The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The other young wizards in Gryffindor were a little embarrassed in front of other houses before today. There was a 14-year-old warrior in their own house. They believed that Harry definitely did not use any unfair means, but it was still against the rules. . Although the Gryffindors all supported Harry, they were not sure that his strength could keep up with other warriors, and they always felt guilty.

Now, the Gryffindor student looked up at the meteor that pierced the sky, fell into the field and turned into a firebolt in the boy's hand. A wave of heat surged from the heart to the whole body, the hairs on the sweat expanded, and the blood boiled. Ron and others looked excited, and Ginny was even more fascinated, muttering to herself, saying words that only she could hear.

Loren also felt a sense of relief and murmured in a low voice: "Tsk, he's so handsome. It's worth me weaving sweet dreams for him every night."

"Yes, Professor Morgan is doing his duty." Hermione finally found the opportunity and said with a smile.

At the referee's seat, Dumbledore's blue eyes showed admiration. Several other principals also nodded in approval, taking full advantage of the speed of the Firebolt and ensuring their own safety. For a 14-year-old boy, As far as wizards are concerned, this is the best they can do.

Only Karkaroff was secretly annoyed. Why didn't they think of this method? With Viktor's flying skills, he would definitely be able to get higher scores.

In the field, the youngest warrior raised his legs and stepped on the broomstick, kicked off the ground, and flew into the air.

The broom carried the boy and circled up at high speed, as flexible and free as a fish in water, circling around the Hungarian tree peaks.

The fire dragon's neck was fully extended, and its head kept swinging from side to side following Harry. Its tail flapped continuously, but the distance was not enough; it spit out flames, and Harry dodged to avoid it...

Finally, the Hungarian tree peak stood up, spread its wings and started to flap. Harry caught the stiffness that lasted only one or two breaths before taking off, swooped down, and picked up the golden egg.

The movement of the Hungarian tree peak stopped, and the huge head showed a rather human doubt.

Before it could take off in pursuit, Charlie had already rushed into the field with the keeper. Various dried meats with magic potion were served to him, and the fire dragon quickly fell into a happy sleep.

"Look!" Bagman shouted loudly, "Look! Our youngest warrior got the golden egg as quickly as possible!"

Harry held the golden egg high and rode around the field on his broom, the smile clearly visible on his face.

People were shouting, screaming, clapping and cheering, the sound was deafening.

"Excellent flying performance, beautiful and crisp! I am willing to give 10 points for this!" Bagman shouted at the top of his voice. His face turned red and he looked even happier than Harry himself. "Let's take a look at the judges' scores..."

"Ms. Maxim, 8 points! Oh, this is biased."

"My dear colleague Mr. Crouch, 9 points! If you ask me, Potter deserves more..."

"Next is Principal Dumbledore, 9 points! He is really fair and just..."

"Principal Fontana from the other side of the Atlantic, 9 points! Counting the previous ones... very promising!"

"Finally, Principal Karkaroff of Durmstrang, 4 wait, 4 points?"

Bagman's face turned even redder with anger, but as a commentator and referee, he could not say anything too outrageous, so he continued to explain in a strange tone: "He is really a stingy guy who is stingy with praises. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that, even if he is like this , Harry Potter also temporarily ranked first with an average score of 8 points.

"Let's congratulate Harry Potter!"

The screams like a mountain roar and a tsunami instantly flooded the stands, and even the ground was shaking slightly. The excitement and joy pushed away the cold east wind deep in the forest.

…

The evening celebration dinner seemed noisier than any other banquet. Everyone was talking about the performance of the five warriors during the day:

Cedric's ingenuity, Graves' perseverance, Fleur's touching dancing, Krum's ruthlessness, and Harry's nimble and agile flying.

The little wizards in the auditorium kept standing on the stools and looking out, looking at the warriors present. Every face showed admiration and curiosity.

In the front row of the long Gryffindor table, Harry slowly but anxiously enjoyed the sumptuous dishes carefully prepared for the banquet, because in just a few appetizers, five or six little witches had already passed by and greeted him warmly.

Among them were students from Beauxbatons and Ilvermorny, who had very strange accents.

After dealing with a Hufflepuff girl, Harry turned his head and rubbed the muscles on his face that were stiff from laughter, and complained angrily: "Really, can't they wait until I'm full before coming back?"

