HP watched dad grow up and assisted him

I made a mistake and published it directly, but there is a draft in front.It cannot be withdrawn.It can only be empty.

☆, fourth grade

The further north the train traveled, the harder the rain fell, the sky was dark, the windows were foggy, and the lanterns were lit at noon.The dining car rattled down the corridor, and Harry bought a large stack of cauldron cakes to share.

They were visited in the afternoon by a few friends, including Seamus, Dean and Neville, Seamus still wearing his Irish satin knot, which seemed to have worn off some of its magic, although it was still "Troy! Lan!" It was a creaking, but it was a faint, exhausting sound, and after about half an hour, Hermione, tired of the endless Quidditch conversation, was back to reading Standard Spells, Level Four".

Neville listened enviously to the conversation reliving the World Cup.

"My grandma doesn't want to go," he said pitifully, "and won't buy a ticket. Ah, that sounds exciting."

"Yes," said Ron, "look at this, Neville..."

He rummaged through the boxes on the luggage rack and pulled out a miniature statue of Viktor Krum.

"Wow!" Neville exclaimed enviously, and Ron shoved Krum into his chubby hands.

"We saw him up there, pretty close," said Ron, "we were sitting in the top box—"

"It's only once in your lifetime, Weasley," Draco said with kindly teasing.

He stood in the corridor, and behind him Crabbe and Goyle, who had grown at least a foot this summer, were menacing and a little goofy.Apparently Dean and Seamus overheard the conversation through the carriage door when they left the door open.

"Draco." Lilian greeted.

"I think... you know my box is right next to it?" Draco raised his eyebrows.

"Well, but today I want to sit here."

Harry slowly raised his chest, the silver brooch on his chest looked familiar.What kind of accessory is this?Lillian, Potter and Professor Snape? !terrible.

Although the decision was taken for granted, Draco was still a little uncomfortable with Harry's gesture. He turned his gaze away and sneered, "Weasley... what is that?" He pointed to Ron's box, which contained the robe The hem of the dress was exposed, and it was a very ordinary and old dress.

"Weasley, you don't want to wear it. Looks like you're going to sign up, aren't you, Weasley? Get some honor on the lintel? You know, and there's money to be made... if you win . . . have money for a decent robe."

"Shut up." Ron tucked his robe back.

"Explain your words?" Hermione looked up from Standard Spells, Level [-].

"Could it be that you don't know?" He cheered up, but looked at Lilian again.Professor Snape should have told Lilian.But Lilian didn't say anything, he cleared his throat, "Okay, a reminder, the Triwizard Tournament."

Lilian gestured and followed Draco out for a while.

"Is your family okay?"

Draco dismissed the people around him, "It's not good." Draco was a little annoyed, "Lilian, you know?"

"If I remember correctly...I mean, if the news is accurate, Voldemort is already preparing." Lilian said, "The next thing will be much more complicated. Is Aunt Narcissa still in good health?"

"It seems a little haggard recently." Draco sighed.

"Do you remember last Christmas when I made..."

"I thank you, but it's dangerous to bring it out now," Draco said. "Let's talk about it slowly, and it's best… to keep it from Dad. In case there's something about Dementia."

"I know, don't worry." Lilian smiled, "If you believe in me, everything will be fine."

"Yeah." Draco hugged her and sat back in the chair, he needed to be quiet.Lilian withdrew and returned to Harry's box.At this time, Hermione also talked about the Triwizard Tournament almost.Hogwarts is coming too.

The train door opened, and there was a rumble of thunder in the air. Hermione wrapped Crookshanks in her cloak and got off the train.Facing the pouring rain, they lowered their heads and squinted their eyes as they walked forward.It was raining so hard and fast now that it seemed like buckets of ice water kept pouring over their heads.

Even with waterproofing and moisture protection, those weights can't be ignored.

"Hi, Hagrid!" Harry exclaimed, seeing a tall figure from behind at the far end of the platform.

"Hey! Harry?" Hagrid turned around and waved his hand. "See you at the celebration, if you're not drowned!"

The first year students are always traditionally led by Hagrid by boat across the lake to Hogwarts Castle.

