Harder Aurora

Supporting his shoulders.

"'Lucius Malfoy, a Ministry of Magic official, is a Death Eater and formally arrested'" Albus narrowed his eyes and read the title clearly in the dim light, "This is his last photo? Not to mention, he's much better-looking than Delacour."

James' face was already livid, "That's him, damn it, it's really Walker's uncle."

"Have you inherited my father's myopia? As far as I know, Walker's uncle is 30."

James glared at him, then took a silverware ornament and turned it into a pair of black round eyes, and stuffed it directly on Albus's face, "Really? Glasses are more suitable for nerds."

Before Albus protested, he found that the faces of the characters in the newspaper clippings became a little clearer, "I'm short-sighted? Impossible!"

"Go to St. Mungo's sooner if you don't want to wear glasses all your life. Now, look at it again, don't you think it's 'special'?"

When Qiu took Charles back to the bar, he was horrified to find that the place was also in a mess. Ron Weasley stood aside with a headache, while most of the others were gathered around to watch the fun, and was passed around by the surrounding circle. Come to a violent quarrel.

"This is—what's wrong?" Qiu asked in surprise.

"Well..." Ron rolled his eyes, "Greengrass is here too, she collided with Gabriel, and both of them poured their drinks on each other, please, Merlin, they don't start a duel again."

"It's so interesting." Qiu chuckled, out of some ulterior secret, she didn't like Delacour at all, and she was very satisfied with the current situation where Delacour was held back by Greengrass.

Only then did Ron notice the blond boy who was eating ice cream behind Qiu, "Why is he here? Where's Harry?" Ron looked in the direction of the door, but there was no one there.

"He's gone," Cho said dryly, taking Harry's holly wand from his pocket. "Look, even the wand is gone."

Ron's eyes widened, and his cheeks began to redden dangerously, "--what, what happened?!"

"We don't know, and Cooper is gone." Qiu pointed to Charles.

Ron yelled at the crowd, "Hermione! Ginny—" His sister and wife pushed back the crowd and came out, looking at Cho and Charles in surprise.

"You take the children back first, something happened."

Ron briefly explained the matter, and Ginny and Hermione's expressions changed.Just as Hermione was about to rush out to pick up the children, she bumped into something transparent, knocking James and Albus out.

"Why are you here, not upstairs?!" Ginny scolded angrily, "You're still wearing an invisibility cloak?"

Ron helped Hermione up, and Ginny had no intention of helping the two troublemakers at all, "Harry is so neglectful, he is not allowed to step out of the house until the end of the holiday!"

Charles sensitively noticed that the emotions of the two brothers were different from before, and James Potter stared at him strangely for a while, completely ignoring Ginny's scolding.

After Hermione and Ginny took the two of them back, Charles asked aggrievedly, "Then what should I do?"

"You can't follow, because you don't know what dangerous things will happen." Ron said seriously, "You can't go home, because Harry and your uncle disappeared at home."

The author has something to say: just ask weakly, do you think there are too many conversations?The more I write recently, the more wrong I feel, and there seem to be more and more dialogues. . .

☆, London does not rain

Charles gave the tall red-haired Oro a disdainful look, and took out the mobile phone in his pocket and shook it, "Either I follow, or you explain to the most famous lawyer in the United States."

Qiu nodded in agreement, "That's right, Weasley, you have to follow him, just follow him."

Ron's face turned red and white, making his freckles glisten, "—no."

At this time, Charles' cell phone rang unexpectedly, and Qiu and Weasley looked at him in shock.

Charles frowned and looked at the number, he didn't recognize it, "hello?"

Immediately afterwards, his face became very ugly, "Say that many times?"

Qiu looked at his serious expression nervously, and when he hung up the phone, he couldn't help asking immediately, "What's wrong?"

"I know where they are," Charles said dryly.

"—Sir, it's no use begging me, I've already called your relatives!" the fat police officer with a wide brim roared, with a mustache on his lips, "Driving without a license! Illegal immigration! This is not money A problem that can be solved!"

