[HP] Dali's Bread

Back to school was a rainy day.

But this year there are no dementors.

Dally swayed her legs, shaking the newspaper just like her father did.

"Look at what the Daily Prophet wrote—" She cleared her throat, and read with Luna, who was sitting opposite her, "horror at the Quidditch World Cup! The Ministry of Magic panicked... ...criminals not caught...lax law and order...dark wizards on the loose...bringing disgrace to the country...who wrote this? Ah, Rita Skeeter, I read her for "Pretty Witch" article."

"Stop reading, that nasty woman..." Luna folded up the title page of the latest issue of The Quibbler, and Daly could see that it read "Interview with Newt Scamander! Is the famous magizoologist retiring?", "She said my dad was crazy, but we didn't really care because, again, I think she is too."

"Oh!" Daly's eyes widened, she pulled out her wand and pointed it at the newspaper, saying, "The flames are blazing."

"Clean it up." Luna also took out her wand and cleaned up the burnt newspaper debris.

Then, a familiar drawling voice drifted in through the open door.

"...you know, father really thought about sending me to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts. He knew the headmaster of that school. Well, you know what he thought of Dumbledore— The man liked Mudbloods so much—Durmstrang wouldn't let those scumbags go to school. But my mother didn't want me to go to school that far away. Father said Durmstrang took black magic His attitude is much more reasonable than that of Hogwarts. Durmstrang's students are really learning the dark arts, unlike us, learning some shabby defense..." He was bragging to his friends again Looking at his glittering past tense, Parkinson crossed his hands and looked at him fascinatedly, and kept saying "Draco, you're awesome, you're awesome", Dali bet she was tired of hearing this, Maybe they can all be memorized.And Crabbe and Goyle had no purpose other than to fill their cubicle to the point where no one could fit.There was a bang, and the door to the compartment opposite them slammed shut, and Darley remembered that was where Harry and the others were staying.This magical train always keeps rivals so close.

The train kept going north, and the rain was getting heavier and harder.The sky was dark and the windows were covered with moisture, so the lights were on in broad daylight.In the afternoon, Grandma Witch passed them by with a cart, "Need some candy, kids?"

"What do you want to eat, Luna?" Dali stood up and took some change from her pocket, and Luna shook her head and said, "You buy your own."

"What would you like to eat, Darley?" Harry popped his head out of the front compartment as well, and it looked like he was about to go shopping: "Chocolate frogs, pepper urchins, and cauldron cake, and she'll pay for what she takes too." .”

Then Dali was completely rude, she picked a bag and cheated Harry a lot of money.There are also some other students passing by here to buy food, and some boys will also greet Dali and ask her if she wants to have something more.

"Oh, thanks, I've got a lot!" Dali giggled, and she waved at the boys, even though she didn't recognize them.

"Look, someone is going to take over the sales witch's position, is it you, Dursley?" Draco, who was in the diagonally opposite compartment, leaned leisurely against the door frame, sarcastically, and Pansy also leaned out. Half body, let out a piercing shrill laugh.

Dali gave them a blank look, went back to the compartment with Luna and slammed the door behind her.

Then she heard Draco picking on Harry, now laughing at Weasley's dress robes normally.

"Are there any dress robes in the third grade notice?" Dali forced Luna some cauldron cakes, comforted the kitten her mother brought her from home today, and said, "We need to prepare dress robes, I guess maybe Transfiguration Let's turn it into a rabbit, who knows."

Luna shook her head with her mouth full of pastry.

In the Great Hall, which hadn't seen Hogwarts for two months, the school had made extra decorations for the Newcastle banquet.Hundreds of candles floated above the table, illuminating gold plates and goblets.The four long college tables were already filled with chattering students.There was a fifth table at the top of the auditorium, and the staff sat one by one on one side of the table, facing their students.A lot of warming spells have been added here to make everyone forget how heavy the rain is pouring outside.

"Hi, Dursley."

"How was your vacation, Dursley?"

"Are you cold, Dursley?"

She went through several colleges and came to the long table of Slytherin in the corner. Many people had already greeted her, and most of them were boys. Dali found that she seemed to be more popular than last school year. Some.

Undoubtedly, this feeling is really cool.She kept smiling throughout dinner, but frankly, it was a little too contrived.

At last the dessert was swept away, and the last crumbs of the plate disappeared, and the plate was clean and shiny again, when Albus Dumbledore stood up again.The humming of voices in the hall stopped suddenly, only the beating of strong wind and heavy rain could be heard.

"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we have all eaten and drank enough, I must ask everyone's attention again, and I have a few announcements to announce."

"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, wants me to tell you that this year, a few more items have been added to the prohibited items in the castle. They are screaming balls, toothed flying saucers, and combo boomerangs. The entire list includes about 430 seven items. , can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those who are interested can check it."

Daly applauded vigorously.

He continued: "As before, I want to remind everyone that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue, and students under the third grade are not allowed to visit Hogsmeade Village."

"I also regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch match this year." As soon as he finished speaking, Dali glanced at Draco, who was not interested, and didn't seem to love Quidditch The boy's normal attitude, he also noticed Dali's gaze, twitched the corner of his mouth, and gave her a fierce look.

There is something wrong, Dali looked away.Continue to listen to Dumbledore's speech.

