I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 269: Cheating is a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament

On the Gryffindor benches in the auditorium at noon that day, it was very quiet, and no one dared to make a sound.

Because Miss Granger had gotten angry several times in the lounge.

When Owen, Hannah, Justin, Ernie, and Susan walked into the auditorium together, Miss Granger was staring at a letter with a cold face.

"Yo! Good morning!" Owen and a group of friends sat on the Gryffindor bench.

Ever since people from other schools came to the school, everyone gradually became distinct.

Little wizards at Hogwarts generally occupy two long tables, while the other three houses occupy the other two.

"It's already noon." Ron said with dark circles under his eyes.

He was forced by Owen to send many letters to his home last night, asking about a member of the Weasley family named Shani.

Of course Ron had never heard of the name, so he could only ask his family.

"I wrote the report until three o'clock last night! It's extraordinary perseverance to start this point!" Owen picked up the pumpkin porridge on the table and took a sip, "That—Miss Granger, can you clean up the Room of Requirement? Come on, Luna and I have nowhere to go last night. We can only stay in the greenhouse and write."

As he spoke, Colin, who was yawning, also came over.

"Morning!" he said.

Last night the foursome stayed up with him!

On the side, Hermione, who was racking her brains to give Rita Skeeter some Gryffindor shock, suddenly heard Owen's voice, especially when he said the Room of Requirement, her expression suddenly became unnatural.

"What happened to her?" Owen looked at Hermione's depressed face and asked Harry, "Is Dumbledore going to fire her?"

"." The corners of Harry's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this, and then he handed him a newspaper on the table leisurely, "Didn't you read today's "Daily Prophet"?"

"Take a look! I've been catching up on sleep all morning." Owen opened the newspaper casually, and after just a few casual glances, he knew why Miss Granger had a dark face.

"There are a lot of letters from owls at noon!" Harry looked at Hermione with some sympathy. "It's all her fans. Rita Skeeter slandered Hermione in the newspapers, so those people sent a lot of vicious letters."

"There were even Howler letters—" said Harry apprehensively. "You have no idea how bad the Gryffindor common room was this morning."

"It's nothing." Miss Granger said indifferently, holding a letter between her fingers, shaking her hand slightly, the letter suddenly ignited spontaneously.

"They're all idiots!"

"By the way, Rita Skeeter didn't leave Hogwarts after being scared away by my grandfather? How did she interview you?" Owen looked at her and asked.

"How else can I conduct an interview?" Hermione glanced at him, "Suddenly blocked me at the stairs, and then asked some strange questions."

"Then you can't hold back your words?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "Good guy, a dozen rumored boyfriends, Miss Granger, you are a real master of time management, no wonder you are so busy!" He held up the newspaper and used said in a strange tone.

There was also a photo in the newspaper, it was the moment Harry and Ron pulled Hermione away, and the picture was frozen there.

"I didn't!" Miss Granger raised her voice suddenly, "What I'm saying is that I have many friends at school, and everyone supports me to become a Hogwarts warrior!

How did I know she would write like that! "

"Oh! Don't be so excited!" Owen put down the newspaper, "How can I know if you have a rumored boyfriend. Answering reporters' questions also requires skills."

Picking up the silver cup on the long table, shaking the fruit juice as if shaking red wine, Ben said in shock: "If you have nothing to say, then say you have nothing to say. But you better have something to say, because In silence, she made up more vigorously.

Then you say what you want to say, don't care what he asks, don't care about the question, just express your opinion.

If she brings up the issue again, say "I don't think that's the problem" or "I think the real problem is..." and then give your opinion again. "

"Such skills are enough for you to deal with most unscrupulous reporters." Owen drank the juice in one gulp.

On the other side, Miss Granger was carefully writing down the contingency method he said.

"Besides, Rita Skeeter isn't making up all of them!" Owen pointed to a paragraph in the newspaper, "Some of them are quite true."

The little wizard next to him looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a short section of the densely packed text.

———Miss Hermione Granger finally found his first love in Hogwarts. Her close friend Lavender Brown said that Hermione was inseparable from the famous Harry Potter.

Miss Granger has amazing beauty, and all her rumored boyfriends are from pure blood families, or have great fame.

According to the in-depth investigation by the reporter of this newspaper, Miss Granger also had an unexplainable ambiguous relationship with a Hufflepuff boy who had been featured in this newspaper.

The boy had an even more shocking parentage.

Then Rita Skeeter didn't dare write anymore.

The following content is nothing more than teasing Hermione's void boyfriends and throwing dirty water on her head.

In short, the entire article secretly satirizes Hermione from beginning to end as a philandering, snobbish, and scheming woman who is good at taking advantage of her beauty.

No wonder Miss Granger was so angry that she was half-dead. Good guy, this is no longer a smear, this is simply kicking poor Miss Granger into the inkwell.

