[HP] Hogwarts students

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

After Cedric shouted these words, he was exhausted and passed out on the grass field.

In an instant, it seemed that time was compressed and elongated.From the flock of birds flying across the sky, to Hagrid's sudden loud howling, it was like a time rope being pulled at the tail, and everything was suddenly slowed down.

Maybe it was because Hagrid's voice was too abrupt, and suddenly there was a sharp tinnitus in my ears, which didn't match the scene in front of me, even a little funny.

I saw everyone stand up from their seats, Hermione slowly covered her frightened and opened mouth; Ron sat slumped on his seat, taking a deep breath with difficulty; Parvati and Lavender hugged each other and wept. No one can make them happy...

Mrs. Weasley broke into the judging box with her skirt up, just like Mr. Diggory jumping up from the stands. All the referees rushed up and surrounded the unconscious Cedric.

Hermione started shaking my shoulders, and she was crying, teardrops trailed down my chest, soaking a large piece of fabric.

I finally heard the sound, it was a miserable scream that came from nowhere, the sharp scream seemed like a sharp knife pierced the sky, tearing up the illusion of peace and tranquility, followed by a tidal wave Noisy voices, they are panicking, shouting.

"Attention everyone—"

But the calm and calm Professor McGonagall stood up and presided over the overall situation. She asked the president of the student union and the prefects to set an example and organize all the students to return to their lounges with calm emotions. Sparton's students also returned to their resting places, until someone came to tell them to go to the auditorium.

"Kelly! Say something!" Hermione shook my shoulders, sobbing in relief until I looked at her with distracted eyes, "Don't, don't worry...Harry will be fine."

We followed the silent procession towards the castle, everyone bowed their heads in silence, occasionally interspersed with a few chattering discussions, self-righteously covering up their peeping gazes.

Professor McGonagall stood near the queue with a dignified expression. There were many disciplined professors present, but Remus, Flitwick, Snape—and Dumbledore were the only ones missing.

My eyes lit up, I broke away from the team and rushed towards her, and asked in a trembling voice: "Professor McGonagall, you must know where Harry has gone, right?"

She looked down at me, with the corners of her mouth twitching slightly, and said forcefully: "I don't think so, Miss Morris. And at this time you should follow behind the prefect and stay safely in the tower."

I don't know if it was the prefect of the sixth grade or the seventh grade who started to pull my arm, and I shook it off hard.I could feel the heat in my eye sockets and the precursors of pantothenic acid in my nose, but I was still stubbornly nailed to the spot and looked at her earnestly: "Please, professor! I know there must be a reason for Dumbledore's disappearance today, you guys You all know that Triwizard Cup is a Portkey, right?

I just want to know - where Harry goes, Dumbledore is there too, isn't he? "

Maybe my pain touched her, or maybe I pulled her robe too exaggeratedly, Professor McGonagall finally nodded slightly.

I let go of her robe, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief, and was caught by the prefect and returned to the queue that stayed too long.Hermione and Ron had been waiting at the gate of Dongmu for a long time, grabbed me anxiously and asked, "What did Professor McGonagall say?"

"At least Harry is safe now," I whispered as we followed the slow-moving procession up the stairs. "He's staying with Dumbledore."

"Great!" Hermione also breathed a sigh of relief, "Then where is he?"

"Obviously, McGonagall didn't tell her!" said Ron, "or she would be running to find the one-eyed witch statue by now."

I shrugged noncommittally, and followed Seamus into the opening of the lounge.All the Gryffindor students were piled up in a mess in the lounge. I didn't want to listen to their guesses and divinations, so I dragged Hermione and Ron into the old place in the corner.

"Although I don't know where they are now." I tried not to care about the comments behind me, "But I know where they will go when they come back!"

"Where?" Ron asked stupidly.

"The headmaster's office!" I felt a tight stomach. Dumbledore and the others will definitely be back there after the end...with Remus, Sirius, Cornelius Fudge...and a safe and healthy Harry. "Ron, do you know where Harry's invisibility cloak is?"

"Of course! Uh, uh...in the last drawer of his bedside table!" Ron jumped up excitedly. "I'll get it!"

Seeing him rushing back to the dormitory, Hermione said with a frown, "But we don't know the new password! Do we have to ask Professor McGonagall?"

"Don't worry, Hermione." My eyes moved from the fire-roasted applewood to her face looming in the candlelight. "There's more than one entrance to the Headmaster's office."

Ron was back with us in no time with the invisibility cloak, a grown-up invisibility cloak that adequately covered most/bodies of our three teenagers but not enough to cover bare/exposed ankles and soft bottoms leather shoes.

The rest room was filled with anxious students. They gathered around the raging stove in scattered and piles. There were also some standing near the entrance of the cave, looking up at the words on the notice board and muttering to themselves.

If there were half a dozen protruding shoed feet crossing the lounge and crawling through the opening, no one would notice!

"I have a solution!" Ron pondered for a moment, and told Hermione and I to wait for him near the entrance of the cave wearing an invisibility cloak, and then blended into the busiest crowd without anyone else present.

Hermione looked back at me, lifted the satin-lined invisibility cloak over my head, and then she also got in.

