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The dinner at the beginning of school is always very rich, with puddings that pop up again after eating one, baked potatoes piled up in hills, pies of various flavors - but Hermione didn't seem to want to eat any of them, she suddenly said to Huo Gwartz's use of house-elves generated great outrage, but it was clear that none of the students around her could quite understand why she was so angry.After the long journey and Peeves' water bomb attack, everyone felt that they could eat a dragon, so after trying to persuade her, they found that they couldn't change her mind at all and chose to continue facing their plates wolf.

"Something happened at the Quidditch World Cup, they met Mr Crouch's house-elf in the top box, and something happened after that - well, we were asked by the Ministry of Magic not to talk about it, anyway the house-elf The elf was expelled." Seeing my confused face, Longbottom explained to me, "Hermione feels the house-elf has been treated unfairly."

"Very unfair and inhuman treatment!" Hermione corrected Neville angrily, watching Ron Weasley eat his mouth full.

"They're not human in the first place." Blake tugged at his tie and smiled lightly.

"I don't expect you to understand, I know that you are also a young master who was served by house elves since childhood!" Hermione refused to eat a bite, and looked at the dazzling array of food on the table with her arms folded, "This is all about squeezing slaves." the result of!"

"Our house-elf is annoying," Blake said, shaking his head as he sliced ​​his steak. "Crazy, foul-mouthed, and my favorite person is my grandma who thinks all Muggles should die. Daddy and I are annoying." It's broken, but Mom says it can do a little work at least."

Hermione's breathing became heavy, and she made up her mind not to say a word to Black for the rest of the time.Ron Weasley saw that Hermione didn't eat anything, so he specially brought the things she used to love to lure her in front of her (boys are so annoying), until she gave her a hard look Convergence.

The last golden plate became as clean as ever, and everyone became confused because of the full meal. If it weren't for the lightning flashing from time to time in the sky on the ceiling, everyone would almost forget that they were walking through the rainstorm not long ago and were hungry.Professor Dumbledore stood up again, and began to explain the precautions in the school as in previous years (to be honest, it is useless, and those who should violate the school rules will still violate the school rules).

"—I also regret to tell you that the Academy Cup will not be held this year."

The boys were dumbfounded by the news, and Potter even cried out.

"This is because a large-scale event will start in October and last for the entire school year, occupying a lot of time and energy of the teachers. In order to prepare for this event, many teachers have sacrificed a lot of their vacation time and time with their families—— But I'm sure everyone at Hogwarts will have a lot of fun, and I'm very happy to announce that this year at Hogwarts—"

A deafening thunderclam engulfed the words after him, and the doors of the auditorium slammed open.A man stood at the door, his terrifying face and body illuminated by lightning—he looked like the scariest wizard that could be described in those good night story books, with scars on every inch of his skin, when everyone saw his face clearly He almost couldn't help making a sound of panic when he opened his eyes-he had a big eye that spun wildly, as if it had been hard-picked out of the head of a horror doll and was installed on the head, because his other normal eye Existence makes it even more weird.

Alastor Moody, known as Mad Eye, was an Auror who frightened dark wizards before retiring. He was also a senior respected by his mother. He seemed to have helped his mother a lot.He walked uncoordinatedly to Dumbledore's side (I heard Brown let out a horrified whimper as the wooden feet showed), shook his hand and sat down on the teacher's chair.Dumbledore introduced to everyone who was still sluggish that Moody would be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for this school year-the students didn't seem to hear it. Watching Moody pull out the curved bottle from his cloak, and the blue eyeball still rolling around.

"Then, let's continue the topic just now." Dumbledore said with a smile, not caring that everyone was still staring at Moody in a daze. Centuries-long event—the Triwizard Tournament."

The huge noise instantly filled the entire auditorium, and everyone began to whisper excitedly, even Hermione, who had been sulking just now, showed an expression of disbelief.After Dumbledore gave a brief introduction to the Triwizard Tournament (not many people were listening), the uproar didn't stop, especially when he said that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's students would compete in the Arriving at Hogwarts in October, where the eventual winner of the [-] Galleon prize was to be awarded, the uproar reached its peak—several students, such as the Weasley twins, even stood up on stools and yelled that they were going to participate. .

