Soul shaping

We are not allowed to bring those strange things over there! Mrs Weasley stopped the twins who were packing boxing binoculars and canary milk biscuits in their luggage.

"Oh, Mom, don't be so serious—"

"No, I can't let you make trouble there!"

"mom!"

They didn't go to sleep until midnight, and Harry thought he was woken up by Mrs. Weasley a few hours after he had been lying down.They drowsily went to a specific location to get the port key to enter the World Cup venue, Ron and Ginny yawned all the way, Hermione kept rubbing her eyes, and Harry kept awake by chatting with Riddle.

"I really envy Bill and the others who can apparate and sleep late."

"If you really want to sleep, you can wear the locket around your neck."

"Oh, will you help me manipulate the body? Okay." Harry took out the locket from his pocket in a daze, and hung it around his neck.

"Harry, is this the locket you asked me for before? You still have it." Mrs. Weasley was a little surprised.

"Yeah—I think it's pretty."

"Are you not afraid that I will perceive your thoughts now?" He felt that Riddle's voice was full of laughter, and curled his lips.

"Just borrowing your body for a while. If you don't use Occlumency on me, I might consider wearing it all the time."

Riddle was about to say something, but felt that Harry's consciousness was becoming more and more blurred. He sighed and took over Harry's body.

"If you knew what I think about every day, you wouldn't say that."

They walked through a stone house, and hundreds of tents shrouded in thick fog appeared before them.The Ministry of Magic man who had led them to the camp looked terribly sleepy. He pointed them in a direction and hurried away to show the way to another party who had come here with the Portkey.

"I'm so sleepy... No, I'm going to sleep when I get into the tent." The girl in the elegant and luxurious windbreaker yawned and brushed the thick down on her shoulders.

"Miss, we still have to set up a tent." The young boy next to him reminded.

"Isn't it you boys who set up tents? It was agreed that I would only be in charge of lighting the stove and cooking..."

"You can still cook? Can you really not blow up the pot?" The boy expressed doubts.

"I can use magic!" The girl glared at him, but she didn't lose her image at all, instead she was quite charming.

"Uh, Miss Margaret. Because there are Muggles here, it's best not to use magic." Draco reminded with some embarrassment.

"Ah, why is this—" Margaret grabbed Draco's shoulders, and laid her head on Draco's shoulders carelessly, her voice was soft, as if she was already too sleepy, "I don't care, I want to sleep right now..."

Draco looked at Polyaser for help, and the latter had a helpless expression of "I really can't do anything about her", pulled her up from Draco's shoulders, and pressed her shoulder: "Okay, okay , don’t embarrass me. You can sleep after we finish setting up the tent, okay?”

"Oh, Polyasser, you are the best!" Margaret smiled and kissed Polyasser's face, the boy rarely blushed, pushed her away and said in a low voice, "Stop playing."

Draco coughed, took out the stretchable tent of Malfoy's house from his backpack and put it on the ground, pressed a button, turned around and explained: "Senior and sister, actually I don't need to set up this tent, it can stand by itself combination……"

"Wow, it's so amazing!" Margaret looked extremely curious, holding her skirt and bending over to look up and down, "I said, Draco, why do you have everything, like a treasure chest. "

"Yeah, there are everything, for example, last time I saw you secretly watching..." Polyaser showed an ambiguous look on his face.

"Senior Polyasser!"

The tent was put up quickly.Because this kind of tent has been subjected to space magic, it looks small, but it is actually a small villa inside.Draco used to feel comfortable living in this kind of tent, but now he realizes that it is not easy to clean... After he and Polyaser cleaned the living room and bedroom briefly, the latter curled up on the sofa Margaret picked her up and put her on the bed, pulled the quilt and closed the door.After doing all this, they slumped on the sofa exhaustedly, too tired to move.

