[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

"Winter, do you really know what's going on?" Ron looked at Winter with suspicion, "Of course I don't know, can you still pretend? You must not make Malfoy proud." Winter said happily. Sitting next to Harry, "But I think there will be a ball this year because we all bought dresses." Hermione nodded in agreement.

"Oh, who would wear this damn dress of mine?" Ron pinched the dress with two fingers in disgust.

"Hermione and I will help you change it. Bring it here." Winter took the dress and said, "It's falling apart." After removing the lace trim on the dress, Hermione repaired it again and it looked much more normal.

"Actually, I think it's pretty good-looking, with a royal style." Winter praised Ron against his will.

"Really...?" Ron took the dress in his hand and felt a little happier.

"As long as it doesn't delay Quidditch," Harry said.

Winter looked helplessly at his wooden-headed godson: "Why are you thinking so much about Quidditch? You are already in the fourth grade, and you should start thinking about things about love in your mind!"

"Love...love?" Harry blushed. "I never thought..."

"Excuse me, we have to capture Winter." George got into the car and kidnapped Winter.

"Did you forget about us?" Fred pinched Winter's nose. "It's not a good thing. Ron was so sad about that dress. I have to comfort him. That dress..." Winter looked around, fearing that Ron would hear, "It's really ugly..."

Fred and George and Lee Jordan burst into laughter.

"I'm going to take a nap, I'm so sleepy." Winter took Fred's cloak and covered herself, "Li, can you please sit on the other side?" "Okay." Li Jordan sat down Arrived at the row of twins.

"Great." Winter occupied three seats by himself and fell asleep comfortably.

………………

"She won't wake up suddenly, right?"

"No, no, she's a heavy sleeper."

"What are you two doing?!" Winter really woke up suddenly.

"Nothing!"

Winter looked at the two of them suspiciously, but she never noticed what they had done. It wasn't until she went to the toilet that she discovered that her face had been painted like a little cat by the twins.

"Fred! George! Why can't you rub this off?" Winter pointed at his tabby cat face angrily.

"Hey, he will disappear on his own in two hours!" Gemini said.

"Two hours?! We're not even two hours away from Hogwarts, okay?!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I've actually been painting for a while." Li Qiaodan comforted Winter.

"I thank you three..."

The train arrived at the station, and thunder rumbled in the air. They got off the train, and the students all tacitly lowered their heads and squinted their eyes in the pouring rain. Winter and Harry got into a carriage and went through all kinds of hardships before reaching the entrance hall.

"Oh my God," Ron said, shaking his head vigorously and spraying water droplets everywhere, "If this continues, the lake will flood and I will become a drowned rat. Oops! "Ron almost slipped.

After sitting on her seat, "Why don't you see the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Hermione said, and she also looked at the teachers over there.

"Maybe they can't find anyone!" Hermione said, looking a little anxious. Winter didn't say anything. She was starving.

"Oh, hurry up," Ron next to Harry sighed, "I could eat a Hippogriff." Winter nodded in agreement.

The sorting ceremony began, "Dennis Creevey!" Professor McGonagall shouted. The little Dennis Creevey stumbled forward, always getting caught in Hagrid's moleskin coat.

"Oh, he's so cute!" Winter wanted to pull him over and pinch his face.

"Gryffindor!" said the hat loudly.

Dennis Creevey, whose face beamed with joy, took off his hat, laid it back on the stool, and hurried over to sit down with his brother. "Colin, I fell into the lake!" he squeaked, sitting down on an empty seat. "It was wonderful! Something in the water grabbed me and pushed me back into the boat!"

"How cool!" Colin was as excited as his brother. "Probably a giant squid, Dennis!"

"Do you like children very much?" Ron asked curiously. Winter looked at Ron: "No, the child is very noisy, but he is very cute."

"...Aren't they arguing?" Ron looked at the Creevey brothers suspiciously.

The sorting ceremony ended and Professor Dumbledore stood up. He looked at all his classmates with a smile and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture. "I only have two words to say to you," he said, his rich voice echoing in the auditorium, "Eat!"

Winter's eyes shone with hunger, and he stuffed a few mouthfuls of food into his mouth, "I'm alive."

Nick was telling Harry about Peeves being angry in the kitchen, "There are house elves here too?" Hermione stared at Nick in horror and asked, "Hogwarts?"

"Does that need to be said?" Nearly Headless Nick said, a little surprised by her reaction. "I believe there are not as many house elves in any house in the UK as there are here. There are more than a hundred."

"I haven't seen one!" said Hermione. "Do they get paid? Do they get holidays? Do they get sick days, do they get allowances, do they get anything like that?"

