eudora clement hp

As night fell, Durmstrang's students followed Karkaroff off the big boat docked by the Black Lake, and Beauxbaton's students also led by Madame Maxime from the The giant carriage got on and off to Hogwarts Castle.

After everyone is seated, the Halloween dinner will officially begin. Almost everyone is looking forward to knowing who the three warriors are one second earlier, so this sumptuous and not short-lived dinner is very important to them. It's like a kind of suffering. Some people wish they could run to the professor's seat, take the knife and fork from Mr. Principal, help him cut the food, and put it into his mouth quickly. Maybe this will end sooner. this banquet.

I don't know how long it took before the principal finally put down the knife and fork in his hand, took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his mouth, stood up and walked to the Goblet of Fire, "I think everyone has been waiting impatiently."

As soon as the words fell, the food in front of everyone disappeared on the long table in an instant, and hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at Mr. Principal at the same time.

"The Goblet of Fire should be able to make a decision right away, we might as well wait a little longer." Mr. Principal held his wand and raised his hand, waving it above his head. Except for a few candles in the jack-o-lantern, everyone in the banquet hall The light sources were all turned off, "The Goblet of Fire is about to select the three warriors for this competition. I hope that after being selected, the warriors can go to the empty room next to the professor's chair, where they will receive corresponding guidance and guidance." Know the rules of the game."

After Mr. Principal finished his speech, like everyone else, he turned his attention to the Goblet of Fire where the flame started to change. The blue flame suddenly turned red, and sparks sputtered from the mouth of the cup. , a long tongue of flame shot up from the mouth of the cup, and a piece of parchment with the edge burned flew out of it.

Mr. Principal raised his hand to catch the note, and carefully read the text on it close to the light source. The deep and deep voice reached everyone's ears, "The warrior of Durmstrang is———Victor C. Loum! Congratulations to this warrior, please come to that room!"

"Woohoo~" Applause, cheers, and screams resounded throughout the banquet hall.Viktor Krum, who was wearing a red robe, stood up under everyone's gaze, walked towards Mr. Principal with a stern face, and walked towards the room in the direction his finger pointed.

Just when Viktor Krum walked into the room, the Goblet of Fire changed again, and a note flew out of it. Mr. Principal stepped a few steps to the side nimbly, and pinched it with two fingers. Holding onto the piece of paper that was still slightly warm, "The warrior of Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour! Congratulations!"

Fleur stood up from the long Ravenclaw table, and excitedly stretched out her arms to hug Luna, who looked a little out of shape beside her, "Luna! I, I have been chosen!"

"...Congratulations...you, the hug is too tight..." Luna raised her hand and patted Fu Rong's back. Before she could say anything more, she felt a kiss on the face, and she looked at it in a daze. The back figure who strode towards Mr. Principal after the kiss, didn't know how to react for a while...

"...Suddenly, I can understand your feelings." Hermione, who happened to see this scene, raised her hand and patted Little Red Hair on the shoulder with a complicated expression.

"……"Oh, is it so.Little Red Hair turned her head and glanced at Eudora, who had sneaked over while the surroundings were in darkness, rolled her eyes as usual, moved aside, shifted her attention to the Goblet of Fire, and even wanted to give herself Come and listen with earplugs, so as not to hear anything that hurts your ears again.

Afraid that Hermione would be frightened, Eudora walked around to her side, called her, and then leaned over and hugged her and kissed her, "Hermione~"

"Oh, Eudora, why are you here?" Hermione hugged her back, "Didn't you say you want to stay where you are?"

"I miss you." Eudora buried her head in Hermione's hair and rubbed it lightly, "Don't drive me away..."

"Okay, okay, I won't chase you away, I won't chase you away." Hermione's heart softened at this aggrieved look, she hugged Eudora tightly in her arms, and kissed her on the head, "Let's sit down first, shall we?" Okay? The third note seems to have been sprayed out just now, standing too much attention."

"Okay." Udora let go of her hand when she heard the words, and sat obediently beside Hermione. Using the excuse of hiding herself, she fell directly on Hermione's body and rested her head on her lap, just enough to be covered by the academy. The long table is covered.

Hermione rubbed her hair helplessly, and caressed her cheek with her palm. Although her eyes followed Cedric Diggory who stood up at the Hufflepuff table, her attention stayed on On Eudora's body.The cheeks are soft and tender, like the milk pudding I just ate, I always feel that I can taste the sweetness with a light bite on it.

