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I almost slept through the entire game process - that is, a few bubbles gushed out from time to time on the calm lake, and the wind kept breaking the lively sunlight on the lake into pieces, making people feel like thousands of torches were lit on it One hour.At the beginning, everyone was excited because of some movement from time to time, but after a few 10 minutes passed, except for me who was sleeping soundly and a small number of students who brought Wizard Chess or Thunderbolt Blast playing cards, most of the audience felt bored.

I was woken up by Miss Delacour's return. It was hard to imagine that the celebration cheers from a dozen Beauxbatons students could be so penetrating. Of course, all the audience became agitated when she surfaced.In a daze, I lifted the clothes covering my head and found that it was Draco's half-taken-off robe, and I just fell asleep with his arms in my arms.

Seeing the sun suddenly made me raise my hand reflexively to block my view, I felt black in front of my eyes, and then I felt a tingling pain in my scalp, and when I looked down, there were several strands of my hair wrapped around his fingers.

"When will you let my hair go?" I muttered, struggling out of his robes, trying to see what was happening on the other side.

"She doesn't look very happy." Greengrass squinted her eyes and looked at the opposite side for a while with a pocket telescope. "She seemed to want to go into the water...she was stopped by her principal."

Beauxbaton's students seemed to have noticed this too. Although their warrior returned first, he looked wounded and empty-handed. Madam Pomfrey rushed over and wrapped a thick blanket around her.Immediately afterwards, Mr. Bagman's resonant voice sounded from the opposite side, telling us that Miss Delacour failed to complete the project because of the attack. Beauxbaton's students who had just jumped up to celebrate were instantly depressed.

"So how long are we going to stay here?" Draco cursed as he put on his robe and straightened himself up.

"Someone is coming up again." Goyle, who has always been dull, was the first to see the movement on the water, but when he finished speaking, his voice was drowned out by the cheers of the Hufflepuffs. The two heads are Diggory and Cho Chang.

The rest of the time was not so boring, and Krum (whose head was still in the shape of a shark when he jumped out of the water, we didn't recognize it for a moment) also climbed ashore with a girl.When I confirmed from Greengrass's telescope that the girl who was coughing constantly and her lips were blue with cold was Hermione, I finally figured out why Hermione and Tallus didn't see each other after they were called away by Professor McGonagall last night. Come back—the most beloved baby of the warriors is not an object, but the person who is the most important to them.

I wanted to see how Hermione was doing, but just now Draco pulled me back the moment I stood up out of excitement, and stretched out his hand to grab my wrist as if he was afraid that I would turn around and leave.

"Looks like Potter was drowned." The smile on his mouth didn't celebrate the Hogwarts warrior being the first to finish the race like everyone else, he said gloatingly, "His most important treasure—whatever Was it the Weasley or the Blake, I think now whoever set up the project was a genius."

My heart sank, and it's been well over an hour now, and I only vaguely remember the gillsweed being effective for longer than an hour - why didn't I check first?I know that the origin of gill grass is the Mediterranean, how easy it is to find a book introducing Mediterranean plants in the library... But I turned around and went back to the lounge as if I had completed the task Hermione gave me .

As time passed, Draco hummed happily.

"The people they rescued... Even if they were not rescued in time, they shouldn't be in danger, right?" Greengrass asked in a low voice. Blue flower hairpin, "They're not in a hurry to save Delacour's baby, are they?"

"Why are you so nervous?" Her sister taunted behind her, "You don't look right today."

A blush appeared on Greengrass' pale face, and she ducked her head as if trying to hide something, and thrust her binoculars into my hand.

I don't know how long it took, the calm on the lake was broken again, three people surfaced, and then a bunch of green-haired heads also appeared from the side, making some harsh noises.Everyone in the stands stood up and desperately tried to see if they were still alive. For a while, there was a lot of voices, and it was almost impossible to hear what each other was saying.

I saw through the binoculars that Harry not only rescued Talus, but also brought a little girl with silver hair. Delacour, who was sobbing softly beside him, went crazy and wanted to go to the water when he saw the little girl. Li fluttered, but was pulled by Madame Maxime.Harry didn't look very well and didn't have the strength to deal with the little girl struggling in the water (she didn't seem to be able to swim) and Tallus swam over and grabbed her, half-dragging and half-embracing her landed on the shore.