"—The participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have reached a consensus that this year's Triwizard Tournament will have an age limit, and only those who have reached the age of 17—yes, one day less will not work, and only adult students are allowed to sign up." During the fierce protest Dumbledore said calmly, "I understand everyone's desire to win honor for Hogwarts, but safety comes first. We will have comprehensive measures to ensure that only students who meet the age requirements can sign up, and I hope that those who are underage will not waste time ("That's weird!!" the Weasley twins shouted), and I hope that in this school year, everyone can treat foreign dignitaries warmly and friendly, and promote exchanges between each other. Now—— I hope you all go to bed and go into class tomorrow refreshed for the new school year."

Draco was not very interested in this kind of competition, and a thousand Galleons had limited appeal to him, not to mention that Dumbledore emphasized that the previous competition would kill people-he had never been very courageous in this regard.I just raised my head to look at his expression, and it was exactly as I guessed, he was yawning and playing with a small ball in his hand.

"By the way, McLaggen said a lot about you in the car before—not nice things, to those senior boys." In a bunch of twitter discussions about the Triwizard Tournament and Hogwarts Warriors During the conversation, Hermione leaned into my ear and whispered, "Be careful, he looks tough."

"Haven't I heard less bad words?" I shrugged, "I wish he would say a few more bad things about me and stay away from me."

"If there is no 17-year-old limit, do you want to be a warrior?" I asked Hermione curiously.

"Me? I can't, our knowledge is not enough, Dumbledore is right, those projects are not something we can handle, they need advanced magic—"

The boys obviously didn't think so. When they returned to the lounge, they were still excitedly imagining what it would be like if they became warriors, while the girls began to point their fingers and list the grown-up students in Hogwarts. The first mentioned It was Cedric Diggory.

"Come on, we don't want a cream boy to be the representative of Hogwarts!" Ron Weasley said loudly.

"You are jealous!" His words were instantly drowned out by the girls' objections.

However, the ensuing classes on the second day extinguished everyone's enthusiasm quite a bit, the pungent, sticky babo tuber pus, and the white and sticky fried tail that Hagrid didn't know where to get. The snail——it made people lose their appetite for the thick soup at noon, but Hermione wolfed down a lot, and then hurried to the library alone.The arithmetic and divination class in the afternoon was finally a relief. There was no sticky thing, and Professor Victor hasn't assigned us any homework yet.

"Alice."

After class, I packed my schoolbag and was about to go back, but I heard my father calling my name on the other side of the corridor.

"Dad?" I said goodbye to Hermione and walked up to Dad, feeling a bit uneasy - Mum must have told Dad about my running around on the night of the Quidditch World Cup Final, but he's been too busy all this time , Are you going to take me to his office to reflect on my mistakes against the wall right now?

He touched my head, and I realized that my father and I hadn't seen each other for two months, which was actually a long time for us father and daughter, after all, we were in Hogwarts most of the time. Ci.I always feel that my relationship with my mother is closer, and I long for her company more, but in fact, since I was a child, my father is by my side more. He doesn’t need to write to me, and doesn’t need to send me cakes and gifts. , because in fact he has always been by my side, and I seem to take this kind of company as a habit, so that I haven't written a letter to him during the two months of vacation.

"Go back." He said abruptly, waving his hand stiffly, "I hope your Transfiguration this year will improve as much as last school year."

Every time I recall the past between me and my father, I will fall into regret. If I can hug my father at this time, if I can frankly say to him that I miss him at that time, if at some point I Being able to tiptoe in the crowd and wave to him—the guilt was all the more acute after we had narrowly survived facing death a few times, especially when I became a mother and watched my child babble and toddler. After the first little spark from my fingertips, I hardly dared to think how much grief I would have endured if my father hadn't survived the war. I was relieved that my little girl was very happy. I like her grandfather, and I always yell for him to hug. Of course, the big reason is that I lied to her that the nasty potions were made by my mother or father.

I went down to the foyer for dinner (wish no goo) and found quite a few Gryffindors gathered there, with Ron Weasley looking dreamy like someone just poured him a whole pint of Forthem agent.

"What happened?" I asked Hermione, confused.

"Uh..." She tried her best to suppress her smile, and I seemed to feel that she was thinking about how to word it.

