The Son of Light of the Snake House

"What's that?" Ron said dryly, as if he had just gone to fight a dragon.

"It's a letter." Harry spread out the crumpled letter. "It's from Sirius—he sent it to me before the game." He was ashamed to say that he was too nervous to read it at the time.

"What did he say?" Ron leaned over curiously, so Harry lowered his head and pulled off the wax seal on it.

"Let me see...he wrote a couple of spells that would do damage to dragons, and then blessed my game—well, I've done this, and he said..."

"what?"

"He said he wanted to contact Daniel?" Harry and Ron stared wide-eyed.

"Why did he suddenly think... I mean, he doesn't seem to know him very well..." Ron didn't understand either.

Harry turned the thin letter paper over and read, "'Dear Harry, if you can help me...'"

"Dear Harry, if possible, would you be able to mediate me with that friend of yours, Jerome?"

Sirius rubbed his wrist unconsciously, and the gorgeous cursive English flowed out from the tip of the pen like a stream of water.

"You may think my request is a bit strange, but I think the causes of some of the incidents I am concerned about are related to him, or in other words, related to what he has mastered."

"The button you forwarded to me, I have some clues and clues temporarily, and then I remembered that you once said that Jerome has other things, I want to continue to investigate it, I think..." Sirius sat Sitting on the chair in the living room, he turned his head to look at the second floor of Black's house, where he and Regulus had rooms.

"I think they have something to do with my brother who has passed away."

Then he wrote: "I've almost packed up the whole old Black house, and I'm going to make a room for you, my godson, so that you can leave the Dursleys' house and live in it during the holidays." Come here, of course, I also welcome your friends very much!

Once again, I sincerely wish you success in the game, you will succeed, remember to describe the scene of the game to me, I am waiting for you.

Yours, Sirius. "

"That's all he wrote." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"The button has something to do with Sirius' younger brother?" Ron touched his chin with a serious expression, looking like a child imitating an adult.

Harry wanted to laugh, but he was too embarrassed to laugh directly, so he coughed twice: "The button is the one Daniel gave me at the end of last semester, and he said it came from a lake full of corpses. The one who washed up on the shore, Sirius' brother, I don't know him."

"Then let's go directly to Daniel, I think he might know something else."

"I don't think so." Harry looked very serious: "Maybe Daniel is also confused."

The two continued to move forward.They had just rounded the clump of trees behind which Harry had first heard the dragon's roar when suddenly a witch jumped out from behind the clump of trees.

It's Rita Skeeter.She is wearing a bright green robe today, and the shorthand pen in her hand matches the color of the robe very well.

"Congratulations, Harry!" she said, looking at Harry with a big smile on her face. "Wonder if you could say a word to me? How did you feel when you faced the dragon? Is the scoring fair?"

"Okay, of course I can have a word with you," Harry was annoyed in his heart, but he restrained himself from remaining calm and said, "Goodbye."

After speaking, he and Ron ran towards the castle together.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Harry." Ron looked a little worried, and he looked at the Forbidden Forest behind him as he ran: "After all, she is a well-known reporter, and it wouldn't hurt to ask her to interview you. You can put Your reputation has grown even further!"

Harry curled his lips: "I've had enough of this stuff, and besides, I just can't stand her interview—did I tell you?"

"?" Ron put on a curious expression.

So Harry told him in detail about his unpleasant interview with Rita Skeeter that day, and spent a lot of space describing her arrogance, her ugly face, and her crazy quill.

"She asked me, 'What do you think of your parents?' and before I could answer, the quill wrote: 'His emerald green eyes filled with tears...'"

"Merlin! I really hate such exaggeration. Even if I am full of tears, I believe it is because of her anger!"

Ron giggled, and Harry complained again: "So after that, almost everyone who read the Daily Prophet would taunt me like this, and they would quote Rita Skeeter and laugh about it. "

"I don't know why they can't see that it's Rita Skeeter!"

Ron patted him on the shoulder comfortingly and admitted: "It seems that you know her better, and you did the right thing, so what do you want to do first?"

"Uh..." Harry scratched his head, "Why don't we go and find Daniel first?"

"I think you need a break, Harry." Ron said gravely, before laughing again: "We'd better go downstairs to a surprise party for you - Fred and George must have stolen it from the kitchen A lot of delicious food."

Harry rubbed his growling stomach in agreement.

Sure enough, when they entered the Gryffindor common room, there was another round of cheers and uproar inside.Tables and chairs were piled high with mountains of cake, jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer.Lee Jordan set off some Filipard fireworks, and there were many stars and sparks in the air.Dean Thomas, who is good at drawing, has put up several eye-catching new banners, most of which show Harry flying around the Horntail on a firearm, although two show Cedric with his head on fire scenario.

I have to say that the paintings are very good, especially Cedric, who is very vivid.

"My God, it's heavy," Lee Jordan said, holding Harry's golden egg on the table, weighing it in his hands, "open it up, Harry! Let's see what's inside!"

"He should solve the clues himself," Hermione said hastily, "The rules of the Tournament stipulate..."

"It's okay Hermione." Harry stopped her and replied in a small voice that only the three of them could hear, "I should figure out how to cross the dragon myself, too."

But of course, Harry wasn't too convinced that the golden egg puzzle was that simple.

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There have been a lot of practical training classes recently, but they are all very good... It’s impossible not to go.