[HP] Hogwarts students

Hermione and I sat in the front row, and the students sitting around had graffiti, big or small, on their faces. Even the Weasleys, who were invited to watch the game, had scarlet and hot gold masks on their faces. "HP".

"Dumbledore, Flitwick, Lupine, Snape..." I frowned and looked around, but I couldn't find them. Outside the entrance of the dark hedge maze, Karkaroff was talking to McGonagall. The professor yelled.

Several warriors stood behind Bagman in confusion, also watching the quarrel between the referees.At first it was just Karkaroff yelling angrily, until Hagrid couldn't bear it anymore, tugged at his collar, and shouted in a rumbling voice, "Take that back!—I won't allow—" "

Durmstrang's stands suddenly stood up, and Bagman stopped this behavior aloud. He whispered a few words to the other referees, seeming to appease Karkaroff's anxiety emotions, the game flow can continue.

The warriors were divided into three waves to enter the maze. The first wave is Harry and Cedric who are currently tied for first place. They have been silent since entering the tall and gloomy hedge maze. Even the audience sitting in the high stands watched. No in-field footage was seen.

"How could this be more exciting than football?" Dean complained, taking back the waving Griffin flag.

"What did you bring the camera for?" Ron gloated and looked back at me, but I rolled my eyes and turned away with a smile.

I thought it would be an open field, a wrap-around stadium like a Quidditch match, so that I could take pictures of Harry's heroic moments and develop three stacks of photos, one for him as a souvenir; Mom and Dad; there is still a stack in my photo album.

It turned out that these stupid dark hedges were blocking my shot and blocking everyone's view - I could hear someone start snoring.

Ten minutes later, Krum was allowed to enter the maze. His principal Karkaroff stood at the entrance and stared at him as he walked into the depths. The vines and plants gradually grew wildly and closed the entrance before he reluctantly returned. to the referee's seat.

"Your baby is in the maze—" A girl in the front row who had spoken several times suddenly turned around and looked at Hermione. She winked at her jokingly, and in the end, both Hermione and Ron received " Shut up!"

She turned around in embarrassment, and I could only sneer and shake my head: "You just have to talk a lot."

Another 5 minutes later, Fleur also walked into the maze from outside the hedge. The discussion in the stands towards Beauxbatons gradually became louder. Several boys were discussing impassionedly in French, among which I heard several times "Hibiscus".

"Can't they be quiet?" Hermione gave them a disgusted look. "Since no one else can understand what they are saying, shouldn't the volume be lowered?"

"Oh! I can understand a little bit." I said happily, and Parvati and Lavender also cast their eyes curiously, "He said...Fleur...what...you can...what...No .1...something."

"Fantastic," said Ron sharply. "I wonder why they didn't ask you to translate?"

I ignored him, but Mrs. Weasley, who was farther in front, slapped his head backwards. She looked at Ron sternly and said, "Bad boy! You can't talk to a friend like that!"

"Kelly, Hermione, how are you?" When she looked at us, she changed her loving gaze, in contrast to Ron who was rubbing the back of his head and howling, "Kelly, how is your body?" Have you fainted recently? I asked your mother, and she said that you are in good health!"

"Because—I'm really healthy." Damn Rita Skeeter.I twitched the corners of my mouth and gave her an awkward smile, "Are you here to visit Harry?"

"Yeah, Bill and I are here!" Mrs. Weasley said proudly, with long fiery red hair and earrings with fangs - Bill beside her turned around and waved at me.

Since she kept leaning forward to talk to us, Seamus and Dean in the middle had already slipped away together to change places. Ron covered his face with a look of embarrassment, and Mrs. Weasley simply stepped on the seat. Sit down next to him and continue chatting with us enthusiastically.

"Jack has been inviting us to travel... He is so polite! He said that someone from the ministry got through the relationship and organized a group on the horror tour to visit the vampires in the Transylvania castle."

Hermione hesitated to speak next to her, but I grabbed my hand to stop her. I pouted a little unhappy and said, "Really? Then you should go. I've always wanted to see vampires, but underage wizards signed No contract there. When I was a kid, my dad caught a bat to trick me into being a vampire, and I kept that bat for a week—it didn’t turn into a vampire count.”

Mrs. Weasley was grinning from ear to ear. Our conversation jumped all the way from travel to childhood memories. She whispered a lot of embarrassing things about Ron, forcing Ron to change positions.

"By the way, why didn't Sirius come?" Hermione asked, "He should be one of the people we met before the game."

"It's because he can't come." Mrs. Weasley said, "It's another errand sent by Dumbledore... If you want me to say, my godson can't come at the most important game time, how can he be considered a qualified godfather?"

