The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"You practice swimming in the bathtub?" Ron said in disbelief. "How can you improve? Can you tell what kind of bath liquid is used in the prefect's bathroom with just one sip?"

"Keep your voice down!" Harry said angrily, "Is it because I don't want to practice in the black lake? There's still ice on it!"

"Krum can do it." Loren's voice was light.

Hermione turned around and glared at them all: "Listen carefully!"

In Charms Class, the four of them were sitting alone at a table at the back of the classroom.

Professor Flitwick's lecture echoed in the classroom: "The spell we are going to practice today is exactly the opposite of the summoning spell, the banishing spell!"

"In order to prevent things from flying around in the classroom and causing teaching accidents, I have prepared a lot of soft mats for each of you to use for practice." Professor Flitwick's proud mustache shook slightly, "In this way, even if you If you go astray, you won't hurt anyone..."

Loren listened to Professor Flitwick's arrangements and felt that the plan was very good, but the plan could not keep up with the changes.

The little wizards were completely misguided. Not long after they officially started practicing, some of them started to make unplanned things fly all over the room - such as Professor Flitwick.

"Forget about swimming for now, okay?" Harry said in a low voice. At this time, Professor Flitwick flew past them helplessly and landed on the big bookcase at the back. "I want to tell you about Snape and Karkaroff. Things..."

In order to prevent anyone from getting hurt, Professor Flitwick, who was flying around in the air, tried his best to control other flying tables, chairs, benches and little wizards. Whether it was flying in the sky or letting others fly in the sky, the students were all having fun, so no one paid attention to what they were saying.

Harry spent the next half hour detailing what he had heard outside Snape's office.

"Snape and Karkaroff have shady secrets?" Ron's eyes shone with excitement. He waved his wand and cast a banishing spell on the cushion. The cushion flew into the air, lost control and knocked off Lavender's head. Hat, "Hmm... It sounds like they are old friends, or very close old friends, don't you think so?"

"I'm not sure what secrets they have, but Karkaroff looks flustered." Harry waved his wand carelessly, and his soft cushion slid down against the table. "Judging from their conversation, there was something The thing is becoming more and more obvious, and it is something that scares Karkaroff and wants to run away..."

Loren raised his eyebrows, and at the same time controlled several soft cushions that had fallen out of control to fly up, and flew back staggeringly.

"Escape?" Ron's eyes widened, and his second cushion spun high into the sky, knocking the chandelier flying. "Harry...except for that person, I can't think of anything else that would scare him." He ran away!"

"You mean..." Hermione waved her wand casually, and the cushion landed accurately in the box, "But Karkaroff himself is a Death Eater. He has no reason to be afraid of his master, and why would he want to go with Si Nap said this?"

"Maybe it's Professor Moody." Harry said suddenly, "I heard some news. Professor Moody always stared at Karkaroff, and even searched Durmstrang's cabin and Snape's cabin. office!"

Loren controlled the soft cushion to rotate slowly, and some doubts arose in his heart.

Isn't Dumbledore ready to reveal Moody's identity yet...

Ron said happily: "Is Professor Moody really not afraid that Snape will put medicine in his bottle?"

Harry couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and cast a spell on the cushion, causing it to stagger into the box: "No matter what, I'd better think about swimming first."

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, still thinking about the drug.

If you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem impossible.

…

Wednesday, February 22nd.

The snow in the field has completely melted. Whenever the little wizards approach the windows of the classroom or lounge, they are always attracted by the wide lake. The large iron-gray cold lake surface, the dark and cold bottom is as far away as the moon. and.

Hagrid completely abandoned his cute little squid, and explained the knowledge about unicorns like a competent Care of Magical Creatures professor. The teaching equipment was changed from an adult unicorn to two unicorn cubs.

Two fluffy little guys with pure golden hair and black eyes looked timidly at the students around them.

The little witches were almost going crazy with joy, but they clenched their teeth tightly for fear of scaring them with laughter.