Draco looked at Polyaser, the boy's long and sparse eyelashes drooped slightly, and the deep and light butterfly shadows fell on his face.His light brown hair seemed even brighter in the light, almost stinging his eyes.As if sensing his gaze, the boy lazily turned his face to the side, and those coquettish amber pupils turned to him.

At that moment Draco almost jumped up in fear, the vertical pupils floating in the amber sea were like snakes, full of aggression and attack.But in the next second, he returned to his usual casual appearance, as if it was just his hallucination.

☆, carnival night

"What's the matter, Draco?" Polyasser blinked, looking at the pale boy suspiciously.

"Ah, it's nothing..." Draco averted his eyes uncomfortably, and changed the subject, "I always feel that the senior takes special care of Margaret."

"Ah... this, because the senior is just a child, of course, I mean in some respects." Polyaser's tone seemed to be complaining, but she was not so reluctant, "She has I was very self-willed at the time, really, I couldn't take care of myself at all. I always wondered how she came here 16 years ago... But I was also brought out by Margaret, when I was only your age. Then At that time, I was much worse than you are now. I was always bullied and didn’t know how to resist. Although Margaret is a bit domineering, don’t worry, she will not leave us alone. She is very defensive, If someone bullies her little brother, she will never let him go... This can also be said to be a woman's narrow-mindedness? Anyway, in my opinion, she is a little monster with super territorial consciousness, as long as it is her own Just clinging to things and not letting go, there is no one else who is stubborn."

Draco didn't expect Polyasser to say so much in one breath.Although he usually does the job of complaining, Draco knows that Margaret is actually Polyaser's bottom line.The relationship between these two people is not like a couple, but more like a mixture of siblings, partners, and comrades-in-arms, which is difficult to sort out.

"Hey, Draco. Let me tell you something. Margaret is actually very sensitive and likes to cry, but she doesn't show her vulnerability in front of us. She thinks she is the eldest sister The head has to cover us, although it is the same now, but don’t let her carry it alone.” Polyaser touched his nose, he seemed to feel that the light was too bright, so he blocked his eyes with the back of his hand, “After all She's still a girl."

"I see, senior." Draco thought to himself, why does this feel like confessing the funeral, "but is it appropriate for you to tell me this? I mean, senior sister doesn't trust me very much, and I There's nothing I can do to help her..."

"It's hard to say." Polyaser shook her head, "Margaret may trust you more than you imagined. By the way, Draco, didn't you say that some of your classmates from Hogwarts would also come? ? Let’s get to know each other next time.”

"If I had the chance, I would."

Before the World Cup started, Harry and Hermione took a chance to sneak out to find Draco.They passed tents with Irish or Bulgarian team flags flying, smoking boilers, wizards in strange Muggle clothes, and came to a silver and green tent.

Draco was already standing in front of the tent to greet them.Wearing a dark red Durmstrang school robe, he nodded slightly at the two of them and drew back the curtains of the tent.

There are already two beautiful people sitting on the sofa in the spacious hall.The girl huddled in her big furry coat, frowning as she looked at the cards in her hand.The boy sitting across from her had only one card left in his hand, and he yawned big and sleepy.

"Sister Margaret, Senior Polyasser, my Hogwarts classmates are here." Draco had to interrupt the game with a loud voice.

"Huh? Ah, you're here!" The girl threw away the cards in her hand, jumped out of the big coat vigorously, the sofa cushion sank down and bounced up again, and all the flying cards hit the boy's face.

"Hi, Margaret—"

Margaret ignored him, wrapped her coat, straightened her collar, and walked in front of them.She smiled and held out her hand to them:

"Hello, I'm Margaret King, Draco's senior."

Harry shook her hand, subconsciously comparing her to Cho.Margaret's crimson curly hair hangs loosely on her shoulders, casual and innocent, but has an irresistible charm of young and mature, which makes people unable to follow.

"I'm Harry Potter, and she's Hermione Granger." With a flash of thought, Harry replied calmly.

