Alice's Travels

Alice told Hermione her guess about the pusher behind the scenes and the last level, reminding them to be extremely careful in the future.

Hermione was thinking the same, looking worried.

At this time, the love triangle between Hermione, Harry and Krum was published in "Wizard Weekly"-because Hermione was rescued by him as Krum's most beloved baby taken away by the mermaid, Rita Skeeter got the news from nowhere, and once again made it up and wrote it in the newspaper.For a while, the image of Hermione as a bad girl who used to play with emotions was widely spread in the school.

Many malicious letters were owled to the Gryffindor table at breakfast, and Hermione opened them one by one.Among them, there are many insults, curses and even poisonous pus added to the letter paper.

"Ouch!" Hermione let go of the last envelope and let out tears.Her fingers had been covered with pus-filled sores that were excruciatingly painful.

"You need to go to the hospital," said Harry, quickly picking up a napkin and wiping the pus off her hands. "We'll explain the situation to Professor Sprout..."

Hermione took one look at him and hurried out of the auditorium, covering her hands.

"It can't be done anymore," said Ron, looking after Hermione. "Harry, you need to explain to everyone that - Hermione isn't your girlfriend, of course - and it won't be Krum's, either. You guys have to clarify this point. Otherwise, let’s see, next time I don’t know what will be sent..."

"It's too difficult, we can't just talk about it when we meet someone," Harry said deliberately ignoring the secret feeling in his heart, "I don't need to read those letters from now on, and Hermione won't be hurt again."

Ron showed a sad expression and fell silent.

Alice frowned when she saw Hermione's hand injury from a distance from the Slytherin side, and she was never afraid to speculate on others with the worst malice - after all, there are always people whose malice can be infinite.

"Oh, what's the matter with Potter's girlfriend—" Parkinson said eccentrically on the other side, "Did you have a conflict with Potter—or did you go to Krum?"

"Is it because the breakfast is not delicious or you are too busy——" Alice turned her face and pulled a smirk at the corner of her mouth, looked at her coldly and said, "Why, can't you stop your mouth even after eating, huh?"

"You'd better mind your own business!" Parkinson said, glaring at her viciously. "You're disgusting!"

Alice snorted lightly, glanced at her and evoked a mocking smile, looked away and continued eating.

Malfoy frowned and glanced at Parkinson impatiently, pushed a plate in front of him to Alice on the opposite side, and urged, "Hurry up, I think of a better way... you can try again..."

Alice stared at the delicate little cake in front of her eyes, and pursed her lips.

Parkinson rolled his eyes, gave them a contemptuous look, and curled his lips in disdain.

In the next few days, malicious letters continued.But Hermione didn't show that she was hit by those rumors at all. She ignored any rumors and ridicule, and didn't try to explain to anyone. Instead, she angrily threatened that Rita S. Kit looks great!

And Harry also didn't explain to anyone that Hermione was not his girlfriend, and only stood up in front of her when someone spoke sarcasm or laughed at Hermione to stop those vicious words.

Ignoring it is the best way to let the rumor die down.

But I didn't expect that two days later, some people who still harbored ill intentions towards Hermione sent shouting letters, which exploded over the Gryffindor table, screaming those insulting words, almost the entire auditorium can be heard.

Alice's face immediately turned cold.

She drew her wand and aimed it at the envelope, and a flash of light shot out from the top and hit the Howling letter in a flash, turning it into flying ash.

The air was suddenly quiet.

"Great, Alice!" Hermione smiled in surprise.

Harry and Ron also looked over with a smile.

Alice smiled back at them, and reached out to place a peeled egg on the plate in front of Malfoy.

She and Malfoy are still studying the production of Felicia Potion, and it can be said that they have entered a bottleneck period. They always make mistakes at the critical moment of refining the medicinal soup, and cannot proceed to the next step of brewing.

This made Malfoy feel a little anxious, he frowned and looked at the failed cauldron and muttered, "This shouldn't be the result..."

"Don't worry," Alice pursed her lips and said in a soothing tone, "we can take our time—"

"I'm not in a hurry," Malfoy said, turning his head to look at her suddenly. "It's strange, you should be the one who is in a hurry?"

"I haven't," Alice said calmly. "If it weren't for you here, I couldn't do it at all. And you are already very good. If you can't rely on your talent, there is no other way but to give up." gone."

"It's not like you," Malfoy said, turning his head away, "to say the words to give up so early—"

"I'm just being factual," said Alice, "just as it is."

"Didn't you say there was me—" Malfoy said awkwardly, "I'm a Malfoy, how could I not even make a potion!"

"Yes, thanks to you." Alice said with a smile.

The calendar quickly turned forward page after page, and as soon as June entered, the atmosphere in the castle became tense and excited again.

The third event of the Tournament was held just a week before the holiday.

Hermione and Ron had been accompanying Harry practicing spells everywhere, and the third competition would be to find the trophy in the maze.

It's a pity that Alice and Malfoy didn't brew the Felicia before the match.

