HP Magic Biography

The little wizard who came out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom looked more or less strange.

Moody told them that it was a sequelae of the Imperius Curse.

Everyone thought it was a bit scary, but I saw one of the three unforgivable curses at Hogwarts. Such things can always make Hogwarts students talk for a long time.

"Listen to him, like that."

Harry said, "It seems we will all be attacked at any time."

"Ah, I know." Ron said. He jumped the stairs in two steps. He was much worse than Harry when he cast the spell, although Moody and assured him that by lunch, the symptoms would disappear. .

"He always imagined," Ron glanced back nervously, convinced that Moody would not be able to hear the speech, he went on, "No wonder the people at the Ministry are happy to get rid of him, you hear what he tells Simos Regarding how he retaliated against the witch who sipped behind him on April Fool's Day, when do we have to read the book about resisting the curse of Imperius and complete other assignments?"

Fanlin didn't want to deny Ron's words, the original Moody was like that, with a strong sense of revenge and power.

All the fourth graders noticed that the amount of homework they completed had increased significantly.

When Professor McGonagall assigned a large number of transfiguration homework and attracted a particularly loud protest from the whole class, she explained the reason.

"You are now at a very important stage of magic education!" She told them, eyes shining dazzlingly behind the square lenses, "Your average wizard level test is approaching—"

"

We only have to test in fifth grade! "Thomas said angrily.

"That's not necessarily, Thomas, believe me, you should make all the preparations you can do!

Only Miss Granger and Mr. Al in the class have successfully turned a porcupine into a satisfactory pin plug. I have to remind you, Thomas, your pin plug is still frightened when someone else approaches it with a pin. Bounce! "

Hermione, blushed again, as if trying not to make herself look too happy.

As for Fanlin... the skin needs exercise.

In the next prophecy class, Professor Trauni said that Harry and Ron got the highest marks for their homework, which made them feel very funny. She read most of their praises. They greeted the hidden bad luck without fear, but when When she asked them to make predictions for the next month, they didn't feel happy anymore, because neither of them could think of any disaster.

At the same time, Professor Spences taught magic to write an article once a week about the rebellion of the goblin in the 18th century. (It should be said that there is an uprising, after all, the eyes have obtained equal status!)

Professor Snape forced them to study the antidote. They dared not take it lightly because he hinted that a student might be poisoned before Christmas to test whether their antidote was effective.

Professor Villifer asked them to read three more books to prepare for the lesson of summoning charms.

Even Hagrid added to their burdens. The snails with a burning tail grew so fast that no one noticed what they had eaten.

Hagrid was very happy about this. As part of their "project", he suggested that they go to his cabin every other night to observe the snails and note their abnormal performance.

"I won't do it," Draco Malfoy said directly. He felt that Hagrid's suggestion was that Santa Claus took a particularly large toy from his bag. "Thank God, I saw enough of these birds in class."

The smile on Hagrid's face disappeared.

"You have to do what I tell you, otherwise, I'm going to learn a trick from Professor Moody... I heard that the ferrets you perform look alike, Malfoy."

The whole class laughed, Malfoy flushed with anger, but apparently remembering that the punishment Moody had given him was enough to make him painful and unable to reply.

After class, several people returned to the castle happily, and it was particularly satisfying to see Hagrid holding down Malfoy. Especially because Malfoy tried his best to get Hagrid to be fired last year.

However, although the heavy work does not constitute any pressure, it greatly compressed Fanlin's time...

This is the worst thing in his opinion.

Maybe he should apply for graduation?

This idea is very strange.

When they arrived in the front hall, they found that they couldn't move forward, because there was a large group of academics gathered there, all surrounded by a big sign standing under the fifth stairs of Dali. The highest of the four of them was Ron. He stood on tiptoe. Point, over the person in front, read loudly to the other three

"Participants of the Three Witch Fighting Contest, the representatives of Boothbatten and Demstrang will arrive at 6 o'clock on Friday, October 30, and get out of class will end half an hour earlier...

"Okay!" said Harry. "The last Friday is a pharmacy class. Snape won't have time to poison us!"

"Before the welcome banquet, students must put their school bags and textbooks back into the dormitory, and then gather in front of the castle to welcome the guests."

"It's only a week!" Eni McMillan of Hefpaff's eyes flashed, and out of the crowd "Digory knows? I think I have to tell him..."

"Digory?" Ron asked blankly, and Eni had run away.

"It's West Chase." Harry said. "He will definitely enter the game."

"That idiot, will he be the champion of Hogwarts?" Ron asked, and they squeezed through the crowd of discussions and walked towards the stairs.

Fanlin really wanted to tell Ron that you were an idiot, but it was better not to say such things. He didn't seem to be so sure about what didn't happen.

"He's not an idiot, and you can't hate him just because he defeated Griffinton in Quidditch!" Hermione said, "I heard he was a good student--and he was a prefect."

She seems to want to end this topic with this.

"You just like him because he is handsome," Ron said sharply.

"Sorry, I don't like people just because they are handsome!" Hermione said angrily.

Is this a daily quarrel?

Fanlin noticed that Hermione was approaching him unconsciously. Suddenly, he was still a little shy?

The old face blushed, Fanlin's girlish heart...

Uh……

However, the fake Moody was much quieter. Fanlin has not figured out his identity until now, but Moody's performance has been very obvious.

What does the Imperius curse want to leave in his heart, as well as the peep of memory...

However, now he is a bit busy. In the Three Witch Fighting Contest, he needs to think of a reasonable way to achieve his goal. Now he doesn't seem to have too much energy to pay attention to Fanlin.