"Who is that girl?" Greengrass folded his arms and looked across the lake. The reflection of the little girl's silver hair made it hard to ignore her existence. She seemed to be terribly frightened. Luce didn't let go of his neck until he saw his sister, sobbing and threw himself into her arms.

"A relative of Delacour." I returned the binoculars to her, but she looked at her sister with some fear and shook her head at me, and I continued to look, "Well, it looks like they're going to announce the competition It's over." (I don't think she would have liked to know that Delacour had just kissed Harry and Tallus on the cheek after putting his sister in his arms).

To everyone's surprise, although Harry was the last to return with the hostages, the mermaid leader told Dumbledore that he was the first warrior to find the hostages, and the reason why he stayed underwater for so long was that It was he who kept negotiating with the mermaids to bring all the hostages back, and finally insisted on taking away Miss Delacour who failed to rescue Gabriel Delacour.

In the end, Dumbledore announced that the scores of the four warriors were 25 points for Fleur Delacour, 47 points for Cedric Diggory, and 45 points for Viktor Krum. The moral character and sense of responsibility that Harry displayed, he finally got a high score of [-] points.

"That old lunatic does this every time." Almost everyone has no objection to this result, and Draco's voice is especially harsh amidst everyone's applause and cheers, "It was the same in the first grade, obviously we are aboveboard Having won the House Cup, he came up with a bunch of projects at the end to give Gryffindor points."

"But they did protect the Philosopher's Stone." I couldn't help retorting, "The scores of the warriors are not determined by Dumbledore alone."

"Oh, I forgot how excited and nervous you were from the very beginning." He looked at the binoculars in my hand, with a mean smile on his lips, "You can't take your eyes off Potter, can you?" What do you think he is—a hero with moral character and a sense of responsibility?"

I opened my mouth, and found that I couldn't explain to him that my nervousness was only because Harry adopted the gill grass that I proposed. If something happened to him, I would feel that I had a lot of responsibility-if he knew that I not only did it for Harry. I was with him yesterday and late into the night, and he's probably more than just sitting here now sarcasm at me.

"Going back to the auditorium for lunch?" Thinking of the self who turned around and left in his memory, I forced myself to smile this time.He looked a little surprised, but didn't say anything else.

I returned the binoculars to Greengrass. The joyful and excited discussions of the people around me had nothing to do with us. I couldn't run over like Ron to see how Hermione and the others were doing, and listen to what happened underwater. What.I've been trying to separate my life in Gryffindor from my intersection with Draco, naively and greedily thinking that would resolve all conflicts and keep the status quo.

But the fact is that the calm joy that seems to be soaked in honey water that has continued since the Christmas ball has finally been broken.I feel tired from the bottom of my heart, not only because I have only slept for less than an hour since yesterday, but also because I realize that the conversations between us are terribly familiar, and these unchanging plots are like a There's an endless loop going on between me and Draco, no matter how much we grow closer or further apart, no matter how much time I spend with him and his Slytherin friends - even if the Sorting The hat announced that I was no longer a Gryffindor, and that vicious cycle was always there, like a curse, and we never really got out.

At least at that time, we refused to change ourselves for each other. Change seemed too painful, and this pain was far greater than the sweetness that a young and naive relationship can bring.When I wanted to understand this after a long time, I finally understood why Dumbledore always felt that the power of love was so great that it surpassed everything else, because people must have love in their hearts, so that people are willing to endure great pain and change themselves little by little, just to get closer The one I love so much.

Everyone was eager to know what was going on at the bottom of the lake, so for several days after the second project ended, Harry and the others were surrounded by people who wanted to hear their stories.On the contrary, Ron was the one who spoke the most vigorously. Everyone was obviously not satisfied with Talus's version of "we were taken away, hypnotized, I surfaced and woke up", and Hermione is now called "Victor Krum's favorite darling" and grumpy as Hagrid's last snail, Ron took it upon himself to tell his friends about their amazing adventures (of course he did a lot of Artistic creation, each version is different).

Fleur Delacour's attitude towards Harry took a 180-degree turn. She didn't even regard him as an opponent before, calling him "the unruly little boy at Hogwarts" in the interview, while Now she will deliberately come over from the other side of the corridor to say hello to Harry, and her little sister, who like her can make many boys lose their language ability in a short time, is obediently holding her sister's hand and blinking at Harry and Talus Her long eyelashes.

