Hogwarts: Harry brings H3 magic

When Fleur came back after voting, she found that Harry, Hermione and Ron had already disappeared. She was so angry that she bit her rosy lips, turned around, and returned to the Beauxbatons witches.

“Sister, is the gentleman you were chatting with just now the brother who bought us ice cream at that time?” Sister Gabrielle held her sister’s hand and said curiously with her big eyes blinking.

Furong gently touched her sister’s hair and softly replied:”Yeah”

“Hehe, but I noticed that you weren’t having a very pleasant chat with the witch next to him.” Gabriel smiled, his face filled with childish playfulness. Fleur snorted

, raised her chin proudly and said,”Huh, no girl can beat your sister.”

At this time, Ron followed Harry and Hermione closely as they walked quickly towards the Forbidden Forest, his face full of sighs, his hands constantly gesturing as he said,”I also wanted to invite Krum to our dormitory to sleep together in the”8-4-7″ pattern.”

“You can imagine that this is impossible. Haven’t you seen how much Karkaroff likes him? How could he let him stay out all night?” Hermione folded her hands over her chest, rolled her eyes at Ron, and said unhappily.

Just as she said.

There are indeed many people who think the same way as Ron, and there are also many witches who love Quidditch, and even some bold senior students have such thoughts.

However, before Krum could agree, Karkaroff, like a hen protecting her cubs, rushed down from the teacher’s seat in a hurry. His face was tense, his eyes were full of vigilance, and he righteously rejected everyone’s invitation, then grabbed Krum’s arm and took him back to the boat to rest.

“Viktor, boys have to protect themselves well when they are outside. Love potions and all kinds of black magic can make you fall into them and unable to extricate yourself.”Karkaroff’s expression was serious, and he solemnly imparted his experience.

“Just like those fanatical female fans, they want to interfere with you and make you perform poorly in the competition, which will benefit others.”

Before the result of the Goblet of Fire was announced, Karkaroff had already chosen him as the warrior representing Durmstrang.

The other Durmstrang students looked at each other. Their headmaster and Krum had already returned to the ship. Although the headmaster did not explicitly allow them to play in Hogwarts, he did not explicitly forbid it.

They could only lower their heads, follow behind them with dragging steps, and quietly return to the ship to rest.

And Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons, although she looks tall, has a gentle personality in contrast. She smiled and spoke gently. She did not forbid the students of Beauxbatons to play in Hogwarts. She just softly stipulated that they should return to the carriage to rest before the curfew of Hogwarts. As for the past Night, that is absolutely not allowed.

Fleur had been looking forward to having Harry take her and her sister around Hogwarts, but who knew that the three people disappeared without a trace. She frowned slightly, looking helpless, and had to find a friendly witch at random to stroll with her in this wizarding academy in England.

The next day, Harry was exercising outside as usual.

Hogwarts in the early morning was quiet and peaceful, and few people would come out to exercise.

However, Harry saw Krum running hard along the edge of the Black Lake, his clothes soaked with sweat.

Harry couldn’t help but nod slightly, thinking to himself: Being able to join the national team at this age, he does have his own strengths.

The area around the Goblet of Fire in the auditorium became The focal point where everyone gathers.

Hogwarts students continue to put their names in with anticipation and nervousness, with different expressions, some confident, some apprehensive.

Although, perhaps, the warrior representing Hogwarts will be Harry Potter.

But what if?

What if I am also a rare genius, but maybe I haven’t discovered my unique qualities yet.

And the Goblet of Fire has detected me.

Doesn’t that prove that I am better than Harry Potter!

Then, glory and fame will be easily obtained!

Thinking of this, I was actually a little excited. As he thought about it, a blush of excitement appeared on his face, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists. Nod.

Harry had no reaction to this.

It’s not that he is bragging, but it is true. Among the younger generation, he is unmatched, and even among the older generation, his strength is at the top of the pyramid. As far as magic is concerned, it is very different from the practice in his dream country. Magic focuses on idealism, will and knowledge.

It does not take too much time to practice.

Of course, it also depends on talent. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

And his talent is exactly the one in a million type.

Who made him the legendary savior?

Perhaps it can be said that he is the son of luck described in the dream novel.

So at the age of 16, he has already stood at the top of the magic pyramid………..

This is inseparable from his amazing and powerful talent, and also from his hard work of studying to death as long as he can survive. The degree of diligence he showed was so great that even a strict old wizard like Professor McGonagall couldn’t help but advise him to take more rest.

This did not include the repeated upgrades of fighting monsters in secret.

In the evening, Harry was reluctant and his steps were slow, while Snape had a gloomy face. The two of them participated in the dinner very reluctantly.

In their opinion, perhaps such an activity was a waste of time. Anyway, the food was not very delicious.

Perhaps only when Harry cooked on Christmas Day, Snape would think that the dinner was a place worth going to.

When Harry and Snape hurried over, the dinner had already begun.

They walked quickly to Hermione, and Harry was surprised to find that Fleur actually sat next to Hermione.

Obviously, the table on the Ravenclaw side was the exclusive seat for Beauxbatons students.

Hermione’s face was cold, her lips were tightly pursed, and she kept talking coldly to Fleur.

Seeing Harry coming, Fleur’s face lit up instantly, her eyes sparkled, and she said quickly,”Harry, why are you here so late? Come and sit down, I saved a seat for you.” As she spoke, she enthusiastically pointed to the empty seat next to her.

“Please call me Potter.” Harry replied coldly with a blank expression. Then he sat down next to Hermione without hesitation. After all, the little lions of Gryffindor would always keep a seat for Harry.[]

Harry would come to dinner late because of his extra classes, which was already a common thing for them.

Regardless of whether Harry came or not, the Gryffindor table would reserve a seat for the lion king at his usual position, next to the lioness.

“Harry has said it three times, but some people may have a head full of feces, so they can’t always remember what others say?” Hermione saw Harry sitting next to her, and her tense face finally relaxed a lot. She raised her chin, her eyes were sharp, and she took the opportunity to retort Fleur fiercely.

Fleur heard this, but was not affected by Hermione’s sharp words at all. She gracefully opened her red lips, took a sip of pumpkin juice, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said:”Miss Granger seems to have a lot of opinions about me.” Then, she continued calmly with a calm look:”It’s just that as the only procedure left for the Goblet of Fire to spit out the name, as warriors, I think it is very necessary for us to get to know each other.”