"Creak——"

Ron's knife swiped across the plate, his expression contorted with envy.

"Giggle..."

Ginny gritted her teeth, her contempt for certain girls and resentment for her cowardly behavior made her beyond recognition.

Hermione looked around, looked at Loren and asked, "Where are the warriors of Ilvermorny?"

"While still in the school doctor's office, I heard from Seamus that all the bones that can be broken are basically broken, and he will have to lie in the hospital bed for at least two days." Loren took a sip of the fragrant mushroom soup, clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Ilvermonide After competing for the first time, I still don’t have enough experience..."

Gilbert Fontana, who was at the guest of honour's seat, deeply agreed. At this moment, he was silently dealing with the fish and chips in front of him, chewing mechanically with his teeth, expressionless.

Recalling the scene when he visited his student in the school infirmary in the evening and complained about his poor Pickle... Fontana looked at Maxim not far away. She met the gamekeeper and Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts. Talk about Zhenghuan;

Turning to look at Karkaroff, he was avoiding the two people from the Ministry of Magic, pulling the Potions Professor and whispering something;

Finally, I looked at Dumbledore. He was telling boring jokes.

"..."

They are all bad people!

Fontana bit into the fish bones in her mouth, and they tasted quite good. The house elves at Hogwarts were very skilled at cooking, and the fish bones were crispy and crispy.

Who would have thought that the Goblet of Fire Tournament, which has a history longer than the founding of Ilvermorny, would turn out to be a shady cheating event!

Who would have thought that among the four participating schools and five competing warriors, he was the only warrior from Ivermorny who didn't know that he had to face a fire dragon in the first event!

Look at each of these, the hypnotic dance for the fire dragon, the eye disease spell for the fire dragon...

Only his poor Pickley, who had not prepared anything, was lying alone in the school doctor's office, eating bland pumpkin porridge with chicken breast.

"Don't worry too much, Gilbert..." Dumbledore filled the bottle of wine for him, "It's just a skin injury. Graves will be discharged from the hospital soon, and his scores are also very good..."

Fontana glanced at him sideways, raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

No wonder these people are willing to give Graves high marks.

Those two Hogwarts warriors are not good people either!

His poor Pikli...

"Tons, tons, tons..."

…

"That's great, Harry!"

"I know you can't die!"

"A broken leg at most."

"Or arms."

"Want to kill you?"

"no way!"

George and Fred held Harry in a circle in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, each one making fun of him. The little wizards who were watching once again burst into cheers and screams.

There were mountains of cakes on the tables and chairs, as well as pots of pumpkin juice and butterbeer. Lee Jordan lit many hard-drawn fireworks, and the air was flashing with crystal stars and sparks.

When the elated Harry was put down, he still felt unsteady, as if he was floating in the clouds. He murmured: "I can't believe it. I passed the fire dragon project without any damage, and the second project will have to wait until three months." We’ll face it later.”

"Speaking of this..." Lee Jordan patted Harry's golden egg, weighed it with both hands and said, "It's quite heavy. Open it and take a look, Harry! Let's see what's inside?"

Harry slowly came back to his senses and looked around with a smile: "Does anyone want me to open it?"

"Of course!" the little wizards shouted in unison.

"Do you really want me to open it?"

"Open!"

Loren, who was standing outside the crowd, quickly cast a head soaking spell on himself, and then covered Hermione's ears.

The girl blinked her eyes and cleverly did not struggle. Instead, she moved closer to Loren's arms. His palms completely wrapped the auricles, feeling warm.

The next second, an extremely terrifying, high-pitched scream filled the entire room.

Hermione frowned as she listened to the weakened sound of the golden egg. She had only heard a similar sound before at Sir Nicholas's death anniversary party. It was the noise played by the ghost band using a saw instrument.

Harry slammed the golden egg shut, feeling his head buzzing.

"What is that?" Seamus asked, covering his ears. "It sounded like a female ghost's cry... Harry, you may have to pass by a female ghost next time!"

"It seems like someone is being tortured!" Neville's face turned pale, and sausage meat was scattered on the floor. "What you have to deal with is the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Don't be stupid, Neville, that's illegal." George said, "They can't recite the Cruciatus Curse on a warrior. I think the sound is a bit like Percy singing..."