"You can't say that, Sirius loves Harry very much, but he can't leave his job alone." I shook my head disapprovingly, "Besides, he has been... so eager to do something for so long, he is not a A useless person who likes to do nothing."

Our conversation came to an end for a moment when someone in the maze fired red fireworks and everyone tensed up, staring at the whole dark hedge, and my heart tightened.

The vines near the entrance began to shrink, and Fu Rong burst out of the maze, her silver hair was scorched, and her beautiful blue robe was burnt through several holes, and she was lying on the ground panting Calm down.

A sigh came from Beauxbaton's position, mixed with a few sobs.

Madam Pomfrey and Madam Maxim quickly stepped forward at the same time, leading her into the small medical tent next to her.The smug smile on Karkaroff's face was simply infuriating, but Bagman spoke a few words to Percy indifferently.

I heard that there are many terrible magical animals and organs in the maze. I wonder if Harry can return safely... Did he wear the life-saving suit I sewed for him today?I can see with my own eyes that Cedric has my amulet around his neck!

The waiting time was excruciating. We were not in the mood to continue chatting. We just stared blankly at the misty hedge fence, wishing we could take our eyes off and throw them in to see what was going on inside.

Twenty minutes later, another red light flashed. This time, no one came out on their own initiative, but Hagrid himself went in and hugged the unconscious Krum out.

"No, no, no!" Obviously, Karkaroff went crazy again, he pointed his finger at Professor McGonagall's nose and shouted angrily, "What am I talking about? You cheated!"

However, Professor McGonagall didn't have the time to coax him. I don't know what she said in a low voice, and Bagman was helping him with a smile. Karkaroff angrily snatched Krum from Hagrid's arms. Take him to a medical tent.

"How dare he point at Professor McGonagall like that!" I said indignantly. "Idiot fellow!"

"Exactly!" Hermione was also very angry, "Now there are only Harry and Digory left in the maze, I really hope Harry can win."

Obviously, the victory already belonged to Hogwarts, but now it has been refined into a battle between two colleges. I don't know who started to yell trash talk first. The stands that had been quiet for a long time began to boil again. Gryffindor and The two Hufflepuff houses started shouting at each other - a rare scene, I would say, especially when Slytherins were watching.

"Cedric Diggory's a stupid big idiot!" Ron yelled, getting the Hufflepuffs excited and quickly getting their rebuttal: "Is that so... huh Leigh Potter is a showy liar!"

"Oh my god——" I rubbed my temples and lowered my head in shame. Their trash talk battle never stopped, and each had more vocabulary than the other. It was not until Professor McGonagall came to mediate with a cold face that the two sides reluctantly stopped fighting .

"I made them speechless by myself!" In order to show off, Ron changed places with Lavender and said to us triumphantly.

"That's mature enough fourth year students," said Hermione, "and you're still questioning why the Triwizard Tournament doesn't allow students under the age of seventeen to run."

"Let's take a lesson and let's get serious about the game now, shall we?"

We put our eyes on the cloudy and dark hedge maze together. The sky that was as clear as a burning cloud just now is covered with thick dark clouds. The low dark clouds are gloomy and pressing on our heads, which always gives me an ominous feeling. premonition.

The time passed by one minute and one second, 10 minutes, 10 minutes on the 10nd, [-] minutes on the [-]rd, during which no one fired red fireworks, and no one cheered triumphantly holding the Triwild Cup. My heart was always hanging in the air. I couldn't get up and down, and even had some difficulty breathing.

Thirty-five minutes after Krum was taken out, a bright red firework lit up the sky, and Hagrid quickly got into the hedge. I clasped my hands tightly and kept praying for Harry from the bottom of my heart.

Hermione beside her swallowed nervously, and it seemed that everyone was holding their breath.

Hagrid came out of the thick hedge!There was no one in his arms, but behind him was a tall figure in Hufflepuff yellow and black with a burnt hole in his chest - it was Cedric!He threw in the towel!

"Harry is the champion! Gryffindor has won!"

All Gryffindor College, who were still dozing off just now, stood up, everyone waved their flags and ribbons, and the screams and cheers almost drowned me out.

But until after Cedric stumbled and ran near the referee's seat, he didn't see Harry holding the Triwizard Cup. A strange atmosphere spread, the screaming suddenly disappeared, and the cheers gradually slumped. We all looked at Cedric panicked.

The suddenly quiet environment accentuated his volume even more, and he yelled hysterically.

"Help Harry! He's gone! - as soon as he touches the Triwizard Cup, he's gone! That's a portkey!"