HP fan, I'm Ron Weasley

Absent for a while! "

I nodded:

"Of course, it was all Snape's substitutes back then - what a nightmare, he ruined my favorite class!"

Hermione continued:

"But you must not remember. There was a class in which Professor Snape assigned us a very long homework - how to distinguish werewolves!"

I wonder:

"What does it matter that Professor Lupine doesn't want to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Hermione sighed:

"Stupid! This is the crux of the problem! At that time, I went to the library to look for information, and found that the biggest characteristic of werewolves is that they transform at a specific time every month! There are also some other characteristics, and these characteristics are exactly what Professor Lupine has. have--"

I opened my mouth wide, in disbelief:

"what does that mean?!"

Harry interface:

"Professor Lupine is a werewolf!"

I looked at Hermione in shock:

"How is this possible?!" Look at Harry again: "You know that too?!"

Harry nodded:

"I found out about it two days ago. I heard that Professor Lupine didn't want to be a professor at Hogwarts anymore, so I asked him why, and Professor Lupine told me the truth!"

I still feel that this is too incredible, and it took a long time to ease it:

"Merlin... who else knows about this, I mean does the headmaster know? Wait, Hermione, you mean Snape?"

Hermione nodded:

"That's right, Professor Snape must have done it on purpose! He must have done it on purpose, in order to let some of us discover Professor Lupine's secret!"

"Despicable!" Harry said, "You said Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Lupine said the headmaster knew it!"

"Since Professor Dumbledore knew about this, why didn't Professor Lupine want to be a professor anymore? He was afraid of Snape..."

Harry shook his head:

"No, Professor Lupine said that he has to transform every month. It's very dangerous. He doesn't want to be in the school anymore. He's afraid that something will happen. You know, it will hurt the students or something."

"But he taught us last year and nothing happened?!"

"That's what I said, but Professor Lupine still insisted on resigning. He said that he only promised Professor Dumbledore to help for one year. In fact, he was willing to return to the wizarding world and Hogwarts because He heard that Sirius escaped from prison!"

I nodded knowingly:

"So he just wanted to come back and protect you?"

Harry pushed his glasses shyly:

"Not entirely—"

Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder:

"Professor Lupine is so kind to you!"

My interface:

"That's right, I still cook for you every day—"

Harry smirked:

"That's true!"

This year, Mom and Bill Charlie sent us to the station. When we packed up and arrived at the station, we happened to see Draco and his two big followers. I wondered why his parents didn’t send us this year. Let’s see. His face was so tense that he was in a bad mood.I shook my head and turned to say goodbye to Mom and the others. Ginny seemed very reluctant:

"Oh, Charlie, when will you go home again? It won't be that you won't see you for several years, right?!" Charlie blinked mysteriously, and said:

"Don't worry, little princess, I'm afraid you will see me soon—"

"Charlie!" Percy said righteously, "You can't say that, it's top secret—"

Ginny glared at Percy angrily, and said anxiously:

"Charlie, what does that mean?"

Charlie looked at Percy amusedly, and shook his head helplessly:

"Don't worry, you will find out soon!"

The train was about to start, and the twins quickly stuck their heads out:

"What the hell is going on, Charlie, you can't sell a summer vacation—"

Mom and the others had already turned and walked back. Charlie didn't turn his head when he heard the shouts of bringing the twins, but just waved his hands casually.The twins sat back discouraged, gritted their teeth and said:

"That bastard Percy, if it wasn't for him, Charlie would have said it just now!!"

Ginny comforted:

"Forget it, Percy's dead virtue is not a day or two! Anyway, didn't mom say it, we will know it right away when we go back to school!"

The twins were still aggrieved, and I shrugged:

"Okay, let's find another box—"

Ginny went to find her classmates. Harry, Hermione and I left the box for the twins and walked out. Not far away, Seamus was waving to us:

"Harry, Ron, this way—"

The three of us squeezed forward, just as Draco was coming from the opposite side, Clark and Goyle opened the way ahead, and he followed behind as if he wanted to take a walk. When he saw us, he paused, and arrogantly opened his mouth to let Gao And they stood still:

"Weasley—"

I rolled my eyes:

"what?"

