The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Q: What else could help Harry get out of trouble?

Answer: That's the invisibility cloak in the storage box under the bed in Gryffindor's bedroom. Obviously, it can't help him now, the flying curse?But he can't concentrate right now...

"There's bad news...Fleur's friend has been eliminated." Poliaco, who hurried over, passed the spear raised by the mermaid neatly, and hooked Durmstrang's student.

Fleur didn't speak, she quickly hugged her sister, Gabriel Delacour like a mermaid, and gently carried her on her back, so that her arms were hooked around her neck.

Then he looked at the last girl and said in the bubble: "Let's go...I hope there is time"

"There's one more! You can't leave her here to die, can you?" Harry opened his mouth and spit out a bunch of bubbles, then pointed at the lonely girl lying on the ground, Ron still hadn't woken up.

"Don't be stupid... If I had known that this was the chosen person, I would not have chosen Gabriel!" Fu Rong said anxiously.

Only Polyarco was left. He looked at Harry with sincere eyes, thought for a while, and said, "Well, she is also my classmate...you are right, we have already lost a warrior... .”

Ignoring Fleur, Harry temporarily handed Ron's collar to Polyarco, then kicked his legs, rushed towards the girl, wrapped her arms around her waist, and pointed at the group of mermaids that were approaching with his wand , stepping back.

Is this the mermaid that Cyrus was talking about?He lost his appetite all day today...

"Hurry up and make a decision!!" Furong pursed her lips, seeing Poliako slowly shaking her head at her, and then took the lead and left the bottom of the water, "Either go! Or go quickly!"

"They're... oh! Looks like the Harry Potter players don't want to abandon anyone!" Bagman seemed touched by the sportsmanship, and he stood up from his stool, "but the game is only 6 minutes..."

Looks like Harry didn't know...not even the audience, they just sweated.

Karkaroff looked at his watch, and then stared at the screen closely, as if the last warrior in his academy would be out at any time. Perhaps it was the interference of the water flow that made the screen wobble due to swimming.

The effect of the gill grass was slowly fading. Harry's left and right hands seemed to be holding lead-filled sandbags. Because of the loss of strength, he could only subconsciously grab the collars of the two.

He had no strength left, so he pulled the two of them up with his arms, and Harry gritted his teeth and strenuously walked upstream.

"No way...it's in the middle..." Harry couldn't give up. If he let go, the two people he was carrying would sink to the bottom of the lake again. The schadenfreude mermaid rolled in the whirlpool.

He could only watch... the layers of waves on the lake, and Fu Rong, who was already having difficulty carrying his younger sister Gabriel, swimming farther and farther... He blinked uncontrollably, but he couldn't see her anymore up.

"HeadCharm~" (Head Charm spell is unknown, the fox can only translate it with garbage...)

A wonderful voice rang in Harry's ears, and then, as if a goldfish tank had been turned upside down on his head, his vision became less cloudy. Harry raised his head and looked over with difficulty...

It's Polyarco!This Durmstrang student, who is more cheerful than Krum, with his head down and hunched over, holds out his hand to him, and on the right is Fleur...

Perhaps because she couldn't bear it, she still had a magic wand in her hand.

"What is this? Is it because you were moved by Harry's behavior?" Bagman patted the table, and Crouch, who was cleaning his glasses calmly, put them on quickly, and looked at this directly.

The last distance was advanced by Poliaco and Harry. They surfaced 2 minutes before the end of the game. He was almost dragged ashore by Poliaco and Fleur.

Harry lay on the bank, spitting out the cold water, a shadow covering his head.

"Stupid or not?" Cyrus squatted over his head, picking away the aquatic fern from Harry's forehead with his alder wand, and covering the lightning scar with wet hair.

"What... isn't it all rescued?" Harry raised his hand weakly, unceremoniously tore off the towel from Cyrus' hand, and covered his face.

"Actually, within an hour refers to your game time...not their safety." Cyrus woke up Ron and the little girl, "Look behind..."

Harry sat up abruptly, looking at the green heads emerging from the lake one by one, the ferocious and mocking faces were replaced by a kind and kind smile.

"So... I wasted my time by being a hero?!" Harry held his head in disbelief.