Harry never thought in his life that he could still visit a Muggle police station, oh no, he still had the chance, for example, the Dursleys used to threaten to send him to jail.Harry was sitting on the little broken chair by the wall, brushing his hands through his messy hair in silence. If he had his wand on, he would have given the little police officer a stupor and forgotten all about it.

His dear Draco—no, it's the uncle of his son's classmate, still trying to catch the other's clothes, "Don't you really think about it, this may be your only chance to get rid of poverty in your life!", So mean and so cute.

Looking at the golden figure, Harry couldn't help laughing. It's been a long time since he was in such a good mood.

"What are you laughing at?" Ashley turned to stare at him dissatisfied, "I'm trying to help you get rid of the crime of illegal immigration."

"There is also driving without a license." The mustache police officer added.

"I see that as a problem that money can solve."

"cannot!"

"I'll tell...my brother-in-law!"

Harry stood up and wiped his face, except for the extremely short stubble that just came out, his palms were still wet, maybe it was sweat.He walked over in two steps, and pushed the mustache police officer away—hoping that he would not be accused of assaulting the police. Then, he held this thoughtful face, lowered his head and bit his lower lip hard.

"Tell and tell——Jesus Christ..." The mustache police officer gasped, and desperately took out the silver tin-plated cross hanging on his chest, rolled his eyes and passed out.

Ashley's eyes are wide open, the distance is so close, what should I do now?But it was too close, close enough to see the moisture on Mr. Potter's black eyelashes, forget it, as charity.

He pushed Harry away abruptly, and looked at the mustache lying on the ground with disdain, "That's really pious." I'm really the most moral person in the world, "As for your disrespectful behavior—— —”

"Pretentious, awkward, hard-spoken, frivolous, and dissolute," Harry walked over step by step, "I'm talking about you."

"Retract your slander and I'll sue you for bankruptcy."

"Say it," Harry sighed funny, "I'm afraid you won't tell me." He raised his hand and touched the place where Ashley's lips were bitten out. His pupils were very dark, like a deep inside. Whirlpool, "I really want to bite you to death."

"...Pervert." Ashley and him looked at each other for a few seconds, then looked away uncomfortably.

"Where's the owl I gave you?"

"Henry II? In the car."

Harry blinked, "But why didn't I see it."

"In the trunk." Ashley felt a little guilty. Although Henry II was actually a wine bottle, but it was thrown in the back of the car, and he probably suffered from carbon monoxide poisoning.

"So, not only did you lose my wand when you loaded me into the car, and you stuffed Henry II into the trunk, you don't have a driver's license yet." Harry's tone was flat, but his eyes gradually became serious.

"You were still kissing me just now, and now you are blaming me again. Are you schizophrenic." He accused angrily.

"Okay, it's all my fault." Harry admitted bluntly, then pinched his chin and kissed him hard again.

When Ron came to the gate of the police station with two oil bottles, he saw the extremely high-profile silver supercar. Thinking of Arthur's treasured bad car, he secretly cursed the extravagant nouveau riche.

Charles went to check the car with a dark face. It was still a limited edition with a diamond-studded license plate. Why didn't his parents buy one for him? They didn't have a driver's license, so why would Ashley have one.The sound of living creatures struggling came from the flat rear trunk. God bless there are no contraband inside.

When I opened it, a white thing flew out, twirled a few times in the air and landed on the roof of the car.

"Hedwig!" Ron shouted in surprise, "Why is it Hedwig?!"

Qiu also recognized the famous owl. Its snow-white feathers were fluffy and light, and its round eyes looked at the three of them intently.

Ron gasped, "What the hell."

Qiu carefully carried the owl down, the owl was unusually docile.Qiu looked into its eyes carefully, "It's not real, it should be a glass object."

"It's really sweet." Charles sneered, and went straight into the brightly lit but silent police station.

As soon as Charles walked into the corridor, he saw a police officer with a mustache lying on his upper body outside the door, holding a cross in his hand. He frowned and walked over to have a look, "shxxt!"

Charles covered his eyes and turned his back to the room, "What the hell is going on!"

Only then did Harry reluctantly let go of the person in his hand, cupped his face and said seriously, "Your nephew is swearing, it seems that I have to re-examine the family education of the richest man in New York."

