[hp] The struggle of a tortoise named Potter

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☆、Delicious butter beer

Under a series of pressures such as courses, competitions, and unfriendly atmosphere, Daile looked forward to Hogsmeade even more.All she wanted was to bury herself in the dirty but squishy seats of the Three Broomsticks and ask the pretty barmaid to serve her a dozen butterbeers.The night before Hogsmeade, when Dill and Hannah were about to go back to the lounge through the wine barrels, a palm-sized sparrow hawk crookedly fell from the sky and dropped a huge envelope that did not match its size. Throw it over Del's head.

"Oh my god, it's so cute," Hannah held out her hand, letting the tiny bird rest on her finger. "Who sent you, little one?"

"It's Sirius," Daier opened the envelope, while stepping slightly away from her friend, "Oh, he said he wants to meet us tomorrow, in the Three Broomsticks bar!"

"Your godfather?" Hannah asked with great interest. "Speaking of which, I haven't seen him in real life yet."

"We can go together," Dill folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. "He said he would buy us something to drink."

The appointment with Sirius was in the afternoon, so everyone had plenty of time to visit their favorite places.The children who have just entered the third grade are very interested in all the shops, while the fourth graders prefer to go straight to their favorite shops.For Dale, of course it was the Potions Shop.

"Why don't you go for a walk with Ginny and the others, like to see Earl Honey?" Draco crossed his arms and stared fiercely at Dill's little tail.

"Because I like potions too." Lisa picked up a dry wooden stick, turned around and ran to Daier and asked curiously, "Is this charcoal? Is it also a potion material?"

"Uh, that's dried weasel droppings..."

Draco laughed embarrassingly.

After wandering around for a long time, when the sun was westward, the friends scattered in every corner of Hogsmeade began to gather at the Three Broomsticks bar.When Del pushed open the bar door and smelled the aroma of alcohol in the air, she felt refreshed.In front of the bar, a tall and handsome man turned around and waved towards the door. It was Sirius Black.I haven't seen him for a while, and he has a lot of stubble on his face, but this doesn't affect his handsomeness at all, but adds a little unruly temperament to him.His eyes are still deep and energetic, as if no difficulty can stump him.

"Had a nice day, didn't you?" He motioned for Del to sit next to him. "Dile, Draco, and who is this lovely lady?"

"I'm Lisa Doria," Lisa smiled. She nodded to Sirius, as if it was someone else who stomped Draco and pushed Harry down. "Are you Mr. Black? I mentioned you, and I'm almost jealous of her having such a loving godfather."

Sirius looked at Lisa curiously again, "From Doria's family? So, you are the apple of their eye. Nice to meet you——Harry! Why is it so late?"

Dill turned her head and saw that the Gryffindor trio, Hannah, and Ernie had all appeared at the door of the bar.The Three Broomsticks bar suddenly became a bit crowded. Under the coordination of Ms. Rosmerta, a group of them finally found a table to accommodate everyone.

After taking a tray of butterbeer from Ms. Rosmerta, Sirius went straight to the point, "Are you really going to the Triwizard Tournament?"

Oh, this question again.Dai'er nodded grimly, "Yes, and I didn't sign up, and I don't know how my name was spit out by the Goblet of Fire."

"This is the crux of the problem," Sirius looked worried, "promise me, you will always be careful and never try to be brave."

Dai'er sighed, "I definitely won't."

"But why can't they let Dill retire?" Harry asked, frowning, "Even if there are any rules, they can be changed."

"That's what I want to know too," Draco said with distrust in his tone, "It's like they want Del to compete."

"Don't say that," Sirius was obviously taken aback. "Dumbledore would never put the students in danger! Let alone Dill?" But he couldn't help but also began to doubt. What did the old headmaster say when he was in Lido? 'We will be ready for anything'.

But what exactly?

Dai'er picked up the glass and poured herself a big gulp of butter beer, letting the alcohol temporarily drive away the messy thoughts in her mind, "It's okay, the big deal is to surrender, um, it's no different from my quitting the game."

