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Rita Skeeter didn't mention me directly in that article, but she hinted gently between the lines that Potter had experienced a heart-wrenching love affair, and perhaps it was this love affair and his father's too dazzling brilliance that made him decide to He took the risk and proved himself in such an extreme way as signing up for the Triwizard Tournament. Fortunately, now he has such a beautiful and astonishing top-student girlfriend, Yun Yun, Hermione Granger.

"She literally shaped you into a... rebellious teenager, how did you tell her?" Hermione folded up the Daily Prophet, seemingly not paying attention to the nonsense about her on it, "Surely you didn't say something to her like 'my father is too busy with work to care about my growth'?"

"Believe it or not, I just told her that my name is Harry Potter, I am studying at Hogwarts, and I am in the fourth grade this year." Potter tore the newspaper in his hand into several pieces in a bad mood She frightened the lower-grade girls who were drinking oatmeal next to her. "Her quill pen has black magic on it. Every time I say a word, it writes three sheets of paper by itself."

"It's hard to imagine that she took up so much space with you." Hermione continued to read the report thoughtfully. "I thought she must be more interested in Cedric."

This report undoubtedly made Porter's situation worse. Few people believed what he said, but now everyone who read this report felt in their hearts that he was a rebellious brat who wanted to use this kind of thing to show off. Min began to be taunted by the Slytherins.

"Amazingly beautiful, she?" Parkinson said eccentrically, in a voice we could all hear. "The reference is the chipmunk?"

"Don't pay attention to her," said Hermione, holding Potter with one hand and Black with the other, they were all clawing their teeth to fix Parkinson's poodle-like face, and she held her face up high, "Don't pay attention They'll do it, we don't have time to waste on this kind of thing! We need to make sure you survive the first project!"

Hermione is the most emaciated person during this period. While she has to deal with those Slytherins who quoted Rita Skeeter's report to ridicule her, she has to worry about whether Potter and Black will have conflicts with others ( Like an old mother worrying about her two rebellious and violent teenage sons), while trying to deal with Ron Weasley and Potter to improve their relationship, while reading various books in the library book to find ways to help Potter.

It is not easy for one person to do so many things at the same time and still ensure the quality of homework is completed, so her temper can be completely understandable.

"I really don't understand, why did he come to the library!" Hermione pulled me to another place to stay away from the girls who were hiding behind the bookshelves and whispered to each other, almost gnashing their teeth and looking at Viktor C. Rumm, "He's not good-looking either, they just like him as a Quidditch star and he's a chicken-stealing phony!"

Potter's condition was even worse, and for a moment in Potions class when my dad used to sneer at his poorly finished product, I suspected he wanted to throw the contents of the cauldron directly in my dad's face.His performance in various classes was messy and absent-minded, but Professor McGonagall, who was always strict, did not blame him, and she also seemed a little worried.

"Yes, that's right! I'm just a rebellious kid who wants to please the public, and now I'm going to cry in the broomroom because my dad doesn't care about me!" I called him from behind that day, and he turned his head angrily Just yelled at me and startled me.

"No, it's Vivienne." I took out a letter that Vivienne sent me at noon, "This is from Mrs. Potter, do you want Hedwig to deliver her letter for you?" gone?"

He opened his mouth, lowered his head and took the letter in my hand, and stuffed it into his pocket without opening it.

"Thank you," he muttered.

"Don't make those who worry about you sad, okay?" It took me a long time to pick out this sentence. I wanted to comfort him, but when I said it, I felt it was like a reproach, so I quickly changed my words and said, "No , I want to say, there are still many people cheering for you, and the Gryffindors all hope that you can win glory—"

This sentence seems to be forcing him to prepare for the game. I feel that the more I say it, the worse it is, so it is better not to say it.He seemed to be in a better mood, and smiled at me tiredly: "Wish me luck, Alice?"

"Of course." I felt a little uncomfortable, probably because he was standing here looking even worse than when he crawled into the Gryffindor common room dripping from the Quidditch pitch in the pouring rain . "We all wish you good luck on Tuesday, Harry."

Vivian also sent me a letter from my mother at the same time, saying that she would come to Hogwarts to help prepare on the Saturday before the first project, so I decided without thinking about going to Hogsmoor on that day. Tokumura is here, even though mom said it might be later when she finishes her work.

"I'd love to talk to Moody about Bertha, but his temper seems to be getting worse, and I don't want him to be more extreme," I finally saw Mom and Dad in the distance by the lake, and the cat said Hiding in the grass, I wanted to hear if they were arguing again, but I heard my mother say worriedly, "Sev, the Goblet of Fire incident must not be an accident."

They didn't appear to be arguing, and I was relieved.

"The first item—let alone a kid of his age, we're all in a mess this afternoon." I pricked up my ears, hoping for more clues.

"There is a clever solution to everything, but I think it's hard for Potter's son to think of it." I heard my father say, "Dumbledore has his reasons for letting him participate in the competition. Come to me and worry about him."

