HP Magic Biography

Harry was exempted from the final exam because he was a Triwizard contestant, so he had to sit in the back of the class and check out the new spells for the third mission.

Ron is very envious of such a thing. No exam is required, which is a dream.

Maybe! Harry replied nonchalantly, he'd rather take the exam, knowing how bad today's assignment would be.

But at that moment, Professor McGonagall walked towards him along the Gryffindor table, Potter, all the team members will gather in the reception room outside the hall after breakfast, she said.

But the mission doesn't start at night! Harry said quickly, and then he accidentally knocked the scrambled egg away.

He worried that he had got the time wrong.

I know, Potter, she went on, you should know that the contestants' families will be invited to watch the final. It's just an opportunity for you to say hello to them. She left.

Harry watched her back, his mouth hanging open. She doesn't expect the Dursleys to attend, does she? He asked Fan Lin directly.

I don't know. Fan Lin shrugged his shoulders. He remembered Dudley's fat body. If Dudley was better, maybe he wouldn't have to take Fred with him when he went to the Dursleys' house next time. And George.

However, Harry, I have to leave quickly. I'm going to be late for class. See you later. Fan Lin said in a hurry. He has to make up for the class recently, and he still needs to prepare in advance.

Today is an exciting night, it should be said, the most exciting day since I came to Hogwarts.

Harry finished his breakfast.

The hall was empty.

He saw Fleur Delacour stand up from the dining table and walk into the reception room with Cedric.

After a while, Krum shuffled in to join them, and it looked like Krum had fully recovered.

Harry looked at Krum and thought, what would Fan Lin do if he participated in the competition?

But soon Harry came to the answer. Fan Lin is a person who is afraid of trouble. If he participates in the competition, although he won't do anything to Fu Rong, but the other people may not be sure. Maybe this is the gender Fan Lin mentioned. Advantage?

Harry looked at Fleur looming behind the door, the beauty of Fleur was already so numb to Harry, at least, if Hermione was willing to take the time to take care of it,

It won't be any worse.

And autumn...

Harry still stayed where he was. In fact, he really didn't want to go into the reception room.

He had no family—no family who would come to see him accept the challenge of fate. Strictly speaking, Sirius can only be regarded as a relative, a godfather, and Sirius hasn't had time to come yet.

But just when he wanted to get up and go to the library to review the spells, the door of the reception room opened, and Cedric's little head poked out.

Harry, hurry up, everyone is waiting for you! Harry felt very embarrassed, but stood up anyway.

Could the Dursleys be in there?

He thought to himself, crossed the hall, opened the door and walked in.

Cedric and his parents were sitting near the door. Viktor Krum stayed in the opposite corner, talking quickly in Bulgarian to his black-haired parents.

On the other side of the room, Fleur and her mother were talking in French, a little muffled. And Fleur's little sister... It should be said that Gabriel, the little angel of Gryffindor, is also here, holding her mother's hand.

She waved to Harry, and Harry waved to her.

He also saw Mrs. Weasley and Bill standing in front of the fire, smiling at him.

Harry smiled back, and walked towards them.

A surprise for you, said Mrs. Weasley happily. You should have thought we were here to see you, Harry! She bent down and kissed Harry on the cheek.

Are you all right? Bill asked, smiling happily, shaking Harry's hand.

Charlie wanted to come, but he didn't have the time. He said your match against the Horntail was great! Harry sensed that Fleur Delacour was looking at Bill constantly, giving him ogles.

Harry could see that she wouldn't refuse Bill's dog-toothed hair and earrings.

It's very kind of you, Harry whispered to Mrs. Weasley. I was thinking of the Dursleys just now.

Mrs. Weasley sighed.

She would never speak ill of the Dursleys to Harry's face, but her eyes always brightened unnaturally when they were mentioned.

It's good to be back! said Bill, looking all over the hall (Willy, the fat lady's friend was winking at him). I haven't seen this place in five years. Is the mad knight still there? Just the Caton fierce knight?

Oh, of course, Harry replied. He just met him last year. And what about the fat lady? Bill asked again.

She was here when I was studying, said Mrs. Weasley, and she told me to fuck off one night when I didn't get back to the dormitory until four o'clock.