"What? That's not okay!" said Ron. "You're a Hogwarts champion!"

"Don't we already have Cedric?" Dale asked, staring. "I'm just an extra."

"Unfortunately, Ron is right," Sirius said apologetically, "the news that a total of four warriors participated in the Triwizard Tournament has been spread, and everyone is paying attention to you. If you abstain like that, the whole Hogwarts would be a laughingstock."

"If Dai'er is serious, they won't be enough." Lisa raised her glass to Dai'er, "I wish you success!"

Dai'er clinked glasses with Lisa, this time she almost drank the wine in the glass, and hiccupped lightly, "Thank you, I feel less nervous." Isn't it just a competition, she has a certain meaning The woman who contributed to the rise of the new devil king, eh!She turned to the bar. "Ms. Rosmerta, please serve us another dozen butterbeers! Charge it to my account!"

"You forgot, today is my treat," Sirius smiled, "and I always wanted to ask, Dai'er, where did you get so much money..."

"Daier, you've had two drinks, are you sure you want to continue?" Hannah said anxiously.

"What?" asked Sirius.

"Dale's drinking capacity," explained Hermione, "she's not very good at drinking."

Just as Dai'er was about to refute, she heard a rough and familiar voice from behind.Everyone turned their heads and found that Hagrid's huge body almost blocked the entire entrance of the bar.Hagrid was very happy to see Harry and his group, but at the same time he was a little nervous.

"Oh, you're all here," he looked around with his small eyes almost covered by his beard, "Sirius? Oh Merlin..."

He walked quickly towards them, knocking over two chairs, a dwarf, and three bottles of rum, before finally hugging Sirius who stood up.Sirius was obviously also very happy to see this former friend, "Sorry, I haven't been able to make time to see you since I got out of prison, Hagrid...we have to have a good drink."

"Of course, of course," said Hagrid, and patted Sirius on the back vigorously, "Look who this is?" He looked behind him, and everyone noticed that Hagrid's tall figure was still blocking the others. a character.

"Crazy—Moody, Professor Moody," Sirius was taken aback, "I've known you for a long time, and I heard that you teach at Hogwarts. These little guys are lucky."

Sirius didn't notice that his godson, goddaughter and nephew all put on expressions of facing the enemy.

"A small gathering of relatives and friends, isn't it?" Under the dim light of the bar, Moody's furrowed face looked even more ferocious, and his magic eyes twitched slightly to look at everyone present, focusing on Dai'er. moment.

"Yes," Sirius greeted enthusiastically, "why don't we sit together? We've got plenty of wine."

"It's so easy to poison unattended wine, Blake," Mad-Eye Moody pulled out his small flagon, twisted off the lid, and took a sip. "No risk—what are you doing?"

Although the alcohol had begun to numb Dai'er's senses, the moment Moody turned the flagon off, she still smelled a distinctive scent in the room full of alcohol.She leaned over, confused and tried to get closer to Professor Moody, "I seem to smell leeches... Do you know Kyle?"

"She's drunk, Professor Moody," Hannah immediately grabbed Dale by the collar of her wizard robe and pulled her back to her seat. "She didn't mean to."

But obviously Mad-Eye Moody was in a bad mood by Dill's actions. When Hagrid proposed to sit with Sirius and the others, Moody coldly reminded him that time was running out.Hagrid had to hug Sirius again with regret, and bid farewell to the children.

"But they just walked into the bar," Harry frowned after Moody and Hagrid disappeared at the door of the bar one after the other, "what's the rush?"

"Maybe it's the guarding work for the Triwizard Tournament," Sirius guessed, blinking, he turned to Daile and said, "When I hugged Hagrid just now, he asked me to tell you to go to his cabin at midnight tonight, and Don't forget to wear the invisibility cloak."

"Invisibility cloak?" Harry felt something was wrong, "Why emphasize this?"

"Midnight? Why?" Del asked.

Sirius shrugged. "Maybe he wants to take you into the Forbidden Forest to see unicorns give birth or something?"

