Together [HP]

"You almost won't be able to eat today." The bloody Baro floated over from the end of the dining table and said in a low voice.The second grader who was sitting next to Jacquiline moved back in terror and fell on top of a seventh grader.

Bloody Baron was covered in his own blood. He looked fierce. He usually just sat on the dining table quietly and sullenly, looking at the ghost of Ravenclaw, the daughter of the founder Ravenclaw. Leitlin's students were terrified of him.But in fact, his temper is not bad, at least Jacqueline thinks so.He just doesn't like to talk, so no one dares to talk to him over time.

"I saw Peeves lost his temper in the hall today." Jacqueline stuffed a mouthful of lamb, chewing hard. "Is it related to him?"

"He wants to participate in the banquet, and the kind fat monk wants to give him a chance, but I know what kind of guy he is." Baro slid past the center of the table, watching the students on both sides of the table who were startled by him screaming, "Leaves the kitchen in such a mess that the house-elves are terrified."

Clang.There was a crackle coming from the Gryffindor table, noticeable even in this noisy dining room.

Many people looked up from their plates, and quickly busied themselves eating.

Unexpectedly, Hermione knocked over her goblet, and the pumpkin tricks kept spilling on the tablecloth, staining the white linen with orange for several feet, but Hermione ignored it.

She looked terrified and angry, "There are house-elves here too?" She stared at Nick, eyes wide open, not caring that everyone around her was looking at her, "Just at Hogwarts?"

"Merlin." Jacqueline sighed, shook her head, and took a sip of pumpkin juice. "I'm afraid she doesn't plan to eat today."

"What's the matter?" Pansy held out a piece of German sausage. "She has a problem with house-elves? Has she met them? Aren't elves all very understanding and doing their best to do their master's orders?" What? Why, they didn't wash her gown?"

"It's totally two different things." Jacqueline rolled her eyes. "During the World Cup, she met Crouch's house elf Winky by chance." Jacqueline shrugged, "You should know how house elves are treated. Then Coupled with Mr. Crouch's winky attitude towards his house elves, she is now looking forward to changing the situation of house elves. And from what I know of her, I don't think she will eat this table again Cooked by house-elves, or slaves, she thought."

"Then I think she should go see the Malfoy elf." Pansy tilted her head towards Malfoy, who immediately pretended to be talking to the people around him, but in fact he listened to their conversation verbatim went in. "I've seen Dobby throw himself in the oven a couple of times."

"Thanks to Merlin, she doesn't know about this." Jacqueline looked up at Hermione while eating crab cakes. She had pushed away the plate in front of her with barely touched food on it, "I don't think The house-elves would love her to do it, what they want most is praise from their masters, and wasting food is disrespectful to their labor, but," Jacqueline got herself some chocolate pudding and blueberry pie, "The house-elf's workmanship is pretty good."

"There!" said Dumbledore, looking at them all with a smile. "Now that we've all eaten and drunk, ('Bah!' said Hermione) I must once again draw attention to the fact that I have a few announcements to make."

"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, wants me to tell you that this year, a few more items have been added to the prohibited items in the castle. They are screaming balls, toothed flying saucers, and combo boomerangs. The entire list includes about 430 seven items. , can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those who are interested can check it."

Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times.

He continued: "As before, I want to remind everyone that the forbidden forest on the other side of the venue is not allowed to enter by students, and the Hogsmeade village, all students under the third grade are not allowed to visit."

"I also regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year."

"What?" Pansy screamed in surprise, she looked at Malfoy, and Malfoy's expression was very cold, as if he already knew about it, "That's what you're talking about?" She asked in a low voice, "Canceling Quidditch?"

Jacqueline stopped her as Dumbledore continued: "This is because a big event will start in October and last for the entire school year, taking up a lot of the teachers' time and energy, but I'm sure you can all Had a lot of fun doing it. I am very happy to announce that this year at Hogwarts..."

Just then, there was a deafening roar of thunder, and the auditorium door slammed open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger, and suddenly a forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, and Pansy gasped.

The lightning illuminated the man's face so vividly that it seemed like it had been carved out of a piece of rotten wood, and the sculptor had only a vague idea of ​​what a face should be like, and he didn't know much about the use of a carving knife. Row.Every inch of the skin on that face seemed to be scarred, the mouth was like a wide, askew, and the place where the nose should have been bulged was missing.And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes was small, black, and shiny; the other was large, round as a coin, and of a vivid bright blue.The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely irrelevant to the normal eye, and then, the blue eye rolled over and got into the man's head, everyone Only one big white eyeball can be seen.

The stranger walked up to Dumbledore.He held out a hand, which was also scarred like his face.Dumbledore shook hands with him and whispered something that Jacqueline couldn't catch.He seemed to be asking the stranger something, but the stranger shook his head without a smile and answered in a low voice.Dumbledore nodded, motioning for the man to take an empty seat to his right.

