[hp] stay out of it

When I got back to my dorm, I wandered around the Ravenclaw common room for a while.I bother my two roommates with a lot of things and they help me so much, maybe I shouldn't hide it from them?

As far as I am concerned, I don't care much about who is the parent in this world. I don't tell anyone that it is just for the sake of caution and I don't want to become the focus.But Dan Qi and Benelli are not people who will spread the word casually.There's no point in trying to hide it from them, I thought, as I went back to my bedroom, intending to tell my friends everything, only to find that the two of them had already fallen asleep.

Hey, did you fall asleep comfortably before I came back from the school infirmary?

I am a little dumbfounded.

The attitude of the two of them shows that they don't want to interfere with my privacy, and press what I don't want to say-ravenclaw smart people are always so polite and reserved, and don't cross the line easily.

I think I should tell them sometime.

The following school life is still calm and interesting.Everything about magic is far from what I used to accept, and as Vincent, a child with a solid foundation, I learned these things really quickly, and my interest in learning magic is only getting stronger and stronger.

Luna and I sat next to each other in class with Slytherin on Tuesday.

"Oh, you're on good terms with that Malfoy? The 'nobles' of the wizard's family? I'd say they'd be the first ones if anyone could be canonized—Fudge would be happy to do that, if the Ministry If there is something new to be made and there is a profit behind it, then there must be something for him. You know that there is an army of goblins in the Ministry, right?"

"Why do you say that I have a good relationship with him? You are implying that Minister Fudge will proclaim himself a king or something for the sake of power. If you ask me, even if the minister is out of tune, this is too ostentatious. I thought goblins would not be willing to sacrifice their lives for human beings." How many times have you rebelled in history class, huh?" Faced with the rich content in Luna's sentence, I responded to her three rambling sentences one by one.

Luna suddenly lost interest in goblins, or rather, she wanted to find another time to talk to me later: because the bell rang before class.She seized the last few seconds when the professor didn't come in and said quickly: "Malfoy's trouble with Harry after the divination class yesterday was turned into a ferret by Professor Moody."

After going around for a long time, it turned out that I wanted to gossip.Luna even gossips in such a different way.

As for Malfoy, although I felt a lot calmer in the school infirmary yesterday, he is actually an arrogant guy. It seems that not everyone can mature after going through danger.

I shook my head, just as Malfoy flinched a little, I followed his gaze and returned my attention to Professor Moody who had just entered the classroom.His prosthetic leg caught everyone's attention, and the students tried to avoid meeting his rolling eyes.I looked him over carefully, sticking out my tongue for poor real Moody - he should be unconscious in the basement in that box by now.

The fake Professor Moody took out the roster and started to roll the rolls. When most of the Slytherin students were called, his face would be undisguisedly ugly, and when it came to "Draco Malfoy", he would speak gruffly. Warning: "A decent wizard will not sneak up on others in the back. Don't always chase after others like a joke fireworks to provoke others, understand?"

Malfoy received the attention of the entire classroom, and nodded slightly unwillingly.

This lesson is about the three unforgivable curses.Moody torturing poor spiders on the podium, and I'm pretending to be serious, while discovering that both of these spells I've experienced to the fullest in the Boyle's cellar, if I were to be honest and write about A paper that was tortured and questioned, I think I will write it very well.

For the next two weeks, Moody, who seemed to have no scruples, called all the students up to experience the Rementia Charm.Benelli seems to have been asked to play a squirrel or something with a big tail, Dange, a little embarrassed and reluctant, makes a nasty joke about himself (he seems to be a little more resistant to it), and finally Lou Luna did a perfect parody of Fudge's inaugural speech, with a strong irony attached to it--I doubt Professor Moody would be happy to do it if he didn't use the Dementia Curse on her.

To everyone's surprise, he didn't embarrass Malfoy too much, and just let him dance around the podium three times, but this seems to be an insult to Malfoy, who is so important to his face, and he returned to his seat Although his expression was natural at the time, the faint blush on his face betrayed him, which showed that he was very angry now.

When it was my turn, Professor Moody pointed his wand, and my mind wandered, echoing his order: Sing the Hogwarts school song to the tune of Celestina's new song "A Pot of Hot Love".I can get rid of this order with a little struggle, but I hesitated for a while, thinking that there is no need to be too eye-catching in front of this crazy little Crouch, I'd better keep it handy.

So I smirked and started to sing, because the length of the lyrics of the two songs was very different. I was short of words and sentences, and sang a song perfunctorily, but I still got applause from my classmates.

"Oh, I like this version of the school song." Padma Patil gave me an encouraging smile when I returned to my seat and sat down.

Everyone is paying attention to the Triwizard Tournament, and the excitement has been even more intense since getting the exact news that the two schools will arrive on Friday night, October 10th, and it seems that all the topics are going on around this.