"Hey, Potter, Granger, let's play poker!" Margaret pulled them past without saying a word, "I just learned a Muggle card game, it's very interesting!"

She pushed the brown-haired boy aside and pulled Draco over as well.

"Hey, Margaret, are you going too far?!" the boy protested dissatisfied.

"Oh, by the way, his name is Polyather Weston, you can ignore him." Margaret pointed to Polyather, and then beckoned them to sit down.

"what?"

"Is there any of you who don't know the rules?" asked Margaret.

"No." Harry and Hermione replied in unison.

Draco: "...I don't know."

By the time Harry realized it, they had been playing late into the night.He had to admit he had a pretty good time.Although he and Hermione were somewhat reserved at first, they soon let go of themselves under the influence of the warm and cheerful Margaret.

Polyather later joined in, and they agreed that the loser would be punished with a cup and the place would be given to the extra.Later they played the game of kings again, Margaret and Poliather were particularly able to think of all kinds of strange ideas, so Harry was lucky enough to enjoy Draco's striptease, and Hermione embarrassedly asked a stranger. Confessions, Polyasser getting down on one knee and proposing to Margaret...and Harry doing push-ups on top of Draco.

"I will never allow you to play this kind of game in the future." Riddle said through gritted teeth in his mind.

They drank all the wine in the tent, and the bottles rolled everywhere.Everyone was very drunk, and Harry fell unconscious on the sofa.

A figure slowly appeared beside him, gently smoothing his frown from drunken headache.He pushed back his sweaty forehead hair, touched the lightning-shaped scar, and lowered his head to kiss it.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to fix Draco." The boy said angrily.He looked back, and Draco was lying on the ground in a shapeless shape, sleeping soundly, completely losing his usual nobility and elegance.

Riddle resisted the strong desire to take the opportunity to kick him, turned around and straightened Harry's posture, and covered him with a blanket.He was about to turn off the light in the living room when he heard a sound and quickly returned to the locket.

The door of a room was gently pulled open, and the door panel creaked against the ground.Margaret staggered out of the room and turned into the toilet.She had already taken off her heavy coat, and was standing in front of the sink wearing only a suspender dress.

Riddle reappeared beside Harry.He squinted his eyes, jumped onto the top of the bookshelf and sat silently.

Margaret stared blankly at her flushed self in the mirror for a long time, she pinched her smooth cheeks, and then rubbed her forehead... Just as Riddle was wondering if she was having some kind of massage At that time, Margaret lowered her head and vomited.He tactfully covered his ears.

Until she couldn't vomit any more, Margaret turned on the faucet to wash away all the vomit, scooped up the water and poured it on her face.Drops of water flowed down her cheeks and neck, and she shook her hair vigorously, causing some curly strands of hair to stick to her face, making her look even more messy.

"Polyather, I'll make him look good when I go back..." Her voice was angrily, erratic and erratic, and she was quite drunk, "Draco, what kind of wine is this...it's quite exciting Yes, ask him for a few more bottles..."

She staggered out, not forgetting to turn off the light in the toilet.Riddle was about to return to the locket, but found that she was not walking towards the bedroom, but towards the sofa.

Margaret walked staggeringly, but she accurately avoided Draco who fell on the ground, the wine bottles and playing cards scattered around, and sat down beside Harry.She raised her head, her eyes were empty, she was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look at Harry.

☆、Excessive regulation

She stretched out her slender and white fingers, and gently touched the scar on his forehead.

"This is Harry Potter? It looks very ordinary..." Margaret tilted her head and stared at him, her eyes dim, as if she was about to fall asleep, "Did he really kill the master? I can't imagine..."

Her eyelids drooped, her head tilted, and she fell on the sofa.

Riddle sat motionless on the top of the bookcase, his eyes cold and chilling.He was silent for a long time, and with a movement of his fingers, a wand appeared in his hand.The tip of the wand pointed to Margarita, and then moved to the right. The girl's body rose up without a sound, and moved to another sofa.

