eudora clement hp

"Oh! Harry! Well done!"

"How cool that you put your name in and haven't grown a white beard yet!"

"Harry, you must beat that Hufflepuff guy..."

Harry walked around a group of people who were carousing, and sat weakly in the corner of the Gryffindor common room, Hermione and the others were already waiting there, "Professor Moody said that someone probably wanted me My life...is still a wizard with great ability to confuse spells, let the Goblet of Fire think that I am a student of the fourth school, and then become the fourth warrior..."

With a flick of her wand, Eudora shut the others out to make trouble for them, this corner wasn't part of the carnival.

After Harry sat down, he roughly recounted to them what happened in the small room, "Anyway, I can't retire, and they said that the first event is about a test of courage, and you can only play with a wand. Only after the end can I know about the second project, and I think the only happy thing is that I don’t have to take the school year exam.”

"Wow, cool! You don't have to take the exam..." Xiao Hongmao looked at him enviously, "But I think what Moody said is very reasonable, I think that person is probably trying to cause other people to treat you Dissatisfaction with leaving you alone, I mean, if the game is hard, there's always someone else who needs help, isn't there?"

"Oh, yes..." Harry let out a long sigh, slid down and collapsed on the sofa.

Hermione frowned and asked a very important question, "What time is the game?"

"November 11." Harry carefully recalled the time Ludo Bagman mentioned, "Oh, so there are only three weeks of preparation time. Oh, there are still classes, if you can continue Just skip the homework..."

"Forget your homework, Harry, you'd better dream less...you can only play with a wand, so it's not like you are going to have a duel, right?" Little Red Hair said with a look of surprise.

"...Probably not..."

"Plop, plop, plop..." The heartbeat seemed to be amplified suddenly, and Eudora closed her eyes forcefully, thinking that the so-called transitional period had passed...

"Eudora? What's the matter with you, are you sleepy?" Hermione leaned over to lean on Eudora's body, "If you're sleepy, can we sleep here tonight?"

Hermione's closeness made Eudora's temples swell and ache, trying to suppress the sudden restlessness, she opened her eyes and looked at Hermione, "Well, I'm sleepy."

"Why are your eyes red? Are you really okay?" Hermione reached out to hold her face, and kissed her on the brow, "Anyway, Harry hasn't raced so fast yet, let's go to bed first."

"Okay..." Eudora blinked her eyes in some doubts, the strange feeling just now disappeared without a trace, if it wasn't for the redness of the eyes that hadn't faded, it really seemed like an illusion .

……

"How is it? Is there any news?" Mr. Principal reached out and picked up a piece of candy and threw it into his mouth.

"If your analysis is correct, then we did find something. It might be better if we can confirm with him... Speaking of which, I heard that this year's Triwizard Tournament produced four warriors? Are you moving?" Hands and feet?" The old man glanced at the box in front of Mr. Principal, and felt a toothache when he saw it!How can this guy eat so happily?

Mr. Principal smiled and shook his head, "Oh no, how could I do something that violates the rules?"

"Yes, you will not violate the rules, you will just choose to watch, poor little savior, he must be in a terrible situation recently." The old man nodded seriously, expressing deep sympathy for Harry.

"A hero is always lonely. Sooner or later he has to face that person alone. I..."

"Why must he face that lunatic?"

"..." Mr. Principal hesitated for a moment.

"Ok?"

"The scar on Harry's forehead... you know, he had lost his mind at the time, he was familiar with that evil spell, Avada, 'Sacrifice', so I suspect..."

"You suspect that Potter itself is a Horcrux." The old man continued smoothly.

"Yes..." Mr. Principal looked a little dignified

The old man glanced at him indifferently, "Oh, congratulations, Little Potter was indeed a Horcrux once."

"Zeng? Isn't it now?" Mr. Principal turned his head and looked at him thoughtfully, and asked, "And how did you know?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you? At the end of the World Cup, Eudora got rid of those dirty things on Potter's head that didn't belong to him by chance, so...poor little Potter~"

The old man's indifferent look made Mr. Principal feel a little itchy. Can such things be forgotten casually? ! "...Eudora can handle Horcruxes?"

"It's all just a coincidence, let's put it this way... do you understand? There is only one special case, because of the exclusiveness of Potter's own magic power, and because this is just a very small fragment that was inadvertently divided, so it can be solved But some things do need Potter's participation to continue." The old man waved his hands impatiently, and stood up with his hands on the armrests of the sofa.

