HP sea mermaid

Chapter 46: Guidance pre-match guidance

One night in late May, the warriors of the three magic schools received a special notice: to gather at the Quidditch pitch at [-]:[-] p.m., and Mr. Ludo Bagman would give the warriors his last guidance.

At 08:30 in the evening, the four Hogwarts warriors assembled in the foyer and marched towards the Quidditch pitch under the night.The question of what the third project might be has been discussed numerous times over the past two months, each time with no conclusions.Now the way forward is unknown, they walked quietly all the way, and arrived at the original site of the Hogwarts Quidditch Stadium in a short while.

Yes, the original address.

Cedric looked furious.

"How dare they—how dare—make the stadium like this?" The handsome brown-haired boy waved his arms angrily, "It's a pity that there is no Academy Cup this year! Now they made the stadium like this for the game ——!”

"Calm down, Cedric." Triton patted the opponent's shoulder, "After the game, the principal and the others will restore the court to its original state. There will be no Triwizard Tournament next year, and we will compete in the Academy Cup."

"I hope so!" Cedric was still angry, and walked into the grass wall that had already taken shape with a handsome face.

"Aha, if it's the last year I can't play and can't even see the pitch..." Draco was amused by the rare occasions when good old Cedric got angry, and he followed the seventh year Hufflepuff into the pitch, In a cheerful tone, "I'll tell my dad!"

"Actually, Uncle Lucius, I mean Mr. Big Malfoy, so far he has no intention of taking back his seat on the school board." Harry frowned, he didn't rush into the lawn, and even held Triton back. Then, with a somewhat unfriendly expression, he raised the chin of the little sea mermaid, "Why are you so close to Mr. Diggory?"

"Mr. Diggory?" Triton pushed Harry's fingers away amusedly, "Where did I get intimate with him?"

"You pat him on the shoulder!" Harry said with a serious face.

"..." Triton rolled his eyes towards the sky, ignored him, turned around and walked into the stadium.

Harry muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, and took two easy steps to catch up with the little sea mermaid in front. Fortunately, Triton was not angry and was still willing to be held by him.

They were the last to arrive, apparently closer to Durmstrang and Beauxbatons' impromptu rendezvous than they had come out of the castle.

"Good evening! Ladies and gentlemen!" Ludo Bagman's enthusiastic tone was quite recognizable, not to mention that he was conspicuously standing in the middle of the court waiting for them. "There is still one month left for the game, and the construction here will be completed by then. I believe that Hagrid can handle it well-oh, don't worry, after the game, your stadium will be returned to you exactly, don't worry. nervous!"

He winked mischievously at Cedric who said "I'm not easy to mess with", and the brown-haired boy lowered his head in embarrassment.

Actually, at Ludo Bagman's age, it's pretty inappropriate to try to do cute little things like wink his eyes and pout his lips -- despite his blue eyes and baby fat.

So, under Bagman's feigned cheerful provocation, Triton took a very unkind step back, and stood indifferently behind Harry.

Bagman: "..." Is it really okay to be so shameless, young man?I'm the referee who will make you wear small shoes!

However, the long-sleeved and skillful Director Bagman of the Department of Magical Sports is not an ordinary person. He coughed lightly, and in the blink of an eye, he forgot the embarrassment and brought the topic to the serious business: "As you can see, the game in a month's time will be here Held. Your task is to go through the maze. Of course, there must be many small obstacles on the way-spells, magical creatures and so on-to find the Triwizard Cup, whoever gets it first will be the champion! Then the trophy will be placed at my feet. position, and the order in which the warriors enter the field is determined by your scores in the first two games—that is to say, Hogwarts enters the maze first—” He nodded at Harry and the others, “Secondly, Dem Strong—and finally Beauxbatons."

"I would like to give you one last reminder: Warriors will enter the maze from the four entrances in the southeast, northwest, and your goal is the trophy in the center of the maze. But if you accidentally go the wrong way and come out from these entrances, you will If you lose your qualifications, your progress in this Triwizard Tournament will come to an end! Good luck!"

The warriors with their own thoughts pondered the deep meaning of Bagman's words, and left the Quidditch pitch in three teams in the order they came.

"Harry?" Bagman hurriedly called the green-eyed boy to a stop, smiling all over his face, "Can I talk to you? It won't take long, it will be fine in a while—"

Harry lowered his head and looked at Triton, seeing him nodding in agreement, he quietly let go of his frown when he looked up at Bagman, "Of course, Mr. Bagman."