Hagrid introduced to the class at the top of his lungs: "Unicorn cubs are easier to get close to than adults. They turn silver when they are about two years old, and develop horns when they are about four years old. They will not turn pure white until they reach adulthood. I was about seven years old at the time...

“When they were young, they were more gullible and less averse to boys... Come here, come closer.

"If you are willing, you can pat them and give them a few pieces of these sugar cubes..."

Loren looked at the sugar cubes in the tin box.

Hey, it's actually produced by Honeydukes, and there are hazelnuts, peanuts and almonds in the candy...

He first fed himself one, then grabbed two more and put them in the palm of his hand, bringing them to the unicorn cub's mouth.

The unicorn cub blinked at him with eyes as black as black gems, stretched out its pink tongue and licked it up, and nuzzled him sillyly, tilting its head from time to time.

The little witches' starry eyes were shining brightly, and they couldn't resist their impulse and took out their own snacks and candies to feed them.

While everyone was gathering around the unicorn cub, Hagrid walked aside and whispered, "There's only one day left before the competition. Harry, how are you preparing?"

"Uh, not bad." Harry replied with a guilty conscience.

"Don't be nervous, Harry." Hagrid patted his shoulder with a heavy hand, pressing his knees straight, "I always believe that as long as you want to do something, there is nothing you can't do... You will win, I know, I can feel it!"

One more day, one more day...

Harry felt that time was slipping away, as if someone had cast a spell on the clocks, making them turn very fast.

...

The day before the competition, the Gryffindor common room.

Loren was playing with the hair that he had pulled from the little unicorn yesterday with great interest, and occasionally wrote something in his notebook.

Hermione was reading a large history book with her chin on her hand, but her eyes were always looking to the side.

Why didn't this person do his astronomy homework?

From time to time, a little wizard passed by and said to Harry to cheer him up, and Harry responded weakly.

"I know what I should do now." Harry lay listlessly on the "Twenty Swimming Tips". "If I want to swim faster, I should use gillyweed. If I have enough time, I will use red coral to swim slowly."

"But the faster you complete the task, the higher the score." Ron whispered, "Don't you want to be the warrior champion?"

Ron was even more nervous than Harry. He also wanted to be a part of the competition and stand out. He would never allow anyone to drag him down.

"I..."

Harry admitted that he was moved.

"Come on, Harry. No one wants you to be the champion more than us." Fred's voice suddenly came, "Then we can save enough money to open a store faster."

"Oh, do you two have something to do with us?" Ron asked.

"We want to ask you where Ginny is?" George held his shoulders and shook him back and forth. "Professor McGonagall asked her to go over, and also called Cho Chang, Gabrielle from Beauxbatons, and Boot from Ilvermorny..."

"What, Ginny?!"

Ron was struck by lightning.

…

“Bet, bet! Action is worse than action! Come on, don’t be shy, everyone!”

“The second game of the Goblet of Fire Tournament is about to begin…”

On the shore of the Black Lake, George and Fred were shouting loudly. They carried paper and pen with them to ensure that every bet had a voucher and would never run away.

“Four boys and one girl!”

“Fair odds, only one…”

“Want to place a bet?”

“Five people in the water, how many can survive?”

Just then, two figures holding hands and walking side by side passed by, and Hermione looked at them expressionlessly: “Oh, please, you two, do some good deeds…”

Loren looked at their equipment with interest: “And you promised Mr. Weasley that you would not participate in gambling. What happened on the night of the Quidditch World Cup, have you forgotten?”

Fred spread his hands: “Oh, we did not participate in gambling.”

“We are the banker.” George looked at him and turned to greet him louder.

“Bet!”

“Fleur, 10 to 1.”

Loren and Hermione smiled helplessly and turned to walk towards the competition venue. "Where's Ron?"

"I don't know."

"..."

Harry and Neville walked side by side, avoiding the surrounding sight and looking at the gilly grass in their hands. It was sticky and a little smelly, and shaped like countless slippery gray-green mouse tails.

"This can make your hands and feet grow webbed feet, greatly speeding up your swimming speed."

"Are you sure, Neville?"

