HP Magic Biography

Harry's desire to have a face-to-face meeting with Sirius supported him for the next two weeks like a never-fading bright spot on the horizon. The excitement of becoming the school champion has gradually calmed down, followed by a faint sense of fear. The first mission was gradually approaching, as if some terrifying monster was blocking him, preventing him from taking half a step forward. He's never been this nervous, not even before a Quidditch match or when he's battling Slyndrin for the Quidditch Cup. The future seemed unimaginable to Harry. He felt that his whole life was being sucked into the vortex of the first mission and maybe it would be terminated...

In fact, he didn't know what magic weapon Sirius had to make him feel better. For him, this task was like performing a very difficult and thrilling magic for the first time in front of everyone. But anyway, just looking at Sirius' friendly face at this time Harry would find it a great encouragement. He wrote back to Sirius that he would meet him by the fire in the lounge at the appointed time. He and Hermione spent a lot of time discussing how to get rid of the people who had been in the lounge that night. If those methods don't work they're going to throw in a bag of dung bombs. But they hoped not to resort to such tactics because Frick would have skinned them.

Meanwhile Harry's life at the castle goes from bad to worse because of Little. Skeeter posted her report on the Three Wizards Tournament. And that article didn't focus much on the game, but instead exaggerated Harry's personal life. Harry's picture takes up most of the front page The entire article (on pages two, six and seven) is about Harry's Bisbetton and Damsyan champions being misspelled and crammed in The last line of Cedric is also not mentioned.

The article had been published ten days ago, but Harry still felt ashamed just thinking about it now. at Little. He couldn't remember the whole bunch of things in Skeeter's report that he'd ever said, let alone in that broom cupboard.

I think my strength comes from my parents, if they see me the way I am now, they will be proud of me. Sometimes at night I call their names out loud and I don't rush to admit it... I know that in the game Nothing can hurt me because they're watching me...

Little. In addition to Skeeter translating Harry's words into a long and stinky version, she also interviewed other people.

Harry finally found love at Hogricht. His close friend Colin said that Harry was inseparable from a girl named Hermione Grinzel all day long. This girl who was born in Maggot was amazingly beautiful. And along with Harry, one of the best students in the school.

Harry had had to endure the cynicism of people ever since this article came out, most of it from Slytherin.

Shall Potter give you a handkerchief when you cry on Transfiguration?

Potter, when did you become the best student in the school? Did you and Gryffindor create this school?

Hey wait a minute Harry!

Yes, that's it! Harry finally couldn't bear it anymore, turning around in the hallway and shouted, I cried my eyes out of my dead mother and now I have to do more—

Oh no you dropped the pen just now.

Standing behind him, Zhuo Harry felt his face turn red and hot.

Oh yes. He muttered and took back the pen.

Well good luck on Tuesday, she said. I really hope you do a great job.

Harry felt that what he had just done was extremely stupid.

Hermione was also involved in this unpleasant incident, but she didn't take it out on the unsuspecting bystanders and in fact Harry appreciated her manner of doing things.

Amazing beauty? Her? when Bancy. When Parkinson saw Hermione for the first time after reading Little's article, she squealed with laughter: What does Little compare to—a chipmunk?

Never mind it, said Hermione in a self-respecting tone, striding past the snickering girls with her head held high as if she didn't hear a thing. Don't mind it Harry.

But Harry couldn't ignore it. Ron had been ignoring Harry since Harry had told Ron of Snape's decision to lock him up. Harry had half hoped that they would make up during the two hours in Snape's dungeon but that day when Little published the article which convinced Ron even more. I like this kind of showy day.

Hermione was very angry at their behavior, and she talked one by one, trying to break their silence, but Harry kept going. If Ron didn't admit it, Harry didn't write his name in the burning goblet. Apologizing to him leaves no room for conversation between them.

I didn't start it, said Harry stubbornly. It was his problem.

You misunderstood him! Hermione couldn't help saying. I know he misunderstood you too—

Misunderstand him? said Harry. I didn't misunderstand him...

But that's a complete lie. Harry liked Hermione very much, she was different from Ron. But when you're with Hermione all day you lose a little laugh and more time in the library. Harry still hadn't mastered the Summoning Charm, and he seemed to have hit a snag. Hermione thought it would be helpful to study theory, so they spent a lot of time at lunch time absorbed in reading books.