"I want to etched this event into my memory forever," said Ron Weasley reverently, "Draco Malfoy, that great ferret that jumped and jumped . . . "

"Well, he wasn't hurt, Professor McGonagall came over to stop him almost immediately," Hermione said to me in a low voice in order not to spoil the joy of the boys, "it was Malfoy who provoked first, he used the prophet The daily reports insulted Ron's mother, and Harry and the others naturally fought back, and Professor Moody happened to see Malfoy cast a spell on Harry, turning him into a, er, ferret - and Professor Moody turned him into a ferret. Malfoy took it, probably to Professor Snape's office - sorry I couldn't help laughing, that scene...although I know it's dangerous and Professor Moody shouldn't have done it."

I didn't expect Professor Moody to be alone in my dad's office. He said he was here to hand Draco over to my dad, but he wasn't there. He stayed here because he admired my dad's collection. For a moment - few people can call the various things soaked in various containers in Dad's office an object to be admired. He also asked about my mother and praised her performance in hunting down Peter Pettigrew.

When I found Draco he was throwing a tantrum by the lake, sitting on the bank throwing stones at his feet into the lake one by one.When I walked over, he looked up suddenly, there were still tears on his face, and his hair and collar were messed up—it seemed that he was in a terrible mood.

"My dad—he's going to talk to my dad if he's capable." I heard him grit his teeth and say to himself after I sat next to him, "It's not like our house hasn't been searched by those idiots from the Ministry of Magic. What did that stupid red-haired gopher daddy stare at my house and find? Scum, scum... someday..."

"Don't laugh!" He yelled at me viciously, "It's not funny at all! Don't laugh, hear me!"

"I didn't see anything." I pursed my lips and forced myself not to think about how he "jumped up and down".

"You must have heard them. How did Granger tell you? She laughed her belly out, didn't she!" He threw another big rock into the lake.

"Actually, she said it was very wrong for Professor Moody to do this. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall arrived immediately." I took out my wand and tapped the scratches under his eyes that were still mixed with fine sand, "Don't move, poke to your eyes—healed as before."

"Hypocritical!" he said aloud. "You still speak for her—I've been turned into a ferret!"

There were still a few scratches on his arm. After I took out a handkerchief and asked him to wipe the dust off his face, he was still angry and opened my hand.Given that this experience was indeed a great insult to him, I am not going to discuss it with him.

"Would you like to visit Madam Pomfrey?" He didn't refuse when I reached out to help him wipe the dust off his face, "If there is any bruise—"

"No." He replied angrily, but he didn't say any more harsh words. "I can't see what my hair looks like, help me comb it."

"I didn't bring a comb," I said, "Hey...get up!"

I poked his head in my lap with my fingers and he closed his eyes unmoved.

"I didn't turn you into a ferret." I muttered, stretching out my hand to stroke the hair on his forehead casually, "Well, don't open your eyes, you still have a little scratch on your eyelid-I let you Don't open your eyes!"

When the hot breath from his breath hit my palm, I felt like I was scalded by the potion boiling out of the cauldron. I was startled, and for some reason I almost wanted to throw his whole head off my skirt Push up and down.I don’t know if you have ever eaten the volcano chocolate in the Honeydukes candy store. The hot, rich-flavored fruit pulp is wrapped in cold chocolate. The shudder rages from the cold tip of the tongue to the lips and teeth, and the whole body is full of excitement-every year there will be different new flavors and different new packaging, but there will never be as deep an impression as the first time you eat it, Because only the first time you don't know what temperature is wrapped in that cold chocolate.

This was probably the first real, irrevocable realization that we were no longer little kids on toy broomsticks, with toy wands, hitting each other with spells we made up, and that we were lying on my lap. He was almost a head taller than me when he was young, and his voice was completely different from when he was a child. Sometimes I couldn't quickly distinguish what he was saying from the crowd.We're gradually becoming more and more different, in every sense of the word.Of course I knew we were growing up, especially because he was under a growth spell—but something had fundamentally changed since that moment, and I was only vaguely aware of it at the time.

"Are you ready?" he asked, frowning, and wrapped his Slytherin ring finger around a lock of long hair hanging on my chest. "Why are you silent all of a sudden?"

"I, I'm hungry." I snapped his hand open and stood up, ignoring his head slamming to the ground, feeling like I just ate a pepper urchin—no, a whole one The little urchin with a box of peppers muttered indiscriminately, "I'm going back to the auditorium for dinner, a lot of homework—Professor Victor assigned a lot..."

I heard him laughing behind my back, as if he wasn't angry anymore, it's fine, it's fine.

It would be better if my heartbeat was not so fast.