94 hp Diagon Alley

Eun looked at the two witches in horror, "Are you going to make Harry an Auror?"

Harry was limping up and down the room.Sirius originally planned to teach him some fighting skills commonly used by Muggles. Later, he felt that it was not a good idea to fight with magical creatures. He also joined the discussion of the witches, adding and subtracting from the list from time to time, and at the same time giving instructions to Harry on the use of spells .

Harry's nerves were strained as June 6 approached, but better than before the first and second projects.First of all, he believes that this time he has done his best to prepare.Moreover, this is the last hurdle, no matter whether the results are good or bad, the competition is coming to an end, and this big burden can be unloaded.

On the day of the game, the Gryffindor breakfast table was very lively.The delivery owl arrived, and a screeching owl brought Hermione the morning's Daily Prophet as usual.She opened the newspaper, glanced at the front page, and immediately sprayed a mouthful of pumpkin juice all over the newspaper.

"What's the matter?" Harry and Ron asked, staring at her together.Beside and Katie and Gwen also looked at her curiously.

"It's nothing." Hermione hurriedly tried to hide the newspaper, but Ron snatched it away.He stared at the headline and said: "Impossible, but today, this old cow."

"What?" Harry asked. "Rita Skeeter again?"

"No." Ron, like Hermione, wanted to hide the newspaper.

"Write about me?" Harry asked.

"No," said Ron in a tone of complete disbelief.

But before Harry could ask for the paper, Draco Malfoy from the Slytherin table across the Great Hall cried out.

"Hey, Potter! Potter! How's your head? Are you all right? Won't you be mad at us?"

Malfoy was also holding up a copy of the Daily Prophet.The Slytherins were all snickering, turning to see Harry's reaction.

"Show me," Harry said to Ron, "show me."

Ron reluctantly handed over the newspaper, and as soon as Harry opened it, he saw a picture of himself, and the headline on it stood out:

[Harry Potter - Distraught and Emotionally Dangerous

Special correspondent Rita Skeeter reports: The boy who defeated You-Know-Who is emotionally unstable and potentially dangerous.Stunning recent revelations of Harry Potter's strange behavior have cast doubt on his suitability for a competition as demanding as the Triwizard Tournament, or even Hogwarts.

The Daily Prophet exclusively revealed that Potter was often sick at school and told people that the scar on his forehead was aching (the scar was the mark left by the poisonous curse that You-Know-Who tried to kill him).During last Monday's divination class, a Daily Prophet reporter witnessed Potter rushing out of the classroom, saying the scars were so painful that he couldn't continue the class.

The senior specialist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries said Potter's brain may have been affected by You-Know-Who's magic, insisting that the scar's still aching scar was a sign of confusion.

"He could also be faking it," said one expert, "perhaps trying to get attention."

But the Daily Prophet has also uncovered some disturbing aspects of Harry Potter, which Hogwarts Headmaster Albus Dumbledore has been careful to cover up.

“Potter can speak Parseltongue,” revealed Draco Malfoy, a fourth-year Hogwarts student. To him setting a snake on a boy in a dueling club. But it's all covered up. He befriends werewolves and giants. We think he'll do anything for power."

Parseltongue (the ability to speak to snakes) has long been considered black magic.In fact, the most famous Parseltongue of our time is none other than You-Know-Who himself.A member of the Defense League against the Dark Arts, who did not want to be named, said he thought any wizard who spoke Parseltongue "would be worth investigating. I'm personally very skeptical of anyone who can talk to snakes, as snakes are often used in the most vicious places." in the dark arts of the world, and has historically been associated with bad people." Similarly, "People who associate with evil things such as werewolves and giants are usually violent".

Albus Dumbledore should consider whether it was appropriate to allow such a boy to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.There are fears that Potter will use the dark arts out of his desire to win.The third competition event will be held tonight. "]

"Not so fond of me, is it?" Harry said lightly, folding up the newspaper.

Over there in Slytherin, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were all laughing at him.They tapped their fingers on their foreheads, grimaced like madmen, and stuck out their tongues like snakes.

"How did she know your scar hurt during Divination?" said Ron. "She couldn't have been there, and she couldn't have heard—"

"The window was open," said Harry, "I opened it to get some air."