Werther. Kron also spent long hours in the library and Harry didn't know what medicine he was selling in his gourd. Is he learning or looking for something to help him with his first mission? Hermione resented Cron's presence not so much because he was in their way but because groups of girls from behind bookshelves watched him with startling giggles.

He's not handsome at all, she murmured angrily, watching Karen's profile. They only like him because of his fame! They wouldn't have given him a second look if he hadn't been Roski. Fenter!

Roski. Fendt! Harry spat the words through his teeth. This statement and Quidditch's terminology are simply absurd. It made Harry sick to think of how Ron would react to Hermione's antics.

That's how strange things are. When you fear something and are willing to do anything to slow time down, it speeds up relentlessly. The days are flying by and the first mission is getting closer and closer, like someone deliberately turned the clock forward. Wherever Harry went he couldn't shake the flustered feeling that was as pervasive as the sarcasm quoted in the Daily Prophet article.

All students from Year 3 and up can visit Hosmade Village on the Sunday before the first assignment. Hermione told Harry it would be good for him to leave the castle for a while but Harry didn't seem to listen.

But what about Ron? he said. Don't you want to go with him?

Oh...then... Hermione blushed slightly. I thought we could meet him at the Three Broomsticks...

No. Harry said flatly.

Oh Harry, it's stupid to do that—

I'll come but I don't want to see Ron and I'll be wearing an invisibility cloak.

Oh well then... Hermione broke off at this point but I don't like talking to you in your robes because I can't see if you're across from me.

So Harry put on his invisibility cloak in the dormitory and went downstairs with Hermione and set off for Hosmade.

Harry looked at ease under the cover of his robes as he watched the other students go into the village, most of them wearing Support Cedric Diggory badges stamped on it. Luckily Harry didn't hear anything nasty along the way. Comments on and didn't see anyone citing that damn article.

People are looking at me now, said Hermione, a little awkwardly. It was later in the day when they were coming out of Sweet Duke's Candy Shop, chomping on a queen-sized cream chocolate in hand They thought I was talking to myself.

Then keep your mouth shut.

Okay, let's lift your boob a little bit. No one here will trouble you.

Oh yeah? said Harry. Look behind you.

Little. Skeeter and her cameraman had just come from the Three Broomsticks. They talked in low voices and passed them without looking at Hermione. Harry in order to avoid Little. The alligator bag that Skeeter was waving in the air after getting drunk had to be returned to Sweet Duke.

Once the two drunks were gone Harry said, She's staying in the village and I bet she'll come and see us on our first mission.

When Harry said that, an unspeakable panic surged in his stomach, as if a torrent of water spread through his body, but he didn't mention it. Hermione and Harry haven't discussed much about what to do in the first mission. Dealing with Harry felt like Hermione didn't even think about it.

She's gone. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, looking as if across Harry to the end of the High Street. I said why don't you go to the pub and have a butterbeer? It's a bit cold, isn't it? You don't have to talk to Roth if you meet him! she added, a little annoyed when she saw the reason for Harry's silence. said a word.

The Three Broomsticks was packed. Most of the people were Hogwarts students who had no classes in the afternoon and came here for entertainment, but there were also some wizards that Harry rarely saw elsewhere.

Harry figured that Hosmade was the only village in England that was full of wizards, and it was a haven for witches, because witches couldn't disguise themselves like sorcerers.

Moving through a crowd while wearing an invisibility cloak is not easy because stepping on someone by accident can lead to an extremely embarrassing situation. Hermione went to buy wine, and Harry slowly sidled towards an empty table in the corner. On the way, Harry met Ron, who was with Fred, Kewei and Lee. Jordan sits together. Fighting back the urge to slap Ron hard on the back of the head, Harry went to the table and sat down.

Hermes then came over and pushed a glass of rice wine and beer under his robe.

I look like an idiot sitting here by myself, Hermione muttered. It's a good thing I came prepared.

She then pulls out a notebook with s, p, , e, member records. Harry saw his own and Ron's names listed at the top of the short list. It seemed a long time ago that they sat together and made prophecies, and then Hermione showed up and appointed them both as secretary and treasurer.