"Well, I can't imagine walking across the lake in this weather," said Hermione, as they joined the crowd, making their way slowly along the dark platform in small steps.A hundred carts without horses were waiting for them outside the station.Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Lillian hurried into one of them, and the doors slammed shut.

A few minutes later, with the violent shaking, the car creaked and started its journey, splashed with mud and water, and stumbled on the road leading to Hogwarts Castle.

A thunderbolt flashed across the sky as their car stopped in front of the great oaken door leading into the castle by a flight of stone steps.Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Lillian jumped out of the car and hurried up the steps.They did not raise their heads until they were safely through the gate and in the vestibule with its ornate marble staircase where the torches were lit.

"Jesus," said Ron, shaking the rain from his head, "if it rains like this again, the gully will fill up - oops!"

A large water-filled red balloon fell from the roof onto Ron's head and burst.He staggered to the side just as the second water bomb landed—nearly hitting Hermione, it exploded at Harry's feet, and the cold water ran down his sock, and everyone around them was screaming and screaming at each other. Pushed and tried to flee the scene.Harry looked up to see Peeves floating 20 feet above them, a small ghost in a hat with bells and an orange bow tie.

"Peves!" An angry voice shouted, "Peves, come down now!" Professor McGonagall rushed in from the hall, "Peves, come down now!" McGonagall shouted.

"I didn't do anything!" Peeves giggled as he threw a water bomb at several fifth-year girls, who dived into the hall screaming. "They're soaked already, aren't they? Give me a shot, little ones!" He aimed another pistol at a group of second graders who had just arrived.

"I'm going to call the headmaster!" McGonagall roared. "I'm warning you, Peeves."

Peeves stuck out his tongue, threw his last water bomb in the air, and landed abruptly on the marble steps, giggling like a maniac.

"Hey, keep going!" Professor McGonagall snapped at the panicked students. "Come on, get into the hall!"

The four slipped across the vestibule and through the double doors on the right.Here, Lillian parted from them and went to the Slytherin table.

The hall was as splendid as it used to be, newly decorated for the opening ceremony, golden plates and goblets glistened in the light of hundreds of candles floating in mid-air, and four long tables were filled. Students gossiping, and at the top of the hall, staff sit at a fifth table, facing their students.

Harry and the others waved to Lilian, passed Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and sat far away on the other side of the hall with the rest of Gryffindor.

The author has something to say: How to live, that is, a lifetime, how to ask, is just a question~

Gray Fang: "New term, new atmosphere, what do old Hogwarts friends think?"

Lilian: "Actually, after the past three years, I have been very happy. However, I know the future direction, but I can't say it. I feel very sad."

Harry: "It is because of suffering that we grow. Do you know that your company is enough to make me happy?"

Fred: "You know everything is going to be different in the future, right?"

Lupine: "We'll all have a bright future."

Tonks: "After success, it's time to celebrate together."

Sirius: "After you came, the ending has been set."

Snape: "So don't say anything sad."

Dumbledore: "Many people have changed, but it has to be said that we exist and enjoy the best, don't we?"

Sirius: "Hey, why are you talking behind me? It can't be because you were absent-minded. When you wanted to keep up, you realized it was too late."

Snape: "Close your ears and listen."

Sirius: "I'm talking to you, rude guy..."

Dumbledore: It's not easy for the old man to say a word, don't slap him in the face so quickly.

☆, new students

Sir Nicholas sat next to them, and Nick, all pearly white and translucent, was wearing his usual tight robes tonight, with an oversized bow tie that did the double job of giving him a particularly festive look and keeping his head secure. Not to dangle too much on a partially cut neck.

"Good evening." He smiled at them.

"Not very good." Ron rubbed his stomach, "I hope they start the sorting ceremony soon, I'm very hungry."

Just then, an extremely excited, breathless voice came from the table above, "Hello, Harry!"

It's Colin Creevey, he's in the third grade this year.Although suppressed a lot, there is still an indescribable admiration for Harry.

"Harry, guess what? Guess what? Harry, my brother is in too! My brother Dennis!"

"Oh—that's great." Harry laughed.

"He's so excited!" said Colin, bouncing up and down on his seat deftly. "I was counting on him to be in Gryffindor! Hey! Harry, bless him."

