I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 271 December

Author: Lin Family Dragon Girl

Chapter 271 December

Marilyn ranked second with a score of forty-five points. If Karkaroff hadn't been beaten, her score would have been higher.

She stood in front of the stage with a bright smile and waved to the audience.

She was very satisfied with the second place result. Marilyn couldn't be jealous of Catherine at all. People like Fleur who were similar to her would still feel jealous, but Catherine was very different from her no matter how you looked at it.

Existence is what she can only look up to.

Therefore, I will be satisfied if I can get second place!

"Harry! What's going on?" Hermione growled in a low voice, "Obviously you are also forty-five points, why did Mr. Bagman forget you?"

"That's right, Harry!" Ron whispered, then stood up, "I'll go find Mr. Bagman and tell him what happened..."

After that, he walked behind Mr. Bagman and whispered something, but the sound in the venue was so noisy that he couldn't hear the exchange between them. After a while, Ron came back and said to

He gave Harry an OK gesture.

"After talking to him, we can just wait." Ron frowned and said, he still complained a little that Mr. Bagman had forgotten about his good brother.

After a while, Mr. Bagman shouted loudly: "Oh... I'm sorry, I forgot one thing. Oops, this is really a huge, huge, huge mistake - the person who tied for second place with Miss Chabanol was from Hogg

Mr. Harry Potter from Watts! He also scored forty-five points! Let us congratulate him!"

Harry quickly stood up and walked to the front of the stage. His eyes were always looking at the Gryffindor side. The Gryffindor seats had turned into a sea of ​​golden and red joy.

The little lions called Harry's name loudly and sent him their most sincere blessings.

When the shouts gradually subsided, Mr. Bagman continued to shout: "Then, the third place is Mr. Vasily Petrenko from Durmstrang! His final score is - forty-four points

!Let us congratulate him!”

After the cheers ended, Mr. Bagman mentioned the next contestants respectively. Viktor ranked fourth with 43 points, and tied for fifth place were Cedric and Fleur, both of whom scored 42 points.

Mr. Bagman, who was sitting at the guest of honor seat, looked overjoyed, as if he had just successfully passed through a fire dragon.

"Okay, I just have a few words to say," Mr. Bagman said to the warriors after everyone calmed down. "The second project will start at 9:30 a.m. on February 24th next year.

, before that, you can rest for a long time - but we have to leave some questions for you to consider."

At this point, Mr. Bagman pointed to the golden eggs held in Fleur's arms and said: "If you look down at the golden eggs in your hands, you will find that they can be opened - do you see the seams there?

?It’s the very dark and thin one, well, it’s a bit inconspicuous. I must say, you must solve the clues provided in the egg-that will tell you what the second project is.”

"I think you can make adequate preparations in this nearly half a year! So, you all understand, right? No problem? Okay, everyone can leave the stadium in an orderly manner. I hope you will stay in your seats.

Bring all your belongings with you so that you don’t have to come back to look for them again.”

Halfway there, Harry was intercepted by Rita Skeeter, who was catching up excitedly.

Harry was obviously caught off guard. He didn't know how to deal with this annoying reporter who liked to make big news. Rita Skeeter's eyes were flashing with excitement, and she couldn't help but look at Ron and Harry.

Min and Harry were wandering around, and they probably had already drafted tens of thousands of words in their minds, about a love triangle between three people.

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter, goodbye Ms. Skeeter," Harry said quickly, grabbing Hermione and Ron and running away quickly.

He didn't want to be interviewed by Ms. Skeeter again, God knew what kind of shit this old bitch could pull off.

After being dumped by Harry, Rita found Louis behind her.

"You mean, you want to interview Catherine?" Louis understood Rita's purpose immediately.

Rita kept nodding and said that it was her greatest honor to be able to interview Catherine.

"Then tomorrow morning, we are very busy today." Louis set the interview time, and Rita did not dare to object, so she could only nod in agreement.