"The richest man in Brooklyn." Ashley's breathing hadn't subsided yet, and his eyes were flushed. It was obviously a good idea to change the subject at this time. "Of course, the target is the richest man in New York."

"Have you fucking said enough! Mr. Potter, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!" Charles turned around and shouted, "You also have a goddamn fiancée!"

Qiu and Ron also came in at this time, they both saw the mustache lying on the ground, Ron panicked, "What's the matter, is Harry in there? Harry!"

Seeing the sad and indignant expression on the little bastard's face, Qiu guessed everything, and said, "Poor Delacour."

Harry frowned when he heard Ron's voice, took off his windbreaker and covered Ashley's face, "I don't have a fiancée, only an ex-wife."

"Ashley Richard Cooper, are you serious?! This is an evil wizard with an extremely chaotic private life! What will Mom think if she finds out, and my cousin! Oh, he seems to be next month Here we go," Charles said sharply.

Ashley pulled off the windbreaker and asked in surprise, "Why are you so excited? This is just a cruel and complicated adult world."

Feeling bad, Harry raised his voice an octave, "What did you say?!"

Ashley smiled sweetly, "It's just what you think, Mr. Potter."

As soon as Ron stepped over the mustache of the lying corpse, his whole body froze, with half of his foot hanging in the air and trembling, "...ghost? Or an evil ghost?"

Ashley's smile faded, and he threw the trench coat back on Harry. "Oh, hell, you, and you." He shook off Harry, pushed Ron, and walked straight back to the car.

"Harry!" Ron yelled in horror, "Is that a hallucination?"

Qiu snorted coldly, "Obviously not. As for you, boy, Cooper is leaving, won't you follow your uncle?"

"Hmph." Charles glared at her with hatred, catching up to his house's troublesome pathogen with hatred.

Cho threw a flabbergasted look at Ron, pointing to the distraught Harry, "Talk to him!" She mouthed exaggeratedly, and she pulled out Harry's wand and threw it, and Ron caught it immediately.

"Hey, buddy." Ron swallowed his parched throat, "Your wand."

Harry came back to his senses, wiped his face, "Oh, thanks." He took the wand.

"So... really, my nightmare is about to reappear?" Ron said half-jokingly.

"That's what I want to ask too, is this all true?" Harry said tremblingly, "Or is it another bloody Voldemort conspiracy?"

"wowwowwow don't get excited, calm down." Ron squatted halfway in front of his old friend, "We've all seen it, he's not fake, he's real."

"Really? He asked a good question, how can a person come back from the dead. No one can escape from the Avada Kedavra." Harry fell into deep self-doubt, like a man who had been walking in the desert for a long time. People, when they see water, think it is an illusion.

"Why is it impossible?" Ron said strangely, "You are the one who came back from the dead, and you escaped the death curse twice."

Qiu corrected mustache's memory at this time, and said slowly, "Weasley is right, Harry, you and old Malfoy have been fishing in the Black Lake for so long, have you found anything, oh, really Caught some goldfish."

"Though—but, it's not witchcraft!" Harry exclaimed.

Cho/Ron: "...?"

"What is witchcraft?" Ron asked.

"That's—forget it." Harry sighed, "Let's go, the Sheriff is waking up."

"What about that evil ghost?" said Ron.

Harry calmed down completely, his Occlumency was still top-notch, "I have Henry II." Harry pointed to the owl in Qiu's arms, "You can use her to deliver the letter."

Only then did Qiu realize that she had been hugging the owl, after all, the fluffy feel was so comfortable.

Ron laughed out loud, "Henry II? What kind of bad name is that?"

"His dog is named Henry, so the owl is Henry II." Harry frowned and looked at Henry II's big round eyes, "It probably means that."

In the next few days, Henry II came in handy perfectly. Charles looked at the owls flying back and forth, and almost died of anger, but since he said that they would not interfere with each other, he had no choice but to sarcastically.The consequence of mocking Ashley was scolding, and Charles was horrified to find that only 7 of the 3 cards were usable now.

"Why!" Charles yelled into the phone, breaking down.

