[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

Snape said yes, he said he would poison the students before Christmas, and Harry was the one to be poisoned.

The conical potion bottle is the size of a palm, and the golden liquid seems to flow slowly in the palm of your hand through a layer of glass.

It's beautiful, intoxicatingly beautiful.

"Serling's venom is extracted from the poison glands of twelve kinds of magic lizards. Just one drop can poison 32 adult wizards."

The students whispered to each other stopped, replaced by a collective shudder.

Satisfied with the fear in the eyes of the little animals, Snape continued to say coldly: "But it's a pity, I have to make some adjustments in view of your poor potion level. The venom of Serling fused with the antweed potion can be very powerful. To reduce the toxicity to a certain degree, dizziness and nausea will not occur within an hour of taking it. Of course, if you don't get timely treatment, Merlin will be hopeless after twelve hours." Potion Professor Furui Wubo His eyes looked at their students lightly: each of them lowered their heads, and if they were not desks but sand in front of them, Snape had no doubt that these little trolls would bury their heads in it.He curled his lower lip slightly, and then clicked the messy black head among the heads of the group.

"Potter!" The urging sign followed, and as a last resort, under Snape's stalking, Harry drank the prepared drug in one gulp.

Blinking his mouth, Harry was surprised that this stuff tasted good.But before he had time to be happy for too long, his "off-site assistant" was called away by the students who came to notify the wand test.

Draco squeezed his hand funny, "The Godfather won't poison you."

Harry agreed, "True. But he'd let me poison myself."

For the first time, the blue-eyed Badger began to despair about his future life.Can he really do without Draco?Counting on his antidote, which is very likely to be comparable to the drug?

But no matter how sad he was, our Prince Slytherin left with a wave of his sleeves.

Draco followed the man who called him all the way up the stairs, and it didn't take long for them to reach their destination.

This is a small, unused classroom. All the desks and chairs have been piled to the back, and only five chairs are placed in the middle of a large open space.In one of the chairs sat Rita Gist, dressed in a magenta robe, scribbling with a quill pen and whispering to a woman with her back to Draco.

As usual, Viktor Krum didn't like to talk to people. He stood alone in the corner of the classroom, but he nodded when he saw Draco coming.

Fleur Delacour was talking to Weasley. To Draco's surprise, Beauxbaton, who had Veela blood, looked very happy. She kept shaking her head, making her long silver hair flash out. Eye-catching gloss.Draco knew that this was a signal of Veela's affection.

The man with the big camera next to him glanced frequently, jealousy flickered in the corner of his eyes.It was Ron, who was really overwhelmed by Furong's attention.

"Malfoy!" Ron jumped up when he saw Draco.He took a few quick steps forward, and for the first time: a Weasley grateful to see a Malfoy.

He motioned Draco to look in Ritagist's direction with his eyes, the expression on his face became very serious.Draco didn't know what Weasley's intention was, and his raised eyebrows slowly frowned.

that person……

"Master Malfoy." Rita Geist, who heard Ron's call, looked towards this side. She stood up and tried to show a pleasant smile, but unfortunately, her big chin face, which was painted with powder, looked at her. Looking even weirder, "It's a great honor to meet you, Master Malfoy." Rita complimented, "You are really a very good young man. As a Hogwarts warrior, I don't know if I can give you a little Small interview?"

Draco didn't say anything, just looked at her and sneered.

Unaware that Rita had no choice but to turn her attention to others, she immediately chose Ron, who was also quite a gimmick, among the remaining three people.

Rita, the heir of the Malfoy family, dare not go too far, but a Weasley is fine.Her thick, red-painted hands about two inches long grabbed Ron's arm, and before the red hair could say "no", she was pulled into a small broom next to her. compartment.

The door slammed shut, and with that, Draco saw the face of the lady whose back was turned to him earlier.

The sitting woman stood up, and she wanted to introduce herself to Draco but unfortunately tripped over the stool first.When she got up from the ground in a state of embarrassment, a pair of ordinary and unremarkable facial features appeared.

She rubbed her nose in embarrassment, and said with a smile, "Hello, I'm Bertha Jorkins. I'm currently the assistant to the director of the Department of Magical Sports, and I'll be in charge of the commentary for the Triwizard Tournament in the future."

Bertha Jorkins was notoriously brainless, and her buggy situation and social awkwardness got her kicked around by several departments of the Ministry of Magic.

During the summer vacation of the Quidditch World Cup, Voldemort, who was hiding in Tibet, met Bertha, who was on vacation in Albania. After several tortures, the worthless Bertha was killed by Voldemort himself.