"I don't think those are the most critical issues. The most important thing is, are you sure that Dai'er can last until then?" Draco looked at the cup in Dai'er's hand, it was fine, and another one was empty.

"Well, let me do it then," Harry volunteered, "telling me is the same as telling Del."

Del could not remember what happened after that, and her last memories were of the sweetness of butterbeer, the little coal lamps that lit up the roadside in Hogsmeade, and the warmth of Hufflepuff's bed.After waking up comfortably overnight, Dai'er only felt refreshed and refreshed.Why not go for a drink early?she thought happily.However, this good mood did not last long.

When Dale walked into Greenhouse No. [-] with the steamed stuffed bun cage, she found that Harry was already waiting there. His body was very cold, as if he hadn't returned to Gryffindor Tower all night.Before Dai'er asked what happened, he squeezed her hand tightly with his cold hands, and squeezed out a word with infinite worry.

"Dragon, the first game event is a dragon!"

The author has something to say: the formula of the compound medicine: lacewing insects, rough antimony, leeches, sap grass...

So what Daier smelled was compound medicine, eh!

☆, Dragon!dragon?

With less than a week left before the first game, "On how to deal with dragons" has become the key topic of this week.Although Hermione disapproved of everyone's eagerness to help, Harry insisted that the match had been unfair in the first place.

"If the game was really fair, they shouldn't have played Dill," said Harry disapprovingly, "so they shouldn't have judged her for asking for help."

Hannah suggested that Dill play dead, but this was rejected unanimously when Hermione listed the dragon's basic weight.Draco reminded Del that she could make more poisonous potions, but Harry seriously doubted that Del would ever get close to the dragon's mouth, or if she did, she would die from the dragon's flames.Other weird ideas are even less feasible (find the magic flute that can manipulate all life - by Luna Lovegood).Nor did they dare to go to the professors.Obviously, the content of the first project should not have been known to Daier in advance.

"But I guess everyone knows now," said Harry. "I don't believe that Madame Maxime and Mr. Karkaroff won't tell their brave men what they saw in the jungle."

"Where's Cedric?" Hannah asked. "Will he know?"

Harry shook his head hesitantly.

"That's not fair," said Hannah, frowning, in anticipation of Hufflepuff's heroic prefects. "I think we should tell him about the dragons."

On this issue, everyone quickly reached a consensus.When Cedric learned the content of the first project from Hannah and Dill, his face turned pale instantly, but he did not lose his composure.When Hannah offered him further solutions, he refused decisively.

"Thank you," he shook his head and smiled wryly. "Even though Dale and I are both Hogwarts warriors, this is a competition after all, remember?"

In fact, Dill's brain trusters ultimately failed to come up with any effective advice.Hermione dragged Ron into the library all day long, as if the dragon-slaying spell would automatically jump to her as long as she persisted.What really helped was the letter from Sirius.In the letter, he introduced the Eye Sickness Curse to Del in detail, and told her that the eyes are the dragon's only weakness.

With her wand in hand, Dill was eager to try.But she soon discovered that she had no talent for shooting sports.

"How did you shoot the spell behind the target?" Ron touched the countless small holes on the wall of No. [-] Greenhouse in disbelief. "The target is only two meters away from you!"

Hannah, who witnessed all this, has been holding back her laughter, causing her facial muscles to become stiff.She really couldn't bear to add another scar to poor Dai'er, "Don't say that, Dai'er has worked very hard."

"Don't laugh, idiot," Draco snorted coldly, "Daier's spell is beyond your imagination, even a single stun spell can send you flying three meters away."

"If she can hit..." Under Hermione's angry glaring, Ron held back the second half of the sentence.

Hermione patted the dejected Dai'er, and comforted, "It's okay, I remember reading a book about how to improve the hit rate..."

"It's only been two days," Dale said with a sad face. "Professor Snape wants me to submit a perfect antidote to zombification tomorrow night, but I'm not even ready for polar moss!"

