The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Chapter 461 Gabrielle Delacour

Monday, cloudy.

The gorgeous decorations in the auditorium have not had time to be removed. The walls are covered with silks and emblems of the four schools. Beauxbatons' banners are bordered by golden tassels. Someone on the Ravenclaw table The little witch stared intently, not knowing what she was thinking.

Fleur Delacour pressed her sister's shoulder and warned, "Just stay in the castle in the morning. I will come find you after my special training. Do you remember this, Gabrielle?"

The little girl nodded numbly.

A trace of guilt flashed across Fleur's face, and she hugged the little girl tighter, trying to give her some comfort and some comfort to herself.

Not far away, a pair of outstanding-looking male and female wizards walked into the long Gryffindor table from behind carrying dinner plates and sat down in a seat that had already been occupied. Herbology textbooks and notebooks were placed in their hands.

"I didn't expect that classes would go on as usual during the competition..."

"How can we support the warriors of the academy like this?"

"Why don't people from other schools take classes..."

Loren muttered in front of several people. Ever since he learned that classes would resume as usual in the morning, he had repeated these words more than a dozen times, "The warriors in other schools focus on training, but the warriors in our school still have to go to class and do after-school work." Homework, how can you win at this? You think so, Harry?"

"Stop teasing me, I don't want to get into this trouble."

Harry forced a smile and poked listlessly at the bread on the plate. Just as a group of senior witches passed by, Angelina gave him a piece of chocolate and said in a cheerful tone: "Eat more, warrior, even if It can't be me, but also a member of Gryffindor."

Katie Bell hugged his shoulders affectionately: "Show the people in other schools how awesome you are, and teach Digory a lesson by the way!"

Seeing the favored behavior of the witches, Ron expressed sincere envy: "To be honest, I would rather trade with you for work, even if I have to face Voldemort."

Harry looked at his friends with a resentful expression, but because of their teasing, his tense heartstrings relaxed a little.

After the warrior training ended last night, I returned to the common room in a daze, and was forced to attend the celebration party. After a half-night fuss, I had time to briefly chat with a few people about the situation.

After simple reasoning, several people reached a consensus.

The person who put his name into the Goblet of Fire must be a Death Eater. Voldemort and his name appeared in the selection of warriors at the same time, which shows that Voldemort wanted to attack him during the game... There are two possible goals for them. One is to use As a sacrifice for Voldemort's return, the second is to kill him directly...

But he didn't need to worry too much. Since Voldemort set the stage on the playing field, it meant that the school was safe, and Dumbledore and the professors could guarantee his safety...

Harry combed through the clues in his mind and glanced at Hermione secretly. During the conversation last night, she always seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if she was hiding some news from him.

"Stop joking around, stupid boys, and think about serious business!"

Hermione said angrily, she was spreading the bread and spreading mayonnaise on it with a spoon, "According to what Harry said last night, the first project will be held on November 24th. The focus of the examination is courage. Warriors will not The only weapon I can get any help from is my wand...

"Listen to these words, this must involve fighting, dangerous fighting!"

Ron raised his eyebrows: "Can it be more dangerous than the Basilisk?"

Hermione stared at him and was about to scold him. Loren put the omelette on Hermione's piece of bread in time and comforted him: "Relax, there is no point in worrying now, there is still nearly a month."

"Not a month!" Hermione shouted loudly, "It's three weeks, three weeks."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Loren folded her slices of bread into a sandwich and blocked her mouth.

"Well……"

Satin banners and ribbons were fluttering gently, and there was a lot of noise in the auditorium. Their voices blended into the more noisy noises, making them inconspicuous. There were also young wizards who looked at Harry while chewing food, but they only took a few glances and passed by.

There are young wizards who have just entered school this school year who are surprised and puzzled. The seniors and sisters will always advise them earnestly:

Those people, especially Harry Potter, do something different every year. Is it any wonder? He is Harry Potter, and he has been so different since he was one year old. .

So the freshmen patiently asked for advice.

Those wonderful adventures in the past three years were swallowed bit by bit along with the fragrant omelette. They were about Quirrell who pursued the power of black magic and was controlled by evil ghosts, and about Loja who used the Forgetting Curse to steal other people's heroic deeds. Especially, about the basilisk and the secret chamber, about the godfather who was wrongly imprisoned but swam across the ocean...

