HP If Scorpius was born by Harley

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Although the situation was not good after a hasty breakfast, Harry, who had figured it out, optimistically put some troubles behind him, and went to class with his friends who returned to him.

Regardless of the stormy and chaotic wizarding community outside due to the news of "Malfoy's marriage to the Potters", the school is still in the safe zone, and Harry is also bearing all kinds of disgusting eyes.

After being provoked in the dark and in the dark all day long, Harry used an owl exclusive to Hogwarts to write a letter to his godfather at night. For this reason, the beautiful Miss Hedwig gave him a hard peck.

"Don't do this, Hedwig." Harry was a little weak. He lay on the desk and felt his extremely sore body. He could guarantee that even if he was wrung up and beaten by a troll, it would not be so painful. He was in pain all day long. Avoiding spells, although Malfoy's things can resist most of the spells for him, it will still be affected.

"I'm sorry, but I can't use you, it's too dangerous."

Hedwig turned her back to him and didn't want to pay attention to him. Harry scratched his head, grabbed a handful of snacks, and put them on the table. When Hedwig stopped being angry, he would always eat them.

Scratching his messy hair, Harry decided to go to bed early at night. He always felt that his life would not be better than today.

Sure enough, Harry's intuition became a reality, and what followed was a series of questions about preparations for the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry and several other warriors were examined in detail. He dared to assure that, Harry thought so, the full body examination Sirius arranged for him at St. Mungo's Hospital at the end of this year can be avoided, he livid He looked at several white-haired wizards waiting around the hair he had just plucked, constantly detecting the spell.

Compared to Harry's embarrassment, the other warriors were much calmer, and they were obviously used to these inspections long ago.

Following the physical examination was the wand examination, and Harry expressed great dissatisfaction with this, and he reluctantly handed over his half/body.

For wizards, the wand is not only an object that allows them to use their magic power flexibly, but also their companion.

Although the inspection process was indeed unbearable, Harry still felt the benefits of it, at least his brain was no longer annoyed or sad by the outrageous behavior of his classmates.

Compared to his situation, Ron seemed busier than him, and now it was almost impossible to find the little red-haired wizard before meal time. Harry also found time to ask Hermione.

"I'm not very sure, Harry." Hermione's eyes flickered, obviously hiding something.

However, the exhausted Harry didn't see what was wrong with his friend. He scratched his hair, nodded messily, and hurried to the Potions classroom.

However, the life of the savior is not always in the inspection and class. During this period, he suffered a lot of inexplicable attacks, even walking in the corridor, he would be thrown mischievous spells by some juniors who were playing.

However, the offensive spell was obviously cast on Potter, because Ron and Hermione who were traveling with him were almost never "hit", but there were a few times when the big dung egg was ejected by the protective shield and gradually gave him some. .

It was also because of the remarkable effect of those two little things that Harry gave up on keeping them.

What bothered Harry the most was a recent interview with Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet.

He was kicked out in a Potions class. For this, Professor Snape gave him a big roll of his eyes, expressing his dissatisfaction, "Even if you become a warrior, it can't change our great savior. Muscular fourth grade, facts to learn."

But what was different from the past was that the Slytherins at the scene didn't laugh. They sat upright, looking at the cauldron in their hands seriously.

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched. Professor Snape's words were as easy to misunderstand as ever.

"All right, all right," Snape said, "Potter, leave the things here, I hope you'll come down later and test your antidote."

"Professor—he has to take everything," Colin whispered. "All the contestants—"

"Of course." Snape shouted, "Potter, get your schoolbag, don't forget the confinement tonight, you should understand the importance of the antidote, I don't want anything to happen, you'll just cry and ask the professor for help .”

This is worrying...

Harry thought helplessly, he finally understood. For so many years, he has always thought that Professor Snape was weird. He sprayed poison on him infinitely, and at the same time showed extraordinary strong demands on his studies, but this was obviously for the sake of He is good.

Harry went out, and as soon as the door closed, Colin started talking, "That's amazing, Harry, isn't it? You're a contestant!"

"Yeah, it's really amazing." Harry's expression was very heavy, and they walked up the stairs to the entrance hall. "Colin, why do they want photos?"

"I think it's for the Daily Prophet." Colin scratched his head.