"You're on the top floor of the North Tower!" said Hermione. "Your voice can't reach the grounds below!"

"Hey, you should be the one who studies eavesdropping magic!" Harry said, "Tell me how she knows!"

"I was thinking about it!" said Hermione, "but... but..."

A strange dreamy expression suddenly appeared on Hermione's face, and she slowly raised a hand to stroke her hair.

"Are you all right?" Ron asked, frowning at her.

"It's okay," Hermione said breathlessly, and she smoothed her hair again, then raised her hand to her mouth as if holding a walkie-talkie.Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"I've got an idea," said Hermione, looking ahead blankly, "I think I get it... because then no one can see... not even Moody... she can climb onto the ledge... ...but it's not allowed...it's definitely not allowed...I think we got her! Give me two seconds - go to the library and check!"

Before finishing speaking, Hermione grabbed her schoolbag and ran out of the auditorium.

Gwen was a little annoyed when she read the article, "Why is there this woman everywhere, she should be caught—somewhere orientals say—tongue-pulling hell!"

"What's that?" Ron asked in horror.

"Qiu told us before." Katie unhurriedly cut a piece of bacon and put it in her mouth. The little goblin will open a person's mouth, clamp the tongue with iron tongs, and pull it out."

"And it was stretched slowly, and then pulled down." Gwen pinched a small piece of bacon and pulled it back and forth.

Ron shook his arms three times, "Then she should really go and see, the old witch Skeeter should remember not to talk nonsense in the future."

After the meal, Harry, as a warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, is not required to take the final exam.He was allowed to sit in the back of the classroom every exam, looking for useful spells for the third item.But Professor McGonagall called him away, and it was said that the warriors were going to gather in the conference room.

"But it's game night!" Harry accidentally spilled scrambled eggs on his body, thinking he had misremembered the time.

"I know, Potter," said Professor McGonagall, "the relatives of the warriors have been invited to watch the finals, and you can meet."

Looking confused, Harry questioned Gwen and the twins who hadn't taken the test, "The Dursleys won't be coming to see me play."

"Maybe it's Sirius, I saw him check the mail order list for dresses the other day," Fred said.

So Harry walked across the hall, opened the door, and entered the conference room.

He saw Mrs. Weasley and Bill standing in front of the fireplace, smiling at him.And, of course, Sirius in his navy blue velvet robe.

"Didn't think so!" said Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically.Harry walked forward with a smile on his face, "We want to come and watch you play, Harry!" She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"How are you?" Bill smiled, shaking Harry's hand. "Charlie would like to come too, but he couldn't get away. He said your fight with the Horntail was too good to be true."

Harry noticed Fleur Delacour eyeing Bill with interest over his mother's shoulder.You could tell she had nothing against long hair and fang earrings.

"It's good to be back," Bill said, surveying the conference room (the Fat Lady's girlfriend, Violet, winked at him in the frame), "I haven't seen this place in five years. Is that picture of the mad knight still there? Sir Cadogan?"

"Oh, it's still there," said Harry.He had met Sir Cadogan last year.

"Where's the fat lady?" Bill asked.

"She was there when I was at school," said Mrs. Weasley, "and she gave me a hard time one day when I got back to the dormitory at four o'clock in the morning—"

"What are you doing outside the dorm at four in the morning?" Bill said, looking at his mother in surprise.

Mrs Weasley smiled, her eyes sparkling.

"I went for a walk with your father. He was caught by the housemaster at the time, Apollion Prinlo—your father still has the mark on him."

George, who learned of the incident afterwards, slammed his thigh and felt that he had embarrassed his father.

"When I was in school, my father and mother didn't return to the dormitory until four o'clock in the morning." George said to Gwen in a suggestive tone.

Gwen glanced at George's ass. "Honey, is your ass thick? Is it resistant to beatings? I think Filch has been ambitious to give that a few whips."

One morning, Harry took Bill and Mrs. Weasley, as well as the handsome Mr. Black showing off his new robes, to visit Hogwarts.The four then head back to the castle for lunch.

"Mom—Bill!" Ron was startled as he sat at the Gryffindor table. "What are you doing here?"

"Look at Harry