Nick chuckled. He laughed so hard that his head fell off. (He actually laughed his head off.) "Sick leave and allowance?" he said, putting his head back on his neck and holding it in place with a ruff. "Homeboy." Elves don’t need sick days and allowances!”

Hermione looked down at the barely touched food on her plate, then placed her knife and fork on the plate and pushed it away, "Slave labor," Hermione said, breathing very heavily, "This meal That’s what it’s about. Slave labor.”

"Hermione, you'd better eat some. If they know that you haven't eaten a bite of the food they made, I think the elves will be very sad. You can help them protect their rights in other ways, but at least you have to ensure that you are not Starved to death." Winter stuffed a mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

"...Okay." Hermione started to eat again, but she obviously lost her appetite. After a few bites of the staple food, she was unwilling to move again, let alone the remaining desserts.

"Treacle pie, Hermione!" Ron said, deliberately putting the delicious pie in front of Hermione. "Plum pudding, look! And chocolate cake!"

Hermione glared at him, and her gaze suddenly reminded him of Professor McGonagall. Ron immediately restrained himself. Fred and George laughed and patted their thighs next to them. "Don't laugh at your brothers." Winter also He glared at them both, but obviously not as intimidating as Hermione.

"Winter, you are not half as powerful as Hermione just now." George said with a smile.

"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we are all fed and drunk, ('Bah!' said Hermione.) I must ask everyone's attention again, and I have a few announcements to make."

"As before, I would like to remind everyone that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest, and students below the third grade of Hogsmeade are not allowed to visit. I also regret to tell you that the Academy Cup will not be held this year. It's Quidditch."

“This is because a large event is starting in October and continuing throughout the school year, taking up a lot of teachers’ time and energy, but I’m sure you’ll all have a lot of fun doing it. I’m very excited to announce that, This year at Hogwarts…”

At this moment, there was a deafening thunder, and the door of the auditorium slammed open. A man stood at the door, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak. Everyone in the Great Hall turned to look at the stranger, and suddenly a fork-shaped lightning flashed across the ceiling, and Hermione gasped.

Winter was also shocked. She had never thought that Moody looked like this.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Moody."

Hermione lowered her voice and asked, "What's going on with his face?" "I guess he must be a very powerful Auror." Winter whispered, she was so shocked by Moody's appearance that she couldn't help it for a moment. Forgot that this was Barty Jr. pretending to be.

Moody looked at the pocket watch hanging around his neck, reached into his traveling cloak, took out a curved wine bottle, and took a long drink. As he raised his arms to drink, his cloak that was trailing on the floor was pulled up a few inches, revealing a prosthetic leg under the table, with a claw-shaped foot underneath.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

“As I just said,” he said with a smile, looking at the many students in front of him, “in the next few months, we will be very honored to host a very exciting event, which has not been seen in more than a century. Held. I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

Winter subconsciously glanced back at Cedric, only to find that he was also staring at her. Winter had to smile at him, and Cedric smiled back.

"In October, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will come with their carefully selected contenders, and the selection ceremony will be held on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete. In the Triwizard Cup, you can win honor for your school, and you can also receive a thousand galleons in prize money personally.”

"I want to participate!" Fred said in a low voice, his face shining with excitement at the thought of the possibility of obtaining such honor and wealth.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to register, so , if you are under seventeen years old, I beg you not to waste time. It is already late, go to bed! Hurry! "

Fred and George suddenly became angry. "They can't do this! We'll be seventeen next April, why not let us give it a try?" said George.

"They can't stop me from participating," Fred said stubbornly.

"You two, do you two want to stand here forever?" Winter dragged the two of them out of the auditorium one by one. Along the way, Fred and George kept arguing about what measures Dumbledore would take to prevent students under the age of seventeen from participating in the tournament.

"Fred said, "I think a drop or two of age-enhancing agent will do the trick, George..."

"I think it's okay, you two can give it a try." Winter actually wanted to see them look like bearded men.

"But so many people died!" Hermione said in a worried tone.

"It doesn't matter. Their protection measures should be very good this year, and maybe it will be less difficult." Winter said, and everyone agreed with this view.

"What do you think?" Ron asked Harry, "It would be great if you could participate, wouldn't it? I don't know if we have learned enough."

"I definitely haven't learned enough." Neville said gloomily, "But my grandma will definitely want me to participate."

"You have to have confidence in yourself, Neville. Don't always lose sight of your own advantages. You are so talented in herbal medicine." Winter patted him on the shoulder.

"...Thank you...Winter, oops!" Neville's foot got stuck in a step in the middle of the stairs.