Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 277 Little Barty's Plan Begins

Harry was still talking about, he didn't have enough time, he couldn't stay long, he had to be back at the castle by one o'clock or something.

Hera was very relieved that Harry could finally put the school rules in his eyes, even though it seemed like he just didn't want to sacrifice his sleep time for innocuous things.

Hagrid didn't listen at all, he opened the door of the hut, and the cold wind poured into the cabin along the door, which made Hera shiver unconsciously.Hagrid strode into the darkness, and Harry hurriedly followed, and Hera had to tighten the cloak—the hood tightly wrapped around her head, so as not to wake up with a headache the next day—even though there was a cold potion, the smell Hera definitely didn't want to try.

To the surprise of both of them, Hagrid was leading Harry towards Beauxbatons' carriage.

Hagrid knocked three times on the door marked with two crossed golden wands.

Madame Maxime opened the door.A silk shawl was wrapped around her immensely broad shoulders.

She smiled slightly when she saw Hagrid.

Hera dared to bet that Madam Maxim was definitely interested in Hagrid, but she didn't expect that the two of them, who seemed incompatible, could get together.

"Ah, Hagrid. Is it time?"

"Good evening," said Hagrid, smiling at her as he held out a hand to help her down the golden steps.

How Harry wished at this moment that Hagrid hadn't called him out to witness their love - which was a bit too cruel - he was still single.More importantly, he was worrying about his first project at the moment, and he didn't want to waste time on Hagrid's love.

Madam Maxime turned back and closed the carriage door, Hagrid gave her his arm, and the two walked together around the edge of the makeshift paddock where Madam Maxime's rune horses were kept.Hera was at a loss. He wanted Hagrid to tell Harry the content of the first project, but he didn't want Harry to appreciate Madam Maxime.

But apparently, Hagrid wasn't so brainless, Madam Maxime seemed to have received the same treatment as Harry, because after a while, she asked jokingly, "Where are you taking me, Hagrid?"

"You'll like it," said Hagrid gruffly. "It's worth seeing, trust me. But—don't tell anyone I took you to see it, okay? You shouldn't know."

"Of course not." Madame Maxime said, her long black eyelashes fluttering.

It seems that Hagrid is going to take Madame Maxime to see the fire dragon in the Forbidden Forest with his own eyes?Hera let out a long sigh of relief, Hagrid is not too unreliable, even though his mouth is like a bar, everyone can get the information they want from his mouth.

They were still walking, and Hera followed carefully. He was not sure how tragic the ending would be if Mrs. Maxim found out that he was spying on their date.

Just when Hera was a little tired from walking, and Harry was about to give up on following Hagrid back to the castle—they had already walked so far around the edge of the Forbidden Forest that the castle and the lake were out of sight—they finally heard something, a few men shouted loudly in front of them and then there was a deafening sharp roar.
After confirming that Harry saw the fire dragon with his own eyes, Hera didn't have the leisure and elegance to continue blowing the cold wind here with them, so he returned to the castle ahead of time. When he returned to the office, Penello had changed his position and continued to fall asleep. Hera climbed onto the bed carefully, trying not to make any noise.

Tuesday is the deadline, and there is not much time left for Harry. I hope he can find a way to pass the fire dragon within these two or three days.

But compared to Hera, Moody, that is, Little Barty, was more troublesome than Hera. He knew about the content of the first project almost at the same time as Hagrid - Dumbledore trusted him very much - and even knew more details than Hagrid.

He knew very well that it was impossible for Harry to get past the dragons unscathed and snatch the golden eggs behind them.But he had already boasted in front of the Dark Lord, not to mention that Harry was the most important part of Voldemort's resurrection.

Little Barty finally thought of a way to wander within the boundaries of the rules. He was not sure if this was a violation, but obviously, he had no other way, and he had to tell Harry this way—otherwise, Harry would definitely declare his death within 10 minutes of the first project.

Moody was out of bed early on Sunday morning, struggling to put on his fake wooden legs and magic eyes, trying to find a chance to tell Harry, but he had no idea where Harry was now - it was Sunday, and Harry could be anywhere but the classroom.

It was the first time that little Barty hated Moody's prosthetic leg so much that he had to walk down the stairs with difficulty. He remembered Harry's habit of relaxing on the lawn outside the castle because there were no taunts from his classmates.