"Oh." Harry sulked. "Do we really need more public attention?"

"Good luck!" Colin bid farewell to him in the room on the right, Harry knocked on the door and walked in.

The classroom is quite small, and most of the desks have been moved to the back to leave a large space in the middle.

The other three warriors were already sitting there, and Ludo Bagman was sitting in one of the chairs, talking to a wizard in bright blue wizard robes.

The wizard Harry had never seen before, but a very eye-catching wizard indeed.

She wore jewel-encrusted glasses, her hair was neatly brushed into stiff curls, and her lips were painted an extraordinarily eccentric red.

Harry glanced again at her very conspicuous red thin and long nails, which were [-]% similar to the witches in Muggle mouths. Suddenly Harry sighed softly again. Fortunately, not everyone in the wizarding world People are dressed so strangely.

Except for Headmaster Dumbledore who always likes to dress like Santa Claus.

Satisfied with Harry's gaze, Rita Skeeter smiled at Harry, who blinked and smiled at her guiltily.

Victor Krum, as usual, sat in a corner with a gloomy expression, not talking to anyone, while Cedric and Fleur were chatting.

The hibiscus was so beautiful today, Harry blushed a little, and behind them, a man was holding a big black camera that was emitting light smoke, taking pictures of the two of them.

Bagman smiled at the group. "This is Rita Skeeter. She wrote a little story about the contest for the Daily Prophet, so now the Warriors have to take a photo."

After hearing the name that came out of Bagman's mouth, Harry was stunned. Isn't this person the damn reporter who published an article on "The Malfoy Pure-Blood Family Falls" in the "Daily Prophet" ?

He still remembered that it was different from the title, it was full of eloquence about his relationship history with Malfoy.It was even written that Malfoy had been deeply attached to him for many years, and kept trolling him just to get his attention, and secretly pointed out that the two of them were in love with each other and had no other choice.

After seeing it, his friends pulled the newspaper one after another, trying to stop him from browsing.

And this article is the basis for the little badger and the little eagles to firmly believe that they are lovers...

"...I wonder if I could talk to Harry first?" Rita asked Bagmon, but still staring at Harry. "Both the savior and the youngest player, you know...to add some color."

"Of course!" Bagmon said happily, "Harry has no objection?"

"This—" Harry hesitated, this woman wouldn't write another scribble.

Rita's scarlet hands had grasped Harry's arm with astonishing strength, and she led him to the door of a small room.

"We don't want to be in such a noisy place," she said. "Let me see, ah, yes, this place is not bad, warm and comfortable."

"But this is the broom closet." Harry glared at her.

"Then you'll feel more at home." Rita smiled. "Do you mind if I use a shorthand pen? Then I can talk to you normally."

In the wizarding world, it has long been known that Harry lived in a closet since he was a child.

"For what?" Harry looked at her green quill.

She floated a roll of parchment aside with the Levitation Charm, and the green quill stood firmly on it, trembling slightly.

"First introduce myself, my name is Rita Skeeter, and I am a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

Harry looked sideways at the quill, and opened his mouth slightly.

She moved closer to Harry and asked, "So tell me, Harry, what made you decide to take part in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"This—" Harry was fascinated by the pen, and although he didn't say anything, the pen shuttled back and forth across the parchment.

"Harry, leave it alone," Rita Skeeter looked at the quill, then at the blue-eyed savior, her attitude was a little tough.

"I didn't," said Harry. "I don't know how my name got into the Goblet of Fire. I didn't put it."

"How do you feel about the task ahead?" Rita Skeeter asked, ignoring his rebuttal. "Excited? Or nervous?"

"I haven't really thought about it... yeah, I think it's nervousness."

"Oh, of course you should be nervous. You've heard of contestant deaths in the past, haven't you?" Rita Skeeter said briskly. "Have you ever thought about that?"

"Well, they said this year would be safer."

"Then, have you ever thought about the fact that you will unfortunately die in the game, what will happen to the young heir of the Malfoy family? It is said that Malfoy is very long-lasting, and he believes that a person will never let go."

"Are you serious?" Hart recalled Malfoy's never-ending female companion since the first grade.

The quill suddenly moved frantically on the parchment, and Harry secretly glanced at the parchment again, "His eyes are full of expectations for the future and regret for participating in the Triwizard Tournament ignorantly, if he really competes in the Triwizard Tournament Unfortunately, he didn't know what would happen to his lover..."