"Um, fine," said Harry, looking at the other three. "Siblings usually go in the same house, don't they?"

"Oh, that's not necessarily true," said Hermione. "Parvati Patil's twin sister is in Ravenclaw." Hermione asked, looking at the professor's bench. "Where's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

"I don't know." Harry shook his head, looked at Lilian, who was sitting next to Draco, and unconsciously looked at the professor's chair, where Snape was also there.

They were used to it before, but most of the school hadn't gotten used to Snape's new image, which caused a lot of concern.Harry could hear some girls talking about him.

And it seems that there are some unfriendly voices.Harry couldn't really hear it, but he could guess that most people talked about his and Lillian's Patronus, Snape saying love to Lillian, and Lillian and Snape's intimate behavior at the Quidditch World Cup. United together and said.

Although there is no connection between these three things, it is indeed easy to be misunderstood.Only then did Harry thank Snape for his majesty, keeping them from saying those strange things in public.But speaking of it, people who don't really understand this kind of mood will probably misunderstand it. After all, the gossip content of these three things is too high.

I just hope that Lilian will not be affected.

"Could Dumbledore not find it?" Hermione didn't notice Harry's worry, looking at the professor's seat, she looked anxious.

"I'll definitely find it." Although Ron was so reassuring, he still thought in his heart that it would be best if he couldn't find a professor, so he wouldn't have to go to class.

At this moment the hall opened, and the people immediately fell silent, and Professor McGonagall led a long line of first-year students into the hall.

The freshmen, who appeared to have swum across the lake rather than boats, were all shivering with cold and nervousness.They stood in a single file, facing the rest of the staff and students, and stopped, all the new students except the youngest boy among them, who had gray-brown hair wrapped around what Harry thought was Hagrid's mole. The clothes were too big for him in the mouse fur coat, and it looked like he was wrapped in a furry black tent.

His little face poked out of his collar, looking overly excited, and as he lined up with his terrified companions, he caught Colin's eye, gave a thumbs up, and mouthed, " I fell into the lake." He was rather pleased about it.

In front of the first-year freshmen, Professor McGonagall placed a four-legged stool on the ground. On top of the stool, there was an extremely old and dirty wizard hat patched.The Sorting Hat is still the same.The freshmen stared at the hats, and the others stared at the hats.For a moment there was silence, and then a slit in the brim opened like a mouth, and the hat began to sing:

"That was more than 1000 years ago

I was just woven into shape

There were four famous wizards

Their names have been passed down to this day

Brave Gryffindor, from the barren swamp

Just Ravenclaw, from the peaceful river

Merciful Hufflepuff, from the open valley

Shrewd Slytherin, from that quagmire

They share a dream, a wish

They have a bold plan

To nurture young wizards into talents

That's how Hogwarts was founded

The four great wizards

Everyone builds their own academy

in the students they teach

Valuable talents have different ideas

According to Gryffindor, the bravest

deserve the highest award

According to Ravenclaw, the most intelligent

always the most promising

Hufflepuff felt that the hardest working

are most qualified to enter the academy

And the power-hungry Slytherin

I like those ambitious teenagers the most.

four wizards in their living years

Personally select the best students

But when they sleep in Jiuquan

How to select talents among students

Gryffindor figured it out

he took me off my head

Big Four gave me ideas

From now on, I will choose and evaluate!

ok put me on the head

I never looked past

i want to see your mind

Find out which academy you belong to! "

After the sorting hat sang, the hall burst into applause.

Then Professor McGonagall unfolded a large roll of parchment.

"When I call your name, you put on your hat and sit on the stool," she told the freshmen. "After the hat announces your house, you go and sit at the corresponding table."

"Stuart Ackley!"

A boy steps forward, visibly shaking from head to toe, lifts his sorting hat, puts it on, and sits on a stool.

"Ravenclaw," said the Hat.

He took off his hat and hurried to his seat at the Ravenclaw table, and everyone around him applauded and welcomed him.Harry saw Ravenclaw's Seeker Cho Chang, who was also applauding happily.

"Malcolm Bardoko!"

"Slytherin!"

Lilian, like everyone else at the table, welcomed the arrival of the freshmen, and every freshman was a joy.There is always an indescribable intimacy between being in the same academy.