Harry and Hermione raised their eyebrows and looked at me meaningfully, and said angrily:

"Hurry up--"

I am funny:

"understood!"

Draco raised his chin and gestured:

"Follow!"

I looked around for people I didn't know, followed behind those two big stupid men, and whispered:

"What are you doing? Didn't you say you didn't want your classmates to know that you were talking to me?!"

Draco didn't make a sound, and quickly led me to the obviously Slytherin-style box, and said to Clark and Goyle arrogantly:

"You are guarding at the door!"

The two of Gore closed the door obediently, and when the door was closed, Draco immediately slumped on the chair and said casually:

"Sit down—"

I said helplessly:

"What's the matter, tell me! I'm busy—"

Malfoy rolled his eyes:

"What are you busy with?! By the way, on the day of the World Cup, are you fine?"

I'm scratching my head:

"Of course it's fine, what's wrong?"

Draco stammered:

"It's nothing, just asking... Well, have you heard that someone issued a Dark Mark that day—"

It dawned on me:

"I don't need to hear about it, who wouldn't know now?! What are you trying to say!?"

Draco looked up:

"So, have you heard anything?"

I thought about it, and pretended to be careless:

"Wind sound? No! What about you?"

Draco looked at me in disbelief:

"How come, aren't you Potter's best friend?!"

I laughed:

"So what, Harry doesn't know either!"

Draco scorned:

"Isn't he the so-called savior, who doesn't even know such a thing?!"

"Of course he's the savior—fourth grade!"

Draco raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and gently stroked his cuffs in thought. I saw that he didn't move for a long time. After thinking about it, something must have happened to their family. Dad said that old Malfoy is an out-and-out Death Eaters!I speak:

"And you, what do you know? I mean there was your dad among the black-robed Death Eaters that day—"

Malfoy didn't get angry as he imagined, but said calmly:

"You know what, Weasley, you're slanderous—"

I sneered:

"Why, it's Weasley again, and it was 'Ron' in the Muggle world a few days ago..."

Before I finished speaking, Draco rushed over to cover my mouth with a stride, looked out the door nervously, finally stopped pretending, and widened his eyes angrily:

"Shut up! You want me dead—"

Malfoy's temptation

Seeing that he is no longer annoying, and is much more pleasing to the eye, I pushed him away and smiled:

"If you keep pretending, I'll tell you about this matter—maybe one day the headline in the Daily Prophet will be 'Pure-blood traitor, Malfoy's future Patriarch's Muggle plot!'!"

Malfoy was so angry that he couldn't speak, he stared at me and gritted his teeth and said:

"How dare you!! No, you've already thought of this kind of idea, right?! Despicable——"

Seeing his face flushed with anger, I said slowly:

"Why? You're really angry, don't worry, I'm just talking casually, I promise I won't do that!"

Draco gasped:

"Bah, I don't believe you!"

I pretended to be helpless and said:

"That can't be helped."

Draco choked as if someone had strangled his neck, I finally couldn't help laughing, seeing me laugh, Draco was relieved:

"Hmph, even if you go out and talk nonsense, no one will believe you!"

I rolled my eyes:

"Yes, why did you call me here?"

Draco coughed and muttered:

"It's okay—"

I moved towards him, sat next to him, and whispered:

"What, did something happen to your father - the day of the Quidditch World Cup?"

Draco was displeased:

"Your father just had an accident!" After hesitating for a while, he said, "I just don't think things are quite right recently..."

I understand:

"Scare your father enough, I mean, the day of the Dark Mark, I heard from Bill, the Death Eaters who gathered to make trouble that day were scared away!"

Draco pushed away my approaching face, and gasped:

"My dad won't be afraid!!"