On the opposite side was Louise's stern voice, "Eli told me, your father and I think you should be educated more effectively..."

"I didn't do anything! He's the troublemaker—"

"You stole flowers from other people's tombstones."

"..."

Here comes Henry II again, a vigorous, snow-white owl proudly spreading its wings, and gracefully landing on the banister of the stairs.Charles saw Ashley happily take the letter from the owl's claw, and somewhat eagerly opened it on the sofa.

He talked about the "cruel adult world", but he was actually fascinated by it. That's right, Harry Potter was his, how could he not like it, but Charles didn't care about this issue for the time being, "Are you How do you know I stole the flowers?"

Ashley didn't bother to raise his head, "Do you remember that photo? You wouldn't go to buy flowers on purpose, and that bouquet of flowers looks very cheap, and the material of that tombstone is so precious."

Charles took a deep breath, "Okay, you won. By the way, don't blame me for not reminding you, Mr. Potter's two sons are very difficult to deal with—"

"It won't be more difficult than you." Ashley smiled and pinched his face.

"And his countless rumored girlfriends!" Charles slapped his hands away, "Harry Potter is just a scumbag, who has made countless beautiful ladies sad—"

"Are you memorizing that weird moving newspaper? The Daily Prophet?" Ashley said seriously. "You should memorize the Codex when you have the time."

"I've memorized them all." Charles narrowed his eyes, and he saw the words on the envelope. "Wait, Mr. Potter wants you to take me to the station tomorrow? What kind of inexplicable request is this?"

Ashley quickly completed the reply, and he patted the fluffy feathers on Henry II's back, "I'll send it tonight."

"No, you're bound to get into trouble."

"Nephew, as far as I know, you have caused more than ten times as much trouble as me."

"Damn Potter."

The train station was crowded with people as usual. Charles forced Ashley to wear a black mask and hat. Along the way, many policemen stared at him suspiciously, "I can understand that you don't want to cause trouble, but this is not about dressing me up." A reason for becoming a terrorist." He only showed a pair of blue eyes, and said in a low voice through the mask.

"Terrorists don't wear £[-] knitwear..."

The two pushed their luggage all the way while talking in a low voice.Harry had sent James and Albus to the train long ago, and was waiting for them leaning against a post at platform nine and four quarters.

Charles understood as soon as he saw Potter, "This is a conspiracy! Why did you send me to the station because you wanted to ask him out."

Harry nodded politely, acknowledging the accusation, "I saw Little Mr. Brown was looking for you."

Charles rolled his eyes, "Forget it, don't let him enter the police station again." He pushed his luggage and rushed into the brick wall.

Ashley: "...Please tell me that I was dazzled just now."

"Yes, yes, you are dazzled." Harry held his slightly cold left hand and walked to an empty corner.

"This is too perfunctory." Ashley muttered dissatisfied.

Harry pulled off his mask, revealing his almost transparent white skin under the sun, his light golden eyelashes were softly hanging halfway, with an inexplicable meekness, "What are you looking at?"

Harry carefully brushed away the strands of hair falling from the brim of his hat, "just... just need to confirm something." He hesitated.

He raised his eyes and turned his back to the light, making his eyes hide deeper, "Then are you sure?"

"Yes." Harry nodded tearfully, "That's right, that's right."

They were kissing beside the Muggle railway tracks, and the sun was so bright that it seemed like it hadn't rained in London for a long time.

The author has something to say: I have been working overtime... so tired...

☆, find someone to take the blame

Hogwarts trains always run very smoothly, even the rhythm of the shaking is regular, and when you lean your head against the window, you can still feel the slight bumps of each wheel sliding over the rails.

He leaned his head against the window like this, counting the number of railroad tracks, and the sunlight splitting into several rays after passing through the glass. Although the sunlight was very strong, when it shone into these eyes, the light was covered by two dark green pools. The deep pool was completely absorbed.

"Hmph, Dumbledore is just a bumbling old madman."

"Don't say that, Malfoy, our dear Professor Dumbledore is still very young."

He lazily rolled his eyes, and sitting next to him was a young man with platinum blonde smooth long hair, even his eyelashes were this weak color, but his expression was arrogant.