"Miss Gabriel is so cute." I watched the two Miss Delacour leave arm in arm and sighed to Hermione. She made potions, she didn't know anything and messed things up, so I took her to the corner and stood her as punishment."

"Isn't she going back to Beauxbatons?" Hermione found the answer herself just after asking this question, "Maybe the third event is not long after, and she stayed to continue watching the game-what are they gathering at the front again?" ?”

For the last two Potions classes before the weekend, the Slytherins were already standing in front of Dad's teacher.I watched them form a circle, and I could hear exaggerated laughter from inside, and I had a bad premonition in my heart.

"Let's not go there." I grabbed Hermione's hand, "It must be something boring..."

"Here she comes!" Pansy Parkinson's poodle-like face poked out from Goyle's fat back as the Slytherins parted, giggling and waving a copy of the Wizard Weekly, "Here's something you're interested in! Take a good look, Granger!"

Hermione caught the magazine in a panic, and opened the classroom door before opening it. Dad's face appeared behind the door, and coldly beckoned everyone to come in.Draco drove Goyle next to him to another row, but I looked at Parkinson who was still standing upright laughing across the aisle, bowed his head and hurried to Hermione to set up his own crucible.

Dad has already started to write on the blackboard the potion to be made today. I glanced roughly and thought it was very simple, so I lowered my head and asked Hermione, "What did they let you see?"

The Harry trio in the back row also kept moving forward to find out what happened. Fortunately, Dad is still writing the steps.

"Something—" Hermione let out a low whimper, and I saw Harry, Krum, and Longbottom appearing in the middle of the magazine, their color photos surrounded by Hermione's name, with a mess of arrows drawn beside them.

Hogwarts a hunting ground for courtesans: Who's the next star to fall?

As an ordinary-looking, Muggle-born young witch, Miss Hermione Granger, who is still studying at Hogwarts, obviously never gave up her ambition to enter the upper class because of her ordinary background. While studying hard at school to learn more about magic, she has already regarded the whole of Hogwarts as a springboard for her to achieve her life goals.According to reliable sources, since entering the first grade, Miss Granger has consciously approached Neville Longbottom, the boy who lived, to provide him with special care and help.But the shy and introverted boy did not meet her needs. Through some unknown means, she managed to make the son of the famous Auror James Potter abandon his childhood sweetheart and have a passionate obsession with her, and now the same The fascination returns to Viktor Krum, Bulgaria's Seeker and hero of the last World Cup.Miss Granger obviously enjoys the feeling of chasing these excellent men. Krum has been played by the cunning Miss Granger without knowing it. He has invited her to Bulgaria for the summer vacation and insisted on Said he had "never felt this way about any other girl".

However, Miss Granger's mediocre appearance and poor personality seem not enough to make her a good courtesan.We interviewed many outstanding, beautiful and lively girls at Hogwarts, and they all said that they could not understand Krum's obsession with Miss Granger. Pansy Parkinson thought that Miss Granger probably made a love potion to achieve their hunting goals.

Love potions are apparently banned as dangerous goods at Hogwarts, and Albus Dumbledore no doubt needs to look into this seriously.As a high-profile event, the Triwizard Tournament has always been a friendly bridge for academic exchanges among young wizards in Europe. Those who use this bridge to achieve their goals with ulterior means must be duly condemned. We also sincerely hope that outstanding young The wizards keep their eyes open, and they must choose the person who is worthy of dedicating their true feelings to offer their passionate love.

Hermione laughed. She rolled up the magazine in her hand and threw it on the empty chair beside her. The three boys who couldn't see clearly just now took it with their hands on their backs (Dad had already started to look around the classroom gloomyly) It starts reading.She smiled brighter than Parkinson as if she had just heard the funniest joke in the world, shaking her head as she started taking the intelligence enhancer scarabs and quickly crushing them into powder.

"Are you okay?" I looked at her worriedly, wondering if she was confused.

"Okay, very good." She straightened her waist and waved to the Slytherin who was gloating over her misfortune, "I thought Rita Skeeter had some extraordinary means, but in the end she only has this ability— — write this crap."

"Do you know how many people are going to see this?" came Ron's feeble voice from behind, "She described you as the kind of - kind of woman...what do other people think?"