Otherwise, it might bring Harry a little bit of luck.Alice thought so, though Malfoy would probably be angry if he did.

"How much longer?" she asked, glancing at Malfoy.

At this moment, Malfoy was staring intently at the cauldron, carefully recording the temperature and humidity inside, and said without raising his head, "It's probably about a month—"

"It must not be done well before the game." As if he suddenly remembered something, he raised his head and said with a sneer, "You don't want to use some for Potter, do you?"

"No," Alice categorically denied, "Didn't I say it would take a month?"

"At least a month—" Malfoy said, staring at her closely, "you have to remember what you promised me, don't try to lie to me!"

"Okay." Alice tilted her head and smiled at him and said, "Listen to you."

Malfoy snorted, immediately looked away and continued working.

The final venue of the game was the Quidditch Stadium, and when everyone entered the stands, they found that the stadium had become very different.

A hedge twenty feet high rounded the edge of the site, forming a great labyrinth, the passages of which seemed dark and pervasive.

The professors were patrolling outside the maze, and the warriors entered the maze one by one according to the order of their previous scores.

Hermione pursed her lips tightly, worrying for Harry.Ron also kept looking into the maze, trying to find a little shadow of Harry.

Alice frowned, always feeling a little uneasy.

"What's the matter with you?" Malfoy said, moving a little closer, "You look really bad..."

"I'm a little worried," murmured Alice, "it's so quiet, so peaceful, it won't be quiet..."

"What are you talking about—" Malfoy said, frowning.

Alice glanced at the patrolling professors, then turned around and asked, "Do you think the professors can guarantee safety?"

"Of course. Huh, worrying about Potter again—" Malfoy said, glaring at her, "You really love to worry about him..."

Alice stopped talking, and her long and curly eyelashes drooped to cover the expression in her eyes.

After a pause, Malfoy's low voice sounded again, "You can't look at him anymore."

Alice raised her eyes and looked straight at the exquisite and noble blond young master beside her.

Malfoy's eyes were also staring deeply at her.

Alice suddenly realized that at some point, he was no longer the pale, arrogant and cowardly young master in her memory, no longer a proud child, but a man with an outstanding appearance and an aggressive temperament. A male of a person.

He has grown up.

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about," Alice said after a pause. "I'm worried about Harry because he's my friend. It's human nature, and there's nothing strange about it..."

"Really——" Malfoy moved his face closer, his gray-blue eyes still looking straight into Alice's brown eyes, "then why do you always look at him, why do you always help him, and why Always on their side—”

Alice held her breath subconsciously, she turned her face slightly unnaturally to avoid Malfoy's sight, "I didn't. I said I would help you, I remember everything you did..."

"But last time! When I confronted Potter face to face—" Malfoy said angrily, "You obviously didn't help me, you were speaking for Granger!"

"You injured Hermione!" Alice retorted quickly with annoyance, "And you want to tell stories in front of Snape, do you still want me to help you deal with them?!"

"Why not the Potter trio? We're all in this together - we're all Slytherins!" said Malfoy, staring at her stubbornly.

"I don't care if it's Slytherin or not," Alice said, looking seriously into his eyes, "I just look at who that person is and whether it's worth it—Hermione and the others are my friends, and the one who caused trouble first The person is you. If one day they want to bully you, I will also stop them..."

"Your position is too uncertain." Malfoy looked away, his face flushed slightly, "You should think about which side you are on—"

"My footsteps haven't moved," Alice said calmly, also withdrawing her eyes. "Anyone who wants to approach me will stand by my side; whoever wants to stay away from me can automatically walk away."

"Your thinking is really strange." Malfoy said in a nonchalant tone, "No wonder you don't have any friends."

"Friends are good but not good enough." Alice moved her finger and retracted it, and said in a flat tone, "If your temper can be a little more obedient, no one will follow you except Crabbe and Goyle." Yes, don't you think so?"

"I don't care—" Malfoy curled his lips, "Malfoy has always been with people of value—"

"Like me?" Alice turned her head and looked at him with a smile and said, "Do I count?"

"Cough, cough," Malfoy seemed to be choked, turned his head away suddenly and said, "What does it have to do with you..."

However, at this moment, confusion began to arise around the maze, and Alice noticed the hurried steps of the professors, Dumbledore's unusually serious expression, and the pale face of Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge.

Alice's bad premonition fell to the ground, and she knew that something must have happened in the maze.

"What's going on?" Malfoy also noticed something was wrong underneath. He was about to stand up and look down when he was suddenly pulled back by a strong force.

Alice held his arm tightly and stopped his movement, "Don't move."

Malfoy pursed his lips, followed her strength and sat back beside her.

More and more people began to notice the abnormality in the arena, the running and shouting gradually became louder, and the stands were already in chaos.

Alice didn't let go of Malfoy's hand, her lips were drawn into a straight line, her eyes stared straight into the dark maze below.

As if in the blink of an eye, Harry's figure appeared at the edge of the maze - holding the trophy and Cedric Diggory's pale and stiff corpse in his hands.