I, Hogwarts Second Week

At noon that day, the Gryffindor benches in the Great Hall were quiet, and no one dared to make a sound.

Because Miss Granger had lost her temper several times in the lounge.

When Owen walked into the auditorium with Hannah, Justin, Ernie, and Susan, Miss Granger was staring at a letter with a cold face.

"Hey! Morning!" Owen and a group of friends sat on the Gryffindor bench.

Ever since people from other schools came to the school, everyone gradually became more distinct.

Young wizards from Hogwarts usually occupy two long tables, while the other three houses occupy the other two.

"It's already noon." Ron said with dark circles under his eyes.

He was forced by Owen to send many letters home last night, asking about a Weasley family member named Shani.

Of course Ron had never heard of the name, so he had to ask his family.

"I wrote the report until three o'clock last night! Being able to do this is an extraordinary feat of perseverance!" Owen picked up the pumpkin porridge on the table and took a sip. "Um - Miss Granger, can you clean up the Room of Requirement?" Suddenly, Luna and I had no place to go last night. We could only stay in the greenhouse and write the manuscript."

As he said that, Colin, who was yawning, also came over.

"Morning!" he said.

He was part of the foursome who stayed up last night!

On the side, Hermione, who was racking her brains to give Rita Skeeter some Gryffindor shock, suddenly heard Owen's voice, especially when he said the Room of Requirement, her face suddenly became unnatural.

"What happened to her?" Owen looked at Hermione's depressed face and asked Harry, "Is Dumbledore going to fire her?"

"." Harry's mouth twitched slightly when he heard the sound, and then he handed him a newspaper on the table leisurely, "Didn't you read today's Daily Prophet?"

"Take a look! I've been catching up on sleep all morning." Owen opened the newspaper casually, and after just a few casual glances, he knew why Miss Granger had a dark face.

"A lot of letters came from the owl at noon!" Harry looked at Hermione sympathetically. "They were all her fans. Rita Skeeter slandered Hermione in the newspapers, so those people sent a lot of vicious letters."

"There are even howling letters -" Harry said with lingering fear, "You have no idea how bad the Gryffindor common room was this morning."

"It's nothing." Miss Granger said coldly, holding a letter between her fingers, shaking her hand slightly, and the letter suddenly spontaneously ignited.

"They're all idiots!"

"By the way, Rita Skeeter didn't leave Hogwarts after being scared away by my grandpa? How did she interview you?" Owen looked at her and asked.

"How else can I conduct an interview?" Hermione glanced at him, "Suddenly he blocked me at the top of the stairs and asked some strange questions."

"Then you started talking nonsense?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "Good guy, there are more than a dozen rumored boyfriends, Miss Granger, you are a real time management master, no wonder you are so busy!" He held up the newspaper and used Said in a strange accent.

There was also a photo in the newspaper, which was the moment Harry and Ron pulled Hermione away, and the picture was frozen there.

"I didn't!" Miss Granger suddenly raised her voice, "What I'm saying is that I have many friends in school, and everyone supports me to become a Hogwarts warrior!

How did I know she would write that! "

"Oh! Don't be so excited!" Owen put down the newspaper, "I still don't know if you have a rumored boyfriend. Answering reporters' questions also requires skills."

Picking up the silver cup on the long table and shaking the juice like red wine, Ben said in shock: "If you have nothing to say, then just say you have nothing to say. But it's best if you have something to say, because Silent, she made up more vigorously.

Then say what you want to say, don't care what he asks, don't care about the questions, just express your opinion.

If she brings it up again, say "I don't think that's the problem" or "I think the real problem is..." and then add your opinion. "

"Such skills are enough for you to deal with most unscrupulous reporters." Owen drank the juice in one gulp.

On the other side, Miss Granger was carefully writing down the contingency measures he mentioned.

"Besides, Rita Skeeter isn't making everything up!" Owen pointed to a paragraph in the newspaper, "Some of it is quite true."

The little wizard next to him looked in the direction of his finger and saw only a small section of the densely packed text.

——Miss Hermione Granger finally found his first love at Hogwarts, her close friend Lavender Brown said, Hermione and the famous Harry Potter were inseparable.

Miss Granger has an astonishing beauty, and all her rumored boyfriends are from noble pure-blood families or are extremely famous.

According to an in-depth investigation by our reporter, Miss Granger also had an unexplained affair with a Hufflepuff boy who had been featured in this newspaper.

That boy had a shocking origin.

Then Rita Skeeter was afraid to write any more.

The following content is nothing more than teasing Hermione's void boyfriends and throwing dirty water on her head.

In short, the entire article secretly satirizes Hermione from beginning to end as a philandering, snobbish, and scheming woman who is good at taking advantage of her beauty.

No wonder Miss Granger was so angry that she was half-dead. Good guy, this is no longer a smear, this is simply kicking poor Miss Granger into the inkwell.