"I can help you prepare the materials!" Draco immediately said to Daier, "Don't give up, you should show them how good you are, no matter who wants to make you look ugly, he is very wrong!"

"Don't listen to him," Harry pushed aside Draco and came to Dill, and said to her seriously, "The most important thing is your safety, of course, you don't have to force yourself."

"If she doesn't do her best, how can she protect herself?" Draco disagreed, "You all underestimate Dill, she is far stronger than you think!"

"I've never found Del weak!" Harry retorted angrily.

Then, Harry and Draco started a new round of quarrel.Dai'er finally put aside her worries temporarily and tried to separate the two big boys.Other friends came to help, but someone's wand caught fire, and the orange light hit Draco's nose, causing his nose to bleed.

"I want to duel with you!" Draco provoked the 22nd duel with Harry with a grim face, "Dale, don't stop us, this is a matter between men!"

Dale didn't stop them.On the contrary, she took a step back, then turned her head and walked towards the greenhouse door as if nothing had happened.Everyone was taken aback by her reaction, and quickly asked her why she was going.

"It's time for me to hibernate." Dai'er said solemnly, "Good night."

No matter how much Dill resisted the coming of the game, time continued to pass relentlessly.After finishing the History of Magic class, Professor Sprout finds Del, who is hiding behind Hannah and refuses to come out, and takes her and Cedric to a tent on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. His own urge to escape from Hogwarts.

"If there's anything wrong, just give it up, okay?" Outside the tent, Professor Sprout bent over and said softly to Del. "Don't push yourself. As for you, Cedric," the old professor turned to her triumphant Student, "Just like Dill. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Del nodded, and followed Cedric into the tent on the same hand and foot.

Fleur and Krum were already waiting inside.Fleur walked back and forth restlessly, seeming to mutter something nervously; Krum looked more gloomy than usual, sitting silently in a corner away from the crowd, his eyes glazed over.Obviously Harry's guess was correct, they already knew the items of the first game.A dignified silence filled the entire tent, and Dai'er didn't even dare to look away from her knees, as if she was about to face the dragon in the next second.After waiting for a century, the host of the game, Mr. Badman, finally appeared.

"The Hogwarts warriors are here too? Very good, very good," Mr. Badman looked as cheerful as ever, holding a sturdy burlap bag in his hand, "Come on, your first The content of the game is here-and it will also determine the order of your games. Ladies first-"

Resigned to fate, Fu Rong reached into the cloth bag, and then took out a small green thing from it.It was a small, perfect model of a dragon, with a flying number around its neck.

"Number 2!" Badman said, "good sequence, isn't it? Yes, you're going to face a dragon," he stretched out the sack to Krum next to him, who pursed his lips tightly, He quickly reached out and grabbed a red dragon.

"Number 3, not bad, very good," Badman finally approached Dill and Cedric, "The dragons are waiting for their champions outside, and your task is to get the golden eggs under their wings. Very simple, isn't it?"

No one echoed him.Except for Dai'er, the three warriors all looked ashen.It wasn't that Del was too brave—she was too frightened to make an expression.Ladies are still preferred, Dai'er closed her eyes and stretched out her hand to grab into the bag, feeling a prickly little thing biting her finger.She pulled her hand out and found a small tan lizard dangling from it.

"Eh?" Dai'er came back to her senses, "What is this?"

"Here is your dragon, dear Miss Potter," said Badman kindly. "Number Four! It looks like you will be the last to appear."

Wait, this is different from what she imagined.Dai'er took the "little lizard" off her fingers in some confusion, and looked closely at it.It was covered with solid scales, and its claws were extremely thick, standing on Dai'er's palm and spitting out sparks.But it wasn't the dragon that Dill had imagined.

In Dai'er's memory, the giant dragon is a fetish that roams the nine heavens, an existence that all monsters yearn for and fear!

What the hell is this little lizard?

While Dai was in a daze, Cedric had already got his little dragon.Dai'er turned her head to look and found that it was the same as the one in her hand, but it was green.So... Harry's so-called dragons are actually them?Is it the source of those magical ingredients that she had seen in Professor Snape's potion collection?