Riddle jumped down, strode over to Harry and picked him up horizontally, and walked into Margaret's bedroom.

Harry woke up the next day with a splitting headache.It was his first hangover, and it didn't feel good.He sat up on his elbows, pressing his forehead.

"I won't allow you to drink in the future." A cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears, Harry was startled, his body almost fell, and he took him into his arms with one hand and hugged him tightly.The cold breath seeps in from the pores, like a tranquilizer flowing through the blood.Harry reached out and hugged him tightly, resting his head on his chest.

"I'll make you some soup to sober you up." Riddle knew that Harry hadn't recovered from his state of mind.He let go and was about to get up, but when he turned his sleeve, he was caught.

"...Stay with me for a while. They will see you when you go out." The boy's voice was low, with a hint of pleading.

Riddle sighed, hugged him and let him sit on his body: "Now you know how to miss me? Yesterday, I was very happy to think about leaving."

Harry leaned against him and gave a soft "hmmm".Riddle found that he was unexpectedly well-behaved and clingy when he was drunk, so he couldn't help but think that he should buy wine for later.

Seeing that Harry seemed to be asleep again, Riddle carefully placed him on the bed.He opened the door, and the warm and bright morning light fell on the unlit living room, black and white interlaced.The translucent shadow of the wine bottle swayed on the ground, remnants of last night's indulgence.Riddle saw Draco sitting on the sofa without light, neatly dressed, with a dull expression on his face.

Draco lowered his head and looked at Riddle in a daze.The two stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

"Lord..." Draco almost jumped up.

"I'll settle the score with you next time." Riddle said coldly, and went straight to the kitchen.

After drinking the hangover soup, Harry finally got better, and he and Hermione got a lesson from Mr. Weasley when he went back with Hermione.It's scary for this man who rarely gets angry to get angry, but he is also very helpless.

"...You don't know how worried we were all night, everyone went out to find you, and I told the director of this competition to ask the Ministry of Magic to help." Mr. Weasley looked at Harry, "Especially you, Harry, you have a special status, what if you were plotted against by the fleeing Death Eaters? Hey..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley." They all bowed their heads in shame.

"Forget it, as long as you come back... go in, Ron has been waiting for you for a long time."

They walked into the tent in silence, the lights were on inside, and everyone was sitting around the coffee table. As they walked in, their eyes focused instantly.

"Great, Harry, Hermione, you're finally back!" Ginny rushed to hug Hermione, turned her head and winked at Harry.He could see that there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, and he couldn't help feeling even more guilty.

"You guys are taking more jokes than we are—" Fred was still smiling, but judging from the deep dark circles under his eyes, he was not as relaxed as he appeared.

"Finally able to sleep well." Bill also showed a relaxed smile.

Harry and Hermione sat together on either side of the sofa after hugging them one by one.Everyone went to their rooms to catch up on sleep - they hadn't slept all night and the World Cup was about to start at night.Only Ron sat alone on the sofa, hugging his knees, watching them in silence.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, neither knowing what to say.In the end it was Hermione who tried to say something: "Ron..."

"Don't talk to me." Before she finished speaking, Ron interrupted her directly.

"Ron, we just..."

"Just what?" He stared wide-eyed, bloodshot, with transparent liquid swaying in his eyes, "Do you think it's funny to disappear suddenly? We didn't come back all night, we all thought something happened to you! You are my best friend , if you all... what should I do?"

"I'm sorry, Ron, we..."

"There is one more thing that makes me very angry. Although I don't know what you did, you didn't call me. I have discovered that since the incident in the Forbidden Forest, you often leave me behind...Why? Tears welled up in the corners of Ron's eyes. He had endured it for a long time, and at this moment he could no longer hold back, "Did I do something wrong? If so, then tell me!"

Seeing his former friend crying bitterly, Harry was heartbroken.He knew it was all his fault.He was the one who kept everything secret and didn't tell anyone.

