days at Hogwarts

October 11th, Sunday.

November is already halfway through, and the weather is getting colder and colder. Yesterday afternoon and evening, fine velvet fell from the sky. Standing in the Gryffindor common room, I saw that snow caps were already on the slightly higher hills.

Hermione flipped through the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.

Loren was at the desk writing his divination homework. Crookshanks lay on the table, sticking his head out, tilting his head and staring at the ink marks left by the tip of the pen on the paper.

"As if you can understand..." Loren muttered, and while he was soaking the quill in ink, he put his hand on the ginger hand warmer and kneaded it hard.

The divination homework assigned by Professor Trelawney was stinky and long, and if you really followed the content learned in class, it would take a lot of effort and the score would be low. Only by making up stupid unlucky things can you get excellence.

Originally, he had a medical record that he could refer to, but it was reported by some evil-hearted little witch. Since then, Madam Pomfrey has blacklisted him from the school doctor's office.

Professor Granger is really guilty!

Forget it, who gave her a legitimate reason?

Loren sighed softly and wrote the last divination result on the paper: After Christmas, my tongue and oral mucosa will develop scabies due to novel foods with different flavors...

Hermione's laughter sounded next to her: "Even if you don't have a case book, you can still make up novel diseases?"

Loren glanced at her, his pupils flashing with danger.

Hermione immediately put away her teasing expression and spread the newspaper in front of him with a serious look: "Look at this, the warriors' promotional photos and reports have been published."

A group photo of the five warriors was printed in the middle of the main page of the newspaper.

Fleur Delacour, who was exquisitely dressed, sat on a chair, with the right side of her face rosy. Behind her stood Viktor Krum in a thick coat, Pikli Graves with a bow tie in his hand and a determined expression, and a smiling Winner and Cedric Diggory, Harry stood in the middle of the three male warriors, a little shorter.

But on the side page, Harry's single photo was published separately, with his hands on his hips and a silly smile, looking like he didn't look very smart.

Loren looked at it carefully for a few seconds, looked at Hermione seriously, and asked, "Can't Harry trim his hair? It doesn't look very good."

"He has acne on his forehead and needs to cover it up..." Hermione replied subconsciously, then rolled her eyes, "Stop talking about this and read the reports!"

Loren turned his head and browsed the text, ignoring the introduction to the competition and the four schools. The title on the right was more eye-catching.

[Teenage Tragedy: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Harry Potter, 12 years old, a suspicious contestant in the Four Wizards Tournament, with ghostly memories wandering in his eyes, interviews about past experiences I always hold back my tears...]

The Daily Prophet spent a lot of space introducing Harry's origins, introducing his grievances with the mysterious man, linking the turmoil during the Quidditch World Cup to this tournament, and clearly hinting that the Death Eaters were secretly Something is about to happen, and Harry Potter is in danger.

Miss Rita Skeeter's writing skills improved after she returned from New York. There is not a single word in the whole text that mentions Voldemort, but every sentence hints at Voldemort. The news reports are as ups and downs and exciting as the serial novels.

Loren laughed when he saw it: "Principal Dumbledore must be very happy to see this newspaper."

"Mrs. Weasley must be worried to death." Hermione sighed and put the newspaper away, "Let's go to the library to find Harry and the others."

Loren stood up, pushed the chair under the table, and punched the little witch on the triceps: "It's all your fault. If you hadn't prevented me from borrowing the case book, I would have finished the divination homework later than Harry and Ron? "

Hermione felt guilty and remained silent.

On weekends, there are not many people in the library. In addition to the students of Hogwarts, there are also some unfamiliar faces.

The young wizards of Ilvermorny were very interested in the history of Hogwarts because of the origin of their school. Five or six young wizards gathered around and copied the records about Slytherin with great interest, and even pestered a few of them. Ravenclaw students ask about the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk.

Mrs. Pince stood by with a stern face, and would go up and scold them if they made a little noise.

Durmstrang's students seemed to be very interested in the forbidden book section and kept circling the isolation line, but under Mrs. Pince's gloomy gaze, no one dared to try anything out of the ordinary.

There were only one or two young wizards in Beauxbatons, and they didn't pay special attention to the content. They just browsed through it casually in the library.

Loren and Hermione walked straight to their usual spot by the window.

Ron was the only one on the desk, and he seemed to have pulled out every book related to fire dragons he could find, searching through the pile of books like a needle in a haystack.

"Using magic to trim the claws...the treatment method for scale ulceration...is useless. It is probably only for weirdos like Hagrid who want the fire dragon to be strong..."

"Fire dragons are extremely difficult to kill because their thick skin is permeated with primitive and powerful magic. Only a few powerful spells can penetrate it..."

Ron muttered in a low voice while folding up the useful pages and throwing the book "The Man Who Loved Fire Dragons" aside. When he raised his eyes, he saw the two people walking side by side, his eyes filled with surprise. .

"You are finally here, let's take a look at what content is helpful in dealing with the fire dragon..." Ron pushed a stack of dog-eared thick books over, "I really don't know what that guy Harry was thinking, he actually followed Cedric He left sneakily...Who did he think was going to deal with the fire dragon, was it me?"

Loren and Hermione sat down opposite him. Hermione began to read through the books, while Loren moved much more slowly: "To be honest, Ron, I thought you would be jealous of Harry becoming a warrior, or for this reason. Unhappy or something..."

"I thought so at first..." Ron scratched the freckles on his cheek, "But then... Oops, I can't tell, but I figured it out anyway."

"Tsk, I thought you and Harry would have a quarrel over this, get sulky, stop talking to each other, or something like that."

"How is that possible? I'm not an idiot!"

"Isn't it?"

"You! Hermione, you don't care?"

"..."

Time passed slowly with the sound of turning pages. When Loren finished flipping through the "Basic Spells for Dealing with Hyperactive and Fidgety Animals" in his hand, the warrior Harry finally came back.

"Huh... ha... don't you know who I just met?"

Harry sat down next to Ron, breathing heavily, met the three people's eyes, and began to tell what happened just now.

He followed Cedric from a distance, and followed him up two floors before he found an opportunity. He smashed Cedric's new school bag with a precise [split] shot, and took advantage of him to pack up the books, quills, and parchments all over the floor. At that moment, Harry took the opportunity to step forward and tell Cedric about the fire dragon...

Loren and Hermione looked at Harry with strange expressions. Is this taking the opportunity to retaliate? No matter how it sounds, it sounds like it is taking the opportunity to retaliate.

"You don't know that Cedric was so frightened at the time that he stared at me blankly. He even put the broken ink bottle into his schoolbag..."