"Really? I think he's very old."

In many cases, he can't tell whether the dirty Mudbloods are more disgusting, or these extravagant, depraved and useless pure blood are more damning, but their blood is the purest, so pure that there is no impurity , unlike him—

"That's right, he can't even keep that dirty half-giant," a black-haired boy giggled. His black hair was curly to his shoulders, his eyebrows and eyes were fierce, and there was a look of a wolf in it. "That stinking ugly Big one."

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the black-haired boy.

The carriage fell silent, and the two companions quieted down submissively. The platinum-blond long-haired student's eyelashes trembled in fear, and he thought he was hiding it well.

"If you want me to say, don't you wonder how the Ravenclaw mudblood died? You don't really believe that the mongrel troll has this ability." He smiled frivolously, rolling his dark eyes playfully lap.

Sure enough, these two people immediately worshiped with shock and suspicion on their faces. Controlling these people is really easy.

"I went to the Ministry of Magic with my father, and when I saw that mudblood's body, it was like a death curse."

"It's not a killing curse, she's just turned to stone—"

"Are the rumors about the descendants of Slytherin true?"

"Tom, do you know something?"

The black-haired, black-eyed boy smiled, "We're here, let's get out of the car."

Just like returning to land from the board of a ship, Charles stared blankly at the bustling crowd getting out of the car, and Dominic waved to him just a few steps ago.

"Hurry up, we're going to be late Charles." Dominic had already changed into a full set of school uniforms, and Charles looked down at his attire. He didn't know when he had changed, but the tie was missing.

"Did you—did you see anyone else just now?" Charles asked in confusion as he fastened his silver and green tie.

"Who else? Do you mean Connor or Isabel?"

Who else, who is it?Charles closed his eyes and thought for a while, no, there is no one else, it is indeed Connor and Isabel.

"It's all right." He carried his schoolbag on one shoulder and followed the crowd into the castle, perhaps just distracted.

"By the way, did you know that there is a big event this year." Dominique said excitedly. In fact, he wasn't the only one, almost all the people who gathered in twos and threes were discussing the same topic.

Charles is really not interested, "What's the big deal, Britain is going to leave the European Union?"

"I don't understand your weird words," Dominic rolled his eyes, "The Triwizard fights for hegemony!"

"What competition? The kind where three people are flying around in the sky."

As soon as he entered the auditorium, he knew how big this event was.The space of the auditorium was doubled, and he recognized that it was the magic of the tents in the Quidditch World Cup. Two long tables were placed in the extra space, but there were no people sitting there.

At this time, Dominic had already explained the origin process of the entire Triwizard Tournament, speaking very fast, it seemed that he was really excited.

"Understood," Charles waved his hand, "Stop talking, your saliva is flying out."

"..." Dominic gave him a blank look, put down his schoolbag and sat down on his seat.

After a while, Dominic couldn't stay idle again, "Why do you look so preoccupied?"

Charles had eyes full of lovelessness, "Stop talking, let me calm down."

The long tables of the four colleges were slowly filling up, but the color of Isabel's hair changed unexpectedly. There were a few strands of blue hair mixed into her long black hair. She whistled, "Wow, what a style!" It's so quiet over there in Ryffindor."

Several people looked at her strangely.

Sterling, who was already in the sixth grade, passed by and saw this scene, endured it, and pointed at her and cursed, "Mr. Field would let you run out like this, what a shame!"

"Oh, I just went on a trip to the United States, and I stopped by Walker's house to play around."

Charles sighed, "Mr. Sterling, please don't say it's my fault again. I've been in London for the whole vacation."

With a dark face, Sterling pulled out his wand and whispered a spell to Isabel, and her hair instantly returned to its straight and black appearance.

"You arrogant bxxch—" Isabelle growled through gritted teeth, and drew her wand.

"Stop making trouble! Just this year, please don't be ashamed." Sterling's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Realizing that she was gradually becoming the center of vision, Isabel sat down angrily.

