[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

Sirius finished telling the story about little Barty being imprisoned and pretending to die, and then there was a long silence. Everyone may have their own thoughts in their hearts. Winter knew that Barty was not dead, but Winter didn't know what the others were thinking.

"Moody said Crouch was obsessed with catching dark wizards," Harry told Sirius.

"Yeah, I heard it became a hobby of his." Sirius nodded and said, "My opinion is that he still thinks that as long as he catches one more Death Eater, he can regain public support. "

Sirius stared at the rock wall in trance. He was so handsome, with a kind of decadent and broken handsomeness, and Winter looked at him in trance.

"You said your brother is Crouch's personal assistant? Can you ask him if he has seen Crouch recently?"

"You can try," Ron said hesitantly.

"You can ask by the way whether they have found out the whereabouts of Bertha Jorkins." Sirius said, pointing to the second copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Bagman told me not yet," Harry said.

"Yeah, he was quoted in the article," Sirius said, nodding towards the paper. "I know her, she's not forgetful at all, quite the opposite. I can imagine she must be a nuisance at the Ministry of Magic. The burden... Maybe it's because of this that Bagman has not set out to find her..." Sirius sighed longly and rubbed his dark-rimmed eyes with his hands. "What time is it?"

"Thirty-thirty," Hermione said.

"You'd better go back to school," Sirius said, standing up. "Now listen to me..." He looked at Harry very seriously, "I don't want you to sneak out of school to see me, understand? Just send me a message here. I still want to know if there is anything unusual. But you must never leave Hogwarts without permission. If someone wants to do something to you, that's the perfect opportunity."

"No one has tried to attack me so far, except for a fire dragon and a few Grindylows," Harry said, but Sirius glared at him disapprovingly.

"It doesn't matter to me... Just wait until this competition is over. Don't forget, if you guys talk about me, just call me 'Cold', okay? I'll walk to the edge of the village with you," Sirius said , "Let's see if we can steal one or two more newspapers." He transformed into the big black dog again, and then everyone left the cave together. They walked down the hill with him, and he let each of them pat him on the head before turning and running away along the outskirts of the village.

They returned to campus, walked up the stone steps, entered the foyer, and were greeted by the enticing aroma of dinner wafting from the auditorium.

"Poor Cold," said Ron, breathing deeply, "He must love you very much, Harry... just imagine living on rats."

Winter decided to sneak out to see him more often in the future.

After breakfast on Sunday, the four people came to the Owlery. They wanted to send a letter to Percy as Sirius suggested, asking him if he had seen Mr. Crouch recently. They watched it fade away through the window of the shed, then went down the stairs to the kitchen and gave Dobby their new socks.

The house elves welcomed them cheerfully, bowing and curtsying, and busily preparing refreshments for them.

"This is my Christmas gift to you. I'm so sorry that I forgot to give it to you." Winter gave Dobby the small clothes she had bought for Christmas. Dobby was ecstatic to see the gift. "Harry Potter and his friends have been so kind to Dobby!" he squeaked, wiping a large tear from his big eye.

That night, Ron and Hermione kept arguing while doing homework in the common room, and Winter disappeared. Harry was so fed up that he came alone with food for Sirius. Go to the Owlery.

Where is Winter? She went through the secret passage of the Whomping Willow to Hogsmeade to see Sirius.

"Ahem." A little fox stood at the entrance of the cave where Sirius lived.

"Why are you here? Come in quickly." Sirius said.

Winter changed back to his human form and said, "I'm afraid you'll starve to death, so I came to see you."

"If you care, just tell me. Sit down and chat with me." Sirius pulled Winter to sit next to him, "How are you... lately?"

"It's great. I'm so happy every day."

"Are you so happy without me?" Sirius asked.

"It's not like I can't live without you!" Winter said, looking at Sirius's haggard and thin body, her eyes were sore and she hugged him, "How did you get yourself to be like this again..."

Sirius comforted Winter, "Aren't I okay? Fortunately, I have you. Without you, I would be even worse. Okay, okay, don't cry... By the way, I heard that you and Remus broke up?"

"Huh?" Winter broke away from his embrace, "Where did you hear that?"

"We live together, he told me," Sirius smiled, "Then I can pursue you openly, right? You and he have broken up."

"Sirius," Winter was very surprised, and the smile on Sirius' face became more obvious, "Don't pretend you don't know that I like you. You are my fiancée, and we haven't broken off the engagement yet."

"you…"

"Did you really not like me when you were in school? Or is it just because Remus confessed his love to you first?" Only Sirius could ask such a question in such a place.

"..." Winter's silence gave Sirius the answer.

"I knew, damn, I shouldn't have gone to James' house that Christmas." Sirius stood up and took the food Harry brought him.