"I think the chosen ones must be from our house," said just back from Care of Fantastic Creatures class, as Hagrid's snails grew at an alarming rate and everyone huddled around the Ravenclaw table exhausted After eating lunch slowly, Dan Qi opened his mouth and brought the topic to the Tournament, "Slytherin people are only busy showing off their pedigree and paying attention to flashy things, and most of them have bad conduct; Gryffindor is a powerful opponents, but they seemed to have a poor source of students a few years ago, the families of the Potters and Weasleys are still young, and there are no outstanding students over the age of 17..." His analysis was correct (but he automatically ignored Hufflepuff) I know that Gryffindor and Slytherin students did not get selected in the end, and of course Ravenclaw's did not, let Danqi look forward to it for a while now.

"Speaking of Gryffindor, one of their Quidditch suitors is also suitable for the age. That girl seems to be very powerful." I reminded.

Danqi gave me a strange look: "Aren't you not interested in Quidditch?"

"Occasionally, I will also pay attention to the situation between the colleges." I took a sip of borscht without expression: today the house elves chose Russian-style dishes.

Benelli began to point fingers at Ravenclaw students who were about the same age, guessing which one would be selected, and I listened carefully while eating: These Ravenclaw students seemed to be better than each other, but this It also further illustrates Cedric's excellence.

Cedric is now walking into the auditorium with a few classmates. They are a little excited and longing, making gestures, as if they are also discussing the hegemony competition.

This is the first person destined to die in this story-not including Professor Quirrell and the diary.

Speaking of the trajectory of fate, I grasped the law of "order" that maintains the normal progress of the story: If I don't intentionally change the development of the story and the fate of the characters, I can still be tolerated, but where is the bottom line of this tolerance? I still don't know, and I don't have the guts to challenge.

On the contrary, if you intend to challenge the developmental context, the consequences will be more serious. Just thinking about it will make you dizzy for a long time, as if you just got off a broomstick with a shofar wind.

Based on this situation, I controlled myself not to think too much, and just calmly watched one of the future champions discussing the two schools he was going to arrive at with some excitement. His vitality seemed so vigorous now—a A young man with a bright future.

This really has nothing to do with me, I lowered my head and took another sip of the soup.

……

That's life, isn't it?

I didn't think too much about this question, because it was still a long time.For now, at least, everything seems to be undecided.

Let's figure it out later, I said to myself, even though I know I can't help much with the rules.

When I was going back to the tower for an afternoon nap after lunch, the three Harrys appeared out of nowhere and blocked my way. I was a little nervous, thinking he was going to ask me about my relationship with Sirius in public, and then Hey Min squeezed out from behind the two of them, and spread out her palms. It was a badge with SPEW written on it.

I looked at that badge and was a little speechless.Hermione began to explain the protection of the rights and interests of elves, including the delicious Russian-style dishes on the dinner table today. As she was talking, she noticed that Dan Qi and Benelli were still waiting for me. Get two more and encourage them to join the club too.Harry was a little embarrassed standing behind, and Ron even put on an embarrassing and disgusted expression.

Since I didn't come to question about hiding my identity, I breathed a sigh of relief and cheerfully bought all three, getting Hermione's approving smile.

After saying goodbye to the three Gryffindors, I tossed two badges to Dench and Benelli: "As a thank you for helping me buy my supplies for the new term."

The two of them, one holding rose red and the other bright purple, responded with a sneer: "At least give us 'vomit' in a different color."

Friday afternoon was fast approaching, and the last class was Transfiguration, and everyone was more than happy to miss a lesson from Professor McGonagall: fair as she was, she was quite stern indeed.

The students went down the stairs and stood in the foyer, lined up under the direction of the dean.It is already evening, and a pale moon can be seen in the sky.Everyone waited in excitement for a while, and then Dumbledore was the first to discover Beauxbatons who had come from afar. A huge powder-blue house that could be called a carriage was dragged by Pegasus. It landed quickly, scaring away the impulsive students in the first few rows.

I was stunned for a while, not very interested in this situation: just from the color of the carriage, Beauxbatons did not leave a good impression on me.

Madame Maxime got off the carriage gracefully, followed by thirteen or four male and female students. Their school uniforms were light blue robes.

The two principals exchanged pleasantries about Pegasus and single malt whiskey.I was bored staring at the lake, hoping that Durmstrang's big boat would arrive soon, and when my eyes unconsciously retracted from the lake, I swept past those Beauxbaton students who were shivering with cold.Then I felt like I was slammed, and I didn't recover for a long time.

What are you doing... I'm dumbfounded, what's going on?

That incomparably beautiful girl who caught the attention of the boys here is Furong, that's right, and the 17-year-old boy with curly hair who closed his eyes and didn't speak not far from her, turned out to be Bruce... The boy I met once in the cellar of Yier's house, "my" brother!