"Look what the hell she wrote!" said Harry angrily.

At this time, Mr. Pott was wearing the image of a certain Ravenclaw Miss Qiu Zhang who did not want to be named. He was really afraid that Qiu would believe the nonsense in the newspaper and hated him from then on.

So extremely angry at Rita Skeeter's smearing of him.

But, as the Boy Who Lived, he was so famous that it was impossible for Rita Skeeter not to write about him.

"Pay attention here!" Owen put his fingers on a few words, - Miss Granger has an amazing beauty.

"Look, at least Rita Skeeter is not politically correct, and she is not blind. This sentence in the whole report is one of the few truths."

Miss Granger's cheeks instantly turned red.

"...I suggest that you two get married right away!" Gemini said with a ruthless expression.

"Flirt every day, flirt every day! Seriously, what's wrong with the little wizard now?" George said with a grimace, "What were we doing when we were in fourth grade?"

"Fighting the Slytherins?" Ron interjected.

"That's called: Fight for the honor of Gryffindor!" The twins shouted in unison.

Then he looked at Harry and Ron with disgust.

These two idiots!

What a good girl, following you around every day, you can't even seize the opportunity.

It's fine if you can't grasp the opportunity, but how can you let that Hufflepuff poach a corner!

"Okay, forget about those gossips. We have more important things." Miss Granger blushed, holding back and coughing lightly.

She lowered her head and stood up immediately, "Well - I will continue to go to the library to look for the witch named Shani. She is a witch from Hogwarts, so there will definitely be clues."

As she spoke, she left the auditorium as if fleeing without looking back.

And her two useless men, Harry was still peeking at a certain figure in Ravenclaw.

As for Ron, the owl outside the window flew over.

Those were from his parents, letters about the Weasley family's past.

The two of them had never seemed to realize until now that Miss Granger, who they spent time with day and night, was a girl!

In their eyes, Hermione should be regarded as their good buddy.

People are like this - the more things in front of you, the less clear you can see.

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In the following days, less than a month before the game, the castle fell into an eerie calm.

Of course this is only on the surface.

In fact——Professor Sprout has talked to Owen over and over again.

She said: "If he is giving special training to that Gryffindor witch without giving Cedric any advice, he will be expelled from Hufflepuff House."

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Well - probably annoyed by the reports of Rita Skeeter, whom Miss Granger asked to learn English recently - the number of magic studies has skyrocketed, and now he appears in Gryffindor Tower more than Hufflepuff cellar.

No wonder Professor Sprout was so angry.

It’s the second Saturday in November, less than sixteen days before the official start of the competition.

In the Hufflepuff common room, the little wizards were all gathered together.

They are all advising Cedric, because from the surface combat effectiveness, they seem to be the weakest.

It is entirely possible that Cedric will be eliminated first.

If that's the case, Hufflepuffs will be humiliated.

The chaotic voices were noisy for a long time.

Gradually, the little wizard's argument gradually became lowered, because they said they were giving Cedric advice together, but in fact they had no plans.

<divclass="contentadv">How can I make suggestions if I don’t even know the content of the first game?

"Owen~" Ernie yelled anxiously.

A variety of flowers and colorful plants bloom in the common room.

Cacti of different varieties are placed on wooden circular shelves and lined up along the wall, and they are still dancing only because a little wizard passes by below.

Curved ferns and vines hang from the ceiling in copper-bottomed planters.At this time Owen was lying on the sofa with his head raised, feeling the massage from the top of his head.

These ferns, when the wizard stands under them, they will help you comb your hair. Owen modified it last semester, and now he can not only comb his hair but also press his feet.

Of course, if you don’t mind getting athlete’s foot on your head, they can also press your head.

Owen didn't mind.

Opening his eyes, he found that a lot of little wizards, including Hannah, were staring at him.

"Don't look." Owen changed his posture comfortably.

"There's nothing I can do to improve your spell level in a short period of time—besides."

He continued: "Right now, even if you double the power of the spell you have mastered, you won't be able to pass the level."

"I—" Cedric's reaction was quick, because he suddenly realized that another meaning of Owen's words was that he might know what the content of the first game was.

Otherwise, how could he say that even if the power of the spell becomes stronger, he can't break through the level.

"Do you know what we have to deal with in the first level?" He asked hastily.

"To be precise, it's part of knowing." Owen continued to enjoy the exquisite massage technique.

This is what he cultivated from generation to generation.

"If you're thinking about magic spells now, you're going in the wrong direction." He said persuasively, "Everyone will have their own fighting style. Winning doesn't mean defeating the enemy."

"A way that suits you." Cedric murmured, but his forehead still couldn't be stretched. Who wouldn't boast?

What kind of battle he is suitable for needs a long time to explore, but there are only ten days left in the competition.

