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The teachers obviously haven't relaxed their teaching in class because of the Triwizard Tournament, every subject has become more difficult - except History of Magic, which has been the same boring for many years.Because the senior students told us that Moody would talk about "very exciting content" in class, everyone's enthusiasm for Defense Against the Dark Arts was so high that some people even waited outside the classroom eagerly to grab a front row after dinner.

He is indeed different from all the teachers we have ever met. Before taking this class, we would never have imagined that there would be a teacher demonstrating the Unforgivable Curses in front of us.The faces of those students who rushed to the front row were pale. At first, everyone laughed because of the tap dancing spiders, but soon the whole classroom fell into silence, as if the whole room was filled with screams that the spiders could not hear. of.

"Stop—this is cruel! Stop!" screamed Hermione sitting next to me, looking at Longbottom standing there with wide-eyed hands and knuckles white from too much exertion, "Why? Must be in front of Neville - obviously everyone here knows..."

"Yes, Miss Granger, everyone here knows that Longbottom's parents were tortured by Death Eaters with the Cruciatus Curse." To be honest, if the person standing in front of me wasn't for the senior Auror that my mother respects abnormally, I would even feel that he There was a moment of enjoyment, maybe it was the illusion that there was only a slightly upward gap left in his mouth.

"In my opinion, the prerequisite for victory is--face." He walked up to Longbottom who seemed unable to move with his wooden legs, "son, tell me the last Unforgivable Curse--the one that makes you What is your spell known throughout the wizarding world?"

"Avada Kedavra." Longbottom replied in a low voice but clearly.

"Yes, that's right." Moody's crooked mouth twitched into a horrifying smile, "The last, most powerful spell——I don't know how many wizards died because of it back then, without any trace, just for a moment."

There was only a moment of dazzling green light, and the spider he just took out from the bottle was still struggling to crawl on his arm and tried to escape, and it fell over dead on the table, and the roar of Moody's just chanting was still in our hands We couldn't hear anything but our own heartbeats - except for the sound of Ron Weasley nearly falling off his chair.

"I mean, that's pretty brutal, isn't it?" Hermione said to me after class. "I admit he taught us things we'd never have in our textbooks, but Neville he—"

"I think what Moody said makes sense," said Potter, who was walking ahead after a moment of thought, "We can't expect someone to cast the Killing Curse on us before we know what it's for, can we? Think about it." What happened at the World Cup, we are never far from the darkness - the prerequisite for victory is understanding, he was right."

"Professor Moody clearly said face." Hermione corrected him, "but Neville was frightened, wasn't he? I saw him, Neville!"

The sound of wood hitting the floor came from behind us, and Moody walked towards us. Hermione seemed a little uneasy, probably worried that Moody would hear what she just said.But Moody walked right past us to Longbottom, who was pale and visibly dazed, and said to him in the softest tone I've ever heard him say, "Son, shall we talk? Come on... .We can have a cup of tea..."

We got used to Moody's teaching style very quickly, and there was even a brief moment of silence for a few seconds when he proposed to cast the Imperius Curse on each of us and demanded that we fight back.I thought at first that Hermione, who spent all her free time in the library, was just doing her homework, until she came home with a big box of SPEW (Society for the Promotion of House Elf Welfare) badges and asked us to pay to join.

In the principle of not hurting the hard-won friendship, I handed in two silver Sickles to show my support, but Black and Hermione had a big fight because he asked Hermione "Is eating meat considered cruel to life? Whether there is an essential difference between life and life, how to define a thinking creature, how to judge the will of a creature, and whether it is also a form of discrimination to forcibly instill values ​​that conform to one’s own ideas against the will of a creature” and resolutely rejected Porter’s He paid two silver coins to settle the dispute.

"It's not about the two Sickles. Her logic is not self-consistent at the moment, understand?" Black impatiently loosened his tie and spread his hands to Potter, the robe slipped casually on his arm, "I think I Unconvinced, she makes her point and I have the right to object - you choose to pay her to shut up - don't object, does anyone think she has a point? House elves love work! They are Born to work! I think you guys are giving her the illusion that she can be dictatorial."

"I only know that if you don't dress properly, those girls will eat you alive." Potter pointed to the girls gathered by the fireplace, "I just don't want you to quarrel."

"Why have you been avoiding Malfoy lately?" Hermione, who refused to share a common room with Black, asked me in a low voice in the library. Something bad? We can go and tell Professor McGonagall—”

"Uh..." I didn't expect her to chat about Draco with me suddenly, almost spilling the ink bottle in front of me, "No, what can he do to me?"

