[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

Easter is coming soon, and they have more and more homework. Winter has to deal with these homeworks that she has dealt with before. She is really miserable. The only thing that can give her some comfort is that she does not have to write potions homework.

Winter wanted to go see Sirius if he had nothing to do to prevent him from doing something worrying again.

It wasn't until the end of Easter that Percy's reply came in a packet of Easter eggs from Mrs. Weasley. The eggs that Harry and Ron got were as big as dragon eggs and filled with homemade toffee. Winter's was one size smaller than them, but Hermione's was smaller than a chicken egg. She stretched it as soon as she saw it. Face.

"Your mother doesn't happen to read Wizarding Weekly, does she, Ron?" she asked softly.

"That's right," said Ron, his mouth full of toffee. "She wants to read the recipe in the newspaper." Hermione looked sadly at her little easter egg.

"Let's see what Percy wrote!" Winter said quickly.

Percy's letter was short and impatient.

"As I have repeatedly told the Daily Prophet, Mr. Crouch has worked too hard and is taking a break. He regularly sends out owls to issue instructions.

No, I have not met him in person, but I think you should believe that I will never mistake my boss's handwriting. I have my hands full at the moment, but I still have to quell these silly rumors. Please don't bother me again unless it's important.

Have a happy Easter. "

In the last week of May, Harry went to see the Warriors' last game.

Harry crawled into the common room through the portrait hole and saw Ron, Hermione, and Winter sitting in the corner. He immediately remembered what happened when Mr. Crouch suddenly appeared and Krum was knocked unconscious. told them.

At daybreak, the four of them slipped out of the dormitory early in the morning and hurried to the Owlery to send a message to Sirius. Now they stood looking out over the foggy grounds, their eyelids puffy and their faces pale, for they had stayed up late the night discussing Mr. Crouch's business.

"Tell it again, Harry," said Winter. "What did Mr. Crouch say?"

"He was talking very incoherently," said Harry, "about giving Dumbledore a heads-up. He must have mentioned Bertha Jorkins, whom he seemed to think was dead, and who kept saying that she was all his. Wrong...he also mentioned his son and Voldemort."

"The moment he mentioned Voldemort was when he was most lucid," Harry said. "He couldn't speak coherently, but at that time he seemed to know where he was and what he wanted to do. He kept talking about what he wanted to do. Meet Dumbledore."

"We need to see Professor Moody," said Hermione, "to see if he has found Mr. Crouch."

"If he's carrying the Marauder's Map, it shouldn't be difficult to find him," said Harry.

"Unless Crouch has left the site," Ron said, "because the map only draws the boundaries of the campus, right..."

"Shh, there's a sound." Winter said suddenly.

The door to the owl loft slammed open. Fred and George stepped across the threshold and froze when they saw the four people opposite.

"What are you doing here?" Ron and Fred asked at the same time.

"Send the letter." Harry and George replied in unison.

"What, at this time?" Hermione and Fred said together.

Winter was having a hard time holding back her laughter.

Fred grinned. "Well if we don't ask you what you are doing, don't ask us either."

"Okay, I won't block your way." Fred bowed pretendingly and pointed at the door.

Ron didn't move. "Who are you trying to blackmail?" The smile on Fred's face disappeared. Harry saw George glance at Fred and then smile at Ron. "Don't be silly, I was joking." He said carelessly.

"That doesn't sound like it," Ron said.

Fred and George looked at each other, and Fred suddenly said: "I told you, Ron, if you like the shape of your nose now, just mind your own business. I don't understand why you are like this, but... "

"If you're blackmailing someone, that's no big deal," Ron said. "George's right, you're going to get into big trouble."

"I was joking when I told you," George said. He walked over to Fred, pulled the letter out of his hand, and tied it to the leg of the nearest owl. "You sound a bit like our dear brother, Ron. If you keep this up, you will become a prefect."

"Let's go first." Fred and George left. After finishing the History of Magic, they hurried through the corridor and ran towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Professor Moody happened to come out of the classroom. He looked as tired as they did. The lid of his normal eye drooped, making his face look more crooked than usual.

"Professor Moody?" Harry called from the crowded corridor. "Hello, Potter," Moody said angrily.

He took a step back, letting them into the empty classroom, then dragged himself in and closed the door.

"Have you found Mr. Crouch?" Harry asked straight to the point.

"No." Moody walked to the podium and sat down, straightened his wooden legs, smacked lightly, and took out the curved wine bottle from his trouser pocket.

"Did you use a map?" Harry asked.

"Of course I did," Moody took a swig from the bottle. "I also followed your example and recited a flying spell to summon the map from my office to the forest, but I couldn't find him anywhere. "

"Then he really disapparated?" Ron said. "You can't Disapparate on school grounds, Ron!" Hermione said. "There are other ways he could disappear, right, Professor?"

You can also consider becoming an Auror, Granger. Well, Dumbledore said that the four of you want to be detectives, but you can't help with Crouch. Dumbledore has notified the Ministry of Magic, who is sending people to look for him. Potter, just concentrate on preparing for the third project. "

"You should be familiar with it this time," Moody looked up at Harry, "I heard from Dumbledore that you have seen this kind of stuff many times. When you were in first grade, you broke through a series of traps protecting the Philosopher's Stone. Agency, isn’t it?”

"We also helped," Ron said hurriedly, "Hermione and I. Winter wasn't here yet."

Moody smiled. "Well, help him prepare for this one again. I'll be very surprised if he doesn't win." Moody said. "In the meantime, stay alert, Potter. Stay alert." He took another long drink, bringing magic. eyes turned to the window.

