The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Inside a lakeside castle surrounded by hills in the Scottish Highlands, in a quaint and thick tower dormitory, the quilt on the four-poster bed surrounded by black curtains was suddenly lifted, and a young man with black hair and green eyes stretched out his thin arms to fumble. After a while, the moment I put the glasses on my nose, everything around me became clear.

Through the faint light of the stars and moon shining in through the half-closed glass window, one can see the simple and neat furnishings in the house, the old wooden ceiling, the somewhat faded artillery team posters on the wall, and five identical four-poster beds.

With a haggard face and unable to sleep, Harry Potter took in everything in the room, especially the summer blanket on the bed next door that rose and fell slowly with even breathing, and his friend who was sleeping peacefully under the blanket.

The words beside the fireplace in the conference room came to mind again. Watching the conversation between Sirius and Loren from Harry's perspective, he couldn't deduce anything.

Why did Sirius want to apologize to Loren? What did he do wrong to disgrace Loren? What was it that Loren insisted on not forgiving? Why did he say that he no longer had nightmares...

Why did Sirius disappear for more than a year and then suddenly appear and claim that he was getting married, and the wedding would be held during the summer vacation?

While accompanying them on a tour of the school in the afternoon, Harry pestered his godfather for several hours, but found nothing.

Don't think about it anymore, just let them do whatever they want, he has a game tomorrow.

Harry looked away, let out a long sigh, pulled the blanket in front of him, and fell down.

Insomnia makes the head feel dizzy, as if heavy and turbid lake water has filled the entire brain, and all kinds of doubts are like bubbles rising from the bottom of the lake, gurgling in the ears.

Sure enough, he woke up late the next day. When Harry opened his eyes, there was no one in the dormitory, and his head was a little dizzy from sleeping for a long time after insomnia.

Ron should be accompanying Mrs. Weasley and Bill on a tour of the school, Neville should be helping Professor Sprout tidy up the greenhouse, and Loren should be accompanying Hermione, perhaps by the lake or on the hills behind the castle.

Harry raised his head and looked down through the open window.

The sky is blue and clear, as if it has been washed by water. Occasionally, a few restless birds fly by with graceful postures. At the end of the line of sight, the trees in the Forbidden Forest are lush, and the leaves are green and shiny under the sunlight.

It seems to be rare good weather.

The faint smell of grass on the tip of the nose, the fresh taste seems to relax the brain and dispel the irritability in the heart.

Harry slowly packed up and washed up, wandered downstairs, and realized that it was already lunch time. He walked quickly to the long table and sat down, surrounded by five Weasleys, mother and son, who had spent the whole morning walking in the castle.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" Ron held a hot fritter in his hand, "I called you twice when I came downstairs this morning, but I didn't call you because you were sleeping so deeply."

"Thanks to you, I had a good night's sleep." Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Loren and Hermione sitting on the right, talking and laughing as usual.

"Where's Sirius, why didn't you see him?"

"He went to Hagrid to send invitations to, remember, the wedding this summer."

"Oh, I had no idea..."

…

"Cedric, come on!"

"Hogwarts depends on you!"

The Gryffindor table and the Hufflepuff table were next to each other, and in the afternoon when they were quietly waiting for the game to start, Loren could always hear the cheers coming from next door.

Throughout the afternoon, Cedric was not impatient at all. No matter who passed by him, no matter what important passage he was reading in his spell book, whenever someone greeted him, he would look up and smile gently at the visitor.

"I will."

"There's still Harry at Hogwarts."

"..."

Loren's ears twitched, he stretched, and murmured in his mind, "There won't be any accidents tonight. Although Dumbledore has his own plan, the plan can't keep up with the changes..."

"I'm going to use the bathroom."

Loren stood up and walked out of the auditorium. He turned a corner outside the door, walked down the stairs a few steps, turned another corner, opened the door and saw the fruit hanging painting.

After scratching the green pear, the kitchen door opened with the pear's giggle.

"Excuse me, are Mai and Shining here?"