The stranger sat down, shook his head, brushed his long gray hair from his face, and pulled a plate of sausages, holding them up to his mutilated nose, and sniffing them.He took a pocketknife from his pocket, poked it through the end of a sausage, and ate it.His normal eye was fixed on the sausage, but the blue eye was still constantly moving around in its socket, looking at the auditorium and his classmates.

"Mad-Eye Moody?" Jacqueline couldn't hold back her surprise, and stared at the stranger tightly, "Don't tell me..."

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Moody."

Normally, when a new teacher meets everyone, everyone applauds, but now, apart from Dumbledore and Hagrid, no teacher or student applauds.Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped a few times, and found that the applause echoed in the silent auditorium seemed solitary, so they dropped their hands with interest.The others seemed to be stunned by Moody's odd appearance, and kept their eyes on him.

"Mad-Eye Moody?" Pansy said to Jacqueline, lowering his voice. "The Moody who fidgets a few times a week without suspecting that someone is going to kill him?"

"Dumbledore couldn't be any crazier!" Malfoy whispered fearfully. "How could he let such a person be our professor!"

"Are you afraid that he will throw your father into Azkaban, Malfoy?" Jacqueline asked with raised eyes, "I heard that half of the prisoners in Azkaban were captured by him."

"When the Dark Lord regains power, you may be the one who will be thrown into Azkaban, Jacqueline."

"I'm afraid that will disappoint you," Jacqueline laughed. "Even if people from all over the world go in, Graham won't go in unless it becomes a tourist destination."

"At least our family won't join forces with mudbloods." Malfoy said, glaring at Jacqueline.

"Can you guarantee that none of your ancestors were 'mudbloods' as you call them, Malfoy?"

Malfoy glanced at her, then reluctantly turned his head and continued to look at Dumbledore.

Moody's seemed unmoved by the lukewarm response.He ignored the large can of pumpkin juice in front of him, reached into his travel cloak, pulled out a curved wine bottle, and took a swig.When he raised his arm to drink, the cloak he was dragging on the ground was pulled up a few inches, and a few inches of wood-carved prosthetic legs were exposed under the table, with a claw-shaped foot underneath.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I said just now," he said, looking at the many students in front of him with a smile.Still staring blankly at Mad-Eye Moody, the students said, "Over the next few months we will be honored to host a very wonderful event that has not been held in over a century. I It is my pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

"You're kidding!" exclaimed Fred Weasley or George Weasley, all looking up at him.

The tension that had been hanging over the auditorium ever since Moody walked in was suddenly broken.Almost everyone laughed out loud, and Bullido smiled appreciatively too.

"I'm not kidding, Mr Weasley," he said, "but since you mentioned joking, I did hear a very funny one about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun, all of them into the same tavern..."

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat loudly.

"Oh, it's probably not the right time to say that... not the right..." said Dumbledore. "Where did I go? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament... Some of you don't know this What is going on in this tournament, so I hope that those who know the situation will forgive me for explaining a little bit here, and I will allow their minds to wander for a while."

"The Triwizard Tournament was created some 700 years ago as a friendly rivalry between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school selects a warrior, and then three warriors compete in three magic items. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. Everyone agrees that it is the friendship between young wizards from different countries. It was an excellent way, but later, there were too many deaths, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."

"Death toll?" whispered most of the Slytherin students, looking around in astonishment as anyone who might have been interested backed away.But none of the other students in the auditorium were as frightened as they were, and many whispered excitedly.Many people also seem eager to hear the specifics of the Triwizard Tournament, not interested in those who died more than 100 years ago.

"There have been several attempts to revive the Tournament over the centuries," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them have been successful. However, we at the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports believe that another attempt should be made. The time has come. We have done a lot this summer to make sure that no one of the Warriors lives is in danger."

"Still not interested," murmured most of the Slytherins.

“In October, the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their hand-picked contenders, and the ceremony to select warriors will take place on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most eligible to compete. Three-strong cup, to win honor for one's own school, and one thousand Galleons for the individual."

"Beauxbatons, Durmstrang!" Pansy yelled excitedly, her face glowing. "That's Krum's school!" She held Jacqueline's hand tightly, "Will he come over!"

It wasn't just her, voices rang out from every table, but they all seemed to be fantasizing about becoming Hogwarts warriors.At every house table, there were people watching Dumbledore enthusiastically, or whispering excitedly to their neighbors.But Dumbledore spoke again, and the Great Hall fell silent again.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament for Hogwarts," he said, "however, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed that there will be an age cut-off for this year's competitors. , that is to say, students over the age of 17 are only allowed to register for consideration. We feel," Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, because some people protested angrily after hearing his words, the Weasley twin brothers Suddenly became angry, "This measure is very necessary, because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students below the sixth and seventh grades to handle it. I I will make sure that no student underage deceives our impartial judges into becoming a Hogwarts warrior." His blue eyes had a meaningful gleam as he glanced over the rebellious faces of Fred and George, "Therefore, if you are under 17, I beg you not to waste your time applying."