"I'm going back! I'll see you tomorrow."

"Give me a hug before we go." Sirius pulled Winter into his arms, "I hope I can continue to live with you during the holidays."

When having breakfast the next day, Ron and Hermione's mood finally changed from cloudy to sunny. The owls carrying letters flew over. Hermione raised her head eagerly, as if she was expecting something.

"Percy hasn't had time to reply yet," said Ron, "We just sent Hedwig to deliver his letter yesterday."

"No, it's not that," Hermione said. "I ordered a copy of the Daily Prophet. I'm sick of hearing everything from Slytherins now."

A gray owl flew towards Hermione, followed by several owls, and threw four or five letters in front of Hermione. Just as Hermione was about to open it, Winter held her hand down.

"Don't open it! They're all from Rita Skeeter's readers. I'm afraid there's danger inside!"

Hermione opened one, which was full of vicious words. Hermione took Winter's advice and threw the letter aside.

They went to the Care of Magical Creatures class, where Hagrid introduced sniffing. It was really the most fun Care of Magical Creatures class they had ever had. Xiu Xiu burrowed in and out of the ground, and each one hurried to the classmate who let them go, spitting gold coins into their hands. Ron's harvest was particularly large, and his lap was soon filled with gold coins.

"Okay, let's see how you're doing!" Hagrid said. "Count your gold coins! It's no use trying to steal them, Goyle," he said, narrowing his bright black eyes. "These are the Leprechaun's gold coins. They will disappear in a few hours."

Gore took out the gold coins from his pocket and looked sad. The final result was that Ron's Niffler won the championship in one fell swoop, and Hagrid gave him a large piece of Honeydukes chocolate as a reward. The lunch bell rang from across the field, and the other students started to return to the castle. Winter and the others stayed behind to help Hagrid put the Sniffs back into the cardboard box.

On the way back, only Harry and Winter were in a higher mood. Ron also frowned and stared at the chocolate Hagrid gave him. He seemed upset about something.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, "It tastes wrong?"

"No," Ron said impatiently, "Why didn't you tell me about the gold coins?"

"What gold?" Harry asked.

"The gold coins I gave you at the World Cup," Ron said, "those leprechaun gold coins, why didn't you tell me?" Harry thought for a while before he understood what Ron was talking about. He said, "I don't You know... I didn't even notice they were gone. I was just thinking about my wand, wasn't I?" They walked up the steps to the foyer and into the Great Hall for lunch.

"It must feel wonderful," Ron suddenly said as they sat down. "Too much money to count, and not even notice that a pocket of gold coins is missing."

"Listen, I was thinking about other things that night!" Harry said impatiently. "We were all very confused at the time, remember?"

"I didn't know the leprechaun gold would disappear," Ron muttered. "I thought I'd paid it back. You shouldn't have given me that Chadley Cannon hat for Christmas."

"Just forget about it, okay?" said Harry.

Ron poked a baked potato with the tip of his fork, stared at it sadly, and said, "I hate being poor."

"That's not easy, just marry Harry and be his wife." Winter said while chewing roast beef and staring at those innocent eyes.

"?" Ron and Harry were stunned for a moment, and then several people laughed at the same time.

Over the next week, Hermione continued to receive malicious letters, and although she no longer opened them, there were snarling letters from people with ill intentions toward her that exploded across the Gryffindor table, She screamed insults to her so that the whole auditorium could hear. Even those who don’t read Wizarding Weekly are aware of the so-called love triangle between Harry, Krum, and Hermione.

"Winter, have you read Wizarding Weekly?" Cedric asked Winter on a date.

"Are you talking about the one about the two of us being a match made in heaven?"

Cedric nodded, "Actually, she's not wrong, right... I mean, I do like you very much."

"Me too...ahem..." Winter looked at Cedric, "It's nothing..."

"Hehe, okay." Cedric obviously heard it, and he boldly took Winter's hand, "I hope I can win the championship, so that you can be the girlfriend of the champion."

During their next Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Hermione stayed to ask Professor Moody a few questions. The rest of the class couldn't wait to leave.

"It looks like Rita definitely didn't use the invisibility cloak!" Hermione caught up with them in the foyer five minutes later. "Moody said that he didn't see it at the judges' table or anywhere by the lake during the second project. Rita!”

"Hermione, I told you not to think about this, why don't you listen?" Ron said.

"I won't listen!" Hermione said stubbornly, "I want to know how she could hear my conversation with Viktor! And how could she find out about Hagrid's mother! She uses magic to eavesdrop on other people's conversations. Yes, that must be the case... I wish I could figure out what the magic is... Oh, if it's illegal, she won't be able to escape..."

"Maybe she...will transform?" Winter reminded Hermione carefully, but Hermione didn't seem to understand this.