I raised my eyebrows, is this admitting that his father was among those who made trouble that day? !Draco also felt that what he said was wrong, he opened his mouth, and there was no way to fix it - he probably knew it, even if he explained it, I wouldn't believe it - he just said:

"It comes out of your mouth, Weasley—"

I squeezed his left cheek vigorously, and Draco let out a cry of pain, covering his face with his eyes wide open:

"what are you doing?!"

I took my hand back—the face is really smooth—and changed the subject:

"What are you doing asking about these things? Didn't your father tell you?"

Draco frowned, wondering:

"tell me what?"

I understand:

"Looks like he didn't tell you anything!"

Draco was furious:

"Fart, my dad will tell me anything!!"

I deliberately looked at him silently, Draco snorted angrily, rolled his eyes and said:

"It's as if you know how many things—" Seeing that I didn't respond, I smacked my lips unwillingly: "Then do you know the 'big event' that will happen at Hogwarts this year?!"

I said frankly:

"do not know!"

Draco paused, discouraged and said:

"I know! But I won't tell you!"

Thinking of Percy's mystification in the past month, I smiled and said:

"You don't need to say, I will know when I get to school in a while!"

Draco waited hard for me, and said angrily:

"Since you don't know what I want to ask, and you don't want to ask what I know, then, if there's nothing wrong, go away!"

I touch my chin:

"Why, just throw it out when it's useless? It really is a nobleman's fault!"

I leaned over again and said shyly:

"Besides, who said I don't want to know..."

Draco raised his delicate chin, squinted and said arrogantly:

"Get out! Why should I answer questions for a Weasley?! If you don't want to go by yourself, I'll ask Clark and Goyle to give you a lift?"

I ignored his words:

"Let me ask you, is your father particularly busy recently?"

Draco looked at me mockingly, and lazily said:

"Of course—my dad has a lot going on every day!"

I don't give up - now that the mysterious man has found a loyal servant, will he find another one!

"Are you always restless recently, and..."

Draco's spinoff has turned icy:

"No comment! Weasley, where did you get the confidence to think I'd tell you about my dad?"

I ignored his hostility, looked down at his gorgeous and exquisite clothes, and sighed: I didn’t have much hope that I would ask anything. I remember when I was in the second grade...he didn’t know anything! Think again His usual simple and domineering appearance must be due to his father being too spoiled with him - in his family's situation, he went to play in the Muggle world with the most unbearable "pure-blood traitor" in their eyes... Della What Ke said was right, if his father found out, it would be impossible for him to be removed from the family in such a serious way, and a beating would be inevitable!When Draco saw that I hadn't spoken for a long time, he kicked my leg angrily:

"Ask you something..."

I looked up, determined not to think about You-Know-Who, surely old Malfoy wouldn't be hanging out with his master now - both Dad and Sirius said - he was the one who took the lead when You-Know-Who fell If it is said that in the wizarding world, who would not want the mysterious man to live, it must be the remnants of the Death Eaters headed by Malfoy!As for the conspiracy of the mysterious man, Professor Dumbledore knew about it a long time ago!The sky is falling and the old principal is still holding on!

"Do you still have the dessert you secretly sent me last time? I'm hungry..."

Draco looked at me with a look of 'be serious, we're arguing':

"You... bastard, why should I feed you—"

I urged him:

"Are you a little girl, so narrow-minded?! Didn't you brag every day that your mother brought you too much, and you threw it away when you couldn't eat it?!"

Draco looked at me suspiciously, but still said angrily:

"What does it have to do with you? I'll throw it all away and won't give it to you—"

I rolled my eyes:

"If you don't eat it for me, I'll write to your mother and tell her that your favorite food recently is something called a 'burger'—"

Draco "Teng" stood up:

"Despicable, shameless! Let me just say, you have been teasing me for half a year, and you insisted on letting me go out with you. You have been waiting for me here for a long time, right?!"

