[HP] Harry and the Platypus go to Gringotts

If possible, Harry really hoped that Christmas would not pass, but back to school finally came.Sirius took her to the door of the apartment. Grimmauld Square was very close to King's Cross Station, within walking distance. "I'm sorry I can't help you bring your luggage to the station. There are too many people there. It's hard to say if anyone will recognize me." Holidays expire, but arrest warrants don't.

"It's okay, don't worry," said Harry.

He leaned over and kissed her hair lightly, then hugged her for a long time.Harry hugged him back as hard as he could, and she felt good about this goodbye. "Be safe, Harry." He still had her arms around her, and she didn't seem impatient to let go. "Be happy too, okay?"

"Okay, I will," she said. "Goodbye, Sirius."

On the first morning after returning to Hogwarts, she left the castle before dawn, pushing the bicycle that had been dismantled into parts and stuffed into the trunk—on which she spent almost all her summer vacation doing Coffee shop waitress money.There was a track that had been trodden by people for hundreds of years beside the high fence, and she thought she could ride down this path, round the field, the whooping willow, and Hagrid's hut.But when passing by the Black Lake, something suddenly surfaced, startling Harry almost fell off the bicycle. "what are you doing here?!"

It was Cedric Diggory rising wet from the water. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I thought no one would be here at this time, so I'm here to prepare for the second project."

"Okay, I see. So how are you doing?"

"Not good, not good... I have to stay underwater for an hour to find a treasure, but I doubt I can last that long." He tried to shake the water from his hair, "This is—a bicycle ? I've only seen neighbor Muggle kids ride." It was obvious that he had some interest in cycling.

"My cousin got a nice mountain bike last year and I've been very jealous, and I think it's nice to get some exercise every day at Hogwarts. I can drive you back if you don't mind, and the rack can sit Alone," said Harry, "but before that, I think you should get your coat on, Cedric."

He blushed. "Yeah - okay. Never mind, the treasures in the Black Lake can wait." Cedric was fully dressed and sat behind the bicycle.

"How do you keep breathing underwater?" Harry asked him, stepping on the pedal.

"Bubble head curse," he replied, "this is the safest method I can think of, but the disadvantage is also obvious-the air in the bubble is limited. If there is interference during the ventilation, it will be troublesome. "

"You can try partial deformation, turning the breathing system into aquatic organisms and the like. This is the switching between states, and you don't need to worry about it having a time limit."

Cedric had not expected such a clear suggestion.After a moment of silence, he smiled slightly and said, "Ah, yes, transfiguration, if only it were that simple. You must be very good at transfiguration."

"It is said that my father is very good at transfiguration, maybe I have inherited some of his talent."

He suddenly said something else. "I thought the Yule Ball was very well done. It's a pity you didn't come, Harry, especially when your friend Zabini came."

"I bet he's been standing around all night, looking at everything in front of him with a face full of disdain, no doubt about it, isn't he?"

"You guessed right."

"I'm curious, when did you first know Blaise?"

"I went to see you in the Slytherin lounge on Christmas Eve - um, wanted to invite you to the dance. That's when he told me you wrote the anonymous letter, telling me that the first project was dragons. "

"Fuck him - sorry - what did you just say?!"

"Don't blame Zabini for that, he just thought I should know who to say thank you to."

"Oh, I don't blame him. But if I wasn't in the Great Hall at dinner tonight, I'd be standing in the Slytherin boys' dormitory with blood on my hands, calculating how much a dead man would do to the water quality of the Black Lake ’” Harry narrowed his eyes.She wanted to tell him about the first project in person, but every time she saw Cedric, he was always surrounded by admirers. "This matter is not worthy of your gratitude to me, because everyone except you is cheating, just treat me as being fair."

"really?"

Hearing her say that, Cedric was surprised.So she recounted in detail the night Hagrid had secretly taken her and Headmaster Beauxbatons to see the Hungarian Horntail.

He couldn't understand how there was so much strength in her slender body and slender legs that allowed the bicycle to glide so easily and briskly on the firm dirt.Still, Harry had a bit of a hard time going uphill. "I have to say," she said, standing up on the pedals and pushing hard, "you are heavier than you look, Cedric."

"But you're stronger than you look too, aren't you?"

She smiled. "I've never been described like that before. It's so fresh—have you thought about what to do with the prize money if you win the game, Cedric? That's a thousand galleons." Red hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a white neck.

He did have something to say about that.What Cedric said to Professor Sprout when he started to talk about career counseling, but the content is more refined and the tone is more sure, as if the career counseling half a year ago was specially designed for today's conversation dress rehearsal.

"I've had this idea a long time ago - what to do when I have some savings. I love children, and I hope I can start a wizarding pre-school in the future. You know, most British wizarding families grow up Children will not master many spells before the first grade, but compared with little Muggle-born wizards, they always have an advantage: the popularity of common sense, and familiarity with magical culture-suddenly knowing that they can learn magic, alone Going to Hogwarts is definitely challenging for an 11-year-old. Don't people always say that the best way to improve a foreign language is to create an environment of frequent exposure to it? I think pre-schools are It is designed to provide a similar learning-promoting environment. So, if I really win the game, I will deposit it in the treasury to earn interest as a start-up capital in the future.” He said, “After graduation, I plan to work for a few years, Go out and see the world, and spend some more time studying how to run the organization as well as possible. When I feel that I am really ready and everything is in place, I will use this money and savings from working for a few years Take it out and implement this idea. Maybe the whole plan sounds too immature, but I have to try it first before I can confirm whether it will work..."