"So, how is our Liz?" My mother's voice suddenly appeared on the top of my head. It was so strange. They sounded like they were still on the shore of the lake just now. I saw her looking at me with a smile on her sleeve. There was a scorching mark on it, "Mom and Dad thought you went to Hogsmeade to play."

It is rare for our family to have such a peaceful and leisurely time. Most of the students above the third grade have gone to Hogwarts. I could hear the loud clapping of Beauxbaton's big horses and Hagrid's loud yelling. Dad was frowning at the side watching the laughing and frolicking junior students on the other side of the lake. I held my mother's hand and listened to her recalling her own memories. When I was a student, I occasionally inserted a few words to tell her where the portrait had changed, where the statue was destroyed by Peeves and could no longer be repaired, and then told her in a coquettish whisper that I have made a lot of progress recently, this kind of I can't let my father hear the words, otherwise he will think that I am too easy to be satisfied-in fact, those words spoken in a low voice are like girls whispering to each other pretending to be mysterious, as long as they want to listen, they can hear every word clearly.At that time, I felt how happy it would be if time spread forward gently and soothingly, even if the price was unchanged.

In the end, my mother refused to disclose any information about the first project to me. She just pinched my nose and told me that they had taken complete protection measures.I was going to break the news to Hermione and the others so that they at least wouldn't worry so much about Potter's safety, but for the next few days I hardly saw Hermione except in class.She sat with Potter and Black, hurried away as soon as the bell rang, never entered the girls' dormitory until the last minute at night, and almost fell asleep as soon as she collapsed on the bed.

When I went to the library alone to do my homework, I ran into Viktor Krum. He walked through the reserved or bold eyes of the girls with a thick book, and then walked to my desk and remained silent for a while. Open the mouth: "That girl, not with you?"

It took me a while to realize he was referring to Hermione, and politely replied, "She's been a little busy lately."

Hermione was right, Viktor Krum was at his most attractive when he was as light as a bird on a broomstick.Although I'm not a Quidditch fan, I think his last World Cup catch of the Snitch is exciting, but he looks uncomfortable when he is off the broom with a gloomy face.

"Oh, I thought she was sick again." He walked out of the library listlessly with the thick book under his arm. Hermione was very dissatisfied.

Could it be that he knew that Hermione was helping Potter, so he wanted to trouble Hermione?I anxiously speculated about this possibility, and made up my mind to remind Hermione to pay attention next time, even at the risk of being penalized by Professor McGonagall for talking in class.

"Trouble me?" Hermione looked tired and surprised, her hair was blown up so that the guinea fowl in front of her thought that she was threatened by her own kind, and she also puffed up all her feathers, and she waved impatiently The wand said a spell, turning the guinea fowl in front of it into a guinea pig that bulged into a balloon, "Okay, I'll wait and see how he finds it when Harry passes his—his first project is over." My trouble. Does he think Hogwarts students are a bunch of nymphoes who just giggle behind his back and ask for autographs?"

The Gryffindors finally realized the tremendous pressure Potter was facing, and their enthusiasm, refueling, and eager anticipation also made a huge contribution to that pressure. They finally stopped surrounding Potter at every opportunity. Why are you talking about winning the Tri-Winner Cup? As the first project approached, everyone really realized that Potter lacked too much necessary training and lessons compared with the other three warriors. Even Ron Wayne Sly looked very disturbed, his eyes always followed the back of Potter and the others hurriedly leaving, but it seemed that he just didn't have the courage to step forward and say a word.

Longbottom seemed extremely anxious after Potter's name was sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire. He even felt that there might be a mistake. The person who "framed Potter for some reason" might have originally wanted to put his name Throw in the Goblet of Fire on the grounds that he's the one who keeps getting troubled, from the Sorcerer's Stone to the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets.And what makes him very sorry is that Potter has helped him a lot in those things, but now he seems to be unable to help him with anything, even shouting cheers to Potter has been expressly forbidden by the Gryffindor girls up.

Draco had also lost interest in trying to trouble Potter with the badge, as he found that the Potters didn't care about his drawn-out sarcasm now.Whether he bet on whether Potter could survive 5 minutes or praised Cedric Diggory as the real Hogwarts warrior, he couldn't see Potter or Black jumping in anger as he wished, so he Putting away those tricks resentfully, after all, Digory of Hufflepuff was not a very special character in his heart.

Now the content of the first item of the prize quiz has become the hottest entertainment in Hogwarts. The Weasley twins walked around the school holding a big box to collect everyone's guesses. The guess is that the warriors need to challenge to eat twenty Hagrid's fried-tailed snails raw without any seasoning.

It's hard to say who is more anxious, Professor McGonagall or Hermione. When she took Potter away, it was as if she wanted to insert her fingers into his shoulder. Hermione made a sound when she saw Potter's back. Controlled sobbing.

"He's going to be okay, he's going to win," Blake said firmly, as if he had seen the result of the whole game. "We all believed in him—hey, buddy! We're here for you to come!"