"Don't be angry, sit down, sit down! Get angry at every turn, really, the little girl is a hundred times more open-minded than you! Hey, calm down, calm down, don't smoke your wand, you haven't arrived at school yet, it's against school rules for you to use a wand now Yes! Isn’t it just two pieces of snacks, as for?! Let me eat first, and I’ll make you a hamburger in a few days!!”

Draco was pulled by me, fell down on the chair, couldn't break free from my grip, lowered his head and stomped his feet vigorously, I dodged slowly and did not dodge, my face was contorted due to the pain in my little toe :

"Okay, let's relieve our anger?!"

Draco snorted coldly:

"Get out! Otherwise, I'll call someone!"

Thinking of Clark and Goyle at the door, I obediently let go and muttered:

"Stingy-"

Draco raised his voice triumphantly:

"What did you say?"

I'm upset:

"It's all right!"

Draco straightened his clothes, looked at me and hesitated, reached out and took out a bag of exquisitely packaged snacks from the black bag on the table, and threw it on me:

"You starving poor man! Your father finally can't feed a brood of skunks?!"

I picked up the bag and beamed with joy, imitating his appearance, raised my chin and said arrogantly:

"Shut up, if you insult my family again, I'll write a letter to your dad!!"

Draco listened to Huo Dao:

"Give me my stuff! You ungrateful bastard—"

"What's the matter with a bag of broken bread!! Well, I'm leaving—"

Draco gasped:

"Stop, bastard, I can't spare you!!"

I waved my hand and opened the box, and before even the big man could react, I ran out with my bag in my arms - I don't believe you dare to chase after me!

Professor Moody

Ignoring Malfoy's exasperation in the back, I ran back with the "trophy". The box was very lively, and everyone in the dormitory was there. I carefully put the snack bag in the box, and Harry said in a strange way:

"came back?"

I pounced on his messy hair vigorously, Harry's head was held in my arms and he was struggling to beg for mercy, Seamus pounced on to help Harry, I was pushed on the chair by the two of them, this time Instead, I beg for mercy:

"Let go, let go, I was wrong!"

Seamus doesn't get up at all:

"Say, what are you hiding?!"

"Get up, do you care what you hide! Don't blame me for being rude if you don't get up again!"

"Ouch!" Harry yelled strangely: "I was scared to death! Seamus, show him some color—"

"okay!!"

When I was almost out of breath, Dean and Neville "rescued" me with a smile. Everyone discussed the Bulgarian team's Seeker Viktor Krum all the way, and the time passed unknowingly. , we arrived at the school in a short while, and now we are considered seniors. Everyone walked to the auditorium with ease, and it was raining outside. Harry and Hermione and I sat at the dining table and waited for the sorting ceremony. Excited to be divided into four colleges, and thinking about how he looked the same before, he couldn't help laughing.The dinner was as rich as ever, and I didn't stop eating until my stomach hurt. As soon as the food disappeared from the plate, Professor Dumbledore stood up. Everyone looked at the professors' tables, stopped joking, and for a while The lively lobby fell silent, and Professor Dumbledore said:

"Quiet—everyone! I have one thing to announce: this year's Quidditch competition will be canceled—"

Before I finished speaking, everyone exploded with a "boom":

"what?!"

"Are you kidding?!"

"You can't do that—"

Among them, the voices of the twins were the loudest. Hearing everyone's dissatisfaction, the old headmaster just smiled, and then shouted louder:

"Silent! I haven't finished yet. This year's Quidditch competitions are all canceled because there is a grand event to be held at Hogwarts." The old headmaster paused deliberately, seeing that everyone's appetite was whetted, and then Loudly said: "Triwizard Tournament!!"

Now it's even more fried:

"what?!"

"impossible?!"

"Is this a joke?!"

The old headmaster chuckled and stroked his white beard:

"Of course it's not a joke, but when it comes to jokes, I really thought of a joke, saying that there was a witch, a leprechaun, and a..."

