[HP] Hogwarts students

Wizards from Beauxbatons are refined and proud.They all covered their faces with moonlight-like shimmering satin and hunched their necks, as if they were sitting in the Great Hall of Hogwarts with a biting cold wind blowing on them.

"Pretentious," said Hermione. "The door is shut tightly. Where's the wind coming from?"

"Maybe they are more afraid of the wind." I picked up the plate and put some delicious miscellaneous fish on my plate, "France is so warm, they must not be used to it."

As soon as I put the mixed fish soup back, one of the girls from Beauxbatons came to serve the dishes. Her voice was as clear as a nightingale, but with a French accent, and she said, "Excuse me, this dish of mixed fish soup Are you still eating?"

Ron immediately answered her as if out of breath: "Please take it, we have eaten it, it is very delicious."

Harry's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, seeing the girl take away the miscellaneous fish soup, he withdrew his hand angrily.Ron was still staring at the Ravenclaw long table, with a dull and dull expression-in fact, he was not the only one showing such a funny expression. When I bit the edge of the fork and looked around from the corner of my eye, most of the boys were like His expression was exactly the same.

I raised my head and glanced at Harry, who was still regretting that he didn't take away the plate of miscellaneous fish soup in time. He met my gaze and asked in a low voice: "Is that dish delicious? I smell very good. "

"It's delicious, but it's a pity that it was taken away by others." Hermione said sharply, "Obviously no one has touched this dish except Kelly."

As if he didn't hear it, Ron tried his best to lower his voice and said, "She must be Veela!"

Seeing that Hermione's face was getting worse and worse, I quickly gave each of them a little of the untouched miscellaneous fish soup in the plate, trying to shut Ron's mouth: "Hurry up and eat, this is really delicious."

Stars are surging on the ceiling of the boundless auditorium, and the starlight is flickering among the candles in the sky.At the staff table, in addition to the principals of the three schools, the Minister of Sports, Ludo Bagman, and Dad's boss, Mr. Crouch, also sat on it.

A plain goblet of flames - Dumbledore announced that this is the judges who will select the three school warriors. The deadline is before the banquet tomorrow. Every student who meets the age group and wants to participate in the election can write a piece of paper Throw the note into the goblet, and the goblet will make the final decision at the banquet tomorrow.

In order to prevent students under the age of 17 from throwing notes, Dumbledore deliberately drew a circle of age dividing lines near the pedestal where the goblet is placed. Anyone under the age of 17 cannot cross this line and throw paper into it. strip.

"Then what if I write a larger note and throw it in far away?" I rubbed my chin and asked, "Maybe I hit the right head and just threw it in, but I was out of the line."

"Three-pointers!" Harry said, and we laughed, and Ron looked at the goblet hopefully. "Is it really possible? I think it sounds like a good idea."

"Gee," said Hermione hastily, "Dumbledore would definitely consider that, wouldn't he?"

Whether Dumbledore took into account the practice of long-range three-pointers, we don't know.But it wasn't until the next morning, when Fred and George drank a few drops of aging potion and jumped into the age line in tandem, that we realized how well he had thought it through.

Not only were the twins thrown out of the line by Void's big hand, but the same white beards suddenly burst out on their chins, which were long and fluffy.Everyone in the hall roared with laughter.Even Fred and George couldn't help laughing when they got up and saw each other's white beards.

The number of people in the auditorium gradually increased. I saw Alison approaching the Goblet of Fire surrounded by girls, and shyly and firmly threw a note into it. She was not thrown out, nor did she grow a beard. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then came Cedric, surrounded by Hufflepuffs, everyone talking about him, trying to talk to him.Cedric chatted briefly with everyone very humbly, then steadily threw the note he was clutching into the Goblet of Fire.

"What's there to see?" said Harry. "Eat your breakfast. The hot cranberry pie is freezing. Don't throw it at me again."

I was confused by the fruit pie he stuffed into his mouth. The crispy skin and soft and sweet filling attracted my attention, and I quickly looked back at the table: "It's still hot, it's delicious."

Ron was too obsessed with the appearance of that pretty girl, which still aroused Hermione's annoyance. From Hagrid's cabin to sitting down to dinner at night, she never gave Ron a good look.It wasn't until dinner time that Ron finally put away that stupid expression and started to eat seriously, that she was relieved and participated in our small game of guessing the warrior.

"Victor Krum must be." Ron said, and Harry nodded in agreement. In fact, no one would think that Krum was not. As the banker, Lee had no choice but to rule out this option.

"Hogwarts warrior I hope is Angelina." Hermione said, Angelina smiled and nodded her thanks.

Maybe it was the wrong place to start the gamble - Li set the scope to Gryffindor College, and almost everyone chose Angelina, so when the list of warriors was announced, he could only withdraw the parchment angrily, what to do Nothing happened.

"Hero of Durmstrang - Viktor Krum!"

"The warrior from Beauxbatons - Fleur Delacour!"

"The champion of Hogwarts is Cedric Diggory!"

The cheers and applause in the auditorium never stopped, and every warrior who left the seat could set off loud blessings and whistles in his place, especially when Cedric's name was read out, Hufflepuff's long The table erupted with incredible energy, and the applause for Cedric lasted a long time.

I also clapped my hands twice, and then gradually stopped under Harry's resentful eyes.Ron looked more annoyed than anyone else, and Seamus beside him also watched Cedric pass the long table with a bright smile in frustration.

Angelina clapped her hands calmly, and I stretched out and grabbed her hand, wanting to convey warmth and comfort to her, but she was much more mature than these childish boys, so I just smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it means that Diggory is very good."

In an instant, the roaring applause of the audience stopped suddenly, and the air was filled with embarrassing and incomprehensible silence. We turned our eyes to the Goblet of Fire that was operating again in the center of the field, and watched another scorched picture spit out from it. The note was caught in Dumbledore's hand.