We held each other's arms and walked carefully through the moving crowd.Ginny's breathing sounded in my ears, and Angelina's arms were raised high, passing over our suddenly lowered heads.

We didn't start breathing again until the lounge hole was in front of us, my back was soaked in sweat, and my silk shirt was stuck to my skin, making it uncomfortable to move.

Ron hid behind his twin brother, and for some reason, dozens of whining seagulls flew out of Fred's plain black robe trimmed with fur, and they smelt and panicked in the lounge. Shuttle in the middle, causing bursts of screams.

Everyone scrambled to avoid the attack of smelly seagull feces, and the lounge was suddenly reduced to a buzzing beehive. Ron was running proudly from it, and followed us out of the lounge.

"I have to say, Ron." I rolled up the invisibility cloak and stuffed it into Hermione's arms, unfolding the Marauder's Map that I had cherished for a long time, "I respect you as much as those seagulls."

Ron has long arms and legs and runs faster than us. When he heard this sentence, he turned his head and looked at me suspiciously.

"It's like seagulls running away, I can't help it."

Hermione let out a short laugh, retracted his expression from rolling his eyes, and said seriously, "Ron, you're doing a great job!"

Not exaggerating at all, Ron's face flushed red immediately, from the base of his ears to his neck, and even the freckles on his face turned crimson. He turned his head falteringly, and said something vaguely, like " Thanks".

"and many more!"

When we ran all the way to the outside of the stairs on the eighth floor, the ink dots spreading on the map had a new movement. Not far from our three crowded dots, two new names appeared——Filch and Professor McGonagall!

We quickly put on our invisibility cloaks and squatted down next to the corner, covering our whole body tightly.In less than half a minute, the hurried Professor McGonagall came around the corner, followed by Filch who was reporting the situation.

"...all students are in their lounges, I'll make sure there are no exceptions..."

Well...at least we'll keep Filch's "guarantee" on the surface.

"...the distinguished guests have returned to their resting places, but the headmasters of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons have asked to meet with you, Professor."

"I ask them to wait in my office later, Filch. Now you have more important tasks." Professor McGonagall said, "Please go and inform Madam Pomfrey, and prepare the commonly used potions and white essence... ..."

The conversation gradually faded away, and no one moved for a while.Ron tore off the invisibility cloak, and I felt dizzy, as if standing on the edge of an abyss.

"Did you hear that?" I leaned against the cold and wet stone wall, and Hermione pulled me up, "They are in danger, he will be hurt!"

"Where did they go?" Hermione murmured, "Maybe it has something to do with Barty Crouch Jr. He is a Death Eater, he must be brewing a huge conspiracy, and Dumbledore saw it in advance killed him!"

"Shall we go to the hospital wing, or wait in the headmaster's office?" Ron asked.

"Of course it's the headmaster's room!" I exclaimed, and tapped my wand on the smooth wall, and a plain wooden door gradually appeared. "Hogwarts can't apparate, so they will definitely come back from the furnace in the headmaster's room."

We put our invisibility cloaks back on and hunched like long bowtruckles into the dimly lit office before pushing the door open.The portraits on the walls are very quiet, most of the people in the paintings are asleep, and a few gentlemen gather in one painting to play chess.

We didn't want to attract the attention of these past principals, so we quietly hid in the only corner where no portraits were hung.There is no light in the office, and although the bright moonlight casts unscrupulously on the room from the window, it does not reach this dark corner.

"That's weird." I couldn't help asking, "Why isn't Fox in the office?"

Fox, which was supposed to be resting on a gilded perch, was nowhere to be seen. I counted its nirvana period in my heart, and it wasn't these few days.

"Never mind that bird—" Ron gasped, shaking our arms. "Look at that sword!"

Next to the wall near the desk was an exquisite glass case, inside which was a beautiful shiny silver sword, with an egg-sized ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt, shining brightly in the moonlight.

Then, it began to emit a strong light, covering the whole office like daytime light, I heard it start shaking in the glass box, making a loud "clang bang bang bang bang" sound, waking up all the people in the portrait .

"Oh, it's starting again."

"I really don't know who will pull out the sword this time."

"Didn't anyone throw this thing under the bed? It's making me sleep!"

With a flash of silver light, the sword suddenly disappeared.It took away the light in a room, and returned the tranquility and darkness to the gloomy room.The gentleman and lady in the portrait exchanged a few words as usual, then stopped talking and returned to their own portrait.

"Bloodyhell..." Ron said dumbfounded, "When they come back, it won't be our fault, will it?"

We soon learned of this, for after twenty or ten minutes, one figure after another emerged from the crackling green fire.

Cornelius Fudge, Snape, Remus, Professor Flitwick...the last one is Sirius holding Harry!

I looked at Harry longingly from a distance. His clothes were torn, revealing the amulet burned to ashes inside, and there were several visible wounds, but he was still awake, eager to conceive Sirius. Jump down.

"I'm really fine! Sirius!"

He—he's fine!That was really the best news I heard this evening, but the next second, Professor Flitwick raised his wand and cast a silent stun spell over Harry.

Harry, who had just landed in the arms of Sirius, suddenly lost consciousness with his legs limp, and was put into his arms again by his godfather with a complex expression. spoke.

"Please take Harry to the hospital wing, Severus."