Hearing his own voice becoming passionate about this topic, hearing his voice continue to rise slightly when talking about grand ambitions and conservative expectations, and hearing himself finally ending with self-effacing confidence, Cedric suddenly realized that , How much did he want to impress this girl.Harry listened patiently as he spoke, without interjecting, until Cedric had finished speaking, and then he heard her say: "It's a great ideal, and I look forward to seeing it realized one day."

"Really? You really think so?" Seeing her nodding with her back to him, Cedric felt happier than the moment the Goblet of Fire chose him, "I will try my best."

Soon they got off their bikes and walked quietly side by side on the last stretch of cobbled road leading to the castle.

"Next year...will they make you the head of the Boys' Council?"

"I don't know, I think maybe it will keep me captaining the Quidditch team."

"Okay," said Harry, pushing on the handlebars, "that's pretty good, too."

"Will you come play with us again?"

"Hopefully."

"Okay. I think you are really suitable for the Seeker position. You should try it-of course, you are also very good as a Chaser, but you are very flexible and have a good eye, and I also I've always wanted to compete with you."

"Yeah, okay."

"So, I have the honor to compete with you?"

"When I'm ready next time, I think I'll give it a try. But I want you to swear to me, if I'm doing badly, you're going to speak up and not put me off, even if it's well-intentioned."

"It couldn't be easier," he said. "I'll be ruthless. I'll be cruel. But then I have to tell you that you still look beautiful today. Is that okay?"

She tried her best to sound shy and courteous. "Okay, I guess that's not too much."

They both realized at the same time that they had said "yes" too many times, so they both smiled silly and looked down at the road under their feet.Harry paused as they walked into the shadows of the castle, waiting for his last words. "Well, goodbye then, Harry." Cedric said, smiling up, "see you next time, okay?"

His concerns about the second item didn't occur to him once until he got back to the Hufflepuff common room.

"—Cedric?"

When Harry opened his eyes and woke up, he found that his body was cold and his face was covered with water. Cedric was pulling himself to swim forward, and he turned his head when he heard her voice.His face was still tense from trying to stay alert just now. "Don't worry, I think there should be no more Grindylow attacks here..."

Then the second project is estimated to be like this. "Congratulations." She followed the boy to the shore to lighten his load.

"It's not time for congratulations yet. I'm not doing very well. I may have exceeded the time limit, but it's better than I feared." When his eyes finally focused on her, Cedric realized that the game was over. When it was over, he slowly relaxed. "How are you?"

As soon as they landed, Madam Pomfrey rushed over and wrapped her in a blanket so tightly that Harry felt like a serial killer who had been arrested and put on a restraint.This was not enough, Madam Pomfrey forcefully poured a hot potion into her mouth again, and hot steam came out of her ears immediately.Soon, Viktor Krum of Durmstrang swam ashore with Granger.Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons is also back, but alone.She was injured, but she struggled desperately to jump into the water, but was held tightly by Ms. Maxim.It was only after the mermaids brought back her sister Gabriel that Delacour calmed down a bit. "I still don't understand," Harry asked himself while waiting for the judges to score, "why I was chosen as a hostage at Hogwarts and called to Professor McGonagall's office to be hypnotized, and why Dems Trump's hostage is Granger?"

"The hostages are not selected according to the school. The clues of the golden eggs say that the things that the warriors took away are beloved things." Cedric said.

"What? Oh—you mean—"

"They picked you because I like you. And you, do you like me?"

That's how he hit it.Like in a movie where a cream pie is thrown and some comedian walks up and bumps it head-on.

At this moment, Ludo Bagman's voice amplified by magic suddenly sounded in their ears, which startled them and made the audience in the stands quiet down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have finally made a decision. Mercus, the female mermaid leader, told us everything that happened at the bottom of the lake. We have decided to rate the warriors as follows... ..."

After Bagman announced that the last project would take place on the evening of June 24, Ms. Pomfrey escorted the warriors and hostages back to the castle, and they never had a chance to speak alone.But the next morning, when she pushed her bicycle down the stone steps, she was not surprised to see Cedric standing there.

"I think I'll always meet you here." He looked at her, "About the last time I asked you—"

Her answer was to throw the handlebars and run to him and kiss him.Harry's palms were even sweating.What if she screwed up the first time because she was nervous?If it didn't go right the first time, what should they say while they wait to try again?Moreover, if even such a small thing requires trial and error, is it all a mistake?Fortunately, kissed is kissed.Cedric, with twinkling eyes, looks shy and proud, like a boy waiting to blow out the candles in Happy Birthday.

"You know what? I'm suddenly confident in the third project now - none of my other warriors have been as lucky as I am anyway. If you'll be in the stands and pray for me when the time comes, I will More sure."

"I don't pray for other people, Cedric," said Harry, "because I don't think God is very trustworthy—tell you what I would do." She took a step closer and took his hand. "I'll always thinking of you."