Professor McGonagall coughed heavily, the old headmaster stopped awkwardly, and continued:

"Well, now is not the time to tell jokes... Where did I say... Yes, children, after consultations with the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Competition, it has been decided to resume this grand event hundreds of years ago: Triwizard Hegemony Hogwarts is honored to be the host of this Triwizard Tournament! At the end of October, Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from Germany and Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from France will gather at Hogwarts At that time, we will choose a champion—one from each school..."

Everyone was still listening to the old principal's speech attentively. At this time, there was a deafening thunder, and the door of the hall opened with a bang.A man stood in the corridor, leaning on a long cane and wearing a black traveling cloak, and everyone in the hall turned to look at the stranger.Suddenly a thunderclap flashed across the roof, illuminating him, and he took off his hood, letting down a long gray mane and dark gray hair.He started walking towards the staff desk.Every time he took a step, the hall echoed with a deep rattling sound. He reached the end of the table, turned to the right, and walked towards Professor Dumbledore. It showed the man's face, which seemed to be carved out of rotten wood to a man who had only a vague notion of a human face. An inch of skin seemed to be scarred, the mouth was like a deep oblique gash, and a chunk of the bridge of the nose was missing, but it was the man's eyes that were scary.One of the eyes was like a bead, small and black, while the other was like a coin, big and round, and still blue.This blue eye kept turning without blinking, turned up and down, looked left and right, it was not like a normal eye, the blue eye turned to the right, toward the back of his head, so they could only look to the whites of his eyes.The stranger approached Professor Dumbledore, he held out his hand, which was scarred like his face, and the old Headmaster shook his hand, and said something, too far away to be heard, he seemed to be asking The stranger, and the stranger answered with a choked face and shaking his head.The old principal nodded and motioned for the man to take the vacant seat to his right.The stranger sat down, pushed back the dark gray mane around his face, pulled over a plate of sausages, picked up the plate and sniffed it with his remaining nose, then took a knife from his pocket, forked the end of the sausage, As he began to eat, his normal eye was fixed on the sausage, but his blue eyes kept rolling in their sockets, looking around the hall and the students.There was silence in the hall, obviously everyone was frightened by the stranger who just sat down.

"Let me introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," the old headmaster broke the silence and said happily, "Professor Moody!"

"Moody?" Harry whispered next to him, "The one your dad helped this morning?"

I nodded, looking in awe at Moody's hideous, hideous face—it could make a first grader cry!The old principal didn't seem to notice the weird silence in the hall, and then said enthusiastically:

"I just said, the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament! Speaking of which, I think there are still people who don't know much about the Triwizard Tournament. Let me briefly introduce it here!" Robe, continued with a smile: "The Triwizard Tournament was founded about 700 years ago, and it is a kind of friendship between the three largest magic schools in Europe - Durmstrang, Beauxbatons and Hogwarts Competition. Each school chooses a warrior, and then competes in three magical events. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. This is a great way to build connections among young wizards. When the death toll becomes too high, the game is stopped."

The clamor resumed below, no one listened to the old headmaster's explanation, they all started discussing excitedly, Hermione repeated vigilantly beside her:

"When you know that the death toll is too high?!"

No one paid attention to her, I raised my voice and went over to explain:

"Yes, it is said that every previous Triwizard Tournament had participants die, and sometimes no so-called 'warriors' survived!"

Hermione frowned, and said loudly with obvious disapproval:

"Every year?! There are?!?"

I nodded, and Professor Dumbledore continued to add:

"Of course, as we all know, the Triwizard Tournament has certain dangers-this is the reason for ending this event that year-so, we decided to set an age limit when selecting warriors for the Triwizard Tournament, yes Yes, students below the sixth and seventh grades are not allowed to participate, and I will go out personally to ensure that underage students will not hinder our fair judges and become Hogwarts champions!"

The twins were the first to wail:

"No, you can't do that—"

The twins are two months away from turning 16!

"As I said just now, the principals of Durmstrang and Beauxbaton will bring the contestants they selected to our school in October, and the trials for the three contestants will be held on Halloween. At that time, one—or several Name? It’s not yet determined—an impartial and impartial referee will decide which one is most qualified to win the Triwizard Tournament trophy, that will be the honor of their school, and they will receive a personal bonus of one thousand gold Galleons.”