"Eleanor Branstone!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Owen Caldwell!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Dennis Creevey!" Little Dennis staggered forward, nearly tripping over Hagrid's moleskin jacket as he slipped sideways into the hall through a door behind the staff desk.

Dennis put on the Sorting Hat, its brim seamed wide open—"Gryffindor!" the hat cried.

Hagrid and the rest of the Gryffindor class clapped together, and Dennis smiled brightly. He took off his hat, put it back on the stool, and ran to his brother.

"Colin, I fell into the lake!" he screamed, falling onto an empty seat, "It's amazing! Something in the water grabbed me and pushed me back into the boat!"

"That's cool!" Colin was equally excited, "Probably a giant squid, Dennis!"

"Whoa!" cried Dennis, who, even in the wildest fantasies, could imagine falling into a stormy, foaming lake and being pushed out of the water by a gigantic sea monster.

"Dennis! Dennis! See that boy over there? The black-haired one? Do you know who it is? Dennis!"

Harry smiled helplessly and continued watching the sorting ceremony.

"Oh, hurry up." Ron rubbed his stomach.

At the end of the sorting, a boy was sorted to Hufflepuff, and the sorting was over, and Professor McGonagall picked up the hat and the stool and put them away.

"It's time." Ron grabbed his knife and fork, looking expectantly at his golden plate.

Professor Dumbledore stood up and welcomed the students with open arms, smiling.

"I'll just say two words," he told the students, "eat." His deep voice echoed in the hall.Lilian grinned.

The author has something to say: continue from the previous article~

Voldemort: "It's just that the winner is king and the loser is bandit."

Gray Fang: "Don't talk about Shenjingbing. I didn't ask you. Aren't you drinking milk in Wormtail's arms?"

Voldemort: "I heard the news of "Light and Shadow and Mirror", you wait for me."

Lilian: "You loser, go away. Rose will never have a problem there."

Hui Fang: "That's right, if you curse me for not being able to fill the hole, I'll curse you for not being able to grow hair for the rest of your life."

Lilian: "Did you use the wrong stalk? It's more vivid when used on Draco."

Draco: Really shot while lying down. "I remember that was the movie version of me."

Lilian: "Remember what Harry thought when he was jealous of you when he started school? He used good looks to describe you."

Draco: I'm so worried, is it the girl raised by our family?

☆、Triwizard Tournament

When they had finished their meal, Albus Dumbledore stood up again, and the hum of conversation in the hall ceased at once, and only the low howling of the wind and the pounding of the heavy rain could be heard.

"Attention." Dumbledore smiled at them. "We're all well fed and drunk now. I must call your attention again, and I have a few announcements to make."

"Mr. Filch, the janitor, wants me to tell you that this year the school's no-no list has been added, for example: screaming yo-yos, toothed flying saucers, and combo boomerangs, etc., and the entire list totals 430 seven items. I think, interested Students can check in Mr. Filch's office."

Dumbledore's mouth twitched.

He continued, "I still want to remind you that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest, and those under the third year are not allowed to go to Hogsmeade."

"I also regret to inform you that the Intramural Quidditch Cup will not be held this year," Dumbledore added. "This is due to an event that started in October and will continue throughout the school year. A lot of time and effort from the teachers - but I promise, you'll enjoy the event, and I'm happy to announce that, Hogwarts, this year -"

Just then, there was a deafening thunder, and the door of the hall slammed open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane, wrapped in a black traveling cloak, and everyone in the hall turned to look at the stranger.Suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across the roof, illuminating him, and he took off his hood, letting down a long gray mane and dark gray hair.He started walking towards the staff desk.

With every step he took, the hall echoed with a deep rattling, and as he reached the end of the table, he turned to the right and walked towards Dumbledore, another bolt of lightning flashed across the roof, and Hermione held her breath.

The lightning clearly showed the man's face. Lilian had seen his photo, but it was not as deep as the real one. It seemed to be carved out of rotten wood. The sculptor seemed to have no experience in how to use a chisel. Every inch of skin on his face seemed scarred, the mouth looked like a deep gash, and a chunk of the bridge of the nose was missing, but it was the man's eyes that gave Harry the creeps.