"No, Ron, you're not wrong." Hermione said suddenly, "It's our fault."

She turned to look at Harry, asking silently, who nodded slowly in acquiescence.

"……What's the meaning?"

"We were hiding something from you. Actually..." Hermione briefly outlined recent events.A look of shock gradually appeared on Ron's face. He opened his mouth, looked at Hermione and then at Harry, as if hoping that he could deny her words.

Harry nodded: "What she said is true."

"Impossible, how could such a thing happen..."

Harry sighed, "Riddle."

The boy immediately appeared beside him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.Ron screamed and passed out.

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other. "I think he needs to take it easy."

Hermione nodded: "He was too stimulated."

The World Cup will start soon.The Ministry of Magic finally complied with the name and relaxed the restrictions on the use of magic. You can see commodity vendors spinning and apparating everywhere, wearing fancy hats and pushing small carts full of all kinds of novelties.

"Ah, this is the time to spend the money I saved for a semester!" Ron was very excited.He seemed to have temporarily forgotten the fright that Riddle had brought him, and walked around among the cars with great interest.

Ron bought a dancing shamrock hat, a large green rose badge and a small statuette of Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.The figurine walked up and down in his hand, frowning at his green badge.

Harry stared at the statuette curiously for a moment, and was immediately warned by Riddle.Since the last time he got drunk, he'd been more disciplined about himself, and sometimes Harry couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.

"Wow, look at this!" Harry rushed to a small cart and waved at them.The cart was piled high with what looked like binoculars, covered with all sorts of odd metal knobs and dials.

"This is a panoramic telescope," the wizard peddler introduced enthusiastically. "You can replay the picture, slow motion... If necessary, it can also quickly flash the analysis of the game situation. It only costs ten gold Galleons, which is very cost-effective... ..."

"Don't buy this." The voice in my head appeared again.

"Why? How can you see the game clearly without binoculars!" Harry couldn't understand.

"no reason."

Harry ignored him and bought three of them directly.He kind of understood what Riddle was thinking, but the more he understood, the angrier he became... Could it be that he would even be jealous of Quidditch players?

"Harry, you are disobedient now, I will find them one by one when I go back."

"...Can you let me watch the game?"

Mr. Weasley led them through the large woods, cheers and humming intermittently came from all around, and countless figures passed by, very happy.The happy atmosphere was quite contagious, and Harry couldn't help grinning, and Ron, wearing a clover hat, was humming a tune and dancing.

After a while, a huge stadium that could hold hundreds of thousands of people appeared in front of them, and Harry and the others stared wide-eyed.Mr. Weasley introduced them proudly as he led them to their reserved seats.Their tickets are quite good, they are first-class tickets on the top floor, and the position of the box is facing the golden goalpost.

Harry looked down, and the feeling of looking down from a high place was shocking and wonderful.Hundreds of thousands of wizards are sitting one after another, climbing up along the fuchsia carpet.The entire stadium is shrouded in a golden light, holy and solemn, which is very exciting.

"Hey, Riddle. You haven't been to a party like this before, have you?"

"No."

"How do you feel then?" Harry asked with a grin.

"...It's not bad."

☆, mascot

Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with the incoming Ministry officials, and Minister Fudge patted Harry kindly on the shoulder and loudly introduced him to the Bulgarian Minister for Magic.

Not far away, Draco, Margaret and Polyasser from that day walked up the steps, waving at them vigorously.Harry and Hermione waved to them too, and the others were puzzled.

"Malfoy is here too?"

"Why is he so friendly today?"

"Are those his new classmates? How impressive..."

Both Harry and Hermione pretended not to hear what they were saying.

With the order of the host Ludo Bagman, the opening ceremony of the World Cup finally began. It's pretty spectacular.

"Okay, without further ado, please allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!" Bagman said loudly, "Vela!"

