Soul shaping

Blinking, he seemed to see something strange.Three people were hung high in the sky, standing upside down with terrified faces.They didn't seem to understand what was going on, and they shouted meaninglessly, but they only attracted laughter from a group of masked men in black below.

"That's..." Harry's voice trembled.

"That's the Muggle family who run the canteen." He looked at Riddle, but found that his expression was indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Go and save them!" Harry yelled at him.The pajama pants of a woman hanging in the sky fell off, revealing colorful underwear.

But Riddle just shook his head, not seeming to be affected by his emotions at all: "I need to know which group of forces is doing the trouble."

Harry stared at him unreasonably, and asked, "Is this more important than those three Muggles being played with? There is also a child on it, they...they are innocent at all!"

Riddle frowned, trying to explain his opinion to him: "If I rescue them now, you will be targeted by that group of people. This farce will not last long, and people from the Ministry of Magic will come soon dealt with."

Harry knew he was right, but he couldn't ignore the indifference on Riddle's face at that moment.He understood that although he was doing this out of overall consideration, in his heart he was still contemptuous and even hostile to Muggles.

Even if he no longer persistently pursues power and immortality, it is only a temporary compromise, and they are still fundamentally different.His cruelty and indifference are just hidden and never revealed, but it doesn't mean they don't exist.

He looked at Riddle's profile.The boy's handsome face was outlined sharply by the cold moonlight, the dark and profound pupils reflected the wind and the twinkling stars, and the old black school uniform fluttered gently with the wind.The shadows of overlapping trees fell on his white cheeks, he was exquisite and noble, yet strange and distant, as if he came from another world.

He suddenly felt that everything was so illusory and fragile, like an adventure in a dream.Even standing next to him was filled with deadly hallucinations.

How he was attracted by him, and how he fell in love with him like a moth to a flame, suddenly intersected like rain and fog, and he couldn't remember it anymore.

"Harry, go forward. There seems to be something moving in the woods." Riddle said, he turned his head and frowned slightly, "What's wrong with you?"

Harry forced a smile and shook his head: "No...it's nothing."

He walked forward quickly as if trying to cover up something, and finally ran, the cold air rushed into his throat, as painful as a knife cut.

He ignored Riddle's yelling behind him, and ran into the jungle in a hurry, his heart was in a mess, and he didn't know how to sort it out.

He is no longer that unscrupulous Voldemort, no longer that dark lord who regards human life as nothing, no longer that cold-blooded man...but there is always his dark shadow on him.

He didn't care about it at first, maybe it was broken today, and he suddenly became pessimistic... But seeing the three Muggles being hung in the air and being played wantonly, showing helpless and fearful expressions, he couldn't calm down in his heart.

Who gave them such power to bully innocent people at will?And who gave them this idea that they are superior to others?

Harry would never understand.

"Master, it seems that some Death Eaters did it..." A faint conversation came from the jungle not far away.

"Oh, is that so? I didn't know I had so many servants at large..." The voice was cold and terrifying, without a trace of warmth, only the cruelty and ruthlessness that pierced the heart, as if coming from the depths of the dark snake's belly.

Harry stopped abruptly and stood there, speechless.His feet trembled and he almost fell to the ground, but he still stepped on a branch.

"Who is it?" The voice suddenly rose, followed by the rapid sound of clothes and pants rubbing against leaves, getting closer and louder, a group of black shadows were swaying towards here, and the blue shadow was dragging behind on the lawn...

Harry's blood was pouring backwards all over his body, his feet couldn't move a step, and his hands seemed to be frozen as if he couldn't move.

Move... move... either run or draw your wand, please move...!He shouted crazily from the bottom of his heart, his voice was hoarse, but his body still didn't listen.

A white light passed by, and shot at the swaying black shadow.He saw the black figure flash to one side and also emit a white light.

A figure stood in front of him, tall and slender, full of indomitable momentum.He waved his magic wand, and beams of light of various colors shot towards the opposite side almost without interruption, like an endless aurora fireworks, illuminating the surrounding tree trunks and igniting the boy's cold face.

Harry had never seen such a cold, angry and gloomy expression on his face, but it was extremely dignified, as if he was not completely sure of winning over that person.

The jacket fluttered in the wind, and his arms opened and closed, performing a battle like a vivid dance with hidden murderous intentions.Harry stared at his back in bewilderment.He squatted down slowly, lowering his eyes in pain.

Why?Why?Why is everything so unreal...why?

All this is obviously true...but why...