You say I should probably try to get some villagers to join s, p, e,. said Hermione thoughtfully, looking around the bar.

You should, said Harry, taking a swig of his drink. What's the matter with Laoshi?

I won't give up until the house elves have decent pay and good jobs! she countered You know what? I'm thinking it's time for some more direct action.

I don't understand how you got into the school kitchen?

I don't know either. Just ask Fred and George, Harry replied. Hermione was lost in thought again and Harry watched the people in the bar while drinking. Everyone looked relaxed and happy.

At a nearby table, Mark Miller and Albertel exchanged cards for chocolate frog candies, both wearing in support of Cedric. Digory's coat of arms was on his chest. Just by the door Harry saw Cho and a large group of her Talon friends. She wasn't wearing the badge, which made Harry feel a little better.

Harry would sit and talk and laugh like the people here, and he didn't have to worry about anything other than homework. Harry would pay anything for that. He wondered what it would be like sitting here if his name hadn't been on the flaming goblet. At least he won't have to wear an invisibility cloak. Ron would sit next to him too. And Hermione and the three of them can happily guess what kind of difficult and dangerous tasks the warriors of Tuesday's school will face. He will look forward to the day when he will sit safely in the seats in the stands and watch those warriors display what they have learned in his life or cheer for Cedric with others.

He kind of wondered how the other warriors felt. Every time he saw Cedric lately, he seemed nervous and excited, surrounded by many supporters. Harry caught glimpses of Fleur from time to time in the hallway. Di Lago maintains her usual style of being proud and calm.

And Karen just soaked in the library and read a lot of books.

Harry thought of Sirius as if his tight, stiff bow tie had loosened a little.

In twelve hours Harry would be talking to him because tonight was their appointment to meet by the fire in the common room - if nothing went wrong, as things had gone well recently.

Look! It's Hagrid! said Hermes.

The incomparably fluffy hair on the back of Hagrid's head - he must have let go of the belt that was difficult to complete the mission with great generosity - appeared among the crowd. Harry couldn't understand how he hadn't recognized him just now because Hagrid was so conspicuous and stood cautiously. Harry saw Hagrid bending over to talk to Professor Maudie. In front of Hagrid was his usual mug of beer, but Moody only drank from the thermos he had brought. Ms. Rosemart, the pretty hostess, didn't seem to mind too much, she just looked at Modi with a little disapproval as she went to a nearby table to collect glasses. Maybe she thought Maudie was insulting her spiced mead by doing this, but Harry understood why. Modi had already said the last time he was teaching their course against the laws of the dark world that he preferred to use his own food and drink whenever possible because it was too much for a dark warlock to poison a glass of wine that no one noticed. so easy.

Harry watched as Hagrid and Maudie got up to leave. He waved his hand before remembering that Hagrid couldn't see him at all. Instead, Morty hesitated for a moment, his magic eyes fixed on the corner where Harry stood. Moody tapped Hagrid on the lower back (because he couldn't reach Hagrid's shoulder) and muttered something, and the two of them turned back into the bar and walked towards Harry and Hermione's table.

All right, Hermione? Hagrid said loudly.

Hello! Hermione said with a smile.

.e. The record of who knows he said, The robe is not bad, Potter.

Harry stared at him in astonishment. The prominent nasal tube on Modi's nose was just a few feet in front of him. Modi smiled.

Your magic eyes can—I mean can you—?

That eye to me can see through an invisibility cloak, Modi admitted calmly, and I tell you it works very well sometimes.

Hagrid was smiling down at Harry, too. Harry knew he couldn't see him, but Maudie had obviously told Hagrid that Harry was there.

Hagrid was now also leaning over the s, p, e, the title page of the notebook. He said in a voice so low that only Harry could hear, Harry comes to my cabin at midnight tonight and puts on the robe.

Hagrid stood up and said loudly, Nice to meet you, Hermione. Blinking away, Morty followed him.

Why did he ask me to meet in the middle of the night? Harry said in surprise.

Does he have it? Hermes also looked surprised. I suspect his purpose. I don't know if you should go to Harry. She looked around nervously and whispered, You may be late to see Sirius.

