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The next few days were obviously difficult for Potter, and after experiencing the initial excitement, the Gryffindors also found themselves being treated coldly by other houses-needless to say, Slytherin, Gryffindor The probability of Fendor falling in love with Slytherin is lower than the probability of Merlin being resurrected. Hufflepuff, who has always had a good relationship with Gryffindor, began to mock Gryffindor, and Ravenclaws obviously felt that Potter Participating in violation of the regulations is a disgraceful act that violates the rules of the competition.

Yes, no matter how much Potter tried to explain to everyone that he hadn't put the note with his own parchment in the Goblet of Fire, no matter how badly Black yelled at his cousin Susan Burns, no matter How patiently Hermione showed her analysis to those around her, it didn't change most people's opinion.Perhaps the most painful thing for Potter was not the indifference of other houses to him, but the fact that Ron Weasley seemed determined not to be friends with him again.

Hermione spends almost all of her time with Potter and Black, who are becoming more and more irritable. This is the right decision, otherwise Black would definitely be flying around in the sky with various unsuccessful summoning spells in Charms class Blackboard erasers and wastebaskets to attack a laughing Slytherin, and Potter would crumpled up a letter from his mother and threw it into the lounge fireplace with a dark face.She also sternly asked me not to express any opinion, even towards Potter, about Slytherin's sarcastic slander against Potter.

"Alice, you're only going to make things worse." She came to this wonderful conclusion, "Harry knows you trust him, I told him, and that's a huge comfort to him. Right now I just want him to devote himself to the first project - no information at all! It's unbelievable, don't they really care if Harry lives or dies! Anyway, I've come up with a list of useful spells I made a form, and Tallus and I will practice with him after dinner—what are they doing?"

We reached the door of the Potions classroom, where a group of laughing Slytherins were gathered, each with a large badge pinned to the front of their robes.At first I didn't think it was a big deal, it just said in bright colors "Support Cedric Diggory - A True Champion of Hogwarts!" (Actually they never looked down on Hufflepuffs, but An enemy's competitor is clearly a friend to them).

After Potter and Talus walked over, Draco triumphantly took the lead and pressed on the badge. The badges in all directions were aimed at Potter's face, showing the words "Potter Stinks" in emerald green.

"This shows that you are quite self-aware, doesn't it?" Talus stopped Potter and laughed loudly, "Using your college's green to match this kind of word? You also know that you are only worthy of such a word?"

"Very funny performance art." Talus stretched out a hand to Draco, "I admire your courage to recognize yourself, Malfoy, remember to draw another jumping one on the badge next time." Sweet little ferret."

Draco's face darkened in an instant, and he shot very quickly, but Talus and Potter's wands were already in his hands, and Crabbe and Goyle could be ignored.I failed to hold Hermione, who was trying to stop their hallway fight, and just took my wand out of my pocket and watched as she was hit by a spell that was deflected by the impact.

"What are you doing so noisy?" Dad appeared at the edge of the crowd at some point. He calmly glanced at Goyle, who was lying on the ground with boils all over his face, and Hermione, who was covering her mouth in horror.The Slytherins chattered around him and started explaining, and I interrupted them loudly.

"Black and Malfoy got into an argument. They both attacked each other at the same time. Potter tried to separate them with a blocking spell, but all three spells were misfired. Black's spell hit Goyle, and Malfoy's spell hit Goyle. When it came to Granger's face, Potter's spell made it difficult for Longbottom and Weasley to get through the corridor." I tried to describe the process from a neutral perspective, looking into Dad's eyes With a little pleading, he said, "Dad, can I take them to the school hospital?"

It is my habit to address my father as "professor" or "sir" in public at school, and I think this can reduce my own particularity.I saw my father froze for a moment, then waved his hands and said expressionlessly: "Go."

Hermione almost turned around and ran away, her teeth were almost past her collar, and I heard the harsh laughter of the Slytherin girls led by Pansy Parkinson.I just squatted down and tried to support Goyle, and Goyle, who was still lying on the floor humming exaggeratedly just now, turned over and muttered indistinctly that he could walk by himself.

"What happened, what happened?" When I ran forward desperately trying to catch up with Hermione, I met Viktor Krum, who actually frowned and stopped me, "I saw that girl crying forward Run. She ignores me trying to help."

I suspected that Hermione, who was so focused on going to the school hospital as soon as possible, didn't hear him at all, and hurriedly said: "She's sick! I'm rushing to the school hospital to see her, sorry!" and left him where he was.

"I'm really afraid that something will happen to them in Potions class..." Madam Pomfrey kindly drew a curtain for Hermione. I sat outside the curtain and waited for her to recover before coming out. I heard Hermione mumbled (too long to pronounce) expressing concern in it.The boils on Goyle's face disappeared after Madam Pomfrey drank a cup of the disgusting-looking potion, and then he was sent back to continue his classes.

