[hp] stay out of it

Professor McGonagall led me all the way to the open space under the referee's seat, and ordered a Slytherin student to go up and ask the headmaster to come down to deal with the matter, and then she didn't look at me, but swept the auditorium from time to time, but she gave up immediately It is simply too easy to find a person who deliberately pretends to be a deliberate person from the bustling delegation of four colleges and two schools.In fact, I think it's surprising enough that she's just been able to spot a troublemaker she once taught from a bunch of Gryffindor-painted students.

It seems that Karkarov's voice came from above: "...Leave now?...Don't make a fuss..." or something, the headmaster said something modestly, and after a few seconds, his pointy shoes The head appeared first on the steps, followed by the fine robes and the long silver beard.

He seemed to understand what happened after he glanced at the tense and angry Professor McGonagall and the nervous and innocent me. Professor McGonagall said hurriedly: "Albus, there are some things you need to know..."

"This kid brought Sirius into the school? You want to tell me that." The headmaster nodded and said unhurriedly.

Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up: "You already knew—so you've already solved the problem?"

"There is no problem here, Minerva," said Headmaster Dumbledore, in a persuasive tone, "I didn't tell you before, but now it seems necessary-Sirius, the child's father, is actually innocent ..."

Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, as if he was controlling himself not to cry out in the first place, and then tried to refute Professor Dumbledore not so fiercely: "Innocent? Please forgive me, Albus, you have to realize that this There's a whole street of witnesses in the case, it's set in stone—and what he did last year! I don't see how he's innocent anymore."

I rubbed my nose, thinking that after Sirius officially appeared in the Order of the Phoenix this year, Dumbledore would spend a lot of time to clarify this matter roughly.Thinking about it is a job that kills people's patience.

Professor Dumbledore became a little serious: "Be careful, Minerva." Professor McGonagall remembered that I was right next to her, and coughed apologetically.The principal went on to say: "If the truth is deliberately concealed, the unintentional person cannot see through the fog of disguise and misleading. Professor, if you really want the undistorted truth, I don't think anyone will mind telling you carefully." Shown in detail - but first things first, I think it's better to let the game go on, don't you?"

The people in the stands were already a little irritable, and I saw that Professor McGonagall seemed to want to say something, so I couldn't help but interjected: "Professor, Sirius just wanted to come to watch Harry's game in person—you know, someone complained about that The cup moved its hands and feet..."

"These shameless deeds should not be used by you students to talk casually," Professor McGonagall was a little upset, "Principal, since you said that-Hogwarts can't stand one more I am a criminal who is eyeing tigers, but who can guarantee that the cup is not made by Sirius?"

"Don't refuse to think about it," said Professor Dumbledore meaningfully. "Before you are stabbed by the news of betrayal, at least find a way to confirm its authenticity-although I haven't done it myself... Think about his previous experience." Show, do you really think he's the type to do such a thing?—Well, Minerva, give me a little confidence in the old man. At least let Harry play first, or there's going to be a real mess. "

There were faint signs of riots in the stands. Professor McGonagall glanced at the impatient students above, then gave up his persistence helplessly, and said a little helplessly: "Okay, okay. I will notify the teachers that the alarm is lifted, since You vouched for Sirius."

Professor Dumbledore nodded, turned back, and made a little joke before leaving: "Kakarov has tried to use the detection spell for the third time to see if I am playing tricks down there, Merlin bless you, if I don't go up again, He might have asked the dragon trainers to do a physical exam on that dragon or something—in case I really knew something."

"Maybe he wanted to do it himself." Professor McGonagall was not amused by the ridicule, but instead shifted his grievances to the principal of the friend school who was suspected of being a Death Eater, and then turned his gaze to me who was a little eager to leave, "As for you , just find a place to sit down. Don’t run around in the stands.” With her eyes, she killed my idea of ​​finding the whereabouts of Sirius immediately in the cradle.

"Hey, wait, professor," I suddenly remembered something important, "The 150 points..."

"Then I have to know that you haven't harbored..." She seemed to feel that it would be inappropriate to use the word "fugitive" in front of me now, so she paused and skipped the object, "...only concrete evidence."

The unselfish Professor McGonagall.

I had no choice but to find a seat nearby, and immediately realized that a golden-red Ravenclaw in a silver-green sea was not a good choice.A few sixth-year students next to me looked like they wanted to beat me up. I stood up and wanted to change to another house, only to realize that there was Hufflepuff on the other end of Slytherin.

Come on, I thought, I'll just step aside.

I pushed and shoved to the edge of the stairs, patted the dust off my body, and leaned against the wooden plank, thinking that I could finally calm down—speaking of which, how did Sirius disappear so quickly?It seems that the past few months of fleeing life has given him a lot of experience...

"I've called you several times, why didn't you answer?" Someone grabbed the Gryffindor scarf around my neck from behind, "Why do you dress up like this? Are you willing to degenerate?"

I turned around, and in front of me was Malfoy with the look of "I deigned to leave my place to find you and don't thank me", I pulled the corner of the scarf out of his hand (it was something I borrowed), and replied concisely :"did not hear."

Malfoy exhaled bitterly, grabbed my sleeve and led me up a few rows of seats, gesticulating to let Crabbe and Goyle squeeze in that direction, suddenly a deafening sound erupted from the stands, I ate Surprised, looking back, Harry was already sitting on the fire and flew up.So I was formally seated in the Slytherin stands all in gold and red.

In the end Harry got a little bit of an injury and got the egg almost perfectly—not rough, not boring, not too risky—in fact, most would say he was pretty good at it, if It wasn't for the extra barbs on the dragon's tail, maybe he wouldn't even suffer that injury.

The referees all gave Harry a satisfactory score, perhaps because of his excellent way of watching, and finally scored three points more than Bruce, becoming the champion of the first round.This is not the same as Fleur's result as a warrior. I guess Bruce's overly aggressive and desperate style made a counterexample, which made Harry more favored by the referees.

Bagman said a lot of good things, and then it seemed that he was going to step off the stage to give the Warriors face-to-face instructions for the next round.Then there was an unexpected turn of events, Barty Crouch - Director of the Department of International Cooperation, who had arrested the black wizard as a candidate for the former Minister of Obedience - suddenly cast a flying spell and snatched away the giggling Harry's broomstick, then flew on to the opposite stand, overturned two rows of seats, knocked over several students, and picked out one person in the surrounding uproar.

"Oh, now it seems that although he doesn't show his flying skills very much, Crouch's flying skills may not be worse than mine." Bagman made a joke to avoid silence, but when he recognized the gloomy and excited After the two expressions merged into one face, Crouch took a breath after who was the person he was holding in his hand, and the voice spread throughout the stands with the magic amplification.

A bewildered middle-aged man who was almost huddled under Crouch's righteous glare, he was swinging his limbs in vain, trying to escape from Crouch's shackles.Crouch pointed his wand at him, and said a spell. Several iron chains exuding a cold luster came out from the top of the wand, tightly wrapped around the limbs and neck of the captured person, leaving a tight end at the end. In Crouch's own hand.

"Oh, Merlin, could it be, wouldn't it be... He was actually at Hogwarts—Crouch caught Sirius Black!"