"I think so, although he is the worst rotten person I have ever seen, but he has always treated you—" She frowned and crossed out a few words on her parchment, "I just feel a little strange , because you don't seem to be sleeping well enough recently, and you always feel like you're thinking about something."

"I thought you were all about your, uh, SPEW," I said.

"You all think this is quite funny, don't you?" She rubbed her eyes wearily, and closed a thick book that was dregsy, "To be honest, I can understand that you have accepted this since birth." Facts - probably because I'm a Muggle-born, I feel that things like this... Alice, that wizards are naturally superior to house-elves, have the power to squeeze them, enslave them, and feel pure. What is the fundamental difference between blood wizards being born noble and muggle-blood wizards disappearing?"

I opened my mouth, not knowing how to refute her.I feel like an idiot, what Talus said makes sense, what Hermione said seems irrefutable, I'm just glad I paid two silver coins without hesitation to avoid getting involved in this dispute.

I've been avoiding Draco recently, and I don't know why, when I saw him, I wanted to turn around and get as far away from him as possible, as if as long as I saw him, I could recall the day when he was in my hand The temperature, and his fingers wrapped around my hair - it's obviously not a big deal, we dueled as children and ended up fighting, tearing at each other's hair and not giving in to each other, I even left teeth on his face India, but one night I dreamed that his lips were on my forehead—and I sat up in bed almost immediately, feeling my heart beating loudly out of my throat to get some air.

So I decided to stay away from him for a while, at least until I got back to normal.He didn't come to talk to me, but he looked in a good mood. Every time I ran away in a panic, I could almost hear him laughing.It's a good thing there's going to be something important to divert everyone's attention soon—otherwise I've made up my mind to go to Madam Pomfrey to see if she can prescribe me some medicine.

A large new notice was pasted at the foot of the marble staircase, announcing that "Representatives of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving at [-]:[-] p.m. on Friday, October [-]th, and afternoon classes will end early."

"That's cool, it's much closer than the OWL exam, right!" Dean Thomas, who was severely warned by Professor McGonagall in the Transfiguration class, clapped his hands.

"And one less Potions lesson - ouch! What Hermione are you stepping on my foot! He can't poison us!" cried Ron Weasley, "that would be very nice! "

"It's finally starting, isn't it?" Everyone was discussing the Triwizard Tournament excitedly, as if they could never get enough of it.

The school changes every day, and the rusted armor is all polished to look in the mirror, not to mention the ancient picture frames and hanging chandeliers - I've passed at least three of them while touching my face and shouting The effigy protesting Filch's rude cleanup was gone.The teachers also seemed very nervous. Although the official position of the Triwizard Tournament is to promote the exchanges and common progress of the three schools, the competition seems to have begun before Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrived. Hogwarts is not allowed to lose face on any occasion—this seems to be the first time since I entered the school that the four houses have temporarily abandoned their competition with each other, and it turns out that this is indeed only a temporary illusion.The debate over the selection of the Warriors is no less than guessing that the students of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang are different from us. Everyone in each academy is trying their best to hope that the Warriors will come from their own academy, as if they can scare the referee with a loud voice Like, although no one knows how the Warriors were selected until now.

Hermione was not affected in any way, she still enthusiastically lobbied everyone to join her SPEW, from the common room to the auditorium, I even suspected that she glued the piggy bank to herself, and there were very few responses No matter what blow it caused to her, it made her more frustrated and courageous.

The Weasley twins have been a lot quieter recently, and the two of them often huddle together in a corner of the common room to discuss something in a low voice.Hermione also seemed to be rejected by them, and walked over angrily and sat beside me: "They must be discussing how to fool the referee, to be honest, it's so impossible, who can fool Dumbledore... .”

On the day Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's students arrived, Hogwarts seemed to have an early holiday, and no one wanted to listen in class, even if Dad walked gloomyly through the cauldrons, They couldn't restrain the excitement of everyone whispering to each other—Brown and Patil even secretly hid under the table to put on makeup, but it was a pity that Professor McGonagall severely asked Patil to put the big wind blowing on her head while queuing. The butterfly headdress is removed.

"Why hasn't there been any movement yet?" Waiting made everyone's excitement gradually turn into anxiety, "It's already dark..."