Harry was stunned. He looked at the parchment with horror on his face. He finally understood how those terrible articles were written.

Rita Skeeter has new insight into his silence: "His amazing green eyes lit up when we turned to his lover."

"..." Harry felt that something more terrible would happen to him if he was with this woman again.

Harry finished the rest of the questioning with a blank mind, and didn't care about the woman's nonsense.

Next came the interviews with other warriors. Harry walked out of the cubicle in a trance. His expression surprised the other warriors. Krum sniffled, looked elsewhere, and hid behind them.

After the interview, it was time to take pictures. Krum obviously didn't like taking pictures, and kept dodging. The photographer kept taking pictures of Fleur.Fleur has been wearing a perfect smile, very beautiful.

And Harry has been dragged by Rita Skeeterra to take pictures, almost all of which are his personal photos.

After the interview, Harry was extremely tired. He went to the lobby, had some food and greeted his friends, and then hurried to the cellar.

Professor Snape was not grading homework or making potions this time, he sat quietly on the sofa, and looked towards the door after hearing Medusa's announcement.

Harry entered the cellar tiredly, looked at the Dean of the Snake Academy who was sitting on the sofa, muttered a few times, and asked, "Professor, today is...?"

The Snake King frowned. He looked at Harry, then at his tired expression, and pointed to the seat next to him.

Harry sat aside suspiciously, looking at the empty table where he usually handles potion ingredients, but it was actually vacant today.

"Drink the potion on the table, and then eat the things next to it, so as not to let people think that I abused the students, and then read this book, I don't care if you memorize it or memorize it, I will stuff it into you Comparable to the mind of a troll." The Snake King put the book in his hand and directly handed it to the bewildered savior.

Don't you ever abuse...

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched again. He reached out to take the book, opened it, and found that it was not a book, but a very old notebook, which was densely packed with spells described in gorgeous English. Explanation, look at the cover again, the Half-Blood Prince...who?

However, unlike the dilapidated exterior, there was a different world inside. Harry saw many unusual explanations of spells, and even a few spells that seemed to be very lethal that he had never seen before.

His hands trembled, this, this, it felt very important, and the words were very gorgeous...couldn't it be some nobleman's own notebook...he also understood the importance of these explanations.

In a way, Harry, you got the truth.

Snape snorted, "Remember, don't make me explain to you the importance of a few more useful spells."

Harry blinked his green eyes and looked at Snape with a grateful expression, turning a blind eye to the potions Snape was scanning frequently.

"Drink the potion quickly." The principal of the Snake Academy's face darkened again.

Harry nodded immediately, quickly drank the potion that tasted terrible and weird, and ate the food on the table. However, the potion was actually the kind that could relieve fatigue, and the food on the table was also his favorite food.

Really.Harry couldn't help smiling, how on earth did he think that Professor Snape hated him, such a careful and considerate person.

After spending a relatively miraculous and quiet confinement, Harry returned to the dormitory contentedly with his notebook. Amidst the black face of the professor, Harry boldly replied: "Thank you, Professor, you are so considerate."

"You can get out of here with your terrifying brain!" Snake King roared.

Harry immediately closed the door, and after hearing the sound of "Peng", Harry felt the quiet environment contentedly, and walked towards the Gryffindor dormitory.Unexpectedly, he bumped into Malfoy around the corner.

Harry's eyes flickered, and he was at a loss for this long-standing enemy.

Draco twisted the owl in his hand, and sneered: "Potter, look at your godfather, he is not afraid to give me a message with an owl, you have to make sure he is not under the confusion spell now."

Harry suddenly felt that this kind of Malfoy was very normal, and he replied sharply: "This does not change the fact that he is your uncle, Malfoy, you have to have due respect."

The two of them suddenly felt...relaxed about the way they get along now...

Sure enough, this is the most normal Malfoy [Potter], the terrible situation before must be the illusion of the two of them!

The author has something to say: I really want to be cheated... No, no, I have to hold back... The college entrance examination is coming soon, I don’t know if I can have time to update it, um, I try to write a code word when I have time to watch. See if you can make up enough words, maybe post it after the college entrance examination! !mwah