Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

The little wizards left the auditorium one after another.

Moen and Justin are discussing when to vote for a name. This is to select one person from the entire school. Although it is not clear how the flame in the cup selects the warriors, the two of them agree. My own strength is a bit overwhelming.

There is a saying that is very good---

Come here.

There is also a saying that the key is participation...

"How about we vote for a name together tomorrow morning, Soul?" Justin said excitedly, "Let's join in the fun."

"No, no, no." Suer waved his hands repeatedly.

"What a shame, Morn and I both thought you had a good chance of being chosen."

While they were talking, they had already approached the door of the auditorium. At this time, there was a loud noise from the door.

Sull paused and heard the sound. The person who made the sound was our dear Professor Moody, oh, I should say Professor Barty Crouch. He was glaring at the principal of Durmstrang with an angry look. , Karkaroff.

Karkaroff, on the other hand, turned pale, showing an expression of anger mixed with fear.

In the middle of the two parties was Harry, who looked confused. He stood there and had no idea what was happening. Next to him was Ron.

"It's you." There was a hint of trembling and despair in Karkaroff's voice.

"Of course it's me." Fake Moody responded solemnly. "Unless you have something to say to Potter, Karkaroff, you'd better move forward at once. You've blocked the door."

Indeed, half the students in the auditorium were waiting behind them, scrambling to tiptoe to see what was happening in front of them that was causing the jam.

Karkaroff didn't say anything, waved his hand and left with his students, but there was a sense of panic in his back.

The fake Moody kept staring at him, his magic eye motionless, and finally left without saying a word.

Harry heard the conversation between Fake Moody and Karkaroff very clearly, but he had no idea what the meaning of the simple conversation between two adults was. It looked like Fake Moody was speaking to Principal Karkaroff led people to block the door of the auditorium to express dissatisfaction.

His expression was very confused, but he was dragged away by Ron.

The crowd began to surge, and Suer stepped aside to let others pass first.

Harry didn't understand, but Soul understood.

If he remembered correctly, this Principal Karkaroff was a Death Eater, a terrorist who came ashore in a clean slate.

As a Death Eater, it was normal for him to be afraid of Moody, a former Auror.

Suhr didn't know whether the principal was clear that the Moody in front of him was not the real Moody, but Barty Crouch Jr., who had a deeper hatred against him?

It seemed that it was Karkaroff's biting that caused little Barty to be sent to Azkaban by his father, and also caused little Barty's mother to replace him on that isolated island.

Such deep hatred... our dear Professor Crouch didn't even come to an Avada to gnaw a big melon in front of him...

"It's really bearable." Su Er couldn't help but underestimated.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" A hand patted Soul on the shoulder.

It was Hermione. The little girl looked at him with a sweet smile. She was accompanied by a girl from Beauxbatons with silver hair reaching her waist. Well, she was the little boy from Hogwarts who had Veela blood and had never seen the world. The witches were fascinated by Fleur Delacour.

Soul nodded to Fleur before looking at Hermione in confusion.

"I'll introduce someone to you." Hermione walked up to Soul with a smile and reached out to hold Soul's arm.

Feeling the delicate softness from his elbow, Soul looked at Hermione with some surprise, and then at Fleur, who had a delicate face.

I understand, the little girl has a sense of crisis, Su Er chuckled inwardly.

"Do you still remember that I traveled to France with my parents during the summer vacation, and I wrote to tell you about the two people I met at the beach?" Hermione rarely made intimate moves with Soul in public, and her face looked a little a little bit. Red, but trying to keep his voice calm,

"Remember." Suer nodded.

"I have been keeping in touch with Fleur through letters since then. Unexpectedly, Furong is also here this year during the Triwizard Tournament. I just recognized her."

"Fleur, this is my friend, Soul, from Hufflepuff House." Hermione said this to Fleur Delacour.

"It's my boyfriend!" Su Er emphasized, "Hello, Fleur, is the bouillabaisse made in our school kitchen pretty good?"

"It's quite delicious, not much different from Beauxbatons." Fleur looked at Hermione's movement of holding Soul in surprise and responded with a smile.

"I admit that Britain's food culture is not as good as yours in France, but we also have a lot of unique foods. I suggest you try them during your time at Hogwarts."

There was obvious embarrassment on Fleur's face, but she nodded anyway.

Hermione watched Soul and Fleur chatting with a smile, but the hand holding Soul's arm couldn't help but tighten.

"Fu Rong, we are going back to the ship." At this time, another voice came from not far away from the three of them. Several girls wearing light blue wizard robes were standing not far from the three of them. The one who made the voice was one of the girls. .

"Sorry, I have to leave first." A hint of apology appeared on Fleur's delicate face, "Hermione, we will talk next time."

After saying that, Furong left in a hurry.

Soul and Hermione stood smiling and watched Fleur and her schoolmates exit from the door of the Great Hall.

"Let's go? I'll take you back to Gryffindor."

At this time, there were still two or three little wizards gathered at the entrance of the auditorium to discuss, their eyes looking at the Goblet of Fire placed on the table of the rostrum from time to time.

There were neither too many nor too few people, but it also made Hermione a little shy and wanted to pull her hand away. Just now, she had a sense of crisis that caused her to make an intimate move with Soul in front of Fleur. The reason was that she saw Fleur going there during the dinner. He walked to the Hufflepuff table and even chatted with Soul for a few words.

The main reason is that Fleur is so beautiful, and the mixed-blood Veela is no less powerful than the pure-blood Veela.

Hermione wanted to let go, but how could Soul agree? He immediately tightened his arms, which made Hermione's face red all the way to Gryffindor Tower.

Along the way, there were not many people, but not many. Hermione felt that every little wizard was looking at her and Soul, and her whole body was about to burn.

"I'm here." Under the slightly teasing gaze of the Fat Madam, Hermione paused and her voice sounded like a mosquito.

"Okay." Suer reluctantly let go of his hand, "See you tomorrow?"

"Yes." Hermione nodded, withdrew her hand and told the fat lady today's password. The fat lady obviously wanted to see what the young couple in front of her would say, but due to her duty, she had to reveal the portal behind her. .

Hermione stepped forward and looked back at Soul before entering.

"Isn't Fleur beautiful?"

This was both a question and a point question. Suer responded very quickly, with affectionate eyes and looking at Hermione with a smile.

"In my eyes, you are unique."

ps: I went out to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival yesterday and saw the dragon boat. Well, it was very interesting.

There is one more update, later in the evening, may you have a healthy Dragon Boat Festival, little masters