Together [HP]

"It's very weird." On the way back to the Slytherin lounge, everyone kept their mouths shut, as if they didn't want to talk about what happened in the dining room, but once back in the lounge, they all kept their mouths shut. voice, discussing how Harry Potter did it.

"It's impossible for him to do it." Jacqueline walked up and down the lounge impatiently, "To do this, you must first cross the age line set by Professor Dumbledore. I want to remind you, The Weasley twins failed in front of us, and it was set up by Professor Dumbledore himself. Secondly, he needs to deceive a very powerful magic item, the goblet, That's not a random thing, he's going to enroll Harry as a fourth school, make sure he's the only one for that school. It's like we were at the sorting ceremony and someone put the sorting hat on Curse, let it mistakenly think that Hogwarts has five houses, I would like to know how many fourth-year students can do this."

"But what does this have to do with us?" Blaise leaned back on the sofa. "We don't really want to know how this situation came about. We just want to know what the professors would do. It's about making Harry really happy." To become a warrior, or simply choose again."

"I guess Dumbledore will definitely let him quit." Malfoy smiled sarcastically, "He can't bear to let his best disciple get hurt."

"But Dumbledore said it, just yesterday, he said that if he was chosen, he signed a contract." Pansy said.

"When did that cunning old man obey what he said?" Malfoy sneered, "It's not like they have the final say on everything. But if he really let Harry participate, it doesn't matter if he lasts for five minutes He's lucky."

"Have you said enough?" Jacqueline said angrily, her eyebrows were completely wrinkled together, "Don't you understand what this means?"

"Why don't you come and tell us? First grade? How are you going to excuse your Gryffindor friends?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "I dare say Ron and Hermione both Put their names in behind their backs, but they didn't tell you, who in Gryffindor doesn't want to be a Hogwarts warrior."

"This means black magic, Draco Malfoy!" Jacqueline roared angrily. "Aside from black magic, I can't think of any other way to deceive Dumbledore!"

The students in the Slytherin lounge were taken aback, with lurid expressions on their faces.

"Go back to your rooms." A prefect reprimanded loudly, and many lower grade students walked towards their rooms in desperation.

"What are you talking about, Jacqueline Graham?" Malfoy stood up, his eyes narrowed. "If you're hinting, say so."

"Someone with the Dark Arts has entered the school." Jacqueline glared at Malfoy, who was flushed with anger. "They put Harry's name in that goblet. First the Quidditch World Cup, Now, Mr. Malfoy should be very happy, Draco. But I heard that on the day of the World Cup, when the Dark Lord's mark appeared in the sky, all the Death Eaters escaped. Didn't your father get any news? ? Or scared? Is it because his weight in front of the Dark Lord is too low, so he doesn't know many things?"

"Don't drag my father into this, Graham!" Malfoy drew his wand and pressed it tightly against Jacqueline's chest, and Jacqueline looked at him unflinchingly, as if to say that he was not at all. dare.

"But," Miles came out from the corner, "if there were Death Eaters, wouldn't Professor Dumbledore know about it? And, if there were Death Eaters who wanted to kill Harry? Potter, why not do it directly? Instead, send him to the Triwizard Tournament? Isn't that more troublesome?"

"Because they have bigger plans." Jacqueline stared at Malfoy and said word by word, "They will never just kill Potter, they must use Potter to do something. Look good , Malfoy, Potter will definitely participate in the Tournament, and, maybe he is the champion, you probably want to make that championship trophy into a portkey, and when he lifts it, it is also Dumbledore's weakest defense Time, send him somewhere and kill him, because you know, at Hogwarts, you have nothing to do with him, right? Here, the Dark Lord has failed twice."

"What you're talking about is speculation, Graham." Malfoy spewed fire from his nose, "If you have the ability, point out who did it? You don't have evidence, do you? If there was, you would have Tell your mother!"

"Do you think that I, like you, rely on my mother for everything?" Jacqueline sneered, "You'd better pay attention, Malfoy, when your father enters Azkaban, there will be no one behind you."

Before the two of them could do anything, they were separated.Blaise and Miles carried Malfoy back to their room, and Pansy pushed Jacqueline back to their room.

"I'll find out who the Death Eaters are," Jacqueline said as she climbed into her bed. "Hogwarts only has so many outsiders."

"You don't think it's the old teacher here?" Pansy asked, yawning beside her.

"The original professors or Filch here are the same as their original ones, and it's too difficult to play an old employee." Jacqueline turned over and buried her head completely in the pillow, "Professor Moody Most suspicious right now."

"Then how do you want to check? That's our teacher."

"I'll always come up with a plan. By the way, do you think that Crouch's appearance today is a bit wrong. He looks a bit like you after the Imperius Curse."