"You three," Moody said, looking at Ron and Hermione with his normal eye, "just follow Potter closely, okay? I'm also paying close attention to the development of the situation, but... an extra pair of eyes is always good OK."

"Professor Moody, I have something to ask you." Winter dismissed them and stayed alone in the room with Moody.

"Professor Moody, do you know Mr. Crouch's son?" Winter asked straight to the point.

"Oh... I know him. I caught him, that boy..."

"You know, Professor Moody, my aunt used to like him very much." Winter saw Moody stunned and continued, "She said she liked that boy very much. He was smart, gentle, very mature, and He takes good care of my aunt. He promised my aunt that he would work at the Ministry of Magic, and he also promised her that he would not become a dark wizard."

"Really," Moody tried his best to hide the trembling in his voice, "Then she got the wrong person. That guy is a big bad guy, and he's dead a long time ago."

"No, I believe in my aunt. He must have many shining points to make my aunt like him. Professor, I'm leaving first." Winter sat up and prepared to leave.

"Do you know why he became a Death Eater?" Moody said loudly. "Because, your aunt, well, I'll call her Winter, she disappeared. Barty Jr.'s relationship with his father had always been tense, but Because of your aunt, he has been trying to maintain this relationship. Even though he has been addicted to black magic, he has never taken that step. After Winter disappeared, little Barty begged his father to find her, but his father said that work I was too busy and refused Barty Jr.'s request over and over again. Naturally, this last connection was broken. Barty Jr. joined the Death Eaters without hesitation. Of course, this is what I heard from others."

There was a buzzing sound in Winter's head, and she turned back to look at Moody, "So... it was my aunt... who made him become a Death Eater?"

"No, on the contrary, it was Winter who gave him the chance not to become a Death Eater."

Winter didn't remember how she left Moody's office. She only knew that when she reacted, Harry and the three of them were surrounding her, and she was sitting on the sofa in the lounge.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" Hermione patted Winter's back comfortingly, and Winter realized that she was crying. "It's okay... Professor Moody told me something about my aunt."

"Don't be too sad. Look, Sirius has written back." Harry put Sirius' letter in front of Winter.

After Winter read the letter, he said to Harry: "It's okay, we will stay with you."

Harry needed to concentrate on practicing the Stunning Charm, which he had never used before. It's just that Ron has to make some sacrifices.

"Can we kidnap Mrs. Norris?" Ron suggested at noon on Monday. He was lying on the floor of the Charms classroom, having been knocked unconscious and woken up by Harry five times in a row. "Or Dobby, Harry, I bet he would do anything for you. I'm not complaining," he stood up carefully, rubbing his back, "but it hurts all over me."

"You keep falling on the mat!" Hermione said impatiently, arranging the pile of mats they had used when practicing the Banishing Charm. "You keep falling back!"

"It's impossible to aim that well after being knocked out, Hermione!" said Ron angrily. "Why don't you try it yourself?"

The bell rang and they hurriedly stuffed their mats back into Flitwick's locker and slipped out of the classroom.

"See you at dinner!" said Hermione. She went to Arithmancy and Harry and Ron Winter went to the North Tower for Divination.

"Traolini's classroom must be as hot as a steamer. She never puts out the stove," Ron said as they ascended the stairs that led to the silver staircase and trap door.

Everyone was attending the Divination class listlessly. Just as Winter was deserting, Harry suddenly collapsed beside her.

"Harry! Harry!" Winter shouted anxiously.

Harry lay on the classroom floor with his face in his hands. Ron and Winter knelt beside him, looking horrified.

"Are you okay?" Ron said.

"Of course he's in trouble!" Professor Trelawney looked extremely excited. Her large eyes stared at Harry. "What's going on, Potter? What did you see?"

"Nothing," Harry lied.

"You were holding your scar just now!" Professor Trelawney said, "You were rolling on the ground holding your scar! Come on, Potter, I have experience in these things!"

Harry looked up at her. "I think I need to go to the hospital," he said. "I have a terrible headache."

He stood up and the whole class backed away with uneasy looks on their faces. "See you soon," Harry whispered to Ron and Winter.

The rest of the class passed quickly as Ron and Winter could only think about what Harry had just looked like. "Do you think he's okay..." Ron asked worriedly, "He looked so scary just now."

"It should...it should be fine..." Winter stammered.

"Dumbledore also thinks that man is getting stronger?" Ron asked quietly.

Harry had told Winter, Ron, and Hermione everything he had seen in the Pensieve, and of course Sirius, who had been sent an owl as soon as Harry left Dumbledore's office. .

The four of them stayed late that night in the common room again, discussing these matters over and over, and Ron seemed to be trembling slightly as he stared at the fire in the common room.

"He believes Snape?" Ron asked. "He knows that Snape was once a Death Eater, but he still really trusts him?" "Yes." Harry said.

Winter wanted to open her mouth to defend Snape, but looking at Harry's appearance, she decided to give up.

Hermione looked at her watch. "We haven't practiced yet!" she exclaimed. "We were supposed to be practicing Obstacle Charms! We're going to have a serious practice tomorrow! Come on, Harry, you need to get some sleep."

Winter, Ron and Hermione's exams will end on the day of the third project. "Don't worry," Hermione said nonchalantly, "at least we can get high marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts. It’s impossible to find so many mantras in a classroom.”

Winter has been spending more and more time with Cedric recently, because she has to plan to keep Cedric alive, and she feels that the best way is to go into the maze with Harry.

Since the last conversation between Winter and Moody, Winter had been a little reluctant to face him, and Moody seemed to have the same idea.