Hogwarts Homecoming

As we move into late May, the end of the school year is already in sight.

The joy brought to the students by the approaching summer vacation and the final competition of the Triwizard Tournament in more than two weeks will dilute the tension created by the also approaching final exam.

"Stay focused, Mr. Potter!"

But Professor McGonagall would not give the little wizards a chance to relax. In the Transfiguration class, when Harry and Ron took the opportunity to transform the dried cod, they whispered to each other. On the night of Hagrid's return, they went to visit him. , what Hagrid refused to tell them about the injury on his face.

"And Mr. Weasley—"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and strode forward from the front of the classroom with a stern expression. When passing by Seamus, she glanced at the cod that started to smoke under Seamus' fancy manipulation. Subconsciously, he moved away, and then stared coldly at Ron, who was snickering because of this.

Professor McGonagall lowered her eyes to the dried cod on the table of the two people. According to the requirements, they should now be in the shape of a pen holder, but the dried cod on the table of the two people just curled up into a tube, and the appearance was still completely cod.

"If you cannot successfully turn your cod into a pen holder before the end of get out of class, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, then I have to regretfully tell you that you will need to write a separate twenty-inch long essay. How should the metamorphosis spell be adjusted when switching between species--"

Professor McGonagall said,

"In addition, you need to go to my office this weekend to practice. You can't leave until you successfully master this transformation spell."

Harry and Ron looked disgusted.

"This is undoubtedly directed at, Harry -"

Ron muttered,

"Simo's cod is worse than ours. At least ours is still in some pen holder shape, right? If you can't finish it, you'll have to write an extra paper, then Simo"

boom! His eyes were filled with white eyes, and an explosion resounded throughout the classroom. Seamo, whose entire face was dark, rolled his eyes and fell over.

"Mr. Longbottom——"

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath,

"Please take Mr. Finnigan to the school hospital. When he wakes up, tell him that he needs to complete the same homework as Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley."

"At your service, Professor McGonagall."

Neville put down the exquisite pen holder in his hand and said with a smile. Then he easily put Seamus on his shoulders and left the classroom amidst bursts of laughter.

Ron was speechless and had nothing to say.

"Help us, Hermione!"

While Professor McGonagall was cleaning up the mess on Seamus' desk, Harry anxiously called for help to Hermione, who was squinting at the two of them.

"snort--"

Hermione snorted rather arrogantly, and then turned her head away. But a few seconds later, she turned sideways again, allowing her already formed pen holder to return to a cod, and demonstrated it to the two crazy boys. .

In the end, Harry and Ron were lucky enough to successfully transform the dried cod two minutes before get out of class ended.

"call--"

Harry, who had successfully saved the weekend, wiped away his cold sweat and smiled at Hermione, who received a roll of his eyes.

Students heading to the auditorium for dinner crowded the spiral staircase, and the three Harrys slowly moved down along with the large group.

The weather was extremely hot, and the wind blowing into the castle from the corridors built into the tower walls was very hot. Harry looked at the black lake, which was filled with luster. The waves undulated like a horse flying in the wind. silver satin, and the forbidden forest. the forbidden forest

Harry squinted his eyes and looked at the vast primeval forest, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

During this period of time, the students have been discussing the events that will eventually lead to the third round of the competition. Unlike the first and second rounds, the warriors did not get any enlightenment this time, and even Hagrid had no idea about it. Know.

Nowadays, there is probably only one person who knows exactly what this competition is about, and that is Professor Brain, because the plan for this competition was completely designed by him.

Harry came to his senses and prepared to discuss the possibility of competing in the Forbidden Forest with Hermione and Ron.

For example, the warriors were asked to hunt down those terrifying eight-eyed spiders, but they were surprised to find that the team on the crowded spiral staircase had not moved for a long time. Both Ron and Hermione were looking down on tiptoes. Who blocked the road.

"Damn--"

Ron rubbed his stomach and complained softly.

"I desperately need chicken drumsticks and delicious pudding to soothe my stomach and let me know which idiot is blocking my way."

"Don't be so mean, Ron--"

Hermione said calmly

"Maybe one of the new students got his foot stuck on those trap stairs."

"Even so, it doesn't change the fact that the unlucky guy is a fool--"

Ron continued to be sarcastic,

"It's almost the end of the school year, isn't it? Harry and I never got into trouble when we were in first grade."

Harry pursed his lips and avoided Hermione's teasing gaze a little regretfully.

"Hey, Ron--"

Lavender, who was in front of them, seemed to have figured out what was causing the jam. She turned around and waved excitedly to Ron.

"It's your brother, Ron!"

"My brother?"

Ron still couldn't get over the intimate conversation with Lavender in public. He flashed Hermione and Harry's eyes, frowned and shouted,

"You mean, something happened to Fred and George. This is unlikely. They can avoid all traps with their eyes closed."

"Not them!"

Lavender's eyelashes flickered and she shouted in an excited voice that Harry and Hermione couldn't understand,

"It's Percy, he's back and Professor Blaine is talking to him!"

The slow team finally started to move, and a torrent of students slowly flowed down.

The three Harrys looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

"Percy?"

Ron frowned.

"I definitely didn't come back to reminisce about my school days. You all know his style. He is not willing to leave his work for a second."

"Could it be related to the competition?"

Harry looked at Hermione and guessed,

"It's time to communicate with Professor Brain on behalf of the Ministry of Magic about the content of the next game, isn't it?"

"But as far as I know--"

Hermione thought for a few seconds,

"Percy has been transferred out of the Department of International Magical Cooperation since the death of Barty Crouch. Oh, where is he now, Ron?"

"I haven't asked."

Ron shrugged innocently.

There was a moment of silence, and the three of them quickened their pace, trying to squeeze through the crowd. After reaching the third floor, the three of them did not continue down the stairs, but turned and entered the corridor of the third floor.

"We'll have a good reason, Hermione?"

Harry asked nervously,

"I mean, if Professor Blaine asks us what we want from him—"

"We have a ready excuse, Harry--"

Although she was running, Hermione's breath was still very stable.

"It was the night Hagrid came back--"

"oh!"

Ron raised his eyebrows in surprise,

"Are you going to ask Harry to tell you that he saw the mysterious man again when his scar hurt?"

"Maybe it's just the opposite. It hurts because of the mysterious man's scar. In short-"

Hermione slowed down and looked at Harry who was a little hesitant with burning eyes.

"I can't think of any reason why Professor Blaine and Professor Dumbledore shouldn't know about this, can you, Harry?"