…

Time is like the water mist on the shore of the black lake, evaporated by the midsummer sun and then blown away by the breeze. Little by little, the little wizards watched the magic dome of the auditorium turn from blue to dark purple twilight. The heat of June followed the night. Advent gradually converged.

I talked to him all afternoon, ranging from summer vacation homework to previewing the contents of the next school year, from traveling after the holidays to where to go fishing... After dinner, the girl may be a little tired, and gradually calmed down, holding the silver in her hand The small spoon poked the strawberries on the ice cream. When the smoothie was stirred, white water vapor escaped, which was cool and refreshing.

Loren took a spoonful and put it into his mouth, exhaling:

"Why is it strawberry flavored again? Don't you get tired of it?"

"Not boring."

"Stay in the auditorium and watch the game tonight, don't run around."

"There seems to be some hidden meaning in your words."

"I don't. It mainly depends on what Principal Dumbledore arranges."

"?"

The two shared smoothies and chatted. At the guest of honor, Dumbledore stood up. His beard was carefully groomed, smooth and neat:

"Ladies and gentlemen, please line up to enter the Quidditch pitch to watch the last event of the Goblet of Fire. Now the warriors and Mr. Bagman are invited to enter first."

The auditorium was filled with excitement. Watching Bagman lead them away, every student applauded the warriors they supported.

"Feeling okay, Harry?"

"Confident, Cedric?"

"Krum! Krum! Krum..."

"Come on, Graves!"

"Fleur, I like you!"

"..."

Five minutes later, the professors organized the audience to walk to the Quidditch pitch.

The sky was a clear dark blue, stars began to appear, and the moon was still only a narrow hook.

Molly held Ginny in one hand and Hermione in the other, as if she had forgotten what happened yesterday afternoon, and said with a smile on her face:

"What a great change. It's more lively than the night of the Quidditch World Cup. You don't have to cook to watch Harry's final... Arthur must be so envious that his eyes are red!"

"Mrs. Weasley..."

Hermione was led away with a helpless expression: "There were tens of thousands of spectators on the night of the Quidditch World Cup, and there were only a few hundred spectators on the Goblet of Fire. How could it be more lively than that night?"

The smile on Molly's face never stopped: "Hey, listen to me, the most popular person on the night of the Quidditch World Cup was Viktor Krum, right? But now Krum is only one of the five warriors. One, there are four others who are the same as him or even stronger than him."

"..."

George and Fred, who were following behind, had sad expressions on their faces, watching the audience pass by them one by one, as if customers were passing by one after another.

The snacks and drinks in those people's hands, the banners and signs above their heads...

It was originally the capital of their joke shop!

George couldn't bear to close his eyes, and Fred next to him looked even sadder.

The Quidditch pitch was originally surrounded by four stands in the outer ring. The ground lawn was divided into different areas with white lines, and the scoring rings stood on both sides.

But now the place has become completely unrecognizable. The four stands have lowered their height and gradually increased from the inside to the outside. A twenty-foot-high hedge from the inside surrounds the edge of the field. The traceless stretching spell causes the light to be misaligned. The audience can barely get a glimpse of what's going on inside the maze.

Hundreds of students filed in, and the air was filled with excited voices and chaotic footsteps.

I don’t know why the people around them moved, but in the end, only Loren and Hermione were left, and the others dispersed. Fortunately, there were plenty of seats, but only a few little wizards who didn't like the excitement sat in the back. Most of the audience squeezed into the front row, standing on tiptoes to look into the maze.

Why are so many people squeezing to the front? The first row can't see clearly what's going on in the maze.

"Let's move back a little."

Loren took Hermione's hand and walked back.

When they got to the fourth row, it was a little more spacious. They were surprised to find many familiar people sitting in the back, such as Neville and Hannah, Draco and his little gang...

The most conspicuous ones are Luna and Rolf, who are wearing lion-head hats. Their lion-head hats have a conspicuous lightning-shaped scar on their foreheads, which can be seen at a glance as Harry's supporters.

Luna sat on her seat, her feet dangling slightly in the air, her silver eyes shining slightly, and she had no expression but gave people a feeling of joy.

Loren and Hermione sat over and joked with a smile:

"Hey, why do Hufflepuff people carry Gryffindor's mascot?"