"What is Mei-"

Before Harry could ask, a hundred veela had already arrived.Veela was a woman... and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Harry felt that they were not real. Otherwise, why would the silver hair be shining with the bright moonlight, and why would the skin be as pure and smooth as white marble? ...in fact he couldn't think anymore.

The music started, the veela started dancing, and Harry's mind went blank.He watched them fascinated, and some crazy thoughts began to emerge in his mind... How about jumping into the gymnasium from here, it seems very exciting, but is it eye-catching enough...?

"Harry Potter!" The angry voice rang like a bell in his mind, shattering all delusions.When he came back to his senses, he found himself standing with one leg propped on the wall of the box.

Riddle had appeared beside him at some point, and pressed him back to his seat with a cold face.The music was still playing, Veela danced faster and more seductively, and the men around him all looked fanatical and made some weird moves, for example, Ron made a posture that seemed to be about to dive from the diving board .

Harry knew he was bewitched by the power of the veela, and that no one else was much better than him...but he didn't have the energy to think that much anymore, because Riddle straddled him directly and kissed him down hard.

The fierce entanglement of lips and tongue quickly swallowed all his consciousness. He held the back of his head tightly and pressed him against the back of the chair, biting his lips angrily and sucking the tip of his tongue. Smash directly.

Harry stared blankly at his slightly closed eyes, his presence was so distinct, so strong that it knocked out everything outside, forcing him to look at him alone.

He stretched out his arms to hug his waist, and responded jerkyly, Riddle's pupils shrank, and he pressed his hand harder.

When the music finally stopped, the weight of gravity was gone.Harry sat on the spot before he could react, and there was a lot of dissatisfaction shouting around him. They didn't want the veela to stop dancing, they didn't want them to leave...

Ron tore at his clover hat, and Mr. Weasley pulled it out of his hand, laughing.

Ireland's mascot is the leprechaun, which dances in the air and throws gold coins into the audience.Gold coins fell from the sky, dazzled everyone's eyes, like a golden rain, which set off another storm of looting.

"Don't grab it, these are leprechaun gold coins, they will disappear." Riddle couldn't stand it anymore, and snorted coldly.

"Huh? Why is this..." Harry looked disappointedly at the gold coins in his arms.

"Is there really such a thing as pie in the sky?" Riddle said disdainfully, "But these mascots really grasp human nature...beauties and money."

"But neither of these two items seem to appeal to you?" Harry thought for a while, "Aren't you after power and immortality?"

"It used to be like this."

When Harry was about to ask what it was, Bagman was already introducing the Bulgarian players, and Ron jerked Harry to show him Krum, so he quickly aimed his binoculars at him.

Krum is tall and thin, with dark skin and thick eyebrows.It's hard to imagine that he's just coming of age.

The game begins quickly, with the players taking to the skies on their custom-made Firebolts.It was only then that Harry saw what world class was all about, all the heat coming at dizzying speed - before the host Bagman had time to call out their names - and the swift and agile passing between the Chasers. The bright red Quaffle, the batsmen galloped all over the field, and hit the Bludgers one by one to the opposing players.

Harry stared intently at the binoculars, he pressed a button to slow down the narration, and a line of purple text appeared on the lens immediately - "Eagle Head Attack Formation", and at the same time, there were deafening cheers and screams from the audience, hit his eardrums.

Hermione and Ron jumped up and down excitedly, whooping and cheering, and Harry ducked to avoid a quaffle as he watched a quaffle pass three Bulgarian Chasers in a row, only to be snatched away by the Irishman Troy at the last minute. With a flick of both hands at the same time, the goalkeeper missed the ball, and the Quaffle shot through the hoop like a cannonball.

"Troy scored! 20:10, the Irish team leads!"

Krum, a Bulgarian Seeker, suddenly swooped down as if he had spotted a Golden Snitch. The speed was as fast as a jet rocket, making one suspect that he was about to plunge straight into the ground.Lynch, the Irish Seeker, was right behind him, and the two of them were falling fast together, and they were about to hit the ground when Harry saw Krum jerk his broom, pick himself up, and fly away in a circle.