The two of them did not rush back to the office, but followed Draco's suggestion and went back to the Slytherin lounge first. Sure enough, when they entered the Slytherin lounge, there was another explosion inside.

There were enthusiastic noises and cheers. Both the table and the chairs were piled with mountains of cakes, as well as jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer.

Crabbe and Goyle set off some hard-drawn fireworks in the lounge, dotting the air with many stars and sparks. I don't know who hired a special painter to draw a picture of squatting with head in hand on the banner hung high.

The Hungarian Horntail in the ground is probably Draco's handiwork.

When Catherine placed the golden egg on the table, the cheers became even more enthusiastic, and the entire Slytherin lounge was as lively as Gryffindor's.

"Oh my god, it's quite heavy." Pansy picked up the golden egg that Catherine put on the table, weighed it a few times with her hands, and said impatiently, "Open it quickly, Miss Worley, I'm listening to the host Lu

Mr. Dou Bagman said that the clues to the next project are in this golden egg, can you let everyone see what is inside?"

Catherine did not object. She was in a good mood today and simply agreed to their request.

"Okay, Pansy, Miss Worley has agreed." Draco said with a smile, "Open it quickly and let us see what's inside?"

What they didn't notice was that Louis stretched out his hands to block his ears, and at the same time touched Catherine with his leg. Catherine saw Louis' actions and instantly understood what was going on. She gave herself

He cast an ear-blocking spell and looked at the people in front of him as if nothing happened.

Pansy dug her nails into the grooves on the golden egg and pried the egg open.

It was empty, with nothing inside - but the moment Pansy opened it, an extremely terrifying, high-pitched scream filled the whole room, and Louis always felt as if he had heard a similar sound -

Oh, yes, it's like the sound of using an iron drill bit to scratch the iron sheet hard, which makes people's teeth ache.

"Quick! Close it!" Draco shouted, covering his ears.

Crabbe and Goyle, who were closest to the golden egg and had their faces close to it before Pansy opened it, fell to the ground unconscious under the stimulation of the screams. Pansy was still calm,

She quickly closed the golden egg again, and then stopped the heart-wrenching sound.

Daphne Greengrass looked at the closed golden egg with lingering fear, and asked with a pale face: "What the hell is this? Oh my God, it's like a female ghost on Halloween screaming. What's next?"

The project won't be guarded by a female ghost, right? It looks like it should be that kind of fierce ghost..."

"Probably not..." Her sister Astoria thought thoughtfully, "Looking at the level of the scream, I think it must be...a test of the Cruciatus Curse?"

"Oh, don't be stupid, Astoria." Draco said, covering his face, "This is illegal, they can't use the Cruciatus Curse on the warriors - I think this voice sounds like someone singing -

—as if it were Crabbe or Goyle singing, both of whom I had the pleasure of witnessing in their terrible—"

When he said this, Draco lengthened his voice and did not continue. There was also a look of lingering fear on his face, obviously he was shocked by the display of their singing voices.

The psychological shadow of childhood belongs to it.

Needless to say, Draco's guess was indeed good - the golden egg actually contained the sound of singing, but it just couldn't be opened and listened to directly.

After the first project was completed, the little dragon model could be kept. I don’t know what magic was applied, but Catherine’s Hungarian Horntail was as lifelike as if it were alive. Catherine was not interested in this little dragon, so she kept it.

It was given to Elizabeth. Elizabeth clearly inherited the violent gene of the old London Union Jack in her bones. She couldn't let go of this little pet. She was inseparable from it and would hug it even when sleeping.

Harry also had the same problem as Elizabeth. He also treated his little Norwegian Spinosaurus in the same way. When they had nothing to do, they often got together to exchange pet-raising details, chatting about little dragons and Quidditch.

Strange, we then talked about finding the ball, and finally got to ride their respective Firebolts and compete with each other for real.

Harry had to admit that there was a world out there, and Elizabeth's flying talent was definitely rare in the world.

The next day, Rita came over to interview Catherine as scheduled, which was quite satisfactory and didn't come up with anything outrageous. Of course, it could also be that Louis' eyes on the side were too kind and approachable.