Feeling something beating in the corner of his eyes, he raised his head, and the green light was reflected on his pale face, twisting and wriggling, like little snakes twisting constantly, biting each other's tails and stirring together.

The green skull floating in mid-air spat out snake letters, as if mercilessly laughing at his wavering.

He knelt down silently.This is real.

He seemed to have had a long dream.In the dream, black and white were reversed, and right and wrong were confused. People sang at the funeral, singing loudly the glory of eternal demons, and cursing the angels standing on the altar.

In the dream, the Slytherin boy took out Gryffindor's sword, and the man who should have died was reborn in the diary.In the dream, I fell in love with the person I shouldn't love the most.

They fell into boundless karmic fire, frost hell, lost and sunk in countless identical faces.

He turned his head and looked at the lover for whom he had abandoned everything——

He has the same face as a nightmare.

Harry opened his eyes.He can't tell the difference between dream and reality, which one is awake and which one is sleeping.

But he obviously only has one...but he has several.

He rubbed his head, gradually recovering.He knew it was not a dream, but reality.

"You're awake." There was a familiar voice next to my ear.Harry trembled when he heard the voice, Riddle reached out his hand, but Harry opened it reflexively.

He curled up like a frightened little animal, his eyes dodging.

"What's the matter?" Riddle frowned deeply. Although Harry often resisted a little when making out with him, he had never resisted like this time. "Is it because of the Dark Mark?"

"No... no, in short you... let me be quiet first." He muttered, shaking his head desperately, not letting him approach.

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☆, crash

Riddle crossed his hands, thought for a while, and seemed to understand something: "Harry, is it because my attitude towards Muggles makes you very unhappy?"

Harry froze.

Riddle sighed: "Tell me, Harry, what kind of person do you think I am?"

"……what?"

"I thought you knew very well that I am not a good person, nor a good stubble. If someone pissed me off, I would pay it back a thousand times. If someone stood in my way, I would destroy him and move on. I I will get what I want, no matter what means I use. I don't care what people think of me, because the thoughts are theirs. As for how I think of others, how I think of wizards and Muggles...Harry, don't you know that Riddle looked at him tenderly, but his eyes were so natural and cruel, "So Harry, if you want to escape from me, I will definitely catch you back and tie you by my side, no matter what method I use."

"...enough. I don't want to hear it," he whispered.

"Harry."

"I don't want to see you now." He staggered up and walked out, but Riddle grabbed him.Harry was about to shake him off, but at that moment he met his eyes, the cold fury almost froze his blood, filled with a cruelty he had never seen before.

He pushed him against the wall and blocked his lips almost angrily, but the boy resisted fiercely like never before.

"Go away—!" Harry desperately turned his head and tried to avoid it, but the other party was chasing him, clasping his fingers almost embedded in his body.

The smell of blood diffused in his mouth, he lowered his head, and bit his neck cruelly, leaving deep red pain marks on it.

With his hands imprisoned by him and unable to move, Harry raised his leg to kick him, but he grabbed his calf, hugged him on his knees, and threw him on the bed.As soon as he stood up, Riddle pressed down. He tore his pajamas while kissing him forcefully, his actions were so rough that he was deeply terrified, as if he was about to be torn to pieces by him.

"Let me go!" he yelled, but the other party didn't move at all, but just sealed his mouth tightly and swallowed all his words into his throat.

Harry slapped him hard on the back and kicked his legs. Riddle pulled his legs away and put them on his waist, and caressed his whole body wantonly with his palms. All the deep anger turned into an indelible brand and penetrated into every corner of his body, and he will never be freed for eternity.

Harry's consciousness gradually became drowsy, and he struggled less and less.Riddle gradually relaxed his strength and began to take off his shirt.

Feeling something suddenly, Harry's whole body tensed up instantly.He widened his eyes and looked at the person on him in disbelief: "You—"

The boy looked at him silently, his eyes dark and dull.

"If you dare - dare - dare to do that, I will never - never forgive you!" He was terrified, his voice trembled, and he almost roared out these words.The next second he was kissed.

The kiss was neither crazy nor aggressive, it was just a simple press of the lips, and it was gone as soon as it was touched.

Riddle stretched out his cold fingers, straightened his damp bangs, and gently stroked the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

It was his masterpiece, and he had to be his.

"Harry, you forgot." His voice was extremely gentle, like warm water enveloping him, "We are destined to be entangled in this life."

Hermione and Ron stood outside the door.They looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.Hermione gritted her teeth and knocked on the door: "Harry, are you awake?"

