[hp] stay out of it

To get Vincent's memories, it feels like watching 1 years of movies from the No.11 perspective.Although I won't be too much affected by his subjective feelings, just like watching a movie will produce a sense of substitution, I watched Vincent's short life from the perspective of Vincent, and naturally I hated Bruce for a while. I can't like it.

I shook my head at Sirius, showing that I didn't care much about my half-brother.

Regarding Dan Qi and Benelli's question, I told them the effect of this spell, but at the same time I really didn't understand how he could perfectly cast the ice spell, which is the most powerful attack magic recorded in the porcelain stone. For the advanced one, the Boyle family may record some low-level magic in parchment, but these more advanced and important parts will only be allowed to be stored in more reliable porcelain stones—that is, once the porcelain stones are fully If it is broken, most of the spells will be lost.

Sirius looked a little more serious, and asked: "Are you sure that the last three remaining are not handed out? Have you or Helen used this spell in front of him?"

Dan Qi and Benelli gasped. They obviously thought of the part in Helen's biography that described Bruce's injuries—internal organs were damaged and severe frostbite.Sirius hadn't paid attention to this prestigious woman abroad before (partly because he had been squatting in Azkaban), so he didn't know about that period of the past.

I said frankly: "Bruce was indeed under this spell when he went to the hospital. But it was impossible just that one time! Even if he memorized the spell, it is impossible for him to learn how to cast magic. If magic is so simple, Huo Gwartz can go bankrupt, and the crystal ball that records spells can take on all the teaching tasks for young wizards."

Danqi suggested: "You really need to find a chance to talk to him-about his Trojan horse, this disappearance, and this magic thing."

But Sirius misunderstood, he frowned slightly: "He fell under this spell—Helen actually treats her own son...? Is there something inside?"

I scratched my head and said with some embarrassment, "It wasn't Helen who did it—it was me who cast the spell."

Benelli, Dan Qi, and the young Sirius all looked at me in disbelief, as if they were reevaluating me instantly.Well, I think, Vincent, I may have had your credit for the porcelain stone magic, but now I have to take the blame for your cruelty.

"You must have your reasons," Benelli said bluntly, "right, Vincent?"

After knowing that it was Helen who asked to see her two sons duel, the young Vincent and Bruce were obviously the victims of crazy parents, and the balance of sympathy naturally tilted to my side.

"Merlin's beard! What the hell is she thinking, let the kids do it!" Benelli said indignantly.But Dan Qi saw my worry and comforted me: "We won't treat you differently because of what you did. We have seen what kind of person you are in the past three years."

Sirius didn't say anything, but he looked like he was thinking about a new way of parenting - a look I'd seen on the faces of my former parents before they forced me to stop working on it. "That's really impractical. How could you choose this as your research direction? Where did your thinking start to go wrong?" They half-questioned and half-accused.

There wasn't much time left for people to discuss, and soon the so-called "Chinese" Fireball Dragon was settled in the field.Actually, that lizard is a very nice and festive one, I think.

Cedric conjured up a Newfoundland Hound to attract the attention of the dragon, although the dragon changed its defense plan later, but fortunately, he got the golden egg by chance.Bagman explained: "Cedric Diggory's actions are consistent with Hufflepuff's style, humble and gentle. He is worthy of being a warrior from this excellent academy! Everyone, after seeing the violence and violence of the previous two Stimulation, maybe this kind of coping method is what our magic method recommends? Of course, this is just my speculation, and everything depends on the judges... The judges are about to show their scores, and I look forward to Digory's scores. How much is it!"

As Bagman guessed, the judges obviously preferred this kind of safe plan—Bruce’s approach was purely betting his own life, at least judging from Professor McGonagall’s extremely disapproving expression just now, if Bruce If she was in charge, severe criticism would be inevitable.

So although Cedric's performance was not as eye-catching as the previous two, and was relatively well-behaved, his score actually surpassed the precise Krum, and he was only two points away from Bruce, who took the risk. "Actually, the part where the dragon chased him at the end was quite exciting, but compared with the previous two, it wasn't enough." A Gryffindor sitting in front of me commented.

Seeing that the Chinese fireball dragon was not blinded or had its internal organs damaged, the dragon trainers were obviously relieved, and ran up one after another, leading the fireball dragon as if taking their own little fox dog from under the noses of violent elements. left.

The last player in the draw was Harry.The atmosphere in Gryffindor suddenly became heated, but the students who were familiar with Harry clenched their fists and looked forward nervously.What I didn't expect was that Professor McGonagall got down from her seat while the venue was being cleaned up and the warriors were preparing.

I didn't notice her getting up at first, until a shadow was cast in front of me, and the students around me lowered their voices consciously, then I looked towards the source of the shadow and saw the very serious Professor McGonagall.In the three years I've only dealt with her in the coursework, it's enough for me to understand the expression of the professor when he is extremely angry, just like now: her mouth is tightly pressed, her eyes are as sharp as a hawk, and she exudes It's not just the "you've failed your Transfiguration homework for three weeks" kind of suffocating air.

I was taken aback, and it took all my strength to resist not subconsciously turning back to look at Sirius - which made people more suspicious - I tried to show a surprised expression as naturally as possible: "Good morning, Professor."

Professor McGonagall glanced back and forth between the three of us Ravenclaws with eyes that seemed to be able to shoot a curse. Tone: Even if Professor McGonagall obviously discovered who was sitting here just now—as long as he was not caught immediately, Sirius would always have a way to escape.Benelli blinked, raised his face and gave Professor McGonagall a smirk, trying to get away: "Professor, we are supporting Harry, so we sat here and didn't ask..."

"If you really support Harry, you shouldn't have..." Professor McGonagall interrupted Benelli sharply, and then stopped abruptly, probably because there were too many curious ears and blatant eyes nearby. She gave me a stern look, "Every one of you, deduct fifty points from Ravenclaw." I heard everyone around me gasp, and in fact, I wasn't very calm myself.

"Professor, you have to give us a chance to explain..." I hurriedly protested.

Professor McGonagall whispered sternly, "I'm just giving you another chance, so I didn't call the Ministry and lock you up right away. Do you know the law, Mr. White?" Then she raised her voice and ordered : "Mr. White, come with me. As for you two, Mr. Phillips and Mr. Hornby, please follow Professor Flitwick obediently, and don't run around again, do you hear me?"

Benelli and Danqi nodded quickly, and I obediently stood up and left the stands with Professor McGonagall. The Gryffindor students were all sticking out their tongues, thinking that the serious Professor McGonagall would not allow students from other colleges to sit over. Next to Wendbrom's twin sister Parvati flinched - she was also a Ravenclaw.

Before I left, I glanced at the referee's bench and found that Barty Crouch was still sitting on it steadily and meticulously. I couldn't help feeling a little grateful to Professor McGonagall—it seemed that she hadn't noticed the students yet. The ministry was told about the hiding of the fugitives at the school, but all the professors at the school seemed out of place, moving nervously among the students, apparently on patrol.The time for Harry's turn was long gone, but Bagman reported that Madam Pomfrey insisted on giving Harry a necessary medical examination, so the game would be delayed for a while.Immediately there were countless complaints like "the troubled savior" on the court.

On the way Professor McGonagall led me to the referee's seat (I guess this was to report to Professor Dumbledore), many clever students also gradually discovered the abnormal behavior of the tense nerve core of the teachers. They didn't know why, and started whispering.For a moment, an ominous and tense atmosphere spread among the students.

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