The twins continued to jump up and down in dissatisfaction. I touched my chin and said to Harry enviously:

"A thousand gold Galleons, that much?!"

Harry was busy yelling at everyone and ignored me. Hermione threw cold water on me when she heard my words:

"Death to money?!"

Lesson Peeves (bug catcher)

I smacked my lips and stopped talking.Harry and Seamus were having a heated discussion beside them. The twins were sitting on the seats with their identical heads facing each other. I don't know what the hell they were thinking!

"Okay!" Professor Dumbledore said loudly: "Everything has been announced! Now, everyone, go back and rest!"

Everyone walked out of the auditorium excitedly, but Hermione said to the two of us unhappily:

"Is this normal?! I mean the Triwizard Tournament - that's dangerous isn't it?!"

"Oh, Hermione, who cares?" I retorted, "That's the Triwizard Tournament! If you win the championship, it will be the highest honor! Not to mention the bonus of one thousand Galleons!!"

Harry echoed excitedly:

"Exactly! Come to think of it, if I could get a Hogwarts champion—"

"That's right—"

Harry and I clapped hands excitedly and laughed. Hermione said with a blank expression:

"Let me remind you, you haven't been chosen as Hogwarts warriors yet, let alone you will never be chosen!!"

"Hey, Hermione—don't be a spoiler!" I lowered my voice: "Remember, we beat 'the man' once, twice!! Who else at Hogwarts could surpass us and become a warrior?! "

Harry obviously remembered this after hearing me say that, and nodded hastily:

"That's right, hahahahahaha"

Hermione laughed:

"Arrogance! You two idiots!! I don't think I'll be able to understand the thoughts of boys in my life - no one thinks, every Triwizard Tournament will kill people?!"

"Again, who cares?! Don't forget what the contestants of the Triwizard Tournament are called—warriors! Not 'cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death'!!"

Hermione still shook her head:

"It's not something I can stop—"

I smiled and patted Hermione on the shoulder:

"That's right, you can't be too serious about being a human being!"

Early the next morning, the weather had cleared up, and I was dragged by Harry to sit at the dining table in a daze, not bothering to think about anything, oh, I really hate going to school, if it’s a holiday now, I’m still in my school Sleep comfortably on that small bed!I touched a piece of bread next to me with my left hand, spread butter on it with my right hand, and mechanically stuffed it into my mouth. Harry was in a good mood, and he even hummed while sitting in his seat.When I finished eating a whole piece of bread, Hermione walked quickly to the long table in her usual rush, sat down next to me, and rudely grabbed the second piece of bread I had just painted and put it in her mouth Rise:

"Ron, do it yourself! I'm starving to death—"

I'm a little more sober:

"Hermione, do you know there's a word called 'lady'?"

Hermione ate too fast and just choked. Harry thoughtfully handed over a glass of pumpkin juice, and I looked at her helplessly:

"It seems that you don't know! Tell me, where did you go on the first morning of school? Hurriedly, and desperately! Don't tell me you went to the library again in the early morning?! "

Hermione gulped down half a cup of pumpkin juice, wiped her mouth and shook her head, saying:

"No, where did I go to Professor McGonagall—"

Harry raised an eyebrow:

"Early in the morning, Professor McGonagall has something to do with you?"

"No, I will return the time-turner I applied for last year!"

I am surprised:

"You are willing to return it?! I thought you would hold it for the rest of your life! How do you choose all the courses now?"

Hermione resumed her normal eating rate, regretfully saying:

"I don't want to either, but the longest time for everyone to apply for a time-turner can only be one year!"

Harry advises:

"Then don't, anyway, it's just 'folding' your own time together, it's not good for your body!"

Hermione could only say unwillingly:

"There is no other way, it's just that there are conflicts in the time of several elective courses this year, and I can only choose half of them!"