In the middle of the night last night, they were awakened by the noise outside, and as soon as they stepped out of the tent, they saw the huge Dark Mark suspended in midair.The dark green light was reflected on every frightened and pale face, like a living sacrifice that had been sleeping for a long time and finally woke up.

Mr. Weasley hurried off to communicate with the Ministry of Magic officials, who remained uncomfortably in the crowd, listening to the flurry of whispers.

Then Riddle appeared and led them to the unconscious Harry.They carried Harry back to the tent and put him on the bed.

"What happened, Riddle?" Hermione demanded.This chaotic situation had to make her have some bad guesses.

"'He' showed up, right here in the woods," he said bluntly.

"Does that mean you didn't release the Dark Mark?" Hermione stared into his eyes, and at this moment she couldn't care less about the consequences of talking to him like this, she just wanted to know the truth.

"Of course not me, why would I do this?" Riddle asked back, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Harry, but after he wakes up, I'm going to take care of him now."

"Wait, who knows if you're going to tamper with his memory?" Hermione stopped him, she knew she was speculating on this man's mind with the utmost malice, but she had to.The situation is more critical than she imagined.

"I would never do that," was all the boy said, before turning and walking into the bedroom.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other.

"Harry will be all right?" Ron said uncertainly.

Hermione bit her lower lip and didn't answer.Her hands were shaking.

When Mr. Weasley came back, he told them that there had been vicious incidents of Death Eaters bullying Muggles in the woods, and now they were modifying the memories of those injured Muggles.

"What's with the Dark Mark?" Ron asked.

Weasley shook his head: "It hasn't been found out who did it. Some people said that they heard the sound of fighting in the woods, but when they went there, there was nothing."

Everyone fell silent.

"By the way, where's Harry?" Mr. Weasley suddenly remembered something and asked.

"He... he's still sleeping in his room," Hermione explained, stammering.

At this time, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and the door of Harry's room was still not opened.

"Hermione, knock on the door again. If it doesn't open, we'll force our way in." Ron suppressed his fear of Riddle and said seriously.

"Okay." She nodded, and was about to continue knocking on the door when the door opened a small crack.Startled, they both took a step back.

Riddle stood in front of them expressionlessly, with no trace of warmth in his eyes.He glanced out and asked, "Is anyone in the living room?"

Hermione quietly looked through the crack of the door, faintly touched the taboo, quickly looked away, and replied meaningfully: "There are people. There are also people in the toilet."

Riddle nodded: "Wait a minute." He closed the door in front of them.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other again.

"What... what's going on?" Ron's voice trembled a little, "Hermione, did you see clearly?"

"...We'd better ask Harry later." Hermione said solemnly.

When Riddle opened the door again, everything was tidied up.Harry sat neatly on the edge of the bed, head bowed.He rested his elbows on his thighs, his fingertips digging into his hair.

"Harry..." Hermione and Ron sat down on both sides of him, and Ron wanted to put his shoulders on his shoulders, but he subconsciously dodged it.

"Ah, it's you..." Harry raised his head slowly, forcing a smile.He looked very haggard, his eyes darkened.

"Harry, he... What the hell is wrong with you?" Hermione saw the dense marks on his neck at a glance, layer by layer, which was horrible.She turned her face away.

Harry caught her gaze and dropped his head even further.

"Don't tell them." His voice was low.

"Harry..." Ron looked at him, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and his finger bones snapped, "I'm going to kill him, don't stop me! How could he——I knew it a long time ago, I already knew!"

"Ron, calm down!" Hermione quickly stood up and grabbed him.

"Ron. Hermione."

The two stopped their movements at the same time and turned their heads.

"Are you saying that I was wrong?...I should be wrong." Harry's voice was very low, so fragile that it hurt, as if a cold wind was pouring into his throat, he lingered in the corridor.

☆、Tangled friends

"Harry..."

"I'm so self righteous. I thought I could change him, I thought I had changed him. But it's just my fantasy, it's just my wishful thinking. He's still him, I'm still me, nothing has changed...I don't know What connects us together." He paused, coughed a few times, and continued, "I'm even a little confused, why would I fall in love with him, and why would he fall in love with me again... the relationship between us The chasm is so deep...it's almost impossible to bridge. It's not just time, experience, but a difference in perception. I didn't realize it all the time."

"Harry..." Hermione called out in pain, but she didn't know how to persuade her.

"Maybe I shouldn't try to change a person. In fact, I know, I know what he is like, I just ignored it on purpose... This castle is too fragile, it can collapse with a light touch... ..." He trembled more and more as he spoke, the words stuck in his throat.

