[HP] Seven Nights Talk

The process of inspecting the wand was smooth.This time it wasn't the case of four warriors being picked, and Harry only got a few normal looks.And compared to him, Voldemort is obviously more attention-his appearance makes Fleur look twice more, and then there is the timid Karkaroff.Harry guessed that the other party only knew that Voldemort and the Auror Chief of Staff were friends, but that was enough to make him turn pale - Barty Jr. was famous for his thunderous methods against Death Eaters.Harry couldn't help but glanced at Voldemort again, and found that the latter's expression was completely interested, and couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly.Let Voldemort and Karkaroff settle this matter, he doesn't care.

By breakfast the next day, the photos and accompanying reports from the wand testing were in the Daily Prophet.This time Rita finally got the better of her, and unexpectedly published an article that was quite standard, without mentioning Harry's scars or other traumas.Harry glanced at the newspaper and smiled for the first time in days.Dealing with Rita is just the first step, isn't it?

Hermione had been worrying for the past few days, and now she couldn't help but feel relieved to see his reaction.It looked like Harry was more or less emotionally stable, and she could see what was going on before asking these days.

This opportunity is relatively easy to find.Because Ron's divination class and Harry and Hermione's ancient rune class are divergent, it is a good opportunity to take rune class.So when they left for class that afternoon, Hermione asked cautiously, "How have you been, Harry?"

Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with him for a moment, and he replied reflexively, "Of course not. What's wrong?" He didn't realize what Hermione was asking until he finished speaking. "It's all right. Don't tell Ron about it, I mean temporarily." Not knowing how Ron would react, he decided to deal with Voldemort first, so that a bunch of troubles would not be crowded together.

Hermione looked at him and nodded, but her doubts were clearly not allayed. "What the hell is going on here? You suddenly fell in love with...?" There were other students in the corridor, and she managed to swallow the name back just to be careful.

"I think so." Harry gritted his teeth and pressed his temple again.Such a vicious fellow!Dare to tell him at this time that he is just a guy with a seven-year strategy!How about a sentence?You can only hurt people who care about you?That's right, what Voldemort did to him was enough to hurt!

Hermione was surprised by his bluntness, but even more surprised by his attitude. "To be honest, I can understand that you like him, because there are many people who like him." She said worriedly, "but so far, I only see that you have the courage to do so. Also, compared to liking, I think you'd rather eat him alive." Her brown eyes stared at Harry suspiciously, making it clear that she didn't think this was normal at all.

Everything was right, Harry echoed in his mind.But Hermione still doesn't know a lot... Can you tell her that Professor Roald is actually Voldemort?These words made a circle in his heart, but he swallowed them.He wasn't worried that Hermione would spill the news, but he wanted to save the question for later when necessary. "No, I will get rid of him sooner or later."

Hearing this answer, Hermione twitched the corners of her mouth.Is this really an attempt to chase a confession?Why did she smell all gunpowder?She was almost sure that there must be a lot of things that Harry hadn't told her; if that was the case, Harry must have his own reasons, so should she observe the situation again during this period? "Okay," she reluctantly compromised, "but don't be so rash."

Harry nodded.Hermione didn't say it directly, but he heard the implication - after the suspected confession failed, he disappeared for half an hour, and he didn't go to celebrate anyway.Although two people can't always hurt each other, Voldemort should also learn a lesson.

It just passed between them.A few days later, Harry received a note from Hagrid, asking him to go to the hut wearing the Invisibility Cloak at midnight.Although Harry knew it was to show him the dragons, he went again, and was not surprised to find that he was the one who had been piggybacked—Hagrid's attention was still entirely on Madame Maxime.But anyway, he won't be so confused this time.Voldemort probably did something right, but he always satirized his poor level of magic, which stimulated him to learn more things-if he had been so diligent, he would not have been so confused when he first faced the fire dragon.

The students were quite interested in the first project, as were Ron and Hermione.In order not to worry them too much, Harry didn't tell them the news about the fire dragon, but just went to the library and returned to the tower after class as usual.There was a Hogsmeade weekend in between, but nothing happened.And on November 11rd, the day before the match, Sirius, as a family member, also received an invitation to arrive at Hogwarts, ready to watch the match.

"You've got to be careful," Sirius said to Harry in a low voice at dinner, "the outcome of the match is another matter."