"...That's fine, then we don't have to estimate so much for the next plan, and we can make a little change..."

The old man who was walking towards the fireplace suddenly stopped and looked at him, "Oh, old fox, are you finally going to break the rules?"

"Ha, no one can tell what will happen in the future. In some special times, following the rules is not as important as imagined, isn't it?"

"That's right, it's getting better, I'll contact you if there's any other news. Goodbye." After finishing speaking, the old man grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace, before leaving the principal's office.

Mr. Principal crossed his fingers on the table, leaned forward slightly, quietly went through the things in his mind, got up and walked outside, the wand test should start soon, he should be present as one of the referees .

……

"Oh, great warrior, Mr. Potter, your personal interview is here." Draco squeezed his throat and put a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of Harry.

Harry was sitting in the library catching up on his homework. He hadn't finished Potions class yesterday, but his homework still had to be due, so he had to study the contents of the textbook by himself first, and then finish the paper.As for Xiao Hongmao's notes, let's just forget about everything...

"Draco? What is a personal interview..." Harry took the Daily Prophet, with a vague premonition in his heart.

Draco smiled inexplicably, watched Harry look at the newspaper with a strange expression, and slowly read what he had just read, "According to Harry's close friend Colin Creevey, I Why didn't you know that you were very close? Harry was inseparable from a girl named Hermione Granger. This girl was outstanding and she was one of the top students in Gryffindor. She was a wizard with Muggle blood. What they experienced together Many things..."

"That's enough, Draco can stop..." Harry had a headache and put the Daily Prophet face down on the table, "You said what if Eudora saw the scribbles in this newspaper thing, do you think I'll survive to the start of the first race?"

"I don't think so. Good luck, dear Mr. Potter." Draco winked at Harry, took a few steps aside, and looked behind Harry.

"..." Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, suddenly felt a chill behind him, and looked back stiffly, "Uh, hey, Eudora...why are you here? Why isn't Hermione with you..." It's over, it's over, it's dead, Hermione's not here yet!

"Professor McGonagall asked her to talk about something." Eudora walked in front of Harry, glanced at the newspaper on the table in an unclear manner, and said, "I'm here to ask you to go to the special training before the game."

"Special training before the game? Are all the warriors going? Was it organized by Professor Moody?" Harry swallowed, feeling that Eudora looked terrible now.

"I." The implication was that he was the only one who wanted to participate.

"...Okay...goodbye! Draco!" Harry tremblingly put down his quill, glanced at his homework with reluctance, and then walked out with Eudora.

"Goodbye..." After the two of them walked away, Draco squatted down covering his stomach with one hand and his mouth with the other, his shoulders trembling. Why is it so painful to hold back a smile in the library? ...

"call out!"

"Bang!" Harry rubbed his ass and got up from the ground. He was so innocent, and even though it was Rita Skeeter who wrote scribbles, he was also desperate.

"Squeak." The door was pushed open, Hermione poked her head in, glanced at the dirty Harry, and asked curiously, "What spell should I practice again?"

"Hindering Curse..." Harry became agitated the moment he saw Hermione, as if he saw his savior, wanted to rush up to complain but remembered the reason why he was so tormented. He stopped his forward steps, took a few steps back and stuck to the wall.

"How did the Obstacle Charm get so dirty?"

Harry clutched his sore buttocks, and shook his head with a vicissitudes of life, "In short, it's... hard to say!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, shrugged indifferently, and walked towards Eudora, "It's fine if you can't explain it in words, I'm not very curious anyway."

"..." What about the promised friendship? !What about a revolutionary friendship comparable to a loved one? !

"Why are you still so angry?" Hermione raised her hand and rubbed Eudora's cheek, "Don't be angry, Harry is quite innocent..."

"Why are you here so late?" Eudora put away her wand, waved to Harry, and decided to train another day.

"Talked a little longer about my thesis with Professor McGonagall, so I'm late."

"Let's go." Eudora nodded and led her to go out. She knew Harry was innocent, but when she saw him, she would always think of what was written in the newspaper that he and Hermione were inseparable Even if it was just a few words made out of thin air, she couldn't help feeling angry.

If Hermione was here, it would be okay, but Hermione just happened to be called away by Professor McGonagall, so poor Harry was thrown over and over again. Although it wasn't even a skin trauma, it was really It hurts, okay?

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Hahahahahahahahaha I forgot to set the time in the manuscript box