Ron didn't speak, but just hugged his best friend's shoulder.Hermione's eyes were red.

"Harry, what are you... what are you going to do?"

"……I have no idea."

"You...do you still love him?"

The boy was silent for a long time without answering.He fumbled in his pocket, carefully took out the locket, and placed it in Hermione's palm.

"Give it to Draco. I think I need some quiet."

--do you still love me?

The person in the dream has the same face as the nightmare.His hands and feet turned black and white, and his torso was scattered in gray.Only those eyes stared at him for a long time, staring forever.

The answer in his heart was too clear, but he couldn't say it.

In the days that followed, Harry seemed to be back to normal.He took part in their discussions about the Dark Mark with ease, laughed at Ron's not-so-funny jokes, corresponded with Draco with gusto...but Hermione felt a deep dissonance in him. sense and camouflage.

She just sighed and didn't try to expose it.Every time she mentioned this matter to Harry obliquely, the other party would change the subject without leaving a trace, so she had to give up.

"...Harry never wanted to discuss it with me, and I don't know what happened to make him like this. While I've always felt weird that he was with Riddle, I respect him However, I thought that since he had made such a choice, he should have been equally prepared... I thought he knew what kind of person Riddle was with him. Now that I think about it, it might have been Preconceived ideas are too strong, and Riddle has shown enough softness in front of him. Neither of them has actually fully resolved their conflicts with each other. But Harry should know it himself... I hope he can Find a suitable way to deal with it," Hermione wrote in a letter to Draco.

One of the main reasons for their increased correspondence lately was the sudden chill between Harry and Riddle.Both expressed their distress.

"...I asked the master, and he said that they really need to calm down. The master said that he did nothing wrong, so he will definitely not apologize. I don't know what he was referring to... Actually, he was talking to the master. During the conversation, he rarely mentioned the problem of differences of opinion. He seemed to think that Harry was traumatized by another thing, but he never told me.

As for what you said earlier about Harry giving up on himself, the situation may not be as bad as you imagined.The owner said that there was only a little friction between them, and he could understand the sentimentality of adolescent boys... I don't understand what this sentence means, it's weird.

Also, I don't think the owner cares as much as he makes out.He sometimes gets angry for no reason, and always accuses me of not doing well enough... This situation began when I received the first letter from Harry after I started school.To be honest, I don't see anything wrong with that letter, he wrote it very cheerfully.Was it because he didn't mention the master a word?It doesn't seem to be... Anyway, I am the one who got angry and suffered the master.

By the way, the master said that he can feel some breaths of other Horcruxes here, but he is not sure about the specific location. "

In the letter, Draco described his journey with his master day and night, and said that he never wanted to wear the locket again.

"I hope you come over soon so I can return the locket," he wrote. "The master is getting more irritable every day and I think only Harry can heal him."

With a long sigh, Hermione put away her quill and ink.She felt that it was really difficult for someone like her who had never been in love to mediate a pair of quarreling lovers.

Oh, and by the way, she thought she might know what the "other thing" Draco was talking about...

"Oh, Merlin, I'm really going crazy."

Three months passed in a flash, like a fleeting moment.Soon in October, the five candidates for the Triwizard Tournament and two junior students who came to observe will take a Thestral car to the mysterious Durmstrang.

The day before departure, Hermione found Harry who was reading a book in the lounge—she couldn't believe that he hadn't packed his luggage when he was going to set off the next morning.

"I don't want to go." He yawned and put down the extracurricular books in his hand.

"What do you mean?"

"That's what it means on the surface."

"Have you — have you forgotten why you're going to Durmstrang?" Hermione glared at him. "You're not going there for a tour, Harry. You're going to find other Horcruxes and help Riddle shape Soul, and now you say you won’t go?”

"Ah, I know. I know...so I'll just say it." He rubbed his eyes and stretched.Hermione glanced at the book he was reading, it was "Memorabilia of Modern Wizards".

"I'll help you pack your luggage together." She didn't say much.

"Hey, this is the boys' dormitory!"

"So what? Girls can enter the boys' dormitory."

When Hermione came to Harry's bedroom and explained her purpose, Ron also got out of bed and came to help pack the luggage.

"You guys are going to stay there for more than six months, right? I heard you won't be back until the end of the school year." Ron said with emotion, "I think you have to bring your winter and summer clothes... Wow, Harry, you still have the ones I sent you." This looking glass of yours?"