One of the eyes was like a bead, small and black, while the other was like a coin, big and round, and still blue.This blue eye kept turning without blinking, turned up and down, looked left and right, very unlike a normal eye, the blue eye turned to the right and got into the man's head, so All they could see was the whites of his eyes.

The stranger approached Dumbledore, and he held out a hand as scarred as his face, and Dumbledore shook hands with him, saying something that Harry couldn't make out, he seemed to be asking the stranger, and The stranger shook his head while suppressing his voice and answered without a smile.Dumbledore nodded, motioning for the man to take the vacant seat to his right.

The stranger sat down, pushed back the dark gray mane around his face, pulled over a plate of sausages, picked up the plate and sniffed it with his remaining nose, then took a knife from his pocket, forked the end of the sausage, As he began to eat, his normal eye was fixed on the sausage, but his blue eyes kept rolling in their sockets, looking around the hall and the students.

"Let me introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Dumbledore said happily, breaking the silence, "He's Professor Moody."

Unfortunately, he's not the real Moody.

Moody didn't seem to mind the lukewarm welcome, and reached into his traveling cloak, pulled out a potbellied bottle, and took a deep swig.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again.

"I just said that," he said, smiling at the students, all of whom were still gaping at Mad-Eye Moody. "We are honored to host an extremely exciting event next month. It has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

"You're kidding!" exclaimed Fred Weasley.

The tension that had filled the hall since Moody's arrival was broken.

Almost everyone laughed, including Dumbledore's understanding laugh.

"I'm not joking, Mr Weasley," he said, "and since you mentioned jokes, I heard a good one this summer about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun, and they all go a bar—”

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat loudly.

"Well—perhaps it's not time for a joke yet," said Dumbledore. "Where did I go? By the way, the Triwizard Tournament, some of you don't know what this league is all about, so I I hope those who know can allow me to explain a little bit, and students who know can focus on other things."

"The Triwizard Tournament began about 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the three major schools of magic, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school elected a warrior to represent it, and the three Players compete in three magic games. The magic school takes turns to host the game every five years. It is recognized by everyone. This is the best way to build bonds among young mages. gone."

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to bring back the game," continued Dumbledore, "never more successful, however, our Department of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Sports at the Ministry of Magic believe that another attempt would be The time has come, and we've been working on it all summer. This time, to make sure no one's life is in danger."

"The headmasters of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang will arrive at our school with their shortlisted contestants in October, and the trials of the three contestants will be held on Halloween, when an impartial referee will decide which one Those who are most qualified to win the Tri-Strong Cup will be the glory of their school, and they will receive a personal bonus of [-] Galleons."

"I'm going!" said Fred Weasley in a low voice from under the table.His face glowed with enthusiasm at the thought of the glory and riches to be gained.He wasn't the only one who considered himself a Hogwarts champion.At each table, Harry could see the students either looking intently at Dumbledore or whispering to their neighbors now and then, but when Dumbledore spoke again the hall fell silent again.

"Although I know you all want to bring the Triwizard Tournament trophy to Hogwarts," he said, "however, the headmasters of the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed that there will be an age limit for players this time. Only students who are 17 years old or above are allowed to sign up for the election. This-" Dumbledore heard several people criticize him, and the Weasley twins looked suddenly extremely indignant, He raised his voice, "This is a measure we think is necessary, because no matter how we prevent it, the event will still be very difficult and dangerous. Students below the sixth and seventh grades are unlikely to be able to deal with it. I will personally take action, To ensure that underage students cannot fool our impartial judges into becoming Hogwarts champions."

His pale blue eyes blinked a few times as he saw the rebellious faces of Fred and George. "So for those under 17, I ask you not to waste your time nominating yourself."

"The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang teams will be arriving in October and will be with us for most of the year and I know you will give the foreign guests all your enthusiasm and support for Hogg during their stay Woz's champion, it's getting late now, I hope you will stay awake and relax in class tomorrow, this is very important, go and rest."

The author has something to say: what I think about in my heart is him, who haunts my dreams~

Gray Fang: "The recent chapters are very boring, do you have any brains to play with?"

Harry: "The one my parents played in mixed doubles!"