Harry and I exchanged glances - we'll never understand Hermione's thoughts either!Hermione had just finished talking about Gryffindor's ghost headless Nick, swinging his head that was about to fall and floating over, admiring:

"Oh, food, I haven't tasted it in hundreds of years? What a miss—"

Hermione raised her head and greeted with a smile:

"Hi Nick!"

The light blue ghost looks happy, floating above us:

"It's early too! Did you see the sorting ceremony last night? Let me tell you, our Gryffindors got a lot of good seedlings this year! What a cute little guy! He's a tiger, just like you were back then! "

Harry smiled friendly and asked casually:

"Any news, Mr. Nick?"

Nearly Headless Nick fixed his head that was about to fall off:

"If you want to talk about news, I don't know if it counts. Have you met the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year?"

I put down my glass and said:

"This is not news. Professor Dumbledore introduced it to everyone last night, didn't he?"

"Not this, kid! Last night, Peeves wanted to give the new professor a welcome gift - Peeves' old trick, every time a new professor comes, he will do it!" Nick said with lingering fear: "He I wanted to do the same to that old guy named Moody, but I didn’t expect that your Moody was really... Peeves was nailed to the wall for half a night, and almost died! It was only in the early hours of the morning that he was discovered and rescued by Barrow Come down, you didn’t see the blood all over the place!!”

I was dumbfounded, and Nick once again supported his head that had fallen due to excitement, and continued with a frown:

"Although Peeves hates him, no one has ever treated him like this before!" After a pause, he continued: "If you ask me, this Professor Moody is really... rough!! In my opinion—it's just me Personal opinion - he is far from being as good as Professor Lupine! Lupine just laughed it off when he faced Peeves' pranks last year. That is a real gentleman. I have never seen such a Gentle people—”

I swallowed, looked at each other with Harry and Hermione, and asked:

"and after?"

"Later?" Nick shrugged his shoulders—which caused his head to sway back and forth—and said displeasedly: "What else did Peeves do later, even if something happened, that Moody wouldn't And get punished? Peeves was so angry that he didn't dare to go to Moody again, so he ran into the kitchen and made a scene! Didn't you realize that breakfast is later than usual today?"

Harry shook his head:

"It's really not discovered. There is no loss in the kitchen, right?"

"Of course not! It's just that the house-elves in the kitchen are freaking out—"

Hermione's hand holding the bread froze in the air, raised her eyebrows and said:

"House-elves?"

Nick looked at Hermione suspiciously, as if he didn't know what she wanted to ask. Harry and I immediately thought of what Hermione was thinking... Hermione asked calmly:

"There are house-elves at Hogwarts?"

Nick looks even more puzzled:

"Of course, don't you know? There are hundreds of house elves in Hogwarts castle! Otherwise, do you think who cleans your meals and dormitories?"

I have a headache and quickly interrupt:

"Oh yeah, we really don't know! By the way, Nick, you just said..."

She was interrupted by Hermione before she finished speaking, she looked at me sternly, and continued to ask:

"So, are these house-elves at Hogwarts different? I mean, do they get vacation time, pay or something?"

Nick looked at Hermione with his mouth wide open in shock, and now his head really fell from fright:

"Of course not, my boy! I mean, do house-elves have that thing?!"

Harry and I sat next to each other silently, not daring to make a sound, Hermione raised her voice uncontrollably:

"So, there are hundreds of slaves in this castle we're in, and we don't even know they exist!!"

Fat Xiu held his head in his hands:

"Of course, that's their life's pursuit, isn't it? I mean, isn't every house-elf dedicated to giving silently, and a qualified house-elf hopes to keep people from discovering their existence, isn't it?"

Hermione's momentum is rising steadily, so I hurriedly send Nick away:

"Yes, of course! Thanks for telling us so many things, Nick!"

Headless Nick grabbed his head in his hands, looked at me and Harry, then at Hermione, probably felt that it would be better to stay away from her, said hello, and drifted away muttering unsteadily up.Hermione's chest rose and fell, seeing