But now, Bertha Jorkins is not dead. On the contrary, after Ludo Bagman was convicted, she replaced Bagman as one of the judges of the Triwizard Tournament.

At this point, Draco's eyes narrowed completely.

***

The broom compartment was very crowded, all the sundries were piled up, old cardboard boxes piled up to the ceiling.

"Honey, it's great to have a short interview with you," said Rita Kiester, sitting on an upside-down bucket.She took a handful of candles from an alligator purse, and with a flick of her wand, they lit them all.

"Sit down, honey," Rita said, letting Ron sit on a cardboard box as she let the candles float around them.

"You don't mind if I use a shorthand quill? That way I can talk to you faster..."

A long, dazzling green quill and a piece of parchment were spread out on the cardboard box between the two of them. The green quill immediately moved, and the tip of the pen stood on the parchment, trembling slightly.

Ron didn't know the power of Rita's shorthand quill, but he clearly knew the prestige that Rita made up.

"If I could, ma'am, I wouldn't want to be interviewed by you at all," he said dryly.

But Rita didn't seem to hear it, and the smile on her face became more obvious. Ron, who was sitting opposite, could see the three gold teeth in her mouth. Every time Rita smiled, her blood-red lips would make her blush. Goosebumps stand on hair.

"Let's get down to business," said Rita Kiester. "Come on, first question, Ron, what prompted you—well, Draco Malfoy to take part in the Triwizard Tournament."

"I have no comment on that," said Ron.

"Is it because of your reputation? Do you want to further increase your prestige?" Rita said nonchalantly, "Now the magic world calls you the Little Big Four. Do you want to further expand your ambitions?"

Ron glanced at the beetle-like woman in disbelief, "I think your imagination is a bit outrageous, ma'am. I really don't like this way, and I hope the interview will end now."

Rita grabbed his arm, her bright red clawed hands surprisingly strong. "Just a few questions, honey, and I promise it won't be too long."

The female reporter persuaded softly, and for a while, Ron was a little undecided.He could only sit down again in a muffled voice, and answered Rita Kister's few questions that were not out of line.

The shorthand quill is the non-stop recorder, and the only sound of rustling writing and their talking can be heard in the quiet compartment.

At this moment, Rita Kist suddenly raised her glasses: "How is the relationship between Harry Potter and you? Do you hate him?"

"Why are you asking that?" Ron said warily.

"As far as I know, you rushed to Hufflepuff's lounge on the night the Goblet of Fire selected the champion. From what witnesses saw at the time, you seem to be very dissatisfied with Harry Potter?"

Of course dissatisfied!

Thinking of what happened that day, Ron wanted to bite Harry a few bites!All he could think about at the time was to find his buddies to make a good fortune, and he remembered the way the Hufflepuffs entered the cellar: at the bottom of the basement, beneath a still-life portrait of fine wine, there were ten piles of Several barrels.When the Hufflepuffs tap in a special rhythm, the portrait will hang open, revealing the tunnel leading to Hufflepuff.

He had seen the way Harry entered and remembered it clearly, but he didn't expect to be doused in vinegar by the barrel when it was his turn.

"Hufflepuff's common room has not been entered by outsiders for 1000 years. If you want me, why don't you let the owl bring me a letter?"

This was Harry's answer, and the blue-eyed badger just sighed when facing his jealous friend.

Thinking of this, Ron's expression was ugly.

The cloudy expression on the red-haired Weasley's face made Rita excited, and the quill in his hand swished and swished back and forth like an ice skate.

"Is it because of jealousy? Are you jealous of Harry Potter's brilliance? He overshadows you and you're just a sidekick to him...so that's why you're in the competition. You're a Hogwarts warrior but Harry Not Potter, you finally have a chance to beat him, don't you?"

Ron looked at this woman like a monster, he thought, he can no longer stay in the same space with the big beetle.

"When you hate someone, will you still stay with him?" He rolled his eyes depressedly, opened the door next to him, and never gave Rita Kistor any chance to catch him.

But what Ron never expected was that after he left, Rita Kiester's shorthand quill began to shake like chicken blood.

The previously recorded parchment was removed by Rita and replaced by a new article——

Save the Boy - A battle between two Hogwarts warriors.

The author has something to say:

Bertha was still Bertha, only not dead.That she's not dead means...

I've already thought about Ron's method of dealing with dragons. It belongs to the young master. I haven't figured it out yet. Will it be too exaggerated if I let the young master awaken the bloodline? I'm thinking about it. Do you still remember Merlin and his twelve warriors, the Malfoy family? The elven blood of is one of them. (Looks like I have spoiled it, um, but it doesn't affect)