Dale couldn't believe her eyes.She lowered her head in a daze and looked at the little things in her hand again, not even noticing that her sleeves had started to burn.

"Very good, then, the game is about to begin!" Badman patted Cedric on the shoulder vigorously, motioning him to follow him to the tent.Cedric's face became even uglier, and he followed Badman's pace as if he was dying, and walked out of the tent full of people.

Del felt the muscles all over her body begin to relax.Before Cedric stepped out of the tent, she finally found her tongue. "Good luck," she said, "Cedric, come on!"

Cedric stopped, trying to respond with a smile, but his face was as stiff as a nymph.Fleur and Krum looked at Dai'er in surprise, and were surprised to find that the shivering little guy smiled for some reason.

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☆、Gold and Dragon

Harry clasped his hands and never took his eyes off the ring.He watched everything that happened on the court very nervously, trying to restrain himself not to think too much.

"—Oh, that's dangerous! It's beautiful! Well, he got the golden egg! Our first warrior!"

Mr. Badman's loud voice carried through the audience, but it did not overwhelm the warm cheers and shouts of the audience.Harry was slightly relieved to see that Cedric finally managed to get the golden egg, but he couldn't imagine how Dill would get past the dragon.If he could have thought of this kind of slapstick method earlier... he should have taught Dai's transfiguration!No, this method is not safe enough, Harry thought again, Cedric is still injured, isn't he, if it was Dill, she would not be able to dodge the dragon's blow.

Fleur seemed to have cast a sleeping spell on the dragon, but the duration of the spell was obviously too short.Krum used the Eye Sickness Charm, which was exactly the spell everyone had been trying to help Dill cast perfectly.Although the Eye Sickness Charm's effect was immediate, the pain drove the dragon so mad that it nearly crushed Krum to death.As the three warriors completed their tasks, the audience became more and more enthusiastic, but Harry felt that his body temperature was getting colder.

"Don't worry," said Hermione, trying to hold Harry's hand. "Look, Professor Sprout is right there, and Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Snape. They're definitely not going to cause Delle any serious harm." .”

How bad an injury would it take for them to stop playing?Harry wanted to ask, but didn't dare to ask.Of course he knew that Madam Pomfrey in the medical wing could heal all injuries almost instantly, but what if things got out of their control?God knows if Dill's potion would enrage the dragon enough to bite off her—

"Next and last is Del Potter!"

Harry forced himself to put away all horror imaginations, and cast his eager eyes on the entrance at the edge of the field.She came out and seemed to be all right.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and when he took a closer look, he was surprised to find that she had a relaxed expression on her face.Draco obviously noticed this too.He noticed that Del was still in the mood to look around the auditorium.Did she already master the method of quick aim, or did she finally think of a potion that could deal with dragons?Whatever it was, Draco guessed nervously, he just wanted her to come back to him (and Harry, and everyone else) safely.

The Hungarian Horntail locked onto Daier's figure almost the moment she entered the venue.Its slightly spread wings firmly guarded the dragon eggs under it, its neck stretched out towards Dai'er, and its nose flapped regularly.Harry held his breath as he saw the dragon flick its long tail down suddenly, creating a ditch in the ground.It's about to attack, he thought.

But it doesn't.The female dragon suddenly began to roar, and the huge dragon head swung back and forth in front of Dai'er.The deafening roar of the dragon temporarily silenced the cheers of the audience.Is it crazy?Harry took out the omni-directional telescope from his pocket, and looked through it at Dill with great concern, only to realize that she seemed to be saying something to the dragon.

Well?Could it be that Dai'er's ability to communicate with cold-blooded animals can also be used on giant dragons?

As it turns out, dragons are indeed included in Delko's range of communicative beings.At this time, Daier was desperately bargaining with the Hungarian Horntail.

"I swear I only want the golden egg," Del explained to the dragon, "I swear I will never touch your babes."