During their quarrel, Charles kept looking at Gryffindor with his chin resting on his cheek. He always remembered the weird look in James Potter's eyes that day. There was no hostility in it. In fact, he couldn't tell what that look was. Meaning, it made him very uncomfortable anyway.

The Potter twins were uncommonly well-behaved, reading their textbooks and previewing them like good kids, which was wrong, so wrong.

Just then James looked up too, and obviously, wanted to spy on him too.The two green eyes just looked at each other.

"..."

"..."

The two rolled their eyes together and looked away tacitly.

"Quiet—" Mag walked to the center of the teacher's seat, looking at her students solemnly.

Charles didn't hear what he was talking about. He was only focused on studying James Potter's weird behavior. After the other party looked away, as if he refused to admit defeat, he turned back to stare at him.

What are you looking at, Charles said silently towards that side.

Fxxkoff, James lip-syncs to him.

What's wrong with you?

You look at mine first.

Sure enough, it was impossible to communicate, Charles decided to ignore him, and turned his head to stare at Mag's pointed hat in a daze.

"...Unfortunately, because the Minister Mr. Kingsley was injured and the Deputy Minister Mrs. Weasley is about to give birth, the head of the Ministry of Magic in this Triwizard Tournament will be executed by Mr. Harry Potter, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement -"

Sure enough, before she could finish speaking, the whole auditorium exploded, some girls started screaming, Snape grimaced, trying to restrain the urge to curse.

"Quiet!" McGonagall yelled.

Charles understood why the two troublemakers of the Potter family were suddenly so obedient. It turned out that it was their father who was coming, and they were really pretending.No, he didn't want to see Mr. Potter's face at all now, he didn't want to recall how Mr. Potter kissed his uncle at all, just thinking about it would make him faint.

Dominic shook him in panic, "Charles! What's wrong with you, are you going to faint?"

He just happened to know the reason why that shameless scumbag of girlfriends has not appeared for a long time now, and hoped that they just wandered around instead of finding a hotel to do something they shouldn't do... It's too hateful, he will vent in On James Potter, absolutely.

"I'm, very, fine!" Charles said through gritted teeth.

The door of the auditorium was slammed open, and Hagrid ran in awkwardly, holding two injured owls in his arms, "Minerva! They're here!"

"Oh, please come in quickly, our long-distance travel friend." McGonagall held up the overlong robe, and hugged the two headmasters who entered first. Beauxbaton's headmaster was a short-haired woman of shocking height. Hagrid eagerly look at her.

The headmaster of Durmstrang is a thin old man with gray hair, his face is indifferent, and only his eyes reveal a little joy.

"Look, are they all Veela?" Dominique asked fascinated.Beauxbaton's student temperament is very similar to Delacour's, with a swan's body and amazing beauty, Charles thought critically, but it's a pity that only the appearance can be seen, but in fact they are all the same puppets, no wonder Potter never put Delacour took it to heart.

The people in Durmstrang were surprisingly similar to their headmaster, with a straight face, "Like a bitter and bitter monk." Charles couldn't help but say what he was thinking.

Connor nodded in agreement, "Although I don't know what an ascetic is, I happen to understand what you mean. They are the most qualified dark wizards."

"Aren't black wizards forbidden?"

"In fact, there are only a few black arts that are really forbidden, and the dark wizard is just a malicious name." Connor said.

"Oh, the people from the Ministry of Magic have arrived, let them in." McGonagall said to Filch.

The door of the auditorium opened again, and Potter walked in first. He was still wearing the black trench coat that Charles had seen in the morning. He looked absolutely dashing and handsome as hell.

In such a good mood, Charles crushed the cake in his hand into pieces.

Behind him is still his famous gossip girlfriend and assistant Delacour, and what's more exciting is that Greenglass and Miss Zhang are also there.The rest were Ministry employees that Charles hadn't seen.

James was completely blinded, and everyone around him stood up and applauded his father in excitement. If it weren't for the three beauties, he would have stood up very willingly.

"Miss Zhang!" Allen whispered to James, "Is she Mr. Potter's first love?!"

James covered his face. If there was a hole here, he would definitely get in. "I don't know, don't ask me, don't ask."