November flies by like a fly. There are often howling winds in the Scottish Highlands in December. Rain and snow are also frequent this year. There is often a draft in the castle, blowing on the body and chilling the heart.

Fortunately, the walls of the castle are very thick, and the hot fire can dispel the chill of the students. Compared to the big ship where Karkaroff lived, which was swaying in the strong wind and waves, Hogwarts was quite warm.

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Durmstrang's classmates were glad more than once that they did not live on the ship with Karkaroff, but dispersed to live in the lounges of various colleges. They warmed themselves by the fireplace in the college lounge.

Enjoying snacks, drinking steaming butterbeer, and thinking about Principal Karkaroff who was as cold as a cockroach in the winter on the boat, Durmstrang's classmates couldn't help but mourn for half a second of silence for him from the bottom of their hearts.

bell, and then raised the cups to clink them in celebration.

Malt whiskey was constantly provided in the manger of Madame Maxime's horse, and the aroma of alcohol wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the students who were attending the Care of Magical Creatures class feel dizzy.

"Hagrid's spring is here." Louis commented in a low voice very pertinently.

"How do you know?" Ron asked puzzledly.

"I just know." Louis looked like he was full of wisdom. Then he saw the snail feed Hagrid was holding, and his expression froze.

"I'm not sure whether they are hibernating, alas." Hagrid told the shivering classmates in the pumpkin patch, "But we might as well give it a try and see if they are asleep..."

The big box in front of the students was covered with fluffy blankets and pillows, and the Blast-Ended Skrewt was lying quietly inside, contrary to his previous temper of being aggressive when disobeying. Seamus looked at the Blast-Ended Skrewt and asked loudly: "Hagrid."

Professor, I have a question..."

"Ah, it's Seamus." Hagrid stroked his messy beard with his hand, "Say."

"How do we determine whether the blast-ended snail is hibernating? What do we need to try?" Seamus asked hesitantly.

Draco immediately said: "Oh, I know that." He looked at Hagrid with evil intentions and said with a smile: "Maybe Professor Hagrid means to let us reach out and test it. If the hand is missing, it means

Blast-tailed snails do not hibernate; if your hand is still there, it means they are really asleep..."

As soon as Draco finished speaking, the classmates burst into laughter.

No one wanted to give Hagrid any credit - after all, the skrewts were so fucking ugly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the snail in the first box suddenly made a beeping explosion from its tail. It kept exploding its fire-breathing tail, blowing a hole in the box. The students immediately backed away, and the snail

The snail opened the box with a bang, revealing its grey-black and slippery body, as well as its disgusting tentacles and suckers.

Draco was startled. He was the closest to the snail. He subconsciously pulled out his wand and aimed a series of sparks at the snail, trying to scare it away. At the same time, the remaining nine

The Blast-Ended Skrewts also jumped out from behind. Upon seeing this, Harry immediately led Ron forward and followed Draco's example of using his wand to shoot sparks at the Blast-Ended Skrewts.

"Hey! Don't scare them!" Hagrid was anxious, those snails were his treasures.

"I think we're scared, Hagrid," Draco said loudly, using sparks to corner a blast-ended skrewt, and then latching it onto a box.

Louis was not idle either. He used his transformation technique to conjure up big hands and squeezed the remaining snails back into the box one by one. He subconsciously used a little force to pull the remaining snails back into the box.

The pinched snails look a little wilted.

He controlled his strength very well, not only causing no serious damage to the snails, but also successfully eliminating part of their vitality.

Draco and Ron were both sprayed a little by the snails to varying degrees, and their clothes and pants were burned with several holes; Harry was more serious, he was accidentally sprayed by sparks on his arm, and his wand fell on

He almost stepped on the ground.

Harry picked up the wand with lingering fear, and touched his old friend with some distress. It was only after the Blast-Ended Skrewt was caught that he felt that he had been burned, and he grinned in pain.

(End of chapter)