"Humans are too cunning," the dragon angrily snorted fiery, "I don't trust you, little one! And that golden egg is mine! It's my gold!"

"Well, if you want gold, I still have some here," Dai'er took a step back, and a large box suddenly appeared in the open space in front of her.She opened the box, and the gleaming gold bars inside almost blinded the dragon's eyes.

"How about we exchange?" Dale tried to make the dragon happy with the deal. "This is the only chest of gold I have left. Potions cost a lot of money to make, alas."

The giant dragon didn't answer. In fact, the moment the box was opened, the surrounding voices, the villain in front of it, and the golden egg behind it were completely squeezed out of its brain by the gold.The giant dragon let out a long roar, and shattered the box with a light wave of its huge wings.Dai'er didn't lie, the box was stuffed so full that it was full of gold bars, and they were scattered on the muddy ground, their brilliance not covered by the dust at all.

Harry stared blankly.The audience in the stands erupted into heated discussions. They thought that the gold must be a magical item made by Daile's spell.

"Bribe the dragon with gold? Haha, what a brilliant idea!" Mr. Badman was also amused by Dale. "If she succeeds, oh, let's hope she succeeds!"

"God, she'll piss it off," Hermione said in horror, unlike the laughing audience, "dragons are very sensitive to wealth, they can easily tell real gold and silver!"

"Well," said Harry strangely, "perhaps, I suppose, the chest of gold is real."

Hearing his words, the friends immediately turned to look at Harry.Harry didn't take his eyes off Del, "She's a poor transfiguration, remember? But she's always been rich." Once he asked her about the origin of those strange and beautiful gems, Del explained that they were passed down with her blood.Neither of the Potters had much interest in wealth, so Harry never found out exactly how rich Dill was.Now it seems that Dai'er is not only rich? ! !

It is very rich at all!

The giant dragon in the arena obviously couldn't resist the temptation of the gold all over the ground. It raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar, and threw itself in front of Dai'er with an agility completely out of proportion to its size, which startled her. "Then, the golden egg...?" Dai'er asked expectantly.

"Take it!" The female dragon said very simply, "Deal, even if you find that the golden egg is not pure gold, you can't go back on your word. Don't touch other dragon eggs."

Dai'er immediately rushed to the place where the dragon was originally entrenched, bent down and carried out the competition task lying inside.The moment she got the golden egg, Dai'er was really relieved.Although it was not the dragon she thought it was, the huge teeth of the Hungarian Horntail still made her very nervous.Is it over now?Holding the golden egg, she quickly ran towards the exit, and at the same time heard Mr. Badman's surprised commentary.

"Omg she actually did it! With gold! It's unbelievable!"

The spectators were clearly amused by the surprising way the game was played.Although there is no thrilling game process, the dazzling gold there is enough to satisfy everyone's perception.Therefore, Daier received no less applause and cheers than the previous three warriors.Harry's heart hanging in the air finally sank back into his chest, and he immediately rushed down from the auditorium and ran towards the players' lounge.When he ran to the temporary tent panting, he happened to collide with Dai'er who came out.

"Daier!" He hugged his sister tightly, "It's great, you finished the game!"

Dai Er happily patted Harry on the shoulder, "It turns out that the competition is not as difficult as I thought."

The friends also rushed to the Potter sisters and brothers.They all congratulated Dier on her victory, and wondered whether Dier's box of gold was real.Dai'er nodded sincerely, in exchange for everyone's exclamation.

"If we had known that you were so rich, we could have replaced a good crucible earlier." Draco teased.

"That's my last box of gold," Dai'er sighed. "You know how much dragon claws, unicorn blood, etc. I wasted, alas."

"What do you mean?" Draco raised his eyebrows, "When the dragon tamers take care of the dragon, they will definitely return the gold to you intact. Don't tell me, who would dare to steal the Triwizard Tournament under the eyes of everyone?" Warrior money?"

"The box of gold already belongs to it," Dai'er explained, "I bought the golden egg with it just now, otherwise why would the dragon allow me to touch its egg?"