The little Ravenclaw witch bit her spoon with a troubled expression.

Should she tell them what Fred said? Fred only told her to keep it a secret, but he didn't say she couldn't tell her friends...

After eating breakfast and chatting for a while, the few people walked out of the castle and went to the third greenhouse for herbal medicine class.

Babo Tuber's class has completely ended. The little wizards were happy but also felt a little disappointed. Although the process of squeezing a pustule was disgusting, it was inexplicably satisfying. Now that they no longer had to squeeze, they were still a little uncomfortable for a while.

The second period is a class on protecting magical animals. Compared with magical animals, perhaps little wizards need more protection.

"Ah! Let go! Damn it, let me go!"

Slytherin's Pansy Parkinson was frightened and smashed the squid that was sucked into her hand, causing sparks to fly and the Slytherin students to flee.

There was a scream, which only subsided after Hagrid ran over to deal with it.

Loren judged this from the sound. He was squatting on the grass at the moment, holding a small stick and poking at the developed snails.

They were completely different from the first time I saw them. They looked somewhere between a giant scorpion and an elongated crab. They had grown a gray-white, shiny armor-like thing. Loren has tried it. This kind of carapace can defend against some simple spells and has extraordinary resistance to fire spells.

The stingers on the tail had already taken shape, and Hagrid still thought they were adorable. Ron said that probably only when the poison glands were fully developed, giving him a few hard blows would wake him up.

Hermione crouched a little further away, writing a diary of Blast-Ended Skrewt observations in her notebook, her expression focused but full of disgust.

Suddenly, she heard a burst of cheers coming from behind her, as if there was something to be happy about.

Hermione turned her head, and a group of boys formed a circle. Harry and Ron were among the crowd. In the center of the circle, a snail was suddenly thrown into the sky.

boom!

The frightened snail spit out a stream of smelly sparks, which landed on the boys, causing a burst of cheers.

"..."

Hermione looked away, her expression a little complicated, and then looked at Loren, her face softened slightly.

Today's content was almost finished, so Hermione simply put away her notebook and walked over, looking down at him: "Why don't you go to their game?"

"Hermione, I discovered an interesting thing." Loren didn't even raise his head. "There were some stripes on the body of the larvae of the blast-tailed snail. I originally thought that was where the carapace grew, but through observation, it seems that not all of them are. so……"

Hermione knelt down next to her, flipped forward a dozen pages in her notebook, and looked at the sketch of the larval squid: "Is there anything special?"

"Look..."

Loren used a small wooden stick to draw twisted patterns on the grass. The pattern was very similar to the stripes of the snails when they were young. "Did you think of anything else?"

Hermione felt a strange familiarity from the patterns on the ground. She had an excellent score in ancient runes and immediately reacted: "Magic runes?"

"Yes, it symbolizes the bursting flame." Loren clicked his tongue, "Although Flamel emphasized when he first learned alchemy that the magic words came from the evolution of magical animals and natural phenomena, but it is so intuitive Compared to this, this is the first time I’ve seen it.”

Hermione also found it interesting. She wanted to observe carefully but was still a little disgusted. She grabbed his hand and manipulated the small wooden stick in his hand to poke the snails: "Professor Babbling introduced that the magic text of bursting flames is Many magical animals related to their origins have become extinct, with only three or four species left, such as fire dragons, such as——"

"Such as Veela." A soft and thin voice added.

Loren and Hermione raised their heads, and the little girl with blond hair and blue eyes gave them a naive smile. Under the light blue brim of her hat, her eyelashes flickered, shining and cute like an angel.

"The bird-headed banshees after the Veela transformation also have the ability to explode with flames. The pattern on their beaks is very similar to this magic text."

"Are you..." Hermione paused and hesitated when she saw the light blue silk clothes under her coat, "A student of Beauxbatons?"

Loren looked at her young face and felt a little impressed: "You are the warrior of Beauxbatons, the sister of Fleur Delacour, right?"

"Do you know me?" Gabrielle Delacour's smart eyes flashed and her voice was childish and crisp.