"You can't always stay by their side and take care of everything for them." I comforted her, "If they want to do something, they have to bear the consequences."

Hermione was silent for a while, and I heard her sigh.

I don't want to go back to Potions class, it's the first time I've ever done it, and I'm probably annoyed by the bunch of shiny badges with nasty words on it, never mind that Draco must have made a huge contribution to it.I'm not interested in Potter or Cedric who can really represent Hogwarts, but obviously the Dracos don't really mean to support Cedric, they just want to seize a good opportunity to ridicule and anger That's all Potter.

"I have always wondered why Draco and Potter seem to have a deep hatred." Watching the sky outside slowly darken, I said with my fingers, "Just because of Quidditch? But they It seems that they have not only lost to the opponent."

Hermione pulled back the curtain, and her face had completely returned to normal. It still looked a little different from before, but I couldn't tell what had changed.

"You will understand one day." She tidied herself up, wiped away the tears from crying just now, and seemed to be in a better mood, "Boys, it's much more boring than you think. "

"Looks like it's already dinner time—oh my god, I thought I didn't waste too much time!" Hermione took out the potions textbook from her schoolbag angrily and flipped through it, "I missed the antidote, this part is very important." Be flexible, I may have a lot of things to ask you—"

"Miss Alice Snape? She should be in the same grade as Harry, um... Then I don't know, do you want to ask other students who are in the same grade as her?" As soon as we walked around a corner, we saw Colin Creevey, a short man holding a camera, talking to a woman with heavy makeup and curly hair. Our footsteps made them all turn their heads. The woman stood up and showed me A smile that gives me the creeps.

Rita Skeeter, the face I recognized almost immediately from the Daily Prophet column, didn't look as mean as the stuff she wrote, but that didn't stop me from running.

"Wait for me, honey, let's have a quick chat - just a few words please?" Stepped into the stairs that make people sink. "Honey, we're just chatting about your thoughts on Harry's participation in the Triwizard Tournament - without wasting any of your time!"

"What are you doing?" When I ran another corner out of breath and saw Draco with a bad face wearing a badge, he grabbed me, "When else are you going to call I'm Malfoy-"

I didn't have time to say a word to him, seeing Rita Skeeter coming around the corner, I couldn't imagine what kind of nonsense she would make up if she saw Draco grabbing me, so I had to pull Passing Draco's wrist: "Don't talk nonsense, follow me and don't let her see! I'll tell you something else later—"

"Who saw it?"

I have already forgotten which floor I am on, and my mind is all about finding a place where this woman can’t find it, and hiding myself so that she can’t find it again, but her footsteps seem to follow me everywhere, as if she didn’t catch me today. She doesn't stop providing material.

I've never run so recklessly and recklessly at Hogwarts.It's kind of funny looking back on it now, Hogwarts is a big place, especially for kids, and even after living in it for many years, most students don't get the chance to delve into all of its mysteries.Running past row after row of portraits with only vague shadows left in sight, almost bumping into freshly scrubbed armor, passing through the ghost's body like being poured with ice water from head to toe, running on a Not even knowing which stairs lead to which floor, until—

"I think no matter who you're hiding from, you've already left her behind." Draco stopped panting, and I also felt a faint taste of blood in my throat, "Who are you hiding from?"

"Uh," the fast heartbeat from running made me a little uncomfortable, I decided not to rest against the corridor wall like Draco, but paced back and forth, "Do you remember the previous prophet The daily? The one that, uh, said me and Potter—”

I widened my eyes, convinced that I heard the sound of unhurried footsteps again, and a woman's silver bell-like laughter: "Little girl, where are you? I just saw a boy with you, and Isn't it Harry Potter? It's funny..."

Just as I looked up, an inconspicuous small door appeared in the otherwise blank wall, and I was sure that there was nothing there just a few seconds ago.It is very dangerous to open a strange door casually, after all, you will never know what is beyond your imagination behind the door - but at that time, the most terrifying thing in the world in my mind may be the ghost behind it The lingering woman, I unscrewed the door almost without hesitation (didn't realize it was unlocked), Draco was watching suspiciously from the side, and when I was about to rush in he Grabbing my collar and pulling me behind him, he pulled out his wand.

"What the hell kind of place is this?" His tone became terrible, "Luminescence flickers."

Draco Malfoy wasn't a very brave man in those days, and that would be an understatement, he probably only had a teaspoon of guts, but that didn't stop him from putting up a hundred spoonfuls of pomp.Such a sudden appearance of an obviously weird room made him very uncomfortable, and I could feel that his breathing was even more disordered than after I was dragging him around.

"Don't walk forward! I seem to see something in front of me, it's very high..." His voice was trembling, and the left hand that grabbed my wrist was already covered in cold sweat, "I think we should retreat to the door , the reporter you mentioned, if she knows who I am, she shouldn't embarrass us..."