Everyone was stunned, and everyone was taken aback by Dai'er's words.

"Don't tell me, you really intend to fulfill your promise." Draco said with his eyes widened in disbelief, "That's just a strategy, a strategy to pass the game."

"Of course it has to be fulfilled." Dai'er blinked, not understanding why everyone had a hellish look on her face, "Uh, I've already told him that the gold belongs to him, and the golden eggs belong to me. It's very reasonable. What's the matter? question?"

"That's a whole box of gold!" Ron was excited, "You gave it to the dragon like that?"

Dale nodded.She doesn't think there is any difference between dragons and humans. If there is any difference, it is that dragons are more dangerous and powerful.Wasn't she just a tortoise in her previous life?So when the staff packed up the scattered gold bars and put them in front of Dai'er, she just shook her head and asked them to return the gold to the dragon.

"Are you sure?" Charlie Weasley asked with some concern, "You didn't hit your head just now, did you?"

Of course, most people think that these golds are just produced by magic, otherwise there will be more people who think that Dai'er broke her brain.The referees who didn't know the truth also gave Daier's "Transfiguration" a very high evaluation. The scores given by the three principals and two officials of the Ministry of Magic have reached a surprisingly consistent score of 9 points.In this way, Daier became No.45 in the Triwizard Tournament with a good score of 1 points, 2 points higher than No.5 Krum.Del couldn't believe her ears, trying not to inflate herself at the same time.

"Anyway, let's celebrate!" she grinned. "I want more butterbeer!"

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☆, dance partner

After Game [-], the Warriors got up to three months off, and they didn't even have to take final exams.So Daier could sit comfortably on the soft grass in Greenhouse No. [-] with her friends, basking in the sun while arranging potion ingredients.To tell the truth, Dill was both disappointed and delighted by such a long vacation.Disappointed because, she was going to use hibernation as an excuse not to go to the competition.She was happy because she saw the possibility of collecting good potions during the game.

How could she have forgotten to ask the female dragon for some nails and spittle, Delle thought ruefully, "Could it be a dragon in the second match?" she asked Harry expectantly.

"No, definitely not," Harry couldn't understand his sister's mood at all, and he said without hesitation while lowering his head to revise his Transfiguration paper, "The dragons have been sent away, and Hagrid almost sent Charlie away." Get off the broomstick. I think you should study the golden egg carefully, the clues for the next game are hidden in there, don't you?"

Thinking of the golden egg made Dill feel sick to her stomach.At the celebration dinner on the night of the game, Del and Cedric opened the golden eggs at the same time in response to everyone's enthusiastic request, instantly deafening three Hufflepuffs.Dai'er herself passed out simply and neatly. When she woke up in the medical wing, she thought her soul had traveled through again.

She had no idea what that horrible scream was.If they asked her to take the golden egg from it, she would be humiliated in front of the teachers and students of the three schools and the officials of the Ministry of Magic.So Dai Er gave up the treatment again and decided to let nature take its course.She had plenty of other things to worry about, such as the increasingly tiring study of potions.

Brewing potions required more and more of Dale's commitment, so she was always worn out.Professor Snape forced her to drink an extremely rancid spiritual potion every week, which was simply torture for Daier, who had a keen sense of smell.

"It's so bad," Dai'er begged the professor with red eyes, "Can you add some spice?"

"The smell is determined by the root of the memory thorn, so you will only smell the smell you hate the most. It seems that you have not read the book I gave you carefully, Del Potter," Professor Snape said from Del Potter. He took the bottle in his hand and carefully put it back on the shelf, "so no matter what spices you add, it's useless."

This was the first time that Dill had resisted the smell of potions, and Professor Snape was even a little curious about what she smelled.With a stiff face, he took something out of his pocket and threw it into Dai'er's hand.

Dill looked down and saw a candy wrapped in colored cellophane lying in her palm.

"It's for eating, not for watching," Professor Snape said quickly, "Go back soon after eating."