In the next week, no matter where they went, they seemed to hear only one topic, the Three Witch Fighting Contest!

Various rumors are like highly contagious bacteria, circulating among the students: who is going to compete for the Hogwarts championship, what will be involved in the competition, and how the students of Boothbatten and Demstrang will compete with each other. They are different.

They even picked up some of Fanlin's communication life in Boothbarton. God knows where they came from. Some things even the editor Fanlin almost believed.

At the same time, everyone has noticed that the castle seems to be undergoing a thorough cleaning. Several dirty portraits have been taken down, making their protagonists very unhappy. They sat huddled in the frame and cursed viciously. , When they touched the blushing face, they closed their eyes as if they could not bear to see.

Those armors suddenly became shiny, and there was no squeak when I walked around. The director of school appearance and discipline (a position worthy of complaining!) Mr. Filch was extremely angry at the students forgot to clean their shoes. He even took two The first grader got sick from fright.

Other professors also seem to be weird.

"Neville, please don't show that you don't even know a simple transformation spell in front of the Busbarton students!"

Towards the end of a particularly difficult class, McGonagall said to Neville that he accidentally connected his ear to a cactus during this class.

On the morning of October 30th, they went down for breakfast and found that the hall had been decorated overnight. Huge long silk panels hung from the wall, each representing a class of Hogwarts, painted in red with golden lions. The long one is Gryffindor, the blue one with the golden eagle is Ravenclaw, the yellow one with the black badger is Hefpaff, and the green one with the silver snake is Slytherin.

Behind the faculty desk is the largest long one with Hogwarts logos: lions, eagles, badgers and snakes, all around a big "Hogwarts".

The four people saw Fred and George on the Gryffindor table. This was the second time. They sat unusually far away from others and whispered

"Well, this is Bagmont’s IOU." George said to Fred displeased. "But if he refuses to speak to us in person, we have to send the letter to him, or put it in his hand. , He can't always avoid us."

"Who is avoiding you?" Ron asked, sitting down beside him.

"Bagomon wants to avoid you." Fred was annoyed at Ron's interruption.

"What's that?" Ron asked George.

"He has a brother who speaks so much like you!" George said.

"Do you two know anything about the Three Witch Fighting Contest?" Harry asked, "Is there a way to get in?"

"I asked McGonagall how to choose the champion, but she didn't tell me." George said angrily. "She just told me to shut up."

"What kind of event is it?" Ron pondered. "You know, I'm willing to say we did it, Harry, we've done dangerous things before..."

"I haven't done it in front of a group of referees. You haven't." Fred said. "Professor McGonagall said that the players will get points based on how well they perform in the game."

"Who is the referee?" Harry asked.

"Well, the principal of the participating school is always a member of the jury." Hermione said, and everyone else looked at her in surprise.

"Because in the 1792 game, all three principals were injured. At that time, a brown bear that the players wanted to capture collided everywhere."

She noticed that they were all looking at her, with her usual impatience for books that others hadn’t read. She said, “It’s all written in Hogwarts History. Of course, that book is incomplete. It is credible. It should be renamed "Hogwarts Revised History" to be more accurate, or "Selected Hogwarts History", which covers up the dark side of the school."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, but Harry wanted him to know what she was going to say next.

"The servant elf!" Hermione said loudly, confirming Harry's idea. "The "History of Hogwarts" in more than a thousand pages did not mention it once. We were all oppressing a hundred slaves. accomplice!"

Harry shook his head and ate his scrambled eggs. The indifference between him and Ron did not affect Hermione's determination to appeal for the servant elf. Indeed, they both spent two coins on a badge, but they did that. Just to calm her down.

However, their money seems to have been spent, because their approach, if it is to be effective, only makes Hermione speak more. She has been pestering them both since then, first to wear the badge, and then to Persuading others to do the same, she even likes to hang out in the Gryffindor hall every night, stopping people from putting donation boxes under their noses and shaking them.

He had to pull on Fanlin. This was where Harry sympathized with Fanlin the most. This was nothing interesting.

"Did you know? It is a group of enslaved creatures who are not paid for you to change the sheets, set the stove, clear the classroom, and make food for you!" She still said angrily.

Some people, like Neville, donated money just to prevent Hermione from glaring at them again. Some people are a little interested in what she said, but are unwilling to take further positive actions in the propaganda campaign. Many people put the whole piece Things are treated as a joke, and some people are admirers...

Ron turned his eyes to the ceiling. The autumn sun above was shining on them, and Fred was particularly interested in his steak (the twins refused to buy a badge), but George leaned over to Hermione.

"Listen, Hermione, have you been to the kitchen?"

"I have been," Hermione said rudely. "But I don't think students can—"

"Then you should know where they are used to life." George said, "It can be said that no house elves live more comfortably than them~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the labor of the castle is for them. It's not a problem at all, it's the use of magic anyway."

"There is always a time when magic cannot be used." Hermione said angrily. "Moreover, this is slavery. It can't cover up the truth at all..."

The voice in the hall became noisy, and Hermione's voice was faintly covered.

Hermione became very irritable once she touched the problem of the house-elves, which was impossible.

Things immediately became less pleasant.

Hermione was eating angrily, and it seemed that no one would care about it. Fanlin sat aside honestly, it felt awkward to death.

But fortunately, this was the time for the owl to deliver the letter, and Hermione's attention was diverted by the letter from the family, which made things a lot better.

The arrival of the Bussbarton and Durmstrang teams became what everyone expected. Of course, there was also the Three Witch Fighting Competition. There is no little wizard who does not dream of becoming a representative of the school, especially Huo The strongest candidate for Gwartz has been ruled out.