Gray Fang: "The one who abused Snape at the climax of memories, it's a pity to bring it out now."

Lilian: "Why don't you let Rose come over as an exchange student with someone?"

Snape: "As long as it's not James or Lily, nothing else matters."

Gray Fang: "You have to know that I don't even have an outline for that world. It can be said that except for the path the protagonist is walking, other places are gray and inactive. Even the settings are so full of blood. Don't scare me."

Lilian: "But you must fill in our hole, otherwise I will come to you."

Gray Fang: "Bring Dumbledore?!"

Lilian: "...No."

Gray Fang: "Let me tell the truth, there will definitely be no pitfalls, but the slow update will definitely be realized in the near future. Although the author is a college student, his major is hard to describe, and he will wait until the summer vacation to squeeze his brains out. In fact, memories It's almost over after throwing it away."

Lilian: "He's right."

Hui Fang: "The author won't read abuse articles in this life, don't worry. After all, the original intention of this article is to realize the HP fandom world I want."

☆, the new professor

Dumbledore sat down again and turned to Mad-Eye, speaking to him.Students stood up and thronged the double doors of the vestibule.There was a scraping and bang.

"How could they do that?" said George Weasley, who did not follow the crowd towards the gate, standing and staring at Dumbledore. "We'll be seventeen next April, why can't we give it a try?"

"They can't stop me," said Fred stubbornly, also glaring at the table above, "Champions can do anything, and you don't even let us do what's right, how can you have a thousand plus?" Long bonus!"

"Yes." Ron's mind seemed to drift far away, "Yes, a thousand Galleons..."

Lilian glanced at the few people gathered together, and returned to the lounge.Slytherin students don't have to worry, they don't do those dangerous things without planning.

In the morning, Lilian received an email.A copy of the Daily Prophet.

There was a photo of Mr. Weasley on it, Lilian put down the spoon and looked at it.

The Ministry of Magic is in trouble again

It seems the Ministry of Magic's troubles are not over yet.More recently, the Ministry of Magic has been under fire for failing to effectively maintain order at the Quidditch World Cup and for still failing to explain the disappearance of one of its Witch officials.

The Ministry of Magic was thrown into a new embarrassment yesterday by the bizarre behavior of Arnold Weasley of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division.

Oh, Mr. Weasley's name doesn't seem to be that, does it?

Arnold Weasley was involved in an altercation yesterday with several Muggle enforcers (the police) over an extremely offensive batch of rubbish bins.Mr. Weasley appears to have come to the aid of Mad-Eye Moody, a former Auror.When Mad-Eye Moody could no longer tell the difference between a common handshake and willful murder, he retired from the Ministry of Magic.Sure enough, when Mr. Weasley rushed to Mr. Moody's heavily guarded residence, he found that Mr. Moody had another false alarm and sent a false alarm by mistake.Mr. Weasley had to alter the memories of several policemen to get away from them.

"Poor thing." Draco put down the newspaper, "It's a woman who can make news. It's obviously not true, but... it's half-truth, half-false, irrefutable."

"But you wouldn't want her at Hogwarts."

"Oh, I'm not a news person."

Lilian looked around, "But I am."

"That's a question." Draco nodded, "But...it's not sure if she's capable enough."

Such a woman will not let go of this opportunity.It's like she is nearly sixty years old and still running on the front line of news.

There is an animal protection class this morning.In fact, everyone would be worried before each class, and this time, they did not disappoint.

Tie-tailed snails.

After class, Draco was still complaining that the animals were not so friendly this time, and Draco was almost bombed several times.

On the first day of class, Draco became unfriendly because of internal and external relationships. "Relax, Potions class tomorrow."

"You think I'll relax after Potions class?!" Draco frowned.

"I don't think so, but I will." Lilian smiled and walked ahead.Draco laughed to himself and followed.

They also finally got to the class of the new professor Moody.Lilian listened to his lecture. From a certain point of view, this Moody taught a good class. His ideas were different, and because of this, they understood some of the horrors of black magic better.

It's just... it's too bad if someone takes an interest in these magics.