Immediately afterwards, Harry walked into the library under his watchful eyes. Until late at night, Mrs. Pince drove them out with a feather duster. Moody didn't find the right time, and they even gave up eating.

Little Barty hardly fell asleep that night, and Hera was almost the same, but Hera was playing a game with Penello, and he believed that Little Barty would succeed. Right?
At worst, I would tell Harry the method a few hours before the game. Hera believed that such behavior would not arouse Dumbledore's suspicion, but if he told Harry now, Hera believed that Dumbledore would definitely suspect him.

After all, telling Harry a few hours before the game could also be interpreted as not wanting Harry to die in the first event, but if it was a few days in advance, it would be suspected of deliberately helping Harry.Although the matter was only a day or two away, the nature was completely different.

Harry had barely slept that night, and when he awoke on Monday morning, for the first time in his life, he was seriously considering escaping from Hogwarts.But, looking around in the Great Hall at breakfast, thinking that leaving the castle meant going up, he knew he couldn't do it.He had only felt happy in this place. By the way, he guessed that he must be happy when he was with his parents, but he couldn't remember the scene at that time.

At the same time, Barty Jr. was sitting at the guest table, his magic eyes twirling wildly. He was even more anxious than Harry, and he was always waiting for an opportunity.But until the end of breakfast, Barty Jr. did not find a suitable opportunity.

Wait, what did he see?
Harry actually took the initiative to catch up with Cedric. Little Barty struggled to prop up his artificial leg, followed Harry from a distance, and saw Harry stop.

What exactly does he want to do?
Little Barty groped for the wooden leg, completely unaware of Harry's intentions.

"Fractured!"

Oh, and Harry attacked Cedric, so one less of the four warriors?

What a nice note.

But it was just that Cedric's schoolbag was torn open, and the parchment, quills, and books fell out, scattered all over the floor, and a few bottles of ink were shattered handsomely.

"Don't pick it up," Little Barty could hear Cedric saying anxiously to his friend, but he didn't hear clearly, "Tell Flitwick, I'll be right there, you guys go."

This might be exactly what Harry hoped for, but so far, Barty Jr. is still confused. What is Harry trying to do?
Doesn't he wish there was one less competitor?

As long as his hand is a little higher, Little Barty believes that it is definitely not Cedric's schoolbag that shattered - but his head, which is definitely the kind that Madam Pomfrey can't save!
Harry slipped his wand into his robes, and when Cedric's friends had all entered the classroom, he hurried forward, and he and Cedric were alone in the corridor now.Little Barty has magic eyes, standing at the corner of the corridor can still see clearly.

The two of them were very close, and they didn't know what they were talking about. Seeing that Barty Jr. couldn't waste any more time, even if the current timing didn't seem very suitable, he had to come forward.He limped up to them, thump, thump, thump, thump.

Harry and Cedric both turned to look, and saw Moody limping from the end of the corridor.

"Come with me, Potter," said little Barty gruffly. "Go, Diggory."

Harry looked at Moody in horror. He was very worried that Moody could hear their conversation, which was definitely not allowed by the rules.

"Never mind that, Potter. Come to my office, please."

Harry followed him, apprehensive about what was going to happen next.

And at the other end of the corridor, Hera just came out of Flitwick's classroom. Seeing this scene, he was instantly relieved. It seemed that Barty Jr. was also on the move—although the time was short, it should be in time. It was better than he told Harry a few hours before the game.

Hera returned to her office, but she didn't see Penello again. She was almost living in Beauxbaton's big blue carriage recently, and she stayed with Gabriel whenever she had time, even if she was idle almost all day.

It's just that Hera's leisure time didn't last long when there was a knock on the door of his office.

It is Hibiscus.

"Hera, I want you to help me practice magic." Fleur said, and she gave a ladylike salute with her arms around her skirt.

Hera tapped her fingers on the table, making a clicking sound. He squinted his eyes and looked up and down Fleur, and said flatly, "I think Madame Maxime is more powerful than me. She should be much more proficient in magic than I am."

"But she is the headmaster." Fleur said, looking straight into Hera's eyes, "her every move is watched by Dumbledore and the referees, she has no time and energy to practice with me."

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　Today is another 6 words, which can be regarded as making up for yesterday's leave.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)