Seeing Hagrid in the middle of the night would indeed shorten his meeting with Sirius. Hermione suggested that Hedwig be sent to tell Hagrid that Harry couldn't go - taking it for granted that Hedwig would agree to be the courier - but Harry felt that it would be best to go to Hagrid as long as the battle was over. Harry was very curious about the purpose of Hagrid's visit to him, but he had never asked Harry to meet so late.

At eleven-thirty that night Harry pretended to be going to bed early and actually put on the invisibility cloak and walked cautiously through the common room and down the stairs. Several people were not sleeping in the room, and the Clivey brothers made a big pile to support Cedric. Kogreigh's badges are trying to convince them to say support Harry instead. Porter. So far they've only been able to get the badge to agree not to show Stinky Potter. Harry crawled past them to the portrait hole and waited for a minute, watching his watch. Then, as planned, Hermione opened the fat aunt's door for him from the outside. He walked past, murmured Thank you! and started out of the castle.

The playground was pitch black. Harry walked across the grass towards the light in Hagrid's cabin.

The lights were on inside the huge Bill Betton carriage, too, and when Harry knocked on Hagrid's front door, he could hear Madam Maxime talking inside.

Is that you Harry? Hagrid asked softly, opened the door and looked around.

It's me. Harry slid into the room and took off his robes. what is the matter?

Something for you to see, said Hagrid.

Hagrid was in a state of great excitement. He had a flower in his buttonhole that looked like a giant choking barrier. Also he seemed to have given up on lubricating his hair again but he must have tried combing it as evidenced by the broken teeth Harry saw still dangling from his hair.

What are you going to show me? Harry asked warily, wondering if Skuss had laid an egg or if Hagrid had bought a three-headed dog from a stranger in some pub again.

Follow me and keep that robe on, Hagrid said. We're not taking Fran on. He won't like looking at that thing.

Listen Hagrid I can't stay long I have to be back at the castle at one o'clock—

But Hagrid wasn't listening at all. He opened the door and stepped out into the night. Harry hastened to follow. To his surprise, Hagrid was leading him to the Bill Betton carriage.

Hagrid, how—?

Hush! Hagrid whispered and knocked three times on the door with his golden cross.

Madame Maxime opened the door. A silk scarf was wrapped around her heavy shoulders. She smiled when she saw Hagrid: Ah, Hagrid, is it time?

Hello! Hagrid smiled at her and stretched out his hand to help her walk down the golden steps.

Madam Maxime closed the door behind her and walked along the side of the paddock around Hagrid's hand, which contained Madam Maxime's gigantic horse. Harry trotted after them, completely bewildered. Was it Madame Maxime that Hagrid wanted him to meet? Harry could see her anytime and she wasn't too hard to find.

However, Mrs. Maxime was also kept in the dark like Harry. After a while she said jokingly, Where are you taking me, Hagrid?

You'll love it there, said Hagrid loudly. It's worth a look, trust me—but don't tell anyone I'll take you there, okay? You shouldn't know.

Of course I won't tell others. Mrs. Maxime blinked and said that her eyelashes were black and long.

They walked on and Harry looked at his watch now and then, trotting to keep up with them, growing impatient. Hagrid's plan was too hasty and might cause Harry to miss his date with Sirius. If they didn't get there quickly, he'd turn around and walk back to the castle for Hagrid and Lady Maxime to enjoy their moonlight walk.

But just then—they had gone so far along the edge of the wood that the castle and the lake were out of sight—Harry heard something. Someone is yelling ahead. Then there was an ear-splitting bang.

Hagrid led Madam Maxim around a bush and then stopped. Harry stepped forward to stand beside them - for a second he saw the flames and the people running around - and then his mouth fell open in surprise.

It's a dragon!

Four large-tonnage adult dragons are standing upright in a pen surrounded by thick water, roaring and breathing heavily-their wide-open mouths not only have fangs, but also burst into flames. They stretched their necks and spewed fire fifty feet into the air. A silver-gray-blue dragon with long, pointed horns growled and roared at the warlocks on the ground; another phosphorescent green dragon writhed with all its might and stomped on the ground; The golden Hezi with a weird circle was aiming at the mushroom-shaped clouds in the sky to practice fire-breathing; and the last black dragon, which was more like a lizard than any other, was the closest to them.

