The Son of Light of the Snake House

Percy's letter followed May's footsteps.

This is actually quite strange. It always makes people feel that one second it seems to be still in the icy winter, but the next second, it is suddenly summer, and it is also the summer semester of Hogwarts.

His letter was short and impatient:

"As I keep telling the Daily Prophet, Mr. Crouch is working too hard and is currently taking a break. He regularly sends out instructions by owl. No, I haven't seen him in person, but I think you should believe that I Never mistake my boss's handwriting. I've got my hands full at the moment, trying to quell these nonsense rumors. Please don't bother me again unless it's important. Happy Easter."

But Harry believed in the drunken Winky more than Percy, who was often out of his mind, and he thought it was ridiculous.

What Shining said that day has been lingering in his mind—"He doesn't want to repent!" "He has completely failed his master's education! The master loves him so much and trusts him so much! But he went on a bad path! Let the master lose What a waste of face! The master tried so hard to get him out, but he escaped, and even lost his daughter—"

What does it mean to pick it up and run away?What is "lost" female...?

Harry could only think of one result: Mr. Crouch managed to get his son out of Azkaban, at the expense of an important person.

But not only did Little Crouch not thank his old father, on the contrary, as a dutiful son, he seemed to run away to participate in underground activities about Voldemort, so Winky said that he "failed his master's education to him".A respectable and well-known person like Mr. Crouch would probably find it hard to bear that his son was a Death Eater?

Just like the policeman was angry when he saw his son robbing in the street.

Thinking this way, Harry stared blankly at the lawn in front of him. It was afternoon.

Hermione had been busy with her growing number of lessons lately, and Ron - he was still making up his History of Magic homework.Harry felt that staying in the library was too boring, so he came out to bask in the afternoon sun alone, taking Daniel's little butterfly along with him.

Speaking of this little butterfly, Harry thinks it is a typical representative of the buyer's show and the seller's show.Originally in Daniel's hands, the little Morpho, which could be large or small, but could be invisible and go up to the sky, was only as long as two little finger knuckles in his own hands, and he only basked in the sun every day and was lazy.

At that time, Daniel should change one for himself.

Thinking of this, Harry thought of Professor Snape again—wouldn't Daniel be very sad if he knew that the professor he liked turned out to be one of the Death Eaters he had defeated?And the silhouette of Daniel that he saw in the tavern with Sirius that day always lingers in Harry's mind.

What did he do?Harry Ming knew that this belonged to his friend's privacy, but...

He watched the little butterfly fly over and watched it land on his finger, so "chua" flicked it and threw it away: "I just know how to eat it!" He didn't know how to analyze it for me!

Butterfly:?

"Harry—" Ron's voice came from behind.

"I'm here!" Harry waved his hand, not intending to stand up.

"Professor McGonagall told you to go to her office at night!" Ron put his hands together into barrels to make his voice louder.

Harry stood up without saying a word, reached out and brushed the dirt and grass clippings on his robes, and walked to Ron: "Do you know why Professor McGonagall asked me to go? I handed in my Transfiguration paper? "

"I don't know." Ron spread his hands: "It shouldn't be the reason. I have only written a third of my metamorphosis paper, and Professor McGonagall didn't care about me. It should be the Triwizard Tournament?"

Harry looked at him appreciatively, then stretched out his right hand and patted Ron's shoulder: "Ron, you secretly became smart behind my back."

"Of course - wait, what do you mean? I was stupid before?" Ron reacted suddenly.

"Look, you've really become smarter! Your reaction speed has become faster!" Harry laughed and ran forward two steps. Between his slightly clenched right fingers, there was a small flash of light. The transparent wings flapped gently.

In the evening, around 08:30, Harry broke up with Ron and Hermione in the Gryffindor Tower and went downstairs.Cedric was coming out of the Hufflepuff common room when he walked across the hall.

"What do you think it could be?" Cedric asked Harry as they descended the stone steps together into the overcast night. "Fleur keeps nagging about underground tunnels. She thinks we're looking for treasure." .”

"That's not so bad," said Harry, thinking he'd just have to borrow a Niffler from Hagrid and let it do the work.

They walked down the pitch-black lawn towards the Quidditch pitch and entered through a gap between the stands.

"What are they doing here?" Cedric said angrily, stopping abruptly.

Quidditch pitches are no longer flat and smooth.It seems that someone has built countless long low walls here. These low walls are intricate and meandering in all directions.

"It's the wall!" said Harry, looking down at the low wall closest to him. "What does this mean? Is the third game going to examine horticultural modifications?"

"Of course not!" cried a cheery voice.

Ludo Bagman stands in the middle of the court, next to Klum and Fleur.Harry and Cedric stepped over the low walls towards them.Fleur smiled brightly at Harry as he approached.Since Harry rescued her sister from the lake, she's turned 180 on him.

Harry's expression towards Bagman was a bit unnatural, and now when he saw him, he wanted to "gamble" that Darnell had said before.

"How, what do you think?" When Harry and Cedric climbed over the last low wall, Bagman asked happily as if he didn't notice Harry's expression, "it's going well, isn't it? Another month, Hagrid will make them twenty feet tall. Don't worry,"

"What about the Quidditch match?" Harry asked.

Seeing the unhappy expressions on Harry and Cedric's faces, Bagman said with a smile, "As soon as the Tournament is over, your Quidditch pitch will be back to normal! Speaking of which, both of you are Quidditch students in your own academy." Odd player!"

Cedric nodded, and Bagman patted Harry's shoulder heavily: "I also like Quidditch, so don't worry."

Harry touched his hot shoulder that had been patted, and slandered in his heart: It's not sure whether he likes Quidditch or the income from gambling.

Immediately, Bagman turned around again and said to several people: "Okay, I think you can probably guess what we are going to do here, right?"

No one spoke for a while, and then—

"Maze," Krum said gruffly.

The author has something to say:

Harry: Lazy Butterfly Climb

Butterfly: Do you think you are polite?

Many leaves are sinking! 5555 Wan Yechi pulled out Mona, damn it.

I really went to my grandma's house to draw cards in the game recently.