Harry looked over at him as Ron waved the looking glass he'd been given for his birthday.The edge of the looking glass has been worn and rusted, but it is still bright and discernible.

"Uh, yeah..." Harry replied casually.He thought of that distant summer vacation again, which was actually not far away, but he just felt as if a century had passed.

By the way, at that time...

He walked quickly to the bed, took his schoolbag and rummaged through it vigorously, and took out a beautiful badge from the side interlayer.His initials on the badge are still clear and bright.He gently scraped the smooth surface with his fingertips, and the two English letters lit up for a moment, then shook, forming a map in front of his eyes.

A castle is outlined on the map, and each area is marked with the name of the place.

And in an area marked "Fourth Grade Boys' Dormitory," a red dot was blinking.

Harry suddenly realized that this was Durmstrang's map.So the red dot is obviously... Riddle.

His heart suddenly beat uncontrollably.

Saying he doesn't miss him would be an absolute lie, how could he miss him, he thinks about him almost all the time, especially now that he has infiltrated every corner of his life.

No one woke him up in the morning, and his comments and complaints were no longer heard in class. He tossed and turned, only to feel that the bed was empty and cold, and there was nowhere to hug and comfort him.

He missed him like crazy, but was also terribly afraid to see him again.

He didn't know how to face him, and it was difficult to think about this problem both physically and mentally.

At the end of the day, he was completely unconscious, and although he didn't feel any pain when he woke up—should he say that his healing magic was very good—but every time he recalled that experience, he only felt ashamed and angry, and his whole being was subverted .

Not to mention the mental torment.

More than once he felt that he was naive and ridiculous, and this time it was even more so.

He said that he would help him, protect him well, and not leave him alone, because he felt that he was different from that cold-blooded man, he was his Riddle.

— But is it really different?Isn't he cold-blooded and cruel?

——Just because he fell in love with you, he will not hurt you or deceive you anymore, so you deceive yourself into thinking that he has become kind.

——Ask yourself, is the one you are in love with really the real one?

He was speechless.He didn't even know if the choice he made resolutely before was right, or if it was the product of naivety and ignorance again.

Harry sighed and closed his eyes.

But he still misses him.

The author has something to say: Let’s play Werewolf in the Triwizard Tournament (it’s quite interesting when you think about it

☆、The correct way to use contract magic

On the other hand, Durmstrang.

Draco was sitting on the bed in the dormitory, with a fold-out table, and several stacks of books borrowed from the library beside him.

He is writing a paper called "On the Middle Ground between White Magic and Black Magic" due tomorrow, and the several balls of waste paper thrown aside on the table can show how dissatisfied he is with his homework. satisfy.

In front of him, a boy with almost only black and white body was sitting cross-legged, staring at him coldly.

Being stared at for homework was an uncomfortable thing, but Draco was almost used to it—anyone would get used to being stared at for three months, he thought.

Under the banner of "supervising the servant's study", Riddle set inhumane learning requirements for Draco - this is Draco's own statement, and Riddle thinks it is reasonable - study requirements, and personally inspected.He would review all the assignments that Draco handed in first, and he would mercilessly criticize and ask for rewriting.

When he was grading the homework for the first time, Draco wrote five versions of a simple essay. During this period, he heard all kinds of vitriolic ridicules from Riddle, and Draco was so angry that he almost threw the locket out It was—he was still cowardly at the last moment.

The consequence of this is that Draco has to set aside at least seven hours a day for homework... and usually he has to get up early to go for a morning run, attend classes on time and participate in organizational activities, he is busy and exhausted every day, and goes to bed at night.

An owl flew out of the window with fluttering wings and landed on his bedside table.Before Draco could react, Riddle took out the envelope with a wave of his wand.

"It's Hermione's letter." He glanced at it briefly, and put the envelope on the table.

Draco nodded, put down the pen, and opened the letter swiftly.

After browsing the entire letter in less than 30 seconds, he raised his head and looked at Riddle: "They will gather tomorrow morning and leave at noon. They will arrive here at about six o'clock in the evening."

"Well, what else?" Riddle didn't show any emotion.

"Hermione said Harry didn't want to come." Draco knew it was going to be bad after saying this, and the boy's face darkened immediately.

"Any more?"

"No... nothing important." Draco forced himself to calm down.He observed Riddle's face, and the latter didn't seem overly annoyed, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

However, his face changed in the next second.

"Go to the Duel Tower after finishing the thesis." Riddle said calmly.

"No..." Draco groaned.Durmstrang pays great attention to wizard duel skills, and has two duel classes every week, and the senior sister of "Silver Snake" will occasionally take him to train.He didn't dislike duels, and even found them exciting.