What are you doing out there at four in the morning? Bill asked, looking at her mother curiously.

Mrs. Weasley smiled, her eyes twinkling. Your dad was walking with me, she said. He got caught by Filch. The guy was a caretaker, and your dad still has those scars on him.

Show us around, Harry? Bill suggested. Okay! Harry said, leading them back to the hall. He looked at Harry as they passed Ames Diggory.

It's you! He looked at Harry carefully, I don't think you feel confident, do you? Cedric's score is almost catching up with you, right!

What did you say? Harry said helplessly.

Leave him alone, Cedric whispered to Harry, frowning as he followed his dad, he's been pissed off after reading all the previous Daily Prophet articles about the 'Witchcraft Contest. You know, the people at the Daily Prophet think you've won. Especially that Rita Skeeter, although she's gone missing, I suspect she was caught by the guys she reported on.

Apparently Digory didn't like Rita.

He didn't want to correct her, did he? Ames Diggory spoke again, loud enough for Harry to hear, just as Harry, Mrs. Weasley, and Bill were about to walk out the door. You should show him how good you are again, son, didn't you beat him once before?

It's Little. Skeeter is looking for trouble, Ames! Mrs. Weasley was angry. I thought you would know the truth. You work for the government! Mr. Diggory seemed He wanted to say something, but his wife tugged at his arm, and he just shrugged and turned away.

Harry felt a little annoyed. In Fan Lin's words, it's just a bunch of idiots. Who knows what they want to compare, honor?

It was a terrible title indeed, and Diggory's father was a clown without taste.

Harry left at a faster rate. It has to be said that in recent years, Harry has also learned a lot of ways to deal with things.

All morning Harry showed Mrs. Weasley and Bill around the campus, seeing Beauxbaton's carriage and Durmstrang's boat with great interest.

Next stop... Mrs. Weasley is interested in the Whomping Willow.

The tree was planted just after she left school. She remembered a gamekeeper named Eugene who had preceded Hagrid.

They walked around the greenhouse.

How's Percy? Harry asked.

Not good, Bill said. He's angry, said Mrs. Weasley, her voice low, looking at the ground.

Since Mr. Crouch's accident, the department has let Mr. Crouch's influence go quietly, but Percy is dragged in to explain some instructions about Mr. Crouch sent him. They seem to want to Those instructions may not have come from Mr. Claus. Percy is under a lot of pressure right now. They won't let Percy replace Mr. Crouch as the fifth referee tonight. Cornelius Fudge will replace him.

They returned to the castle for lunch.

Mom, Bill! Ron was surprised to see them here, Why are you here?

Come and see Harry on his last mission! said Mrs. Weasley briskly. I bet there's been a lot of change here. No need to cook. How about the exams?

Well, it's okay, Ron replied, I just couldn't remember the names of all the goblin rebels, so I made up some myself. It's okay? He said, eating a piece of corn pie, Mrs. Weasley's face But it seems very serious.

Ron said again, It's the ones called Portrot and Villiandi. It's not hard. Fred and George and Ginny came too, right next to them.

Harry was in a good mood, he felt as if he was back at the Burrow; he didn't remember having games to worry about in the evening.

It wasn't until Hermione and Fan Lin appeared during lunch that he remembered that Rita Skeeter had been in Hermione's hands for a long time.

Are you going to tell us...? Hermione shook her head, then looked at Mrs. Weasley again.

Hello, Hermione and Fan Lin. Mrs. Weasley said, her tone seemed much stiffer than usual.

Hi, Mrs. Weasley. Fan Lin responded politely, it's a pity that the Dursleys didn't come.

Dudley should be terrified of them.

However, the change in Mrs. Weasley's attitude still caught Fan Lin's attention.

Hello. Hermione smiled at Mrs. Weasley, but Mrs. Weasley remained expressionless.

Harry looked at the two of them and said, You're not going to believe that... er... nonsense in Witch Weekly. Because Hermione isn't my girlfriend.

Oh! Mrs. Weasley said quickly, No, of course I don't believe it!

Of course, that guy can only make things up. Fan Lin and Hermione have always been fine.