He was introducing the Triwizard Tournament to everyone, when their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher knocked open the door of the auditorium. He looks more distinctive than the previous teacher, and every inch of his face seems to be scarred , the mouth is like a big crooked opening, and the place where the nose should be raised is missing.One of his eyes was small, black, and shiny.The other eye was very big, round like a coin, and it was a vivid bright blue.The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, side to side, completely irrelevant to the normal eye—then, the blue eyeball rolled over and got into the man's head, Only one big white eyeball can be seen.He walked to the faculty table and sat down, revealing a wooden artificial leg of a few inches, with a claw-shaped foot underneath.

After a brief introduction, Dumbledore went on to explain the Triwizard Tournament.

"The Triwizard Tournament was created some 700 years ago as a friendly rivalry between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school selects a warrior, and then three warriors compete in three magic items. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. Everyone agrees that it is the friendship between young wizards from different countries. It was an excellent way—but then, the death toll was too high, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."

Although he mentioned death, almost none of the students showed any signs of fear, and they all whispered excitedly.

"Ask for me if Cedric will participate, I want to cheer for him." I don't know when, Millicent has become a fan of Cedric, and she has completely left the academy behind, of course the reason is "He is so handsome."

"There have been several attempts to revive the Tournament over the centuries," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them have been successful. However, we at the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports believe that another attempt should be made. The time has come. We have done a lot this summer to make sure that no one of the Warriors lives is in danger."

“In October, the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their hand-picked contenders, and the ceremony to select warriors will take place on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most eligible to compete. Three-strong cup, to win honor for one's own school, and one thousand Galleons for the individual."

At each house table, Dali could see someone staring at Dumbledore enthusiastically, or whispering excitedly to their neighbors, all fantasizing about honor and wealth.But Dumbledore spoke again, and the Great Hall fell silent again.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament for Hogwarts," he said gravely, "however, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed that there should be an age cutoff for this year's competitors. Students aged seventeen—that is, over seventeen—are allowed to enroll for consideration. We feel—" Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some people protested angrily after hearing his words. , "This measure is very necessary, because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students below the sixth and seventh grades to deal with it. I will guarantee that no one Underage students trick our impartial judges into becoming Hogwarts warriors."

Okay, it has nothing to do with our grades, Dali thought, eyeing Moody warily, hoping the teacher wasn't so strict (although it seemed impossible from the outside), at least praying that the homework wasn't so strict?

The next day was another Care of Fantastic Beasts class with Gryffindor.Hagrid brought them several boxes of snails, which were kind of disgusting, and there were a few Gryffindor girls who said they didn't want to touch them.

They looked like disfigured, shell-less lobsters, gray and slimy, very scary, with many legs sticking out in all directions, and it was impossible to see where the heads were.There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other, bumping dazedly against the walls of the box.They also had a very strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp.Every now and then a few sparks would shoot off the tail of a snail, and with a soft snap the snail would be pushed forward a few inches.

"Just hatched," said Hagrid proudly, "you can raise them yourself! (Dally: Oh that's so fresh) We could have a big project!"

"Why are we raising them?" said a icy voice as Draco and his minions were belatedly arriving.

Hagrid seemed stumped by the question.

"I mean, what can they do?" Draco asked slowly, "What are they for?"

Hagrid opened his mouth, desperately trying to think of a convincing answer.After pausing for a few seconds, he said gruffly, "That's for next lesson, Malfoy. You just feed them today. Well, you're going to try feeding them a few different things— —I haven’t raised them before, and I’m not sure what they like to eat—I prepared ant eggs, frog livers, and green snakes—try a little of each to see if they eat it.”

Daly didn't want to feed those things to snails, and her eternal partner Millicent certainly didn't want to.At this point a few boys volunteered, and even a Gryffindor.

"Thank you so much!" Dali's words were exaggerated and artificial.

"Its tail exploded!" a tall Gryffindor boy exclaimed, showing Hagrid a burn on his hand.

"Ah, yes, that's what can happen when they blow up," said Hagrid, nodding guiltily.

"Disgusting!" another Gryffindor girl complained, "disgusting, Hagrid, what's that pointy thing on it?"

"Ah, some of them have thorns," said Hagrid excitedly (the girl withdrew her hand from the box quickly), "I guess those thorny ones are males...the females have suction cups on their bellies. things... I think they probably suck blood."

"Oh, of course I understand why we try to keep them alive," Draco said eccentrically, "who wouldn't want a pet that can burn, sting, and bite?"

Standing next to him was Pansy Parkinson, who seemed to be debating whether to seek Draco's help, and her partner Daphne was unwilling to touch them, but Draco was not the kind of person who listened to Hagrid and prepared to raise them seriously. The man who blew up the snails.

"I don't know how she's so popular." She stared at Dali and said viciously, and Draco didn't answer her, so she seemed to give up: "Forget it, Blaise! Help me, please-" "

"Yeah." Parkinson turned his head and walked away, Draco answered slowly, his eyes kept watching Dali talking and laughing with a Slytherin boy, especially Dali, the smile was too fake, The twisting and turning look is simply disgusting, and there is another person, can you not make a smirk?

He took a green snake from Goyle, squeezed the stupid Slytherin boy away, squeezed it by seven inches, and threw it into the wooden box, past Dali's hand, causing the girl Fried directly.

"Bollocks, stay away from me!"

Unmasked.

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The general idea of ​​the last sentence is to stay away from me (add some national curse version)

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