"Of course, it says so in the book."

"Can it last for an hour?"

"It should be possible."

"It should be possible?"

"..."

The second game was set up underwater. The judges scored according to the language broadcast of the mermaids. The audience on the water surface could not watch the game at all. Moreover, five warriors played at the same time. The game lasted for one hour, and there was only one and a half hours including the opening and the end. Therefore, compared with the first game, the viewing seats this time were much simpler.

The breeze blew across the lake, rippling the waves. In the middle of the lake, three wooden and hay towers were built to form a spectator stand. Narrow wooden boats came and went to greet the little wizards.

On the hastily built referee's seat, Ludo Bagman put his wand against his neck, and his voice thundered across the dark lake to the opening stage:

"Welcome to the second event. Last night, the five warriors all had something stolen - their treasures."

The warriors lined up on the shore, each ten feet apart, wearing different swimsuits.

Harry was on the far right, and his eyes couldn't help but look to the left. Of course, the boys were not good-looking. The good-looking one was Fleur, who was wearing a backless one-piece swimsuit, revealing a large area of ​​smooth and white skin.

Loren and Hermione found a seat in the corner and sat down. Anyway, there was no screen broadcast, so it was the same. They took out snacks and fed the fish.

"Do you have to feed the fish even if you don't fish?" Hermione glanced at him lightly.

"You don't understand, this is to accumulate luck." Loren looked straight ahead and threw down a few chips.

"Do Fleur's legs look good?"

"They should look good. Harry was stunned. Snap, snap..." Loren said slowly, chewing potato chips calmly. "But I don't know. The main reason is that I haven't seen other girls wear it like this. I don't have a reference standard, so I can't tell whether it looks good or not."

"Really?"

"Yes, so when will you wear it for me to see?"

After speaking, Loren secretly glanced at her legs. They were straight, with graceful curves and good proportions.

Unfortunately, it's just a pair of jeans.

"Look at this strawberry pudding!" Hermione finally couldn't help but spat at him, reaching out to cover his eyes with her fingers tightly, leaving no space for him.

"Hey, that's not fair! There are obviously more male warriors, but I didn't even stop you from looking..."

Loren's protest was drowned in Bagman's explanation: "...these five treasures, one for each warrior, are now lying at the bottom of the Black Lake. To win, each warrior only needs to find the treasure and return On the water, the difficulty is that the time limit is one hour!”

Sharp whistles echoed in the cold, delicate air, and a burst of cheers and applause erupted from the stands.

Hearing only a few splashes, Hermione released her hand covering his eyes, and the place where the warriors originally stood side by side was now vacant.

"It's all your fault. I didn't see any magic used by the other warriors." Luo Lun complained outright, "You have to compensate, I want to see the swimsuit!"

Hermione put her hand into his bag of potato chips with an expressionless expression: "Cedric and Fleur used the bubble spell, but Fleur didn't seem to have fully mastered it yet. Krum used human transformation to become half human and half shark. , Graves couldn’t see anything unusual, it seemed like he had something like a leaf in his mouth..."

"I don't care. This game is nothing to watch in the first place. You compensate me for my viewing experience." Loren glanced at her expression quietly.

"..."

Hermione suddenly felt the weight of an extra leg on her legs. Looking down, she saw that the man had put his left leg on her legs and was sitting in a strange posture, with his butt still on the stool.

"This is not compensation, this is just interest. Compensation must be calculated separately."

"..."

Hermione stood on tiptoes and wiggled twice, changing to a less awkward angle.

"Your legs are soft and flexible. Can I sit on them all?" Loren fed her a potato chip.

"Kacha kacha..."

"If you don't say anything, I'll assume you agree?"

Hermione was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't agree, but I can help you with your astronomy homework."

Loren clicked his tongue and looked meaningfully into her eyes, but she turned her head to look at the water, looking like she was watching the game intently, chewing potato chips in her mouth: "Kacha kacha..."

"I don't agree!" Loren said in a deep voice, "I should be the one tutoring you. I've done a great job in astronomy!"

"..."