But a duel with Riddle is another matter!That's not a level at all, is it!Although he was clearly releasing water, it still couldn't change the fact that he was crushed.

Draco thought it was such a luxury for a fourth year student to have the Dark Lord as his dueling partner, and he'd rather let someone else... just kidding, Riddle would die if he heard that.

"Master, do you treat Harry the same way?" Draco asked.His subtext is nothing more than "How can he stand you like you", or "I suddenly understand that he abandons you", or "I think you just deserve it".

"...Do you want more training?" The boy raised his eyebrows.

"I'm writing a thesis." Draco immediately shut up, lowered his head and studied hard.

Draco fell silent, while Riddle was lost in thought.

If it was Harry... he would sit behind him, hug his waist, rest his head on his shoulder or against his cheek, and guide him slowly and carefully in his ear, letting his skin feel the warmth of his The breath blows and a blush emerges.Harry would probably push him away in exasperation before writing a few lines, and he could grab his wrist and kiss him deeply, pin him on the table and do whatever he wanted... even if the paper couldn't be finished , he can finish the writing for him, and the extra time will be used to make love to death.

As he thought about it, his heart roared again, ready to move, out of control.

Riddle got up solemnly: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Draco: "???"

After a simple solution, he stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at his own face in the mirror.He had a natural faux pas of endearing humility, grace, and understanding.But he couldn't fool the boy.

He didn't care what Harry would become, what kind of person he would become.He just needs to be by his side.

But Harry clearly cared.

He didn't know who was more disappointing, and he couldn't judge right from wrong.

"...If you love me, you should accept all of me, including flaws and filth, shouldn't you?" He murmured, looking down at his slender, pale fingers.He took out his wand from his pocket and chanted in a low voice, the red light on the wand lit up circle by circle, extending the light in the air.

He gently stroked the base of his little finger, where there was an unforgettable bright red circle.The red line moved and extended to the far other end.

He knew that tonight, he would have the best dreams.

Harry swore he had never had such a bad dream.

It wasn't the first time he had dreamed of Riddle, in fact, he had often met him in dreams during these three months, but none of the situations were so... so... outrageous.

The whole dream was almost a replay of the madness of that day, but this time it was more verbose and clear, and he couldn't faint in the dream at all.Several times he was about to lose consciousness, but for some reason he was dragged back to continue this sinking love.

how so……?Why is he dreaming of these?Harry once read a book that interprets dreams. The book explains that the scenes in the dream are assembled from fragments of people's memory, which means that the things he dreams are all things he has seen before. , even though he probably didn't care.

...Has he ever seen those strange postures before? !

Harry felt that his three views were about to collapse.

However, he didn't have time to dwell on this dream, because Hermione had already come to report with him.

Ron helped him carry his luggage out of the lounge, and they met many classmates who saw him off along the way.They all expressed their envy to Harry and Hermione, and looked forward to their return.Harry said goodbye to them all.

"Hey, don't forget to bring me a signed photo of Krum!" Ron waved his hands vigorously behind them, his face full of reluctance.

Harry waved vigorously at him too.He slowly lowered his arms until he could no longer be seen, but his eyes were still looking at the smaller and smaller houses and streets below him.

He realized that this was the first time he had come to a foreign country to face completely different people and scenery.His heart was both terrified and excited.

The author has something to say: the topic is already transparent...for the sake of content, this chapter is relatively short and will be added in the next chapter

☆、Hermione's small class starts

The five warrior candidates all seemed a little nervous, and Angelina kept talking to Harry and Hermione, discussing possible projects for the Triwizard Tournament.

"Generally speaking, the first project is to fight against a magical creature. The second project is to test the wizard's ability to respond and survive in a different environment. The third project is generally a large-scale comprehensive project." Hehe Min concluded.

Both Harry and Angelina looked at her with adoring eyes.

"The magical creatures they have chosen in the past have been different in size and variety, and their dangers are also different, but none of the missions let you kill this magical creature. Most of the time, they let you subdue it—— This one is more difficult, or trick it, walk past it, etc..."

Gradually, several other warriors also gathered around Hermione, nodded incessantly, and began to take notes like a group of students listening to a class.They looked at Hermione with expectant expressions on their faces. This was a scene she had never expected, which made her stutter a little.

"Well, survival in a different environment still requires a specific analysis of the specific environment. Generally speaking, since the Triwizard Tournament is held in the school, they will choose a certain location in the school