Jumping up, he yelled to Potter who had already walked into the hall. The November sun, which no longer had too much temperature, passed through his long and curly hair. Many people turned their heads to look at him, and he continued nonchalantly. Waved, as if calling out Potter would bring luck.

"Yes, it's all right." Ron Weasley finally spoke to comfort Hermione, "Don't worry, I wrote to Dad and he said that the Ministry of Magic has sent people to make a lot of preparations."

We sat in the stands in the order of the colleges under the command. Many people stretched their necks to see what was in the field, but it looked empty except for stones and some bushes.It wasn't until Ludo Bagman introduced it to everyone in a cheerful tone that everyone understood that the first project of the warriors was to capture a golden egg from the dragon's hand.

"It's hard to say which is worse than eating snails, is it?" Ron Weasley wanted to make a joke to brighten the mood, but Hermione obviously didn't care about him.

I don't know if the noisy sound in the stands disturbed the dragons, or the dragons are so violent and cruel. Many timid girls covered their eyes and dared not watch the game. Fortunately, Ludo Bagman kept using The passion of explaining the World Cup explains the attempts and results of the warriors.Digory, Delacour and Krum all went through some dangers and twists and turns to get the golden egg, and when Potter summoned his own Firebolt from the castle with a summoning spell, the atmosphere of the audience reached its peak. Even Bagman exclaimed: "My God! He can fly! Mr. Krum, did you see that?"

Hermione's face was pale, and she covered her face with her hands for a while, and pinched Ron Weasley's arm for a while. The Gryffindors almost held their breath watching the warriors of their own college like a tiny bird in the huge The huge body of the Hungarian Horntail hovered, and several times it was thought that the sharp thorns of the Hungarian Horntail were about to sweep Potter off his broom, and one did hit him (Petil was already crying ), but he still stubbornly stayed on the broom and continued to confront the Horntail.

"He's got a way," said Black hoarsely. "Just watch—I'll know!"

Porter, who slowly led the Hungarian Horntail into the air, suddenly dived down at an extremely fast speed-it's hard to say which one is more thrilling than Krum's dive in the World Cup, after all, Porter's opponent is A fire-breathing dragon.Everyone in the audience held their breath, not knowing whether his attempt was successful or not—and when everyone saw the dazzling golden light refracted under Potter's arm rising into the air, I thought I was deaf at that moment: Greg The yelling of the Ryffindor boys, the screaming and hugging of the girls wiping the tears off each other's faces, Ron Weasley and Blake nearly flipped right out of the stands, they seemed to have forgotten themselves Haven't spoken to each other for at least two weeks.

It's hard not to feel emotional under such circumstances. Before I could score, Hermione grabbed my hand and dragged me all the way to the tent where the warriors were resting. Black and Ron followed us. I noticed that Hermione's face was covered in marks from her own fingernails.

She didn't even ask if we could get in the tent, or who was in it, and just rushed us in. There were a few cubicles on the other side of the tent, and it looked like Diggory was still inside , Potter was about to go out, I saw Krum sitting on the other side, he also stood up because we came in.

"Harry!" said Hermione, in a much shriller voice than her usual, "you did it! Summoning Charms! You're wonderful! Awesome!"

Ron Weasley coughed, as if he had only just realized that he was in an awkward position, because Potter was looking at him.Hermione grabbed my hand nervously (as if she was worried that I would run away if she let go), looking at this and that, and Black had returned to his usual appearance by this time, leaning against the tent pole, even because Delacour's gaze, which came out of the cubicle after changing her dress, responded with a lazy smile.

"Harry," said Weasley gravely, "whoever threw your name into the Goblet of Fire - I, I think they want your life!"

"You finally understand?" Potter replied coldly. "It's been a long time."

I held Hermione's hand a little sadly, feeling like they were going to quarrel.But it turns out that I don't know anything about friendships between boys, they look like a block of ice one second, and then Potter says to let Weasley forget about it - not even an apology No need, they're fine.

"You guys are so stupid!" Hermione burst into tears suddenly, and she rushed over to give them a hug, "There is no more boring idiot than you!"

I was a little embarrassed and Hermione was wailing and sprinting away, leaving me standing here alone, and Potter was looking at me, looking really messed up, with the clothes ripped off his shoulders He scratched a piece, his face hadn't wiped off the traces of smoke, and Madam Pomfrey didn't treat those fine scrapes for him.But he's in much better shape than when I stopped him in the hallway, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses.

"It's wonderful." I sincerely expressed my admiration to him, "All of us are dumbfounded—no matter what the purpose of the person who put your name in the Goblet of Fire is, we now think you are Hogwarts A true warrior."

He laughed, one hand was injured, and the other was holding the golden egg, so he had no hands to comb his messy hair at this time: "Thank you for the good luck you gave me."

"I won't waste your time." I pointed to Black and Weasley, "You must have a lot to say—I'm going to find Hermione."