There were at least thirty warlocks on the scene, seven or eight of them were dealing with one dragon, and they tried their best to control them, desperately pulling on the iron chains tied to the leather rings around the necks and legs of the big dragons. Harry was completely overwhelmed by the sight. He raised his head and looked up into the sky. The black dragon's eyes had round, cat-like eyeballs in them. Whether it was because of fear or anger, Harry didn't know if it was loud and shrill. Calling the trombone sounds horrible and ugly.

Stay there and don't come to Hagrid, a sorcerer near the wall yelled, grabbing the chain in his hand. That dragon can breathe fire within twenty feet! I've seen that black dragon breathe fire within forty feet!

Isn't this fire-breathing beautiful? Hagrid said softly.

This is a life-threatening! Another warlock yelled, Count to three and use the stun spell.

Harry saw that every spectator had their wands drawn.

Stuffy! they yelled in unison and stunned. The spell shot into the night sky like a fire-breathing rocket and rained meteors on the dragon's disk-covered hide—Harry looked at the legs of the closest dragon to them. Began to stand unsteadily, wobbling dangerously to and fro, mouth opened suddenly, let out a howl, and the fire was extinguished in the nose, but the smoke was still coming out—then fell down very slowly—a strong body weighing several tons, and the black The phosphorus flakes fell with such a loud thud that Harry could have sworn the trees behind him were shaken too.

The dragon breeders put down their magic wands and ran towards the animals they were guarding, lying on the ground like hills. They quickly tightened the iron chains and tightly bound the iron cages. The ends of these iron chains were buried deep in the ground.

Want to take a closer look? Hagrid asked Mrs. Massime excitedly. The two of them moved slowly towards the fence, and Harry followed closely behind. Harry finally recognized the person who had warned Hagrid not to go near. Whoever it is is Charlie. Weasley.

All right, Hagrid? he said breathlessly, they're fine now and we're keeping them in dragnets and on the road, though they might like to wake up to darkness and silence, but as you They were not happy at all when they saw it.”

What kind of Charlie do you have? asked Hagrid, eyes still fixed on the nearest black dragon, with a hint of reverence in that dragon's eyes, which were wide and round and Harry seemed to be blinking at its eyes. A gleam of shiny gold was seen in it.

Here's the Hungarian Horntail, said Charlie, there's a Welsh little green one over there; and the Swiss Brachycephalus that blue-gray one; and a Chinese Fireball that's red. That one.

Charlie looked around. Mrs. Maxim was walking around the iron cage and staring at the frightened dragons.

I don't understand why you brought her to Hagrid, Charlie said, frowning. Shouldn't a contestant know what she's about to face? Surely she'd tell her students, wouldn't she?

Just take it as if she likes to watch it. Hagrid shrugged, eyes still staring at the dragons in the cage.

It's so romantic Ye Hagrid, Charlie said, shaking his head.

Four...then each player will deal with one, right? Hagrid asked.

Maybe just straddle 'em, said Charlie, but honestly I don't envy the one who ran into the Horntail. That one looks scary. Its tail looks as fierce and dangerous as its head, you see.

Charlie pointed to the horn-tailed dragon's tail, and Harry really saw long spikes lined up densely.

At this time, Charlie's five colleagues also walked towards the horn-tailed dragon. They carried a large pile of huge gray eggs and placed them beside the horn-tailed dragon. The horn-tailed dragon let out a hungry roar.

I've arranged for Hagrid, said Charlie gravely, and then he asked Hagrid, How's Harry?

Very good. Hagrid said, his eyes still fixed on the eggs.

I hope he stays that way when he sees these things, said Charlie primly, careful not to go near the fence. Peach's girl with him... Charlie imitated his mother's anxious look: How could they let him participate in that goddamn game he's still young! I think there must be an age limit'! She saw The Daily Prophet got mad at him for yelling at his parents! God bless me, I never knew about him.

Harry had had enough and believed Hagrid wouldn't notice him with four dragons and Lady Maxime in his sight so he turned quietly and walked away from the castle in silence.

He wasn't sure he was happy about foreseeing what was going to happen. Maybe it's better this way. The first shock is now over. If on Tuesday he saw those dragons for the first time maybe he'd chill out in front of the whole school...but maybe...he'd put on his wand for a fifty-foot scaled spiked dragon Charmander, though the wand was no different than a joinery saw just now. And he had to pass this test.