"Look what the hell she wrote!" Harry said angrily.

At this time, Mr. Pott had the figure of the unnamed Miss Qiu Zhang from Ravenclaw in his head. He was really afraid that Qiu would believe the lies in the newspaper and hate him from then on.

So extremely angry at Rita Skeeter's smear campaign against him.

But, as the Boy Who Lived, he was so famous that it was impossible for Rita Skeeter not to write about him.

"Look here!" Owen placed his finger on a few words, - Miss Granger has an astonishing beauty.

"Look, at least Rita Skeeter is not politically correct and is not blind. This sentence in the entire report is one of the few truths."

Miss Granger's cheeks instantly turned red.

". I suggest you two get married right where you are!" Gemini said with a ruthless expression.

"Flirting every day, flirting every day! Really, what's wrong with the little wizards nowadays?" George said with an old-fashioned look on his face, "What do you think we were doing in fourth grade?"

"Fighting with the Slytherins?" Ron interjected.

"That's called: fighting for the honor of Gryffindor!" the twins shouted in unison.

Then he looked at Harry and Ron with disgust.

These two idiots!

What a good girl, following you around every day, you can't even seize the opportunity.

Forget it if you can't seize the opportunity, how can you let that Hufflepuff poach a corner!

"Okay, forget about those gossips. We have more important things." Miss Granger blushed, holding back and coughing lightly.

She lowered her head and stood up immediately, "Well - I will continue to go to the library to look for the witch named Shani. She is a witch from Hogwarts, so there will definitely be clues."

With that said, she left the auditorium as if running away without looking back.

As for her two useless men, Harry was still peeking at someone in Ravenclaw.

And Ron, the owl flew over outside the window.

Those were letters from his parents about the Weasley family's past.

The two of them had never seemed to realize until now that Miss Granger, who they spent time with day and night, was a girl!

In their eyes, Hermione should be considered their good buddy.

That's how people are - the more things are in front of their eyes, the more unclear they are.

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In the following days, less than a month before the competition, the castle fell into an eerie calm.

Of course this is only on the surface.

In fact - Professor Sprout has talked to Irving several times.

She said: "If he is giving special training to that Gryffindor witch without giving Cedric any advice, he will be expelled from Hufflepuff House."

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Well - maybe because of Rita Skeeter's reports, Miss Granger recently asked him to learn English - the number of magic lessons has skyrocketed, and now he appears in Gryffindor Tower more than Hufflepuff dungeons.

No wonder Professor Sprout was so angry.

It’s the second Saturday in November, less than sixteen days before the official start of the competition.

In the Hufflepuff common room, the little wizards were all gathered together.

They were all giving Cedric advice, because judging from their apparent combat effectiveness, they seemed to be the weakest.

It's entirely possible that Cedric will be eliminated first.

If that were the case, then their Hufflepuffs would be in great disgrace.

The messy sounds were noisy for a long time.

Gradually, the little wizard's argument gradually became lowered, because they said they were giving Cedric advice together, but in fact they had no plans.

I don’t even know what the first game is about, how can I make plans?

"Owen~" Ernie shouted anxiously.

The common room is filled with a variety of flowers and colorful plants.

Different varieties of cacti are placed on wooden circular shelves and lined up in a curved line along the wall. They are still dancing just because a little wizard passes by below.

From the ceiling, curving ferns and vines hang in copper-bottomed planters. At this time, Owen was lying on the sofa with his head raised, feeling the massage from the top of his head.

These ferns, when the wizard stands under them, they will help you comb your hair. Owen transformed it last semester, and now he can not only comb your hair but also press your feet.

Of course, if you don’t mind getting athlete’s foot on your head, they can also press your head.

Owen doesn't mind.

Opening his eyes, he found that a lot of little wizards, including Hannah, were staring at him.

"Stop looking." Owen changed his position comfortably.

"There's nothing I can do to improve your spell level in a short period of time - besides."

He continued: "For now, even if you increase the power of the magic spell several times, you still won't be able to pass the test."

"I-" Cedric reacted quickly, because he suddenly realized that another meaning of Owen's words was that he might know what the first game was about.

Otherwise, why would he say that he could not break through even if the power of the spell became stronger?

"Do you know what we have to deal with in the first level?" he asked quickly.

"To be precise, I know part of it." Owen continued to enjoy the exquisite massage technique.

This has been cultivated by him from generation to generation.

"If you think about magic spells now, you are going in the wrong direction." He said in a persuasive way, "Everyone has his or her own fighting style. To win, you don't have to defeat the enemy."

"The way that suits you." Cedric murmured, but his forehead could not open up. Who doesn't know how to talk?

What kind of battle he is suitable for requires a long time of exploration, but there are only a dozen days left in the competition.

Just when he was distressed, Owen opened his eyes, "I heard that Professor Sprout has obtained a new batch of magical plants.