"I had the impression at the Warrior Selection Banquet that you were the youngest among Beauxbatons' students." Loren paused and asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"

Gabrielle's eyes dimmed for a moment: "Ms. Maxim was taking my sister for training and left me alone. It was too stuffy in the castle, so I came out to get some air."

Her accent was a bit strange. It was not obvious when she spoke short sentences, but when she spoke long sentences, she stumbled and her intonation was awkward.

Hermione asked blankly: "Every floor of Hogwarts Castle is very transparent, and you can open the windows even in closed classrooms. How can it be stuffy?"

Loren was speechless, pinched the back of her hand, and looked at the little girl: "Among the students in your school, are you the only one who can talk to your sister?"

Gabrielle looked down at the Blast-Ended Skrewt, hiding her expression with the brim of her hat: "I'm not in the same grade as them...and my sister was elected as a warrior, some people feel uncomfortable."

"..."

It's a bit difficult to handle.

Wait a minute, Delacour, Fleur... this seems to be the Weasley's sister-in-law.

Loren pursed his lips, turned and shouted to the crowd behind him: "Ron, I want to see you if I have something!"

A few minutes later, Ron, who had heard the whole story, squatted down next to Harry and looked at the little girl with an aggrieved expression. After a while, he put away his questions about what it had to do with me. He turned his head stiffly and looked at Loren, holding back. He held it back for a long time and said: "You two smart people can't do anything, what can I do?"

Loren and Ron looked at each other with wide eyes for more than ten seconds. Loren couldn't explain the reason at all, so he waved his hand and said, "You let Ginny play with her, there are less classes in the third grade."

"Elective courses have just begun in the third grade. Where are the missing classes?"

"Less classes than ours."

"But this has something to do with me..." Ron looked at Gabrielle's pitiful eyes, but he couldn't say anything that had anything to do with me. "Okay, okay, I'll go there during lunch later." Talk to Ginny."

…

Lunch time, auditorium.

The discussion in the auditorium was still noisy, and you could still notice some appreciative glances sitting near Harry, some from Hogwarts and some from students from other schools.

There are still many people who question the unfairness of Harry's election as a Warrior, but no one talks about it in person.

There were only a few professors sitting at the guest of honor table. After last night, the four principals and two commissioners from the Ministry of Magic never showed up again. I heard that Fleur, Krum, and Graves all went to special training with their principals. The location was kept secret, the content was unknown, and the time was uncertain.

Only the two warriors of Hogwarts were still attending class stupidly, and it looked like they had no chance of winning.

Loren looked over and over in the direction of the Slytherin table. A group of students in bright red school uniforms sat stupidly facing the food, with dull expressions and dull eyes.

He couldn't hold it back anymore and turned to Seamus: "What's wrong with the Durmstrang people? They look stupid and have a broken brain."

"You didn't know this!" Seamus looked excited. "Students from other schools are also attending classes today. They are temporarily assigned to the seventh grade. They can take whatever the seventh grade teaches. Durmstrang chose According to the Slytherin class schedule, Beauxbatons chose Ravenclaw, and Ilvermorny was divided into two parts, one part chose Hufflepuff, and the other part chose Gryffindor.”

"So the Durmstrang people attended Potions class today and were poisoned by Snape?" Harry asked.

"Hehe, it's more interesting than that..." Seamus said with a smile, "Durmstrang's students took Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class today. Not only were they tortured to the point of unconsciousness by the Imperius Curse, but they also listened to a They have the dark history of their principals in mind, so most of them are stupid."

Several people immediately looked at him with pity.

Not long after, Ron came back with an excited look on his face after bringing the little girl to Ginny to settle down.

"Loren Loren! My dearest friend, you are closer than my biological brother." Ron pushed past Harry and sat down next to him. He put his arm around Loren's shoulders and shook him.

"Wait a minute, what's wrong with you?"

"Did you use this method to let me know Fleur from Beauxbatons? It's you, Loren!" Ron smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. Without waiting for Loren to answer, he went to get his meal. He seemed to be in a very happy mood.

Hermione and Harry looked at Loren with questions in their eyes.

Loren was silent for a while, immersed in cooking.

Forget it, just let it be that way.

Before Nico left, he told him to take care of Beauxbatons, which was regarded as an honorary sacrifice for taking care of him.