fan Lin didn't want to waste time, and Ron was perfectly qualified for this task.

Can't we just kidnap Mrs. Norris (Filch's cat)? suggested Ron at lunch on Monday, lying on all fours in the middle of the Charms classroom, having been beaten by Harry five times in a row. Dizzy and then woke up.

Let's stun her a little bit, or you can call Dobby, I bet he'd do anything for you, I'm not complaining or anything—he stood up cautiously, rubbing his back— But my whole body hurts...

You keep misaligning the mats! said Hermione impatiently, realigning the pile of mats.

These cushions were left by Williver in the cupboard,

Used to practice banishing spells. Try falling backwards!

Of course you can't be right when you're knocked out! said Ron angrily. Why don't you replace me?

Well, I think Harry has already learned it, said Hermione hastily. We don't have to worry about the 'Disarm' spell, he did it a long time ago... I think we should practice some of these spells tonight.

She looked down at the list they had made in the library. This one looks good, she said. The Obstacle Charm. It'll stop things that try to attack you, Harry. Let's start with that.

The bell rang and they hurriedly stuffed the mat back into the cupboard and slipped out of class.

I'll see you at dinner! said Hermione. She and Van Lin were going to Alismond West, while Harry and Ron were going to the North Tower.

Strips of golden light shone through the skylights in the corridor; outside the sky was a bright blue. It looks like it's been glazed.

Professor Traunie's room is boiling hot and she never takes that fire out, said Ron.

They walked down the stairwell toward the silver ladder and trapdoor. He was right.

The dimly lit room was unnaturally hot, and the smoke from the incense sticks was thicker than before.

Harry's head was spinning, so he opened the curtains of one of the windows while Professor Traunie was looking elsewhere.

A little breeze came in, and he felt better, and sat back in his chintz-covered armchair.

Gentlemen, said Professor Traunie, seated in her winged chair, her curious eyes wide open, examining them all, we have finished with planetary astrology. We have a wonderful Opportunity to observe the activity of Mars, and now it is orbiting into a very interesting position. If you are all ready, I will put these lights out...

She waved her wand, and all the lights went out, only the flames danced.

Professor Traunie bent down and took out a miniature model of the solar system covered in glass from under the chair.

It was a beautiful thing; many satellites shimmered around the nine planets and the blazing sun; they were all suspended in the sky, and the air inside the glass envelope was very thin.

Harry watched idly as Professor Traunie pointed out to them that Mars was forming an attractive angle to Neptune.

The thick incense was intoxicating, and the breeze outside the window caressed Harry's face softly. He seemed to hear a bug buzzing behind the curtain. His eyelids start to fall...

He rode on the back of an owl, straight into the blue sky, and soon there appeared an old house covered with ivy on the mountainside.

They flew lower and lower, the wind blowing comfortably in Harry's face. They swooshed in through a dark, broken window on the second floor, through this spooky hallway, and there was a room at the end...the door, the room was really dark, and all the windows were boarded up died……

Harry climbed off the owl's back... as he tried to see what was in the room, the owl flapped its wings and flew onto a chair with its back facing him... there seemed to be two dark shadows on the ground beside the chair... Writhing incessantly...one of them is a giant snake...the other is a person...

A thin man in black, with a pointed nose, trembling... He was panting and sobbing on the hearth rug...

This is bad, Peters, came a high-pitched, cold voice from under the chair where the owl had fallen.

Also, you're very lucky, really. Your mistake didn't ruin everything. He's gone mad and his soul is in pieces.

My God! gasped the man on the ground, My God, I...I'm so happy...and so sad...

Nagini, said the cold voice, you're unlucky, I can't give you Wintile, after all...but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter... and Harry Potter... The snake There was a hissing sound, and Harry could see its tongue flicking.

Now, Peters, said the cold voice, to remind you why I can no longer stand your mistakes...

My God... no... I beg you... A wand stuck out from under the chair, and it tapped Peters.

(Cruciatus), said the grim voice.

Peters screamed like every nerve in his body was on fire, Harry's ears were filled with screams, and the scar on his forehead started to burn; he started screaming too...

Voldemort would hear him, would know he was there...