And Lynch fell heavily to the ground, with a bang that could be heard throughout the stadium, and a groan from the Irish audience.

"Fool, Krum is fake!" Mr. Weasley shook his head regretfully.

"The game is stopped!" Bagman yelled.A group of well-trained members of the medical team rushed to lift Lin Qi to the shelf and took him off the field.

Harry quickly pressed the scene playback and game analysis buttons, and adjusted the speed dial.I saw a line of bright purple words above the field of vision - "Lonsky's fake move - contain the dangerous seeker".When Krum stopped the dive just in time and Lynch fell heavily to the ground, Harry found that his whole body was tense and his expression was focused.He realized that Krum hadn't seen the Snitch at all, he just wanted Lynch to imitate him.

Harry had never seen any member of the team flying like him. It seemed that he was not flying in the air, but walking freely on the land, turning and stopping suddenly, smoothly and freely, as if he didn't need to rely on anything at all.

"If you keep staring at him, believe it or not, I'll kiss you right now in front of everyone." A vicious voice sounded in his mind, and Harry put down the binoculars resentfully.

"I'm just wondering if I can reach this height in the future."

"You want to be a Quidditch player in the future?"

"no……"

"Then there's no need." Riddle interrupted him bluntly, "It's enough that some skills can be used."

"Hmm...Riddle, shall we play Quidditch again when we have time?" Harry said softly.

"Aren't you afraid of being crushed by me now?" Riddle seemed to be laughing, his voice low and hoarse.

"I've always wanted to try being your teammate...it would be interesting." Harry seemed a little dazed.

"Actually, I want to try it too."

The game quickly resumed.The players of the Irish team cooperated quite tacitly. They scored ten goals within an hour.The game started to become unscrupulous.

Harry watched all kinds of fouls on the court, the veela and leprechauns provoked and fought each other, and the audience shouted and abused, and couldn't help being dumbfounded.Leprechauns are no longer so cute, and Veela has become hideous.

Riddle acted like he was used to it, and comforted him to look down on the evil of human nature.Harry rolled his eyes inwardly, feeling that the two had nothing to do with each other.

Krum finally caught the Snitch, but the Bulgarian team lost the game 160-170.

"Who would have thought that the result would be like this! Krum shouldn't have caught the Snitch when he was overtaken by the Irish team by 160 points!" On the way back to the camp, their emotions were still very excited, Ron said loudly .

"He knew they couldn't catch up, the Irish Chaser was really good! He just finished the game in his own way!" commented Harry.

"Oh, he was really brave, he was fouled and he continued to play..."

☆、Dark Mark

After they returned to the tent, they realized that they were really tired, and soon fell asleep.Harry also wanted to take a rest right away, but he was pestered by Riddle for an hour, which is said to be the price of disobedience... When he finally fell asleep, he was woken up by Riddle within a few hours.

"Harry! Wake up!"

"Well... let me sleep for a while."

"Harry—! Something happened!"

"Stop making noise... and let no one take a good rest..."

The collar was pulled up suddenly, and his breathing was instantly blocked.Harry opened his eyes suddenly, and pushed his shoulders. To his surprise, Riddle let him go quickly, as if it was indeed just a way to wake him up.He didn't know why he felt a little lost in his heart.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked Riddle sleepily, who didn't answer, but just dragged him all the way out.The others in the tent didn't seem to wake up, but some people had already gathered in the woods in the night.

The night mist diffused among the thin and dense branches, and the cold wind passed by the ears, penetrating everywhere.Harry ran out with Riddle in his pajamas, shivering uncontrollably.The boy took one look at him, took out his wand and cast a Warming Charm on him.

Finally, Harry's body warmed up a bit. He raised his head, the starry sky above his head was bright, as if flint had been sprinkled into a compass, and the night wind seemed to blow from the gaps in the stardust, wrapping him gently.

Harry