"I can't really say that... To be honest, Mr. Bagman didn't expect your behavior." Cyrus pointed at him and laughed, "I hope you don't look stupid, or you will be seen up"

Furong just wanted to cry to Mrs. Maxim, but suddenly found a blanket wrapped around her body on the lawn, trembling Boer, Furong just lost her strength, sitting on the ground decadently.

After rough scoring, Karkaroff immediately ran to Poliako, seeming to reprimand him... with a serious expression, but the other party didn't take it seriously, and still smiled foolishly.

"I could have left with Cedric... Ron..." Harry said, clutching his chest in pain.

"But at least no one died, right? Not bad..." Ron watched the girl hug Harry gratefully, and then ran back to Karkaroff, "I won't kill him next time." Participating in the Triwizard Tournament"

"Fool! Only you are still rushing happily!" Neville rolled down from the auditorium.

Originally, Harry was worried that he would become a "fool who pretended to be a hero" in the audience's mouth, but those bodies standing up and applauding made Harry's heart, which had been soaked cold by the lake water, warm up again.

He looked at Poliako's back gratefully, but the other party didn't look back.

"The last match will be on the evening of June 6th! So...sorry, the last five remaining warriors, please start your final battle..." Dumbledore stood up and silenced the arena.

"Friendship comes first, congratulations to them, no matter who becomes the final winner, they will be remembered...Of course, I allow you to have a little party before that." He winked playfully.

"Ula!!"

Hagrid seemed to be the most excited. He raised his hand towards Madam Maxime's back, but after thinking about it, he put it down again. He seemed to want to invite her?

The next day, the club was on fire again, and there were still four months before the next match. The most important thing now was not the match, but... what Principal Dumbledore called 'celebration'.

"This was approved by the principal himself! Everyone heard it!" George stood on a chair, holding a roll of "Daily Prophet" and said excitedly, "What does this mean...We can hold it in the auditorium!! "

"Hoho...butterbeer...gift for the sweethearts...George~sounds like we could make a lot of money again"

Fred yelled, "What is Hogwarts good at!"

The crowd chanted: "Party! Line up!"

The door of the classroom was kicked open with a "bang", and it was Hermione Granger who came back. George and Fred jumped off the table, and approached with a playful smile before President Hermione got angry.

"I can hear your voices when I stand on the stairs!" Hermione said contemptuously.

Cyrus always felt that something was wrong, and he seemed to have heard this sentence when he was in school...

"Honor... the supreme... the one who has the authority of gold... Mr. Granger..." George and Fred didn't have the impassioned look just now.

They sang together, talking like court entertainers.

"Okay, okay, what tricks are you going to play?" Hermione impatiently stuffed the satchel into Cyrus's arms behind her, "Warning you, don't pay attention to it as a prank again, especially... Don't look for Stitch!"

Hermione's attitude, as if a parent met a 'bad' student who brought their son down...

"Did you hear that!" Cyrus Badger (Fox) reprimanded in a false Eagle prestige.

"Yeah...you're right, it's just...ahem...the party thing...how?" George jumped up to Cyrus and elbowed him, "This is the School of Advancement A good time for friendship...the headmaster allowed it"

"Hagrid's cabin..." Hermione leaned lazily on the chair, clapping her hands at Fred.

She first asked in a very small voice, and then immediately said loudly: "Remember to bring me a bottle of whiskey, of course it is smoother...Did you hear that! No prohibited items are allowed!!"

Like a French soldier who received an order from General Petain during World War I, George stomped his right foot heavily and straightened up.

"Yes! I will never let down the trust of the president!" George raised a pile of papers from his arms, "Come in line~ Everyone! Write down the snacks you want... Each person will only be charged five nats for travel expenses."

Cyrus pushed Neville away in disgust, and motioned him to practice the sword by himself, so he rushed to the chair next to Hermione with the force of force, and asked curiously, "What did you ask for just now?"

"secret..."

"Tell me~"

"Hmph...Mr. Cyrus, why don't you practice dancing first~ We may attend the dance during the summer vacation..." Hermione threw him the letter that just arrived this morning, "The Royal... we Attend with Mr. Prime Minister”

"What about you? I remember you..." Cyrus looked at her suspiciously, he couldn't remember how well Hermione danced.

"Aren't you in charge of diplomacy? Oh dear, I'm tired of dealing with these letters..."

There are some things that Cyrus may only know until the party starts.