McGonagall winked happily at Snape, "Don't be like this Severus, this year will definitely be very interesting."

"Just wait for the Daily Prophet to be dominated by Potter's scandal." Severus said coldly.

McGonagall hugged his beloved student tightly, and after exchanging kisses, Harry drew out his wand, and moved an inconspicuous gray-black block in the center of the auditorium to the teachers' bench. Everyone watched his movements, and gradually fell silent. down.

"Goblet of Fire," Harry sighed, and the enclosing stones faded away, revealing the goblet gleaming with the jeweled light within.

Qiu silently watched the Goblet of Fire slowly reveal its full view, feeling bitter in his heart, and turned his face away.

Harry was silent for a while before raising his voice, "This is an eternal honor. The last great wizard to receive it was a Hogwarts student named Cedric Diggory."

Charles had to admit that Porter really had a way of coaxing ladies. Ms. Zhang's eyes were red. Although Zhang Qiu admitted her love for Porter under the influence of Veritaserum, she obviously couldn't forget it. This tragic first love boyfriend.

No matter how many scandals Potter had, he would write to his uncle.

"I believe you all understand the dangers of the Triwizard Tournament. For the safety of the warriors, the difficulty of this competition will be reduced. However, only students over the age of 15 can sign up—"

The young students booed dissatisfiedly, "Why!" "Mr. Potter! We want to die soon—" "Protest! Protest! Protest!"

Harry looked at McGonagall helplessly, and McGonagall shouted, "Silence—!"

Allen whispered to James who was lying on the table, "It seems that Mr. Potter and Ms. Zhang have a really good relationship."

"One more word, and I'll let you sleep with the snake every night." James hissed and threatened.

"Ahem," a well-dressed lady with a glamorous appearance walked up to Harry, "In order to prevent everyone from cheating, the Finance Department has added a punishment mechanism to this competition. Anyone who is caught cheating will be punished." fined 5000 Galleons."

Harry shrieked, "Lucius never told me that!"

Astoria rolled her eyes at him, "Come on, you don't know anything about money."

However, this trick was very effective, and the students who were booing just now all quieted down.

After the dinner, people from the Ministry of Magic had to attend the press conference, leaving only some professors and students in the auditorium.Charles soon waited for his owl, it should be said to be Ashley's owl Henry II, a package was tied to the owl's claws, and Charles' face turned black when he opened it. Attached is a small note, "Memorize it carefully, this is what Louise requested."

"You finally have an owl!" Dominique touched Henry II's feathers in admiration, "It's still a snowy owl, where did you get it!"

"It was smuggled from Siberia." Charles perfunctory, he was busy writing the letter, and he had already thought of the content, "Mr. Potter took great care of Ms. Zhang, and she was so moved that she burst into tears..."

"Little Mr. Walker! May I ask, where did you buy this owl?"

Inexplicably interrupted, Charles raised his head unhappily. It was the dull and gentle Professor Longbottom. His face softened a little, "It was smuggled from Siberia."

Neville frowned, "Siberia does not produce snowy owls."

Dominic coughs in embarrassment, wisely choosing to pretend he never asked the question.

"...This is Muggle high-tech... yes, artificial breeding." Charles rolled his eyes, quickly tied the finished letter to Henry II's foot, and let it fly away.

Neville's eyes were full of confusion, "She's so beautiful...and she looks familiar. Her name is Hedwig, right?"

"No, he is Henry II, the name of the former king of England."

"Okay, sorry to bother you." Professor Longbottom said apologetically, but left still full of doubts.

Dominic narrowed his eyes, "Hedwig? I seem to have read this name in that book—"

"It doesn't matter!" Charles cried. "Please, it's just a damned owl, a mouse-eating owl, and his name is Henry II. Don't look it up, and I owe you a favor."

"Calmdown..." Dominic surrendered, "Remember this favor."

"Damn it." Charles shook his head regretfully.

The eyes of the savior are burning with hatred, but unfortunately, he is just a waste, and can only be sadly tied to the tombstone.He looked at the dead Hufflepuff on the ground with pity, yes, he was pity, the death of a pure-blood wizard, what a pity.