Harry rubbed his temples and looked at the golden egg again: "This is really a difficult problem..."

Seeing that he wanted to explore the clues about the golden egg, the little wizards around him fled in fright.

"You know the clue in the golden egg, right Loren?"

Hermione raised her head and smoothed the strands of hair from her forehead, then looked at Loren who had lifted the hair-soaking spell, her little face full of suspicion.

"Do I know...or don't I know? That's a good question..." Loren muttered something nonsense, took a spoonful of the cream cake into his mouth, and fell into deep thought.

Hermione was not in a hurry, sitting down next to him calmly and sharing his cream cake.

After a while, Loren said seriously: "It's the end of the month, and it's time for Dobby and Winky to pay their wages. How about we go see them later?"

"..."

Hermione's eyes flashed and she pursed her lips: "Okay, I also want to know what other elves think of them."

"And Mai, I need to see him if I have something to do."

"What's up?"

"Don't ask for information you shouldn't ask for."

"What information should be inquired about and what information should not be inquired about."

"The information that can be inquired about is the information that should be inquired about, and the information that cannot be inquired about is the information that should not be inquired about."

"..."

Hermione suddenly felt a little pain in her wisdom teeth and clenched her fists.

You should add some body language to make communication more efficient.

…

The lights in the castle have been turned off, but the kitchen located underground is still bright, with fragrant broth simmering in the gleaming copper pot, and the flames in the large brick fireplace.

“Due to the addition of French dishes, the steps for many thick soups are more cumbersome.”

Xiaomai explained in a sharp voice that he wore an extra apron while wearing butler's clothes, and his bare feet were also put on socks given by Hermione.

Twinkle set up the chairs for the two of them and stood beside her, rubbing her clothes anxiously. She was also wearing an apron. Under the apron was a neat and clean little skirt, and the matching blue hat was dotted with cloud patterns.

She raised her head and carefully looked at Loren's face. When she realized that Hermione was looking at her, she quickly lowered her head.

Hermione took a deep breath and wanted to say something, but Loren held her down.

"Sir, have a cup of hot tea..."

Dobby quickly ran over with a tray of tea, and when he saw there were only two people, he looked a little disappointed: "Mr. Morgan, Miss Granger, hasn't Harry Potter come down?"

"Did you see him face the fire dragon today?" Loren picked up the hot cocoa and blew it.

Dobby nodded heavily and said happily: "Dobby was hiding in the fire dragon tent. Dobby was thinking that if Harry Potter couldn't deal with the fire dragon, Dobby would secretly help him."

"Fortunately, you didn't do anything unnecessary. You can't hide your little moves in front of those referees."

"It is better for Dobby to be punished than for Harry Potter to be injured. Mr. Graves bled a lot, and Dobby doesn't want to see Mr. Potter bleed too."

"..."

Just leaving the uneasy Winky aside, after Loren and Dobby finished chatting, Hermione chatted with Wheat again: "Wheat, what do other house elves think of Winky and Dobby in recent times? "

"Winky and Dobby..." Mai hesitated, "Many elves are praising Winky..."

Hermione's eyes lit up and she was a little happy: "Praise?"

Mai lowered her head, looked at the socks on her toes and replied in a low voice: "Many elves feel that Twinkle endured the humiliation in order to return to her previous master's home. Her loyal belief allowed her to endure the torture and insult, so she deserves admiration. "

"Endure the humiliation?" Hermione glared angrily, "Why are wages and holidays considered torture and humiliation?"

Mai couldn't answer and looked at Loren in embarrassment.

Loren tugged at the slightly hairy little witch, turned around and asked, "Dobby, I want to ask about Twinkle's performance in the past month, please be more detailed."

"Of course, Mr. Morgan!" Dobby seemed to have started chatting, and began to talk about how difficult it was for Winky at first, and how he could negotiate for Winky's salary and holidays...

After the first salary was paid, how did he take Winky to Hogsmeade to buy things;

During the holiday a few weeks ago, he took Winky to go shopping at other wizard gathering places...

After hearing what he said, Loren looked at the female elf who had been left alone for nearly an hour:

"Twinkle, I want to hear how you've been feeling over the past month."