"No." Pansy whispered, "But maybe it's because I met him for the first time, maybe he's as uninterested in the Goblet of Fire as you are."

The investigation of Professor Moody was not going well, very badly.First of all, not many people in this world have actually seen Moody, and, the most terrible thing is that although Jacqueline knows that Moody is fake, she has no proof, except for a very, very indirect proof.What's more, she couldn't use this matter to say it in front of Dumbledore.Another question, who is this fake Moody, and where did the real Moody go?

Polyjuice Potion, that was the first thing that came to Jacqueline's mind, it can make a person change into another person for a short time, maybe only about an hour.That means the fake moody has to drink all the time, or at least every hour.

That bottle of his, Jacqueline thought, Moody did have a penchant for drinking only what was in his own bottle, and if his bottle contained Polyjuice Potion, that would indeed be possible.But it's much more expensive, he probably needs to cook it every once in a while, of course there's no need to worry about the raw materials, Professor Snape has them ready-made, just find a way to steal them out.But what about a part of the opponent?Could it be that he brought a big living person with him?Still haven't been discovered?How did he do that?

Jacqueline stared at the book of arithmetic and divination in front of her, and wanted to secretly put a little Veritaserum in Professor Moody's bottle, but she didn't know what would happen if Polyjuice Potion and Veritaserum were mixed together. Sure.Not to mention the sheer difficulty of putting Veritaserum in Professor Moody's bottle.

"Hey, I was talking to you." Hermione beside her took the opportunity of them reading the same book and nudged her. "What were you thinking just now? Is that a lotus?"

"Fleur Delacour," Jacqueline corrected.

"You remember her name," said Hermione.

"That's the bare minimum. Miss Granger. To answer your question, I wasn't thinking about her. I was thinking about who would throw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire."

"Then it looks like we finally got together." Hermione said sullenly. "He's terrible now, and Ron doesn't want to talk to him because of jealousy. Ernie McMillan and Justin? It's Hufflepuff, they used to have a good relationship with Harry, but now they don't want to talk to Harry. Not to mention you have Ravenclaw. He's screwed now. And, look The dangers he will encounter, I just finished "The Incident of the Triwizard Tournament", and they have all been written in a book!"

"It seems that their strategy has achieved unexpected results." Jacqueline said without much sincerity. "If you read the book "Goblet of Fire", you may have a better understanding of that goblet. Not many people in this world can deceive that goblet."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked. "What do you mean their strategy has achieved unexpected results."

"Leave him alone, thinking he has no friends. No great man ever succeeds on his own. Even a man like the Dark Lord needs Death Eaters, doesn't he?"

"Then you should support him, shouldn't you?"

"Why should I support a Gryffindor?"

Hermione couldn't find any good reason to refute, so she rattled the book, "Who do you think tried to kill Harry during the Triwizard Cup?"

"I don't think they're trying to kill Harry during the Triwizard Cup. I think, on the contrary, they're going to keep Harry alive until he wins. My guess is, maybe they think Killing Harry in Hogwarts is too difficult, so they want to use the Portkey to transfer him away. And their best chance is when Harry wins the championship. At that time, people will be at their most relaxed , take advantage of Professor Dumbledore not paying attention, and secretly get him away."

"So you have someone to suspect?"

"Of course, Moody first, then Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, and finally Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch."

"You have suspected all these newcomers." Hermione said dissatisfiedly, "Although this has helped us narrow down the scope, we still have a lot to investigate. But why is Professor Moody the first one? He An Auror, and didn't he fill half of Azkaban?"

"I have some clues and an idea, but I'm not sure yet." Jacqueline looked up from her textbook and glanced at her watch. "Ah, it's almost noon. There are two consecutive sessions in the afternoon." Potions class, let's hurry to eat. I'm starving to death."

"Jacqueline, is there a day when you don't want to eat?" Hermione picked up the book on the table and hit Jacqueline unbearably. Jacqueline jumped up before being hit.

"The day I die," she replied with a smile.

Hermione stared at her blankly, tears fell without warning.

"Hey, hey." Jacqueline knelt down a little helplessly, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the tears on Hermione's face, "I'm just kidding, I will live for a long time, just like Grandpa Flamel ...and I'll live to see the house-elves completely freed. Maybe then, we can have a snake you like, and our children and grandchildren will be good friends."

"You're an asshole, Jacqueline." Hermione's tears were running down, and she pushed Jacqueline away and rushed out of the library.

"I didn't say anything wrong." Jacqueline got up from the ground a little inexplicably, ignoring the surrounding crowd, she packed her and Hermione's books on the table into her schoolbag, and touched her nose, " But it seems that I am not very good at comforting people." She muttered to herself.