“A delegation from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and will be with us for most of the school year. I know you will all behave when our foreign dignitaries stay here. Warm and friendly, and once the champion of Hogwarts is finally selected, you will support him or her wholeheartedly. Well, it's getting late, and it's important that you walk into class fresh and clear tomorrow morning. Go Go to bed! Hurry up!"

Dumbledore sat down and turned to Mad-Eye Moody.There was a clack, clack, ping, ping, ping, pong, and bang in the dining room. The students stood up one after another, rushed to the two opposite doors, and entered the hall.

"Where do you think Durmstrang's people will sleep when they come?" Pansy and Jacqueline walked downstairs with the crowd.

"No matter what, it can't be your room." Jacqueline said angrily, "otherwise, where do you want me to sleep?"

"He can sleep in my bed, and I can sleep in your bed with you." At this point they went down the stairs and down the dark passage to their lounge.

"I don't think a man can come into our room."

"Jacqueline, can't you let me have a little fantasy?"

Jacqueline looked at her and shrugged.

"I can understand why you don't like Lockhart," Pansy went on, "but Krum? I don't understand. Seriously, have you ever liked someone? Oh, and how about the World Cup? Dad finally decided to take I will go, but it is a pity that it is the last minute, and there is no ticket at all. The "Prophet" only reported what happened that night, but mentioned very little about the World Cup, only saying that Ireland won To the championship. So, how the hell did Ireland win? How did Ireland get their Seeker to get the Snitch in front of Krum?"

"No." Jacqueline shook her head, at this time they came to an ordinary, empty, wet stone wall, "Slytherin." Jacqueline said, at this time a line gradually appeared on the wall A dark, narrow corridor that only allows one person to pass through.They walked through the stone corridors, and their lounge was in the basement of Hogwarts, near the Black Lake.Their ceiling is a transparent semicircle carved by crystal, and they can see the sunlight or the current moonlight refracted on the lake surface to form waves.Coupled with the green lights tied on the ceiling by chains, and the huge octopus and other strange creatures swimming outside the large French windows that occupy nearly half of it, the Slytherin lounge As full of mystery as the students of Slytherin.

Opposite the light green carved sofa is a beautifully carved mantelpiece, inside which is a burning fire.

"Krum caught the Snitch," Jacquiline explained, as they walked toward the room side by side, "but Ireland was ahead by more, so in the end it was Ireland who won. As for my idol, I I like Merlin."

"Your life is really boring." Pansy yawned and walked into their room. Two four-poster beds were side by side, covered with dark green quilts, and their boxes were already placed beside the bed.Pansy opened her suitcase and took out a poster of Krum and pasted it on the wall. It was not a promotional poster of the Bulgarian national team but a promotional photo of Durmstrang's school.

"Malfoy gave it." Pansy said, meeting Jacqueline's gaze, "He has a stack. During the summer vacation, the principal of their school came to promote their school to Mr. Malfoy and gave a stack. If you want if."

Jacqueline looked at the wall, frowning and hugging her chest on the poster, and seemed to be very dissatisfied looking at their Krum. "I'm very uncomfortable with a strange man watching me sleep." Jacqueline shook her head and changed into her pajamas and climbed onto the bed. The house elf had already placed a warm long-handled charcoal stove between the quilts.Lying in the warm bed, listening to the wind blowing waves outside, it feels like you are drifting on the sea, it is so comfortable. "Not even for women."

"Then if you know him, you're not a stranger." Pansy also got into the bed and moaned comfortably.

"The only person I can accept in my room is you now, my husband and my children in the future." Jacqueline said drowsily in the dark.

"Do you have a boy you like?" Pansy turned over, pillowed her hand, and looked at Jacqueline on the opposite bed with a smile. "Who is it? In Slytherin? In the same year no, I don't think you'd like a boy in our year. It must be an upper year. It's definitely not Gryffindor, and it probably won't be Hedge Patch, that can only be a senior student of Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Jacqueline!" Pansy jumped up from the bed suddenly, and Uranus screamed in fright, jumped out of the bed and fled went outside.

"You don't like Cedric!"

Jacqueline rolled her eyes in the darkness, then opened them, "Who is Cedric?"

"Really? Jacqueline!" Pansy exclaimed exaggeratedly. "Cedric Diggory! My God, Jacqueline! You are so lifeless! He fits all our fantasies about knights." ! That slender figure, that handsome face, and the gentle tone of voice..."

Jacqueline interrupted Pansy's babble with a pillow, "I'm just talking about the rest of my life, an established future. I don't have a boy I like, although my family won't give me an arranged marriage, But, if I really can't find a boy I like, I will always have a child and a father of a child to carry on the Graham family. Now, can you shut up and put me to sleep?"

"Okay!" Pansy tossed Jacqueline's pillow back to her. "Good night, Jacqueline. Oh, I think Cedric will be a Hogwarts champion, and I hope Krum will be." The Warriors of Durmstrang so that I can see them fight is one of the great things in life."

"Sweet dreams, Pansy." Jacqueline rolled over and fell asleep hugging her own pillow.

"What a person without illusions." Pan Xiai sighed indisputably, and turned over to sleep.