There was a tiny crackling overhead, and he almost jumped, but it was just a lamp being lit, and gradually the whole room was lit - it seemed too big to even see the opposite where is the wall.The "tall" thing Draco just said looked like a long column made up of a pile of garbage, and it could be seen that there were all kinds of books and weird metal objects stuffed inside, all covered with thick thick dust.

"Is this a maze?" I grabbed his shoulder and tried to look inside (he wouldn't let me go forward, as if some monster was about to come out and eat us both alive), "or A storage room? You see there's a broomstick in there too, it looks old... I don't think there's anything alive in it, don't be scared."

"I'm not afraid!" He yelled at me with a pale face, "what's there to be afraid of, what can there be in Hogwarts..."

"There's a basilisk." I managed to make his face turn pale, "You forgot that basilisk in the second grade——"

"Shut up!" He fiercely pulled me back behind him, who was trying to take a few steps forward out of curiosity again, "That's why Gryffindor is so annoying... what is that!!"

"Looks like a non-moving troll, eh, a specimen?" My neck hurts (I have to look over his shoulder) I heard his voice has changed, and I know he is really scared and wants to go He went to the front to be the one who opened the way, but he seemed to transfer all his fear to the hands that grabbed me. I doubted that if I tried harder, my sleeve would be torn. "Don't be afraid, if there is a monster, the movement we made will have attracted it."

At my insistence we moved forward cautiously (that's why Gryffindors hate Slytherin so much), it looked like a maze of rubbish, I saw some books scribbled Signed by the owner, there is a notebook cover with the coat of arms of Ravenclaw House.

"We seem to have entered a treasure maze." I looked around and said, "These seem to be left by Hogwarts students."

"Treasure?" Draco mocked me dryly. "You call this pile of... junk a treasure? Old books, rotten brooms, rags..."

"At least it doesn't look like a basilisk." I started to look at the stuffed troll that had just startled him. "Well, it still smells a bit. There's also a broken cabinet here, but it looks a little different from the other cabinets. -"

"Don't touch it!" He grabbed my hand that was about to touch the pattern on the cabinet, "I finally understand why every time I go to Bojinbok, my father asks me not to touch anything... I seem to be somewhere I've seen this pattern, where is it..."

He seemed lost in thought, and I was more interested in the things with names written on them.I have now found three sharp-looking wolf-fanged flying saucers, and at least ten bottles of potions that look like half-finished products. I think my guess is correct. This should be the place where various students have kept Hogwarts since its establishment. A place for stuff, and I was just thinking about finding a place to hide myself, so it opened up to us.

"It doesn't look solid here." Draco seemed to give up remembering where he saw the cabinet, and he looked at the things piled up to the ceiling around him, "It might collapse if you touch it a little bit, I think we still Good time out."

"I don't want Rita Skeeter talking nonsense about me and Potter anymore." I shuddered at the thought of the woman's voice. "I'd rather stay here a little longer."

Draco's tone became more cheerful: "In your opinion, that's all nonsense?"

I looked up at him inexplicably: "Why do you have doubts about this? I saw him for the first time when I boarded the Hogwarts Express train. If you are a childhood sweetheart, you should be you—but we were not together all the time when we were young. It's not appropriate either—the woman is making it up anyway, so there's nothing to say."

He seemed satisfied with my answer, and walked up and down almost knocking over a wall: "Then, why did you just call me Malfoy? You never called me that."

"I called Hermione Granger too." I blinked, wondering why he cared about such a trivial matter.

"You compare her with me?!" Draco curled his lips and kicked the rubbish beside him.

It was such a wrong decision that even the wall shook dangerously with a large piece of rubbish, large pieces of dust and some unnamed things fell down, and it was not even dared to cast a spell to make those Don't hit yourself with things - if they hit more things, we might just sleep right here.

We scrambled for the door to avoid the maze of garbage that looked like it was about to collapse, slowly repairing itself as it collapsed.

"Ouch!" A book fell on my head, and I picked up the crumpled book while spitting out the dust from my mouth. On the yellowed cover was a witch with a coquettish expression Give me a smile.

"A well-received wizard book tailored according to what you want." I frowned and looked at the slogan on it, "Well, will the things on it change? Draco, come and see? I can't open it, it seems to be stuck inside."

"What?" He frowned and patted the dust on his clothes, turned his head to look at the book I held up in front of him, his face flushed suddenly, then quickly took the book away from my hand and threw it in the go inside.

"What's wrong?" I watched him turn red from ears to neck, "Is there something dirty on it? Uh, let's go to Madam Pomfrey's..."

"You didn't see what was on it just now, did you?" he asked me strangely. "Just...while I'm holding it?"

"Didn't you throw it in all at once?" There was a muffled sound behind me, as if more things had collapsed, and the choking dust made me unscrew the door, deciding if Rita S Kit was still outside and ran another race with her, "Shh, let's keep our voices down and see if that woman is still there."