Luna hummed and said nothing, Rolf translated for her: "Cedric does not lack the support of both of us, but Harry needs it."

"Be careful if you go back at night and be considered a traitor."

"Won't."

"Where do you plan to go on vacation?"

"Well..." Rolf pondered for a moment, "Mr. Graves and Mrs. Graves invited us to go to New York again."

"Pickley's parents? Invite you to New York?"

"The main thing is to invite my grandpa."

"..."

The couple with different skin colors appeared in front of Loren's eyes, and he also recalled the major case Newt Scamander committed in New York: "Isn't your grandfather banned from entering the country and needs to be strictly scrutinized?"

"This time there is a valid reason to investigate the albino basilisk, but the main task is to help MACUSA establish an ecological park for magical animals. The incident of the werewolf inferi gave the International Federation a new understanding of non-human magical creatures. Knowing, they realize that magical animals can play a greater role..."

"Would your grandpa agree?" Hermione tilted her head and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Scamander has always opposed wizards using magical animals. As you know, the preface to every volume of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" advocates Let the animals return to nature.”

"It's because he didn't agree that he came to me."

Rolf sighed quietly, "I really don't know what they think. I'm only in the third grade. I'm just a little wizard who hasn't graduated. How can I persuade the adults in my family?"

"Yes, you are still a child..." Loren comforted and patted his shoulder lovingly.

"..."

Rolf's eyebrows slowly knitted together.

No, why does this sentence sound so awkward coming from your mouth?

"They're out!"

Not far ahead came Mr. Amos Diggory's rough cheer: "Look, that's my son, the tallest one! Do you see..."

The warriors came out of the locker room, wearing capes of different colors. The night wind blew and the capes flew up and down.

The professors who followed him were also dressed differently than usual. Professors McGonagall, Flitwick and Moody all had bright red stars on their hats. Hagrid was a little different. Hagrid's red star was on the back of his velvet vest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last event of the Goblet of Fire Four Wife Tournament is about to begin!" Bagman's magically amplified voice echoed in the stands, "Let me report the current score! Harry Potter, 53 points! Cedric Diggory, 54 points, they won first place in the first two events, and Hogwarts School firmly occupied the first place..."

Applause and cheers frightened the birds of the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky.

On the referee's bench, Dumbledore sat in the middle of the seat. The red light of a torch not far away illuminated the wrinkles on his face, but he did not look old.

He turned to look at the special referee from the Ministry of Magic beside him, and smiled: "Before the game starts, do you want to check the settings inside the maze, Barty?"

Crouch said unhurriedly: "You are still as cautious as before, Headmaster, but many of the maze's mechanisms are disposable and difficult to restore in a short time after use. I believe that the construction workers of the Ministry of Magic and Sparrow Professor Te is rigorous and conscientious in his work, so there is no need for further testing.”

He raised his eyebrows, as if he remembered afterward: "By the way, there is also Professor Hagrid. Please forgive me, I always forget that he is now the Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts."

"Correct me, he is an excellent and competent professor." Dumbledore smiled.

"Yes, I've noticed it at work."

Crouch chuckled and pointed at the big man standing on the court scratching his head and laughing: "He is also the inspector of this game. If he sees the signal from the Warriors, I believe he will rush into the maze as soon as possible and will be injured." The warriors rescued him.”

"..."

Ms. Maxim, who had been prepared for a long time, heard the huge gap between the scores and other schools, her olive-colored face still showed fluctuations, and she sighed softly.

Furong failed to complete the second event and was too far behind to catch up.

The Goblet of Fire is over for Beauxbatons, but she's not just at Hogwarts to compete.

The hybrid giantess' eyes quietly moved and fell on the back row of the auditorium. A young wizard with black hair and black eyes was playing with the lion's head hat of the person next to him. During the fight, the pendant around his neck was looming.

Listening to the noisy voice in his ears, Karkaroff came back to his senses. The commentator had already finished reading Krum's penultimate score, but he didn't care at all. He looked around expressionlessly, with a hint of hiddenness in his eyes. Secret restlessness.