He'd obviously known through some means that the first round was a dragon, Harry thought. "I think it should be all right." He saw that Sirius wanted to say something, so he interrupted quickly, lest he say the eye sickness curse. "Believe me, Sirius, I really did a lot of good preparation. Or you can ask Hermione?"

Sirius could see that his godson just didn't want him to talk.He smiled and rubbed Harry's head with his hand. "Of course I believe you."

Harry suddenly felt that this movement seemed familiar.Then he realized that Voldemort's doubts about him after his return from the recruitment had been this reaction.Sure enough, it was true, at that time the other party had already made up his mind to draw a clear distance, right?Maybe there's some reason why I didn't tell him about my age, isn't there?Maybe he can still educate him with the attitude of the elders towards the younger generation, isn't it?Harry jotted it all down in his mind, determined not to give Voldemort any more excuses.

Soon, the next day will come.While waiting in the tent, Harry thought he must be the calmest compared to the pale-faced Fleur and the nervous Krum.But this cannot be shown, his plan is still behind.This time it was Bagman who gave them some precautions, and then began to draw lots.Three people only had three dragons, but Harry still drew the Hungarian Horntail.

Some things seemed to be destined, Harry stared at the green dragon in his palm and took a breath.His reaction was taken as worry by Bagman, who had been trying to help him after Krum, who was second in line, went out.But Harry knew that the other party opened the market in private, and the bet was on him, so he naturally refused.There is absolutely no such thing as doomed to tragedy, he told himself, and you will make it this time.

Krum spent about fifteen to twenty ten minutes before Harry heard his name being called outside.He took a deep breath and stood up, wand gripped tightly in his hand.

The Hogwarts students all clapped their hands, waiting for their champion to come out.But there was no figure at the wicket on the sidelines for a long time, which made everyone suspicious, and even the people on the referee's bench stretched their necks.

"What about people?"

"Harry? It's impossible to get cold feet, is it?"

"We Gryffindors wouldn't do such cowardly things!"

While they were whispering, those with sharp eyes were the first to notice the abnormality in the field.The ferocious Hungarian Horntail moved suddenly, its head fixed on the nest of eggs under its body.Just when everyone didn't understand what it meant, an egg inside suddenly jumped up and was suspended in mid-air.The fire dragon also raised its head, staring at the egg intently, as if it didn't understand why it flew up.The dragon egg turned, and it also turned its head. One front paw was raised, trying to grab it.

At this time, the female dragon paid no attention to the nest of eggs underneath.Everyone only saw that the golden egg also floated up, moved to the door with a teleportation speed, and was suspended at a position that was neither high nor low, as if being hugged by an invisible person.Then Harry emerged, waved his wand, and the egg, which was still floating in the air, fell down again and lay safely in the nest.Huolong shook his head, looked down at his nest, and didn't understand what happened at all.The entry gate was in the blind corner of its field of vision, so it didn't notice anything.Harry put away his wand, then grinned at the audience, knowing Sirius and the others were up there.

The audience was silent for a few seconds, and then immediately erupted.

"Merlin! He is completely capable!"

"Did it take 3 minutes? Did it take 2 minutes?"

"He knows the invisibility spell!"

Similar voices came and went, and everyone could hardly believe their eyes.Fleur accidentally sets her dress on fire, and Krum's dragon crushes half of the real egg.In contrast, Harry took the shortest time and did the best and most perfect.

Undoubtedly, more than half of the referees gave Harry full marks.The reason why it is more than half is because there is an eccentric Karkaroff.Ron scolded Karkaroff loudly, and Hermione was so nervous that she scratched her face.But Harry didn't care much about Karkaroff, and he was quite happy by comparison.Because not only Ron Hermione Sirius, but Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick also gave him very high praise ("Nice invisibility spell! Did you learn it yourself, Harry?").Getting more points in the first round will benefit his next plan.

Probably the only person not surprised was Voldemort.This is also natural, because Harry's invisibility spell was practiced under his coercion.But rather than congratulating Harry for scoring first in the first round, he wanted to do another thing.At the end of the show, he deliberately walked past Karkaroff and said in a low voice, "Come on, Professor Karkaroff, I think I have something to say to you." Not satisfied?This is simply challenging the dignity of the Dark Lord!

Karkaroff inexplicably heard a familiar threatening tone.Of course he didn't want to follow, but how could his hands and feet obey his own orders at this time?