Just when everyone thought that the selection of warriors was completely over, the flames of the Goblet of Fire jumped up again, spraying out the fourth piece of paper without any delay.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of pairs of eyes, the note flying extraordinarily high lightly landed in front of Mr. Principal, he subconsciously reached out to catch the extremely unexpected note, remained silent for a few seconds, and said in a deep voice Read it, "Harry Potter."

"Potter? He just pronounced Potter's name, right?!"

"Damn! How is this possible?!"

"Harry Potter again..."

"Oh, didn't you say there were only three warriors?"

"How did he do it? He was able to put his name in!"

After Harry's name was read out, there were more heated discussions in the hall than when the warrior was selected. The headmaster shouted several times in a row before barely suppressing their voices.

"Harry Potter, Harry is here." The headmaster read the name on the note again, took a deep look at Harry, and waved to him.

"...I didn't put the note in, I thought you all knew..." Harry stood at a loss by the Gryffindor long table, looked at the headmaster with a blank face, and finally seemed to have caught the last Like a straw, he moved his eyes away from the face of his friend who was also at a loss, and fell on Yudora who was also a teacher and friend, "Yudora, I..."

Eudora had already sat up when the note flew out, and looked up at Harry, "We believe in you, but you should go there now, and come back when you have something to say."

"...Okay..." Harry nodded feebly, swallowed his saliva, walked towards Mr. Principal with heavy steps, and followed him into the room.

As soon as they left, the banquet hall erupted into extremely noisy discussions, crusades, and even some people were cursing the "cunning" Harry.

"Principal Dumbledore just pronounced Harry's name...Did I hear it wrong..." Only then did the little red-haired man recover from his disbelief, and saw the vacant place that originally belonged to Harry. When he was in the position, he frowned subconsciously, "Why Harry?"

"Yeah, why Harry? I really envy that guy..."

"It would be great if it was me. As long as I think about being able to participate in such a grand competition, I feel so excited that I can't sleep, but it's not me."

Xiao Hongmao listened to the discussions around her, subconsciously clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but slammed on the table, defending her friend, "Everyone Shut up please?! Didn't you see Harry's reluctant expression just now? That's a life-threatening match!"

Although he couldn't help but doubt it just now, but after knowing Harry for so long, he still chooses to trust his friend.Well, he is indeed a little envious of his friends now, knowing how dangerous this competition is, but this is really a rare opportunity!Shall I prepare Harry's photos first and let him give himself the first few names?If he wins, the photos should be very valuable!

"Ron, wipe your drool, what are you thinking right now?" Hermione shook his shoulder speechlessly.

"A bunch of Galleons...cough, I mean, I'm worried about Harry! Believe me!" The little red-haired boy restrained his expression and said with some embarrassment.

"Oh..." Hermione nodded perfunctorily, looking at the closed door worriedly, not knowing what happened to Harry after he entered.

"Albus will protect him." Eudora wasn't surprised at all, but felt that Mr. Principal's acting skills were not bad, and with his heavy face, it couldn't be seen that he was one of the insiders.

"But... Principal Dumbledore can't always play for Harry... Oh, as long as I think about the death rate in the past, I can't be completely relieved. Poor Harry, there will always be all kinds of troubles coming to him " Hermione sighed a long time, tilted her head and leaned on Eudora's shoulder, "You don't seem surprised at all."

"Well, I'm not surprised. The savior who is always in trouble will only be surprised if he can escape this match." Eudora said indifferently, "Potter who can survive Voldemort is far worse than he looks. So vulnerable. He's a good Gryffindor, scared but not holding back..."

"I didn't expect you to have such a high opinion of Harry." Hermione looked up at her with great interest, and then leaned back.

"But reckless and impulsive, easily overwhelmed by anger, seems to like to doubt yourself..." Yudora finished her words silently.

"Hey, people still have certain shortcomings." Hermione reached out and touched her nose, "Do you think that all Gryffindor students are like this? Reckless, impulsive, and even outraged by anger." dizzy..."

"No, Hermione is very good, smart, kind, gentle and good-looking!" Eudora turned her head and looked at her seriously, "Chirp~ Hermione is excellent!"

"Cough!" Hermione sat up blushing, and under the strange eyes of the little red hair, she reached out and covered Eudora who was about to say something. Although she was very happy to be praised, but, cough, this kind of It's better to go back and talk...

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