He stared at the note in his hand, a kaleidoscope-like expression flashed across his face.Time hovered in the air like rain, and it slowly restarted in silence at this moment.

"Harry Potter!" he yelled.

The air froze again, as if everyone in the auditorium had their eyes glued to Harry, and I was no exception.But seeing Harry's expression becoming more and more blank and bewildered, I couldn't help but reach out and applaud him. The loud applause echoed alone in the center of the huge auditorium.

Most people stared at me again, as if it was unbelievable that I went to the toilet in public.Ron and Hermione also looked at me in surprise, and Harry looked up blankly and said, "I didn't put my name in, you know I didn't."

"Then it might be that the Goblet of Fire is malfunctioning." I stopped applauding and said lightly, "Professor Dumbledore is calling you, go and see what's going on first."

"...Go, go, Harry," said Hermione with difficulty, pushing him.

He staggered on his robe, and walked into the door that belonged to the warrior with rustling discussions.As soon as he walked in, what everyone thought was a quiet discussion suddenly turned into a loud shout, among which Malfoy's scream was the most prominent: "This-this is impossible! Potter must have used a trick! This is not fair!"

"It's not fair!" Durmstrang's students also shouted.

There were no warriors in Ravenclaw, they were just discussing calmly and curiously; while Hufflepuff looked angrier than Slytherin, they looked at us with hatred and anger, and loudly declared that Harry was a prankster. trick villain.

And most people in Gryffindor don't care, they only know that there is a warrior from Gryffindor, and that's enough!Fred and George laughed loudly and raised the pumpkin juice in their hands. Angelina, who lost the election, was also too excited. She hugged Katie and Alia excitedly, and several boys began to sing proudly. The out-of-key singing was spread, and finally turned into a Gryffindor chorus.

"Stop! Stop!" Professor McGonagall turned pale, pressed his wand against his throat, and almost roared to suppress all voices, "Everyone, go back to your lounge! Now!"

The professors present were all involved in the work of maintaining order, and let us go out from the auditorium gate according to the team of the college or school.Seamus and Dean were still singing softly, and Hermione walked beside me with a sad face, and next to her was a sullen Ron.

Hermione and Ron must be as concerned as I am about Harry's safety and the mystery of what's going on normally, but to say so at such a high point of excitement would be a bit of a throwback.So we could only keep silent all the way back to the lounge. In the lounge, everyone was free from shackles again, and gathered together to discuss.

"How could this be—" said Hermione anxiously, "how could there be such a glitch, and it happens to be Harry?"

"I believe Dumbledore and the others must be investigating and solving this problem." I said dryly, trying not to let my worry and anxiety show, "Although Harry is worth it, he is not yet 17 years old. It was a small mistake..."

"Maybe not," said Ron. "Maybe Harry figured out how to throw the note, but he didn't tell the three of us."

The familiar corner suddenly fell silent, in contrast to the bustle and bustle in the center of the lounge.Both Hermione and I looked at him in disbelief, but Ron insisted, "That's fine...but I don't understand why he's hiding it from us..."

"Listen, everyone!" cried Fred suddenly, "this beautiful portrait lady, Violet, she heard it from Dumbledore - Harry did make it! He's a warrior! Champion of Ryffindor!"

"Woohoo—" There was another wave of cheers in the lounge, but Ron's face was getting paler, making the freckles on his cheeks more obvious.

"Great..." he said, "I'm going to bed first, I'm a little sleepy..."

After he finished speaking, he didn't say goodbye to us at all, and walked up the stairs with faltering steps and a cold face.Others in the waiting room have already started to pull Hermione and me to celebrate, and several girls showed envious looks and said to me: "You are so lucky! You can date a warrior!"

"I didn't date him because he became a warrior!" I said angrily, but they didn't take it seriously, and ran away grinning.

Harry was not in the waiting room, and the extra excitement and entanglements were coming towards Hermione and me. They seemed to suddenly have a lot of curiosity about Harry Potter, the warrior of Gryffindor, and they couldn't wait to talk to him. We inquired about his personal hobbies, and some people even asked me directly: "Is he very good in all aspects?"

I've never had such an embarrassing moment, and if I didn't have my wand with me, I might just impulsively cast a spell directly at him.Hermione held my arms tightly and said in a low voice, "Come on, let's go back to the dormitory too, and find Harry tomorrow. Please, don't do anything."

We ran up the stairs in embarrassment. Fortunately, the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory refused men to approach, and several boys rolled down the slide turned into a slide.Immediately afterwards, we slammed the bedroom door, shutting out the remaining female gossip lovers.

When we entered, Lavender and Parvati were both sitting on their beds, and when they saw us coming in, they looked at each other.I felt a little bad, and took several deep breaths holding back my impatience, but I didn't expect Lavender to suddenly raise his voice and say, "Ah—I'm so tired today, let's go to bed early."

"Yes, yes—" Parvati said, "I'm suddenly sleepy too, so let's turn off the lights and go to bed!"

I bit my lip and glanced at Hermione. She also looked at the two gossip kings in a little astonishment, and then she couldn't help showing a relieved smile, and said in agreement: "Then let's change clothes and go to bed quickly, and get up early tomorrow to eat." breakfast."

The candlelight in the bedroom was extinguished, and the bright and cold moonlight came in from the window. I lay flat on the soft four-poster bed, staring at the deep red curtain above in a daze.Lavender's extremely deliberate snoring sounded in her ears-this silly girl, she never snores normally.

"Thank you." I whispered, very clear in the quiet bedroom, Lavender's snoring suddenly stopped, no one spoke, as if everyone was immersed in sleep.