days at Hogwarts

The other young wizards in Gryffindor were a little embarrassed in front of other houses before today. There was a 14-year-old warrior in their own house. They believed that Harry definitely did not use any unfair means, but it was still against the rules. . Although the Gryffindors all supported Harry, they were not sure that his strength could keep up with other warriors, and they always felt guilty.

Now, the Gryffindor student looked up at the meteor that pierced the sky, fell into the field and turned into a firebolt in the boy's hand. A wave of heat surged from the heart to the whole body, the hair on the sweat expanded, and the blood boiled. Ron and others looked excited, and Ginny was even more fascinated, muttering to herself, saying words that only she could hear.

Loren also felt a sense of relief and murmured in a low voice: "Tsk, he's so handsome. It's worth me weaving sweet dreams for him every night."

"Yes, Professor Morgan is doing his duty." Hermione finally found the opportunity and said with a smile.

At the referee's seat, Dumbledore's blue eyes showed admiration. Several other principals also nodded in approval, taking full advantage of the speed of the Firebolt and ensuring their own safety. For a 14-year-old boy, As far as wizards are concerned, this is the best they can do.

Only Karkaroff was secretly annoyed. Why didn't they think of this method? With Viktor's flying skills, he would definitely be able to get higher scores.

Harry held the golden egg high and rode around the field on his broom, the smile clearly visible on his face.

"what's up?"

"Excellent flying performance, beautiful and crisp! I am willing to give 10 points for this!" Bagman shouted at the top of his voice. His face turned red and he looked even happier than Harry himself. "Let's take a look at the judges' scores..."

"..."

She raised her head and carefully looked at Loren's face. When she realized that Hermione was looking at her, she quickly lowered her head.

Hermione was not in a hurry, sitting down next to him calmly and sharing his cream cake.

"Of course!" the little wizards shouted in unison.

……

"Or arms."

"My dear colleague Mr. Crouch, 9 points! If you ask me, Potter deserves more..."

"I know you can't die!"

"It is better for Dobby to be punished than for Harry Potter to be injured. Mr. Graves bled a lot, and Dobby doesn't want to see Mr. Potter bleed too."

Who would have thought that among the four participating schools and five competing warriors, he was the only warrior from Ivermorny who didn't know that he had to face a fire dragon in the first event!

Look at each of these, the hypnotic dance for the fire dragon, the eye disease spell for the fire dragon...

The screams like a mountain roar and a tsunami instantly flooded the stands, and even the ground was shaking slightly. The excitement and joy pushed away the cold east wind deep in the forest.

"What information should be inquired about and what information should not be inquired about."

"no way!"

Gilbert Fontana, who was at the guest of honour's seat, deeply agreed. At this moment, he was silently dealing with the fish and chips in front of him, chewing mechanically with his teeth, expressionless.

The girl blinked her eyes and cleverly did not struggle. Instead, she moved closer to Loren's arms. His palms completely wrapped the auricles, feeling warm.

Harry slowly came back to his senses and looked around with a smile: "Does anyone want me to open it?"

In the field, the youngest warrior raised his legs and stepped on the broomstick, kicked off the ground, and flew into the air.

Among them were students from Beauxbatons and Ilvermorny, who had very strange accents.

Dobby nodded heavily and said happily: "Dobby was hiding in the fire dragon tent. Dobby was thinking that if Harry Potter couldn't deal with the fire dragon, Dobby would secretly help him."

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"Did you see him face the fire dragon today?" Loren picked up the hot cocoa and blew it.

Before it could take off in pursuit, Charlie had already rushed into the field with the keeper. Various dried meats with magic potion were served to him, and the fire dragon quickly fell into a happy sleep.

The evening celebration dinner seemed noisier than any other banquet. Everyone was talking about the performance of the five warriors during the day:

Cedric's ingenuity, Graves' perseverance, Fleur's touching dancing, Krum's ruthlessness, and Harry's nimble and agile flying.

After a while, Loren said seriously: "It's the end of the month, and it's time for Dobby and Winky to pay their wages. How about we go see them later?"

Harry slammed the golden egg shut, feeling his head buzzing.

You should add some body language to make communication more efficient.

Dobby quickly ran over with a tray of tea, and when he saw there were only two people, he looked a little disappointed: "Mr. Morgan, Miss Granger, hasn't Harry Potter come down?"

George and Fred held Harry in a circle in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, each one making fun of him. The little wizards who were watching once again burst into cheers and screams.

Hermione raised her head and smoothed the strands of hair from her forehead, then looked at Loren who had lifted the hair-soaking spell, her little face full of suspicion.

In the front row of the long Gryffindor table, Harry slowly but anxiously enjoyed the sumptuous dishes carefully prepared for the banquet, because in just a few appetizers, five or six little witches had already passed by and greeted him warmly.

"Open!"

Recalling the scene when he visited his student in the school infirmary in the evening and complained about his poor Pickle... Fontana looked at Maxim not far away. She met the gamekeeper and Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts. Talk about Zhenghuan;

During the holiday a few weeks ago, he took Winky to go shopping at other wizard gathering places...

"And Mai, I need to see him if I have something to do."

The movement of the Hungarian tree peak stopped, and the huge head showed a rather human doubt.

"Don't worry too much, Gilbert..." Dumbledore filled the bottle of wine for him, "It's just a skin injury. Graves will be discharged from the hospital soon, and his scores are also very good..."

"Want to kill you?"

Hermione looked around, looked at Loren and asked, "Where are the warriors of Ilvermorny?"

"You know the clue in the golden egg, right Loren?"

The next second, an extremely terrifying, high-pitched scream filled the entire room.

"What is that?" Seamus asked, covering his ears. "It sounded like a female ghost's cry... Harry, you may have to pass by a female ghost next time!"

"That's great, Harry!"

Loren tugged at the slightly hairy little witch, turned around and asked, "Dobby, I want to ask about Twinkle's performance in the past month, please be more detailed."

The little wizards in the auditorium kept standing on the stools and looking out, looking at the warriors present. Every face showed admiration and curiosity.

Just leaving the uneasy Winky aside, after Loren and Dobby finished chatting, Hermione chatted with Wheat again: "Wheat, what do other house elves think of Winky and Dobby in recent times? "

The broom carried the boy and circled up at high speed, as flexible and free as a fish in water, circling around the Hungarian tree peaks.

Bagman's face turned even redder with anger, but as a commentator and referee, he could not say anything too outrageous. He could only continue to explain in a strange tone: "He is really a stingy guy with praises. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that, even like this , Harry Potter also temporarily ranked first with an average score of 8 points.