Following Dumbledore's announcement that Beauxbaton's representatives had arrived, we finally saw a huge creature above the Forbidden Forest under the guidance of chattering - a huge and gorgeous carriage approached us, as if it didn't intend to slow down.The loud noise made by the landing of the carriage disturbed many junior students. They seemed to be afraid that the horses that were about the size of elephants would step on them, and kept backing away. There was a brief commotion in the Hogwarts welcome team. I was elbowed in the stomach by someone, and I stepped on someone's foot while ducking back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I muttered vaguely. The deans of the four colleges were maintaining order in the front, and it was obviously not easy to get the chaotic line back into order. The students of Beauxbatons descended and their principal - but soon we realized that Mme Maxime could easily be seen without tiptoe, she was quite a walking landmark.

When the surface of the lake began to churn with bigger and bigger splashes, everyone started to squeeze forward desperately to get a better view. Some junior students screamed that the students of Durmstrang were sent by seahorses, But soon everyone saw that it was a huge sailing ship gradually rising.

"Hiss—you stepped on me three times today, Alice." Draco stretched out his hand and pulled me to stand beside him, "Don't run, where can you go with so many people? I won't let you Step on my fourth foot - ouch!"

I slithered to Hermione's side like a small fish, and turned around to make a face at him triumphantly, feeling relieved that I was starting to return to normal.

That ship is really magnificent, but compared with Beauxbaton's gorgeous carriage, it seems to be more appropriate to describe it as weird, weird and mysterious.As the plank reached the shore of the lake, we gradually saw the students of Durmstrang. They all looked tall and tall, and they seemed to be able to fight bears with bare hands. The leading principal kept one hand on the shoulder of a boy. , looks like he loves him very much.

"Krum..."

"Merlin's beard—Krum, Viktor Krum! Is it him! I read it right!"

It's hard to say whether the boys are more excited or the girls are more excited. Everyone who followed Durmstrang in line back to the auditorium has basically forgotten what they are here for today, and the girls flipped like crazy. Searching for his pockets for autographs, boys jumping up and down to get a better look at Krum's tall back, Patil pouting that he didn't get to wear the bow (“Otherwise he might notice And me!").

"This is really ridiculous." Hermione raised her head proudly. "He's just a Quidditch player."

"That's all? This is one of the best Seekers in the world!" Ron Weasley turned to ask Potter if he had a quill, then turned and stared at her incredulously, "I didn't expect him to still be A student, do you think he will sit with us later?"

He watched with disappointment as the Durmstrang students sat down at the Slytherin table, and Draco triumphantly leaned forward to talk to Krum, shaking his hand.

"Ha! That's the start of cursing!" said Ron sharply, as if he had forgotten how eagerly he had asked Potter to vacate a seat. "Krum must have seen too many flattering little people— I bet he can't understand Malfoy at all, his English isn't particularly good."

"As a matter of fact, Draco speaks a little German." I stared with interest at the Beauxbatons students sitting at the Ravenclaw table, who wore tight silk robes and didn't hesitate to enter the Great Hall. As if planning to take it off, he casually said to Ron, "His father thought of letting him go to Durmstrang to study."

"Oh, I forgot you just can't get to know Malfoy any better." Ron continued to stare at Krum angrily, "If only he went to Durmstrang, how much we'd clean up—then Why didn't he go?"

"His mother can't bear it." I shrugged, watching Dumbledore stand up and shake hands with the other two headmasters.

Today's dinner is several times richer than the previous holiday banquets. We have never seen many dishes. Hermione, who has traveled to France, introduced us to several French dishes. The taste is a bit strange but not bad.A pretty girl with hair like a silver waterfall came over and wanted to take away a plate of bouillabaisse. The boys along the road stared at her beautiful face as if they had been painted by the moonlight, as if they had lost all language ability. A soft face.

"That's - it's Veela!" said Ron hoarsely. "My God, Hogwarts has never had such a character!"

"It's pretty, but is it that exaggerated?" Blake took a fork and slowly rolled up the bolognese noodles in front of him. "Harry must think she's not as good-looking as a girl from Hogwarts."

Potter poked Black and quickly picked up a drink and took a few sips. I looked at the pudding in front of me seriously and pretended I didn't hear anything.

"Ludo Bagman and Crouch are here." I looked at the other two people in the teacher's seat, and suddenly remembered what my mother said before school started, "I will come to Hogwarts soon this semester ", I feel very excited, is my mother coming too?But I looked around for a long time and didn't see my mother's shadow in the auditorium. I could only look discouraged at the cleaned dishes in front of me.

Dumbledore finally smiled and stood up under everyone's attentive gaze.

"The moment is finally coming," he said, "and I need to explain a few words before I bring the box in—"