Lilian would occasionally pay attention to Moody, or Barty Crouch Jr., but his disguise was so good that Lilian was a little skeptical. With such a good disguise, she would have to observe Moody for at least several months. But Mr. Barty Crouch wasn't going to let him disappear under his nose for months without being found.And the Polyjuice potion, drink it every hour, let alone potions, did he shave Moody's head?

And Lilian also thought of another possibility, he was Mad-Eye, but because of the way he looked at Snape, Lilian immediately vetoed it.It was the look of a traitor.Of course, with Severus' multiple spy identities, he didn't seem to realize that there was anything wrong with a White Wizard thinking he was a traitor.

But Lilian, who knew some facts in advance, would always notice more clues that everyone didn't notice.

Harry had no idea about Moody, but Hermione thought it was fine, and Lilian had gained some confidence after hearing Ron say that Neville had talked to him.Lilian couldn't help thinking, wouldn't it be cruel to tell him that Barty Crouch Jr. was involved in driving his parents crazy?

A month later, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has integrated into the students well. Although the classroom is strict and almost cold, but some careful actions in contrast make people feel warmer. There is no doubt that almost everyone I fell in love with this teacher.Especially Gryffindor students.

And after getting along with the students, he was naturally told more about many things in the school.He follows Harry Potter because it is his master's enemy.But when it comes to the topic of Harry Potter, it is always brought together with a girl of unknown background in Slytherin.

He couldn't help but do some research.

"Prince? No, I don't have this girl in my family tree at all. She's probably Muggleborn." said a boy from the Prince family in Ravenclaw. "She's quite talkative, but not annoying. If the professor wants to know him, find Potter or... ahem, then I will go to class first."

"Prince... that girl is pretty good. She matches Potter very well. Although they didn't get along because of the college relationship, it is obvious that there is an unusual tacit understanding between the two." Hufflepuff A girl said, then laughed, "Professor is not a gossip, is he?"

"Lilian, it's pretty good." Pansy didn't have much affection for this professor who seemed to be close to Gryffindor and rejected Slytherin. "The only strange thing is her relationship problem, everyone knows it. But What does the professor ask these for?"

Barty Crouch Jr. asked around, and used Consciousness on all the students who called her by her given name, but the information she got at the end was messy, and it was all about emotional problems.

Did Snape prefer mudbloods?It seemed that he had asked the master for a woman before, but he only noticed it occasionally, and there was no other information.Just asking the master at that time, the girl was undoubtedly a Mudblood.This time... wait, is it an illegitimate daughter!

That being said, it's not impossible.

After thinking about it this way, he saw that the interaction between Lilian and Snape really felt like a father and daughter, and Dumbledore also teased it. Judging from the situation, this should be true.

So what happened to Harry Potter?It's probably still a love affair between children, so don't worry about it.For the great cause of the master... By the way, I will take revenge on this traitor again.

Learning at school is really peaceful.But in Barty Crouch Jr.'s view, it was a very interesting thing, because his plan was being implemented, and he was also keeping an eye on the person he wanted to take revenge on.

As the most sincere subordinate.

The author has something to say: the last few articles are very similar to the original, please wait patiently.

The author who has written two articles but is updated every day because of obsessive-compulsive disorder cannot afford to be hurt.

Well, I'll treat my OCD.

Lilian: "Isn't it because there is no manuscript saved?"

Gray Fang: "...I'm about to take the exam."

Lilian: "Oh."

Gray square: "TT"

☆, other alumni

Among the usual courses, the participating schools of the Triwizard Tournament also arrived on October 31st.There was an air of cheerful anticipation in the school that day, and everyone was a little absent-minded in class, more interested in those who came from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang in the evening.Of course, Lilian must be excluded.When the bell rang, everyone returned to the dormitory to put away their schoolbags and textbooks, put on their cloaks, and rushed downstairs to the front hall.Lilian is still preparing for the final steps.

"Aren't you going with me?" Snape had to command the Academy team now too.

"Well, I'm going to finish." Lilian waved her hand, "You go, I can do it by myself."

Snape nodded, he was very relieved about Lilian's level.He walks out of the classroom.Lily started making potions without distraction.

And Harry and the others welcomed people from other colleges.

Beauxbatons arrived first.Their formation was gorgeous, twelve winged horses flew over in a powder blue carriage the size of a house