"Why should I care what other people think?" Hermione turned around holding the hammer, her eyes were frighteningly bright, "People who are close to me, they will naturally know what kind of person I am, isn't it Rita? Has Skeeter convinced you already?"

"Of course not." Ron shouted this sentence a little loudly, and I could already see Dad looking dangerously at us.

I reached out and tugged on Hermione's sleeve anxiously, but Hermione seemed very excited: "Yes, you won't, my friends won't believe the nonsense on this, and my parents won't, I have nothing to worry about Woolen cloth?"

"Well said." Tallus applauded. "To hell with that reporter!"

Seeing that Dad had already stepped off the podium, I grabbed the magazine out of Harry's hand in desperation and stuffed it into my robe.

"Your lives have always been colorful, but that's not a reason to whisper in my class, ten points from Gryffindor." I just lowered my head and knocked the scarab in front of me a few times, when I heard my father's gloomy voice: "Greg Miss Ranger, Potter, Weasley, and Black—Potter, do you think you can get away with my class assignment by staying in the lake for an hour?"

"Not at all." I heard Harry's tense voice while grinding the scarab powder, "I just didn't find the scarab right away."

"Lie." Dad said relentlessly, his voice became softer, and he needed to listen carefully to hear clearly amidst the murmur of cauldrons filling the classroom, "not only are you as arrogant and rude as your father, but now you are also a liar... African tree snake skin, and gill grass... Don't think that you can hide it every time, the next time I catch you breaking into my office, it will be the time when I will write your withdrawal notice to your father."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry replied coldly. "And I don't understand why you always bring up my father every time you lecture me, Professor."

"Another ten points from Gryffindor for being rude to me." Dad looked pissed, he almost growled, "Next time you talk to me like that again, I might miss a few drops." Pour veritaserum into your pumpkin juice, then invite your beloved father to Hogwarts to hear his son's misbehavior over the years—"

"Ouch!" I shook my hand.

"What's wrong?" Dad immediately turned his head, his tone still angry.

"The cauldron just had a pop," I whispered. "I thought..."

"How many times have I told you, Alice, that boiling liquid with ginger root powder is very corrosive!" Dad left Harry, walked over quickly, checked the back of my hand, and scolded me , "Shortcuts come with uncontrollable dangers, you will never remember this sentence, right? Another ten points from Gryffindor!"

"I'm sorry, Professor." I thank the pungent ginger root powder for making tears flow effortlessly, "Next time..."

"Dare to have a next time?" He stretched out his wand and nodded my hand.

"There's no next time." I looked him in the eyes and said, "I was wrong, Dad."

"Aren't you paying too much to divert your father's attention?" Hermione said after her father turned and left to embarrass the other Gryffindors, "You did it on purpose just now, you put the tin Put a spoon in the pot and stir it, of course it will immediately boil..."

"He'll really give you Veritaserum if you keep arguing." I turned and gave Harry a warning look, and he showed an annoyed expression, "I don't want to cause trouble, okay?"

Our ensuing discussion was much more deliberate, mostly out of the corners of our mouths, except for the fact that Ron nearly jumped up and knocked over his cauldron when Hermione said that Krum had actually invited her to Bulgaria.She felt that was the only point of interest in the whole report. How did Krum invite her when they had just landed and no one was around? How did Rita Skeeter know about it?

"It was the same with Hagrid," she mused as she measured the armadillo bile, "with no one around... how did she do it?"

The ensuing potions class seemed peaceful, and the intelligence enhancer didn't need any technical content in my opinion, but Longbottom still caused some commotion by melting his own cauldron-the burnt armadillo bile smelled bad.Dad's podium was routinely piled high with flacons filled with eccentric finished products, and I put name tags on my own, the only clear, clear label in the Slytherin pile scrawled with the words German. Raco's name.

I had just packed up the ingredients, took out the magazines in the robe and put them in my schoolbag, when Draco appeared in front of Hermione and I's table with a very bad expression on his shoulder, and dragged me silently just go.As soon as we walked up the steps, we saw Karkaroff hurried in another direction with an anxious expression on his face. He looked much more haggard than at the Yule Ball, his goatee was tangled and careless, and he stroked one of his hands from time to time. An arm, as if injured there.

"Where are we going, Draco?" I asked him blankly.

"Anywhere." He stopped walking and turned to me angrily. "I just want them to stay away from my girlfriend—show me your hand."