In full view. how should I do it?

Harry picked up speed and walked along the edge of the forest with less than 15 minutes to go back to the fireside to discuss with Sirius. He had never felt so eager to talk to someone. Suddenly and without warning he hit a very hard object.

Harry was knocked back, glasses on one side, clutching his cloak. Ouch, who's there? came from the side.

Harry hurriedly checked that the cloak still covered him as he lay still staring at the dark silhouette of the wizard he'd bumped into. He recognized the goatee...it was Karkeroff.

Who's there? Karkeroff yelled again, looking around in the darkness suspiciously. Harry remained silent. After a minute or so Karkeroff seemed to think he had run into some kind of animal and he looked around waist-high as if looking for a dog.

Then he climbed back under the bushes and started walking slowly towards where the dragon was.

Slowly and carefully Harry stood up and started to walk again. He lowered his voice and walked towards Hogwarts as fast as he could through the darkness.

He knew exactly what Karkeroff was going to do. He once sneaked off the boat to find out what his first assignment was. He might even see Hagrid and Madame Maxime together around the woods - it's not that hard to see them at a distance... and now all Karkeroff has to do is follow the sound like Madame Maxime In the same way, he can know what is waiting for the players. Cedric was the only one who apparently didn't know anything about Tuesday's test.

Harry arrived at the castle and slipped through the front door and began to climb the marble stairs. He was out of breath but he didn't dare relax... He had less than 5 minutes to get to the fire...

Bullshit! he gasped to the fat woman painting a ton over the portrait hole.

You say yes, she muttered sleepily without even opening her eyes, and the portrait swung forward to let him in. Harry crawled inside. There is no one in the public room. Judging from the fact that the smell was quite normal, Herjoun didn't need to drop dung bombs and no one would overhear his conversation with Sirius.

Harry took off his invisibility cloak and sank into the armchair in front of the fire. A dim flame in the room was the only source of light. On the table next to it was the Support Cedric Diggory badge that Kway had been trying to use, glowing in the firelight. It still says Potter stinks. Harry looked back into the flames and jumped up.

Sirius' head was sitting in the fire. If Harry hadn't seen Mr Diggory do this in Weasley's kitchen he would have been knocked out of his mind. Instead his face broke into his first smile in days and he sprang from his chair to the fireside and said, How are you, Sirius?

Sirius looked different than Harry remembered him. When they said goodbye Sirius's face looked haggard and scrawny, covered in a mass of long, black, shaggy hair - but now that the hair was short and clean Sirius' face was fuller and looked younger and more like that in the photo It was the only photograph Harry kept of him - it was taken at Sirius' wedding.

Leave me alone, how are you? Sirius asked with a serious face.

I— For a second Harry wanted to say fine—but he couldn't. He had said as much as he had in days before he recovered—about no one believing he wouldn't take part in the Three Witches, about Little. Skeeter's Lies in the Daily Prophet About...

Now Hagrid has also told me that the first problem is to deal with Long Sirius, and now I am doomed. He said desperately.

Sirius looked at his eyes full of concern, those eyes still hadn't lost the look that Azkaban had given him, that stubborn, lingering look, and he began to leave Harry alone to talk and wait until he After he calmed down he said, Harry Dragon we can handle it but we have to get there right away and we can't stay here too long... I broke into an enchanted house earlier to warm up the fire and the master may be back here any minute I want to warn you a few words.

What? Harry asked. He suddenly felt his spirit slipping further to the bottom. Surely there is nothing more terrifying than the arrival of dragons?

Sirius went on to say, Harry Karcroft is a corpse eater. You know what a corpse eater is, don't you?

Ah he... what?

He got caught with me in Azkaban but now he's freed and I bet Dumbledore needs Worro at Hogwarts this year just to keep an eye on him as soon as Modi catches Karkeroff Definitely send him to Azkaban first.

Karkeroff freed? Harry murmured. He struggled to accept yet another shocking piece of news in his mind. Why did they release him?

He made a bet with the Minister of Magic Sirius said bitterly, He said he made some mistakes and pointed out a lot of... Finally he got a big man into Azkaban to replace him Very unpopular I can tell you that and since he came out he's been hating every single student and professor at his goddam school so watch out for the players too.

