days at Hogwarts

Monday, cloudy.

The gorgeous decorations in the auditorium have not had time to be removed. The walls are covered with silks and emblems of the four schools. Beauxbatons' banners are bordered by golden tassels. Someone on the Ravenclaw table The little witch stared intently, not knowing what she was thinking.

Fleur Delacour pressed her sister's shoulder and warned, "Just stay in the castle in the morning. I will come find you after my special training. Do you remember this, Gabrielle?"

The little girl nodded numbly.

A trace of guilt flashed across Fleur's face, and she hugged the little girl tighter, trying to give her some comfort and some comfort to herself.

Not far away, a pair of outstanding-looking male and female wizards walked into the long Gryffindor table from behind carrying dinner plates and sat down in a seat that had already been occupied. Herbology textbooks and notebooks were placed in their hands.

"I didn't expect that classes would go on as usual during the competition..."

"How can we support the warriors of the academy like this?"

"Why don't people from other schools take classes..."

Loren muttered in front of several people. Ever since he learned that classes would resume as usual in the morning, he had repeated these words more than a dozen times, "The warriors in other schools focus on training, but the warriors in our school still have to go to class and do after-school work." Homework, how can you win? You think so, Harry?"

"Stop teasing me, I don't want to get into this trouble."

Harry forced a smile and poked listlessly at the bread on the plate. Just as a group of senior witches passed by, Angelina gave him a piece of chocolate and said in a cheerful tone: "Eat more, warrior, even if It can't be me, but also a member of Gryffindor."

Katie Bell hugged his shoulders affectionately: "Show the people in other schools how awesome you are, and teach Digory a lesson by the way!"

Seeing the favored behavior of the witches, Ron expressed sincere envy: "To be honest, I would rather trade with you for work, even if I have to face Voldemort."

Harry looked at his friends with a resentful expression, but because of their teasing, his tense heartstrings relaxed a little.

After the warrior training ended last night, I returned to the common room in a daze, and was forced to attend the celebration party. After a half-night fuss, I had time to briefly chat with a few people about the situation.

After simple reasoning, several people reached a consensus.

The person who put his name into the Goblet of Fire must be a Death Eater. Voldemort and his name appeared in the selection of warriors at the same time, which shows that Voldemort wanted to attack him during the game... There are two possible goals for them. One is to use As a sacrifice for Voldemort's return, the second is to kill him directly...

But he didn't need to worry too much. Since Voldemort set the stage on the playing field, it meant that the school was safe, and Dumbledore and the professors could guarantee his safety...

Harry combed through the clues in his mind and glanced at Hermione secretly. During the conversation last night, she always seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if she was hiding some news from him.

"Stop joking around, stupid boys, and think about serious business!"

Hermione said angrily, she was spreading the bread and spreading mayonnaise on it with a spoon, "According to what Harry said last night, the first project will be held on November 11th. The focus of the examination is courage. Warriors will not The only weapon I can get any help from is my wand...

"Listen to these words, this must involve fighting, dangerous fighting!"

Ron raised his eyebrows: "Can it be more dangerous than the Basilisk?"

Hermione stared at him and was about to scold him. Loren put the omelette on Hermione's piece of bread in time and comforted him: "Relax, there is no point in worrying now, there is still nearly a month."

"Not a month!" Hermione shouted loudly, "It's three weeks, three weeks."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Loren folded her slices of bread into a sandwich and blocked her mouth.

"Well……"

Satin banners and ribbons fluttered gently, and there was a lot of noise in the auditorium. Their voices blended into the more noisy commotion, making them inconspicuous. There were also young wizards who looked at Harry while chewing food, but they only took a few glances and passed by.

There are young wizards who have just entered school this school year who are surprised and puzzled. The seniors and sisters will always advise them earnestly:

Those people, especially Harry Potter, do something different every year. Is it any wonder? He is Harry Potter, and he has been so different since he was one year old. .

So the freshmen patiently asked for advice.

Those wonderful adventures in the past three years were swallowed bit by bit along with the fragrant omelette. They were about Quirrell who pursued the power of black magic and was controlled by evil ghosts, and about Loja who used the Forgetting Curse to steal other people's heroic deeds. Especially, about the basilisk and the secret chamber, about the godfather who was wrongly imprisoned but swam across the ocean...

The little Ravenclaw witch bit her spoon with a troubled expression.

Should she tell them what Fred said? Fred only told her to keep it a secret, but he didn't say she couldn't tell her friends...

After eating breakfast and chatting for a while, the few people walked out of the castle and went to the third greenhouse for herbal medicine class.

Babo Tuber's class has completely ended. The little wizards were happy but also felt a little disappointed. Although the process of squeezing a pustule was disgusting, it was inexplicably satisfying. Now that they no longer had to squeeze, they were still a little uncomfortable for a while.

The second period is a class on protecting magical animals. Compared with magical animals, perhaps little wizards need more protection.

"Ah! Let go! Damn it, let me go!"

Slytherin's Pansy Parkinson was frightened and smashed the squid that was sucked into her hand, causing sparks to fly and the Slytherin students to flee.

There was a scream, which only subsided after Hagrid ran over to deal with it.

Loren judged this from the sound. He was squatting on the grass at the moment, holding a small stick and poking at the developed snails.

They were completely different from the first time I saw them. They looked somewhere between a giant scorpion and an elongated crab. They had grown a gray-white, shiny armor-like thing. Loren has tried it. This kind of carapace can defend against some simple spells and has extraordinary resistance to fire spells.

The stingers on the tail had already taken shape, and Hagrid still thought they were adorable. Ron said that probably only when the poison glands were fully developed, giving him a few hard blows would wake him up.

Hermione crouched a little further away, writing a diary of Blast-Ended Skrewt observations in her notebook, her expression focused but full of disgust.

Suddenly, she heard a burst of cheers coming from behind her, as if there was something to be happy about.

Hermione turned her head, and a group of boys formed a circle. Harry and Ron were among the crowd. In the center of the circle, a snail was suddenly thrown into the sky.

boom!

The frightened snail spit out a stream of smelly sparks, which landed on the boys, causing a burst of cheers.

"..."

Hermione looked away, her expression a little complicated, and then looked at Loren, her face softened slightly.

Today's content was almost finished, so Hermione simply put away her notebook and walked over, looking down at him: "Why don't you go to their game?"

"Hermione, I discovered an interesting thing." Loren didn't even raise his head. "There were some stripes on the body of the larvae of the blast-tailed snail. I originally thought that was where the carapace grew, but through observation, it seems that not all of them are. so……"