Just when he was distressed, Owen opened his eyes, "I heard that Professor Sprout has obtained a new batch of magical plants.

It's really interesting to talk about some wonderful things. Some of them have amazing attack power. If they can be matched with battles, they should be quite powerful for wizards. "

"Magic plant?"

"A fighting style suitable for Hufflepuff babies, including various combinations of magical plants and magical animals. Believe me, as long as you use your brain more, you can pass the level easily." Owen started to do it at this time, he waved his hand, and then The vines entangled above his head faded away spontaneously, and then he said calmly with eyes full of light, "The content of the first level of the competition requires the wizard to seize the treasure it protects from the powerful guard."

"So the treasure is all that matters, and it would be foolish to beat the Keeper because it's strong."

"Seize the treasure?" Cedric's eyes lit up. Owen's words surpassed all encouragement for him. These days, after Dumbledore's constant crisis exaggeration.

He thought that the game was about fighting a fire dragon, but now that he knew that the first level was just about grabbing things, he had enough confidence to pass this level.

He was the best little wizard in Hufflepuff except for Owen, so he couldn't lose face as a little Hogwarts wizard.

Watching Cedric recharged.

Owen finally completed the task assigned to him by Professor Sprout.

- This silly boy.

He shook his head.

I don’t know—is it a tradition to cheat in the Triwizard Tournament?

What warriors are not allowed to accept help from others is to deceive honest children like Cedric.

Didn't the warriors of each school get the full support of their own school in that game?

Professor Sprout has prepared a whole set of customs clearance cheats for him, waiting for him to go and get it!

As a result, Cedric, a silly boy, really took to heart what Dumbledore said about warriors not being able to get help from others, so he didn't go to Professor Sprout right now.

Do you want the dean to run to find you in person?

oh!Son, I have prepared a set of customs clearance cheats for you, take it quickly!

Listen - could this come out of Professor Sprout's mouth?

Of course you went to find the professor, and then the professor looked at you with a stern expression, and inadvertently dropped her well-prepared cheats on the ground while pushing and pulling, and then it happened that the professor didn't notice it, but you happened to see it and picked it up.

But it is absolutely false to say that Owen has not provided any help to Cedric at all. Which magical plant in the greenhouse has he not taken care of?

Most of those new breeds were bred with his participation.

He was the man standing behind Cedric!

When Owen met Miss Granger the next day, he also told her the same news about the match.

This is obviously not a secret anymore.

It is estimated that other principals have already told their warriors.

With Professor McGonagall's single-minded character, she would not violate the rules to help Hermione!

She couldn't even hint.

The little witch may be the last among the Warriors to learn about the content of the game.

Of course, she didn't know it. She didn't even finish her breakfast, so she rushed to find Furong to share information.

Beauxbaton's huge carriage is located on the school field.

very conspicuous.

When she knocked on the door, there was a feeling of enlightenment as soon as she entered.

The space in front of my eyes is much wider than it looks from the outside, and all objects are magnified in an instant.

It didn't look like the inside of a carriage at all, but Hermione had the illusion of returning to Beauxbatons' school estate.

The carriage was quiet and Miss Granger saw no one else.

She followed the golden escalator to the second floor and stopped in front of the door of the second room on the inside.

This is her fourth time here.

Fleur had invited her to spend the night in the carriage before.

Friendship of strange girls.

——This is Furong's room, she knocked on the door.

"Come in!" It took a while for the room to sound, and Furong's voice was hoarse.

It sounds a little weak, like sick.

Hermione was a little anxious, and immediately opened the door and entered.

In front of me is a room decorated with pink as the main tone, and there are women's products everywhere.

The European-style lattice windows are covered by wrinkled white screens, and the sunlight comes in through the gaps, bringing a ray of brightness to the dark room.

The air is filled with a refreshing fragrance, which is the unique smell of Furong.

In the room, the most noticeable thing is the soft and gorgeous bed in the middle.

Fleur was lying on the bed, the quilt kicked aside, and she was lying on it in a pink pajamas.

The low-cut round neck is decorated with white lace, revealing her graceful and exquisite figure.

The snow-white skin is sexy and attractive, and the lines of a certain underwear of the same style can be vaguely seen, which come from the mountains of France, either towering into the clouds, or deep ravines.

Or the naked lotus by the riverside, with a faint fragrance floating.

The sunlight outside the window shines in and shines on the lotus, instantly filling the room with spring light—rippling.

"ah!"

Miss Granger at the door blushed almost instantly.

She subconsciously covered her eyes.

But thought for a moment.

It seems to have realized something.

Then he turned around and quickly closed the door behind him, for fear that someone would break in at this time, or the wizards passing outside would see something.

"Hmm - Gabrielle?" Fleur said lazily on the bed, "Just put breakfast on the table, I want to sleep for a while!"

She rolled over lazily.

Turned his head and fell asleep again.