Okay, Harry replied slowly, but... did you just say that Karkeroff wrote my name in the goblet? That would make him a good man if he did. The actor would pretend to be pissed off but was actually trying to keep me from going to the competition.

We know he's playing tricks, Sirius said, because he convinced the Minister of Magic to let him go and isn't that enough? I've been following the Daily Prophet now, you know Rohari—

You're always preoccupied with other things, said Harry bitterly.

Besides, from the article written by that woman named Skeet last month, it can be seen that Morty and Hogwarts were attacked the night before they left. Of course I know she called it a false warning. Sirius hurried I don't think so. I think someone must be trying to stop him from getting to Hogwarts. I think someone must be trying to stop him from getting to Hogwarts. I think someone must be doing it because they feel that it's going to be harder to have him with them. Not now. One is willing to dig into the matter. The magic eye has heard too much of this. But that doesn't mean he can't find out the truth of the matter. After all Modi is the best warrior the Minister has ever had.

So what are you going to say? said Harry slowly, Is Karkeroff trying to kill me?

But... why?

Sirius hesitated.

I heard some strange things, he murmured, recently, they have been more active than before. Didn't they appear in the Quidditch World Cup? Someone released the mark of the Duke of Darkness... and then you heard about magic Is it about the minister’s secretary disappearing?”

Percy Jorkins? Harry asked.

That's where she suddenly disappeared in Albania and that's where Voldemort is said to have been last seen. She must have heard about the Three Wizards Tournament, didn't she?

True, but she can't go directly to Voldemort, can she? Harry said to himself.

Listen, I know Percy, Jorkins, said Sirius gravely. Then Voldemort could have known the truth about the match? Harry asked. Is that what you mean? Do you think Karkeroff might be here on his orders?

I don't know, Sirius said slowly, I just don't know... Unless Karkeroff knows that Voldemort is strong enough to protect him, he dares to hit me like Voldemort. There's a reason your name's on the goblet and I always thought a game would be a good way to attack you and make it look like an accident.

It looks totally premeditated from my point of view, said Harry gloomily. They'll just have to stand back and let the dragons do their thing.

By the way - these dragons, Sirius said quickly, there's a way, Harry don't be fooled and try a stun spell - the dragons are too powerful and amazing to be defeated by a good person. You need half a dozen or so at a time. It takes a spell to subdue a dragon.

Yeah I know I see, said Harry.

But you can do it yourself, Sirius said. There's a way you just need a spell and just—

But Harry held up his hand to keep him from saying that his heart was beating so hard it seemed to be about to pop, and he heard footsteps coming down the spiral staircase behind him.

Go! he said to Sirius with a rustle. Go! Someone is coming!

Harry stood up and hid the fire - if anyone saw Sirius' face inside the Hogwarts walls they would wreak havoc - the Ministry would be involved - he himself would be interrogated about Sirius Whereabouts—Harry heard a soft beep in the fire behind him and knew Sirius had gone. He looked down the spiral staircase—who got up for a walk at one o'clock in the morning and stopped Sirius from telling him how to defeat the dragon Woolen cloth?

It was Ron in his parsley pajamas looking straight at Harry and asking, Who were you talking to?

What's your business? Harry growled. What the hell are you doing here at this time of night?

I just wanted to know you were-- Ron stopped and shrugged. Nothing. I'm going back to sleep.

You want to come down and sniff around, don't you? Harry yelled he knew Ron didn't understand what he was doing in there and knew Ron didn't mean to do it but he didn't care - at this point he was obsessed with everything about Ron until he fell asleep He hates everything that is a few inches below the ankle of the naked under the trousers.

I'm sorry, said Ron, his face flushed with anger. Didn't expect you didn't want to be disturbed. I'll let you practice quietly for the next interview.

Harry grabbed a 'Potter Stinks' badge off the table and threw it across the room as hard as he could, hitting Ron on the forehead and knocking it away.

Fuck you! said Harry. That was for you on Sunday. You might even have a scar by now if you're lucky... that's exactly what you wanted, right?

He strode across the house to the stairs and kind of wanted Ron to hold him back and even wanted Ron to punch him but Ron was standing there in his pajamas and Harry had been lying in bed for a long time after the storm upstairs and he didn't Asleep he didn't hear Ron go back to bed.