It's really interesting to talk about some wonderful things. Some of their attack power is quite amazing. If they can be matched with each other in battle, they should be able to become a wizard with considerable combat power. "

"Magical plant?"

"A fighting style suitable for Hufflepuff babies, including various combinations of magical plants and magical animals. Believe me, as long as you use your brain more, you can pass the level easily." Owen started to do it at this time, he waved his hand, and then The vines entangled above his head faded away spontaneously, and then he said calmly with eyes full of light, "The content of the first level of the competition requires the wizard to seize the treasure it protects from the powerful guard."

"So the treasure is what matters, and it would be foolish to defeat the keeper because it is very strong."

"Seize the treasure?" Cedric's eyes lit up. Owen's words were more than any encouragement to him. These days, after Dumbledore's constant crisis-promoting.

He thought that the game was about fighting a fire dragon, but now that he knew that the first level was just about grabbing things, he had enough confidence to pass this level.

He is the best little wizard in Hufflepuff besides Owen, and he cannot lose the face of the little wizard of Hogwarts.

Watching Cedric become motivated again.

Owen finally completed the task assigned to him by Professor Sprout.

——This silly boy.

He shook his head.

I don’t know – is cheating a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament?

A warrior is not allowed to accept help from others, it is all to deceive an honest boy like Cedric.

In that game, the warriors from each school didn't get the full help of their own school?

Professor Sprout had already prepared a set of secrets for him to pass the level, waiting for him to get it!

It turns out that Cedric, this silly boy, really took to heart what Dumbledore said about warriors not being able to get help from others, and he didn't go to Professor Sprout now.

Do you want the dean to come to you personally?

oh! My child, I have prepared a set of cheats for you to pass the level, take it now!

Listen - could this come out of Professor Sprout's mouth?

Of course you go to the professor, and then the professor looks at you with a stern expression, and inadvertently drops the secret book she carefully prepared on the ground while pushing and pulling. Then by chance, the professor didn't notice it, but you happened to see it and pick it up.

But it is absolutely false to say that Owen has not provided any help to Cedric at all. Which magical plant in the greenhouse has he not taken care of?

He was involved in most of the cultivation of new varieties.

He is the man standing behind Cedric!

The next day, when Owen met Miss Granger, he told her the same news about the competition.

This is obviously not a secret anymore.

I guess the other principals have already told their warriors.

Because of Professor McGonagall's stubborn character, she would not help Hermione in violation of the rules!

She couldn't even hint.

The little witch may be the last among the warriors to learn about the content of the game.

Of course, she didn't know it. She didn't even finish her breakfast before she hurriedly ran to find Fleur to share information.

Beauxbatons' huge carriage is located on the school grounds.

Very conspicuous.

When she knocked on the door, she felt a sense of enlightenment as soon as she entered.

The space in front of you is much wider than it seems from the outside, and all objects are magnified in an instant.

This place didn't look like the inside of the carriage at all, but gave Hermione the illusion of returning to Beauxbatons School Manor.

The carriage was quiet, and Miss Granger saw no one else.

She followed the golden escalator to the second floor and stopped in front of the door of the second room on the inside.

This is her fourth time here.

Fleur had previously invited her to spend the night in the carriage.

Weird girl friendships.

——This is Fleur's room, she knocked on the door.

"Come in!" It took a while for the voice to ring out in the house, with Fleur's hoarse voice.

It sounded a little weak, as if he was sick.

Hermione was a little anxious and immediately opened the door and entered.

In front of him is a room decorated mainly in pink, with women's products placed everywhere.

The European-style lattice windows were covered by pleated white screens, and sunlight filtered in through the gaps, bringing a touch of brightness to the dark room.

The air is filled with a refreshing fragrance, which is the unique smell of hibiscus.

The most eye-catching thing in the room is the soft and gorgeous bed in the middle.

Fleur was lying on the bed, the quilt had been kicked aside, and she was lying on it wearing a pink nightgown.

The low-cut round neck is decorated with white lace, which fully reveals her graceful and slender figure.

The snow-white skin is sexy and attractive, and the lines of a certain underwear of the same style can be vaguely seen inside. It comes from the mountains of France, either towering into the clouds or deep ravines.

Or the exposed lotus flowers by the river, with their faint fragrance floating around.

The sunlight from the window came in and shone on the lotus, and suddenly the room was filled with spring light - rippling.

"ah!"

Miss Granger's cheeks turned red almost instantly.

She subconsciously covered her eyes.

But I thought about it for a moment.

It seemed that he had realized something.

Then he turned around and quickly closed the door behind him, fearing that someone would break in at this time, or that a passing wizard outside would see something.

"Hmm - Gabrielle?" Fleur said lazily on the bed, "Just put breakfast on the table, I want to sleep for a while!"

She turned over lazily.

He turned around and fell asleep again.