"I'll wait for you outside the stadium." Triton tilted his head toward the fence, "Goodbye, Mr. Bagman."

"Oh, oh, goodbye, goodbye, Your Excellency!" Bagman didn't expect Triton to say goodbye to him, and he was flattered and responded repeatedly.

Triton smiled at Harry, blinked quietly and walked away.

The night wind in early summer was still quite cool, Triton was walking slowly, and as soon as he got to the edge of the fence, he ran into his roommate, Mr. No. [-]. "Hi, Victor?"

"Hello, Triton." The tall and strong young man glanced behind Triton, "Mr. Potter is still behind?"

"Oh, Mr. Bagman seems to be looking for him." Triton shrugged. "Are you looking for Harry too?"

"Yes, I also have some things I want to ask him." Mr. Star's English has reached a new level, at least his oral English is quite fluent, and "Hermione" will no longer be called "Hermione". "You know, your British newspapers have been reporting bad news about Hermione."

Triton nodded. Although he didn't read the newspaper, he had heard about Hermione's experience.

"I know that the relationship between Mr. Potter and Hermione is purely fictional, unless Hermione's name is replaced by you..." Victor smiled, leaving his meaning behind, "But the newspapers are not The factual remarks have misled many wizards, which has also had a great impact on Hermione's daily life, and she is very distressed."

"You mean...?" Triton folded his arms, raised one brow, and stared straight into Victor's eyes.

"I hope Mr Potter can make a public statement clarifying that Hermione has nothing to do with him other than being his friend."

"I'm afraid... it's your own idea, right?" Triton would bluntly say that he was wishful thinking if he hadn't given Viktor a little extra.

There was no smile in the little sea mermaid's eyes, and he twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Do you think this is helping Hermione? Or, do you think that the way to keep Hermione out of the matter is to drag Harry into the water?"

There was no other expression on Triton's face, but based on Victor's experience of sleeping with him for nearly a year, he quickly found that he was angry, but obviously Mr. Star didn't understand where he said something wrong: "Before Isn’t the reporter who was diametrically opposed to him already unable to make waves? Now this is the best way—”

"Unfortunately, international norms do not apply in the UK. If I did what you say, there will be countless 'Rita Skeeters' in the newspapers."

Triton turned his head and saw that Harry was turning around from the gap in the wall. Mr. Bagman nodded at them somewhat decadently, and hurriedly walked towards the Hogwarts gate.

"Would the British wizards not believe what you said?" Viktor's eyebrows were twisted into deep grooves, "You are a British celebrity, the Boy Who Lived—"

"Ah, 'Savior', that's right, I carry this title." Harry sneered, then turned his head and embraced Triton in his arms, and pressed a kiss on his forehead, "Mr. Krum, if If you look through the British newspapers in the past few years, you will know why I said this. If you still don't understand, you can ask Hermione. Not to mention, if Hermione needs me to do something..."

"The matter is about to subside. If Harry says something, it will only make the storm come up again." Triton didn't bother to pay attention to Harry's small movements. Forced to turn a blind eye.

Victor obviously didn't think about the key point, but he could see that Triton and Potter didn't agree with his proposal, so he could only leave and take a step ahead.

"A single-minded Eastern European." Harry curled his lips, and was overjoyed to see that the silence on the left and right was suitable for a tryst. He pulled Triton and wanted to go to the wall to "take a break".

"Curfew at eleven o'clock—" Triton was gagged before he finished speaking, and could only be forced to swallow the words of objection.

The winding low wall nearby was only about half a person high, and they pushed each other closer to the low wall, and the green-eyed youth who was in the dominant position unceremoniously pushed people down on the wall to taste wantonly.

Oh, of course, it is a moderately limited "willfulness". If Harry doesn't want to get burned, he has to restrain himself from thinking about it, and only focus on the three-thirds of the acre of land under his mouth-bad, it seems more want it.

When Triton, whose lips were numb, was finally let go, he found himself lying on his back on the low wall with limited width at some point, and Gryffindor, who was a head taller than him, was panting slightly and pressing tightly against him. He was firmly restrained by his body, and he deliberately moved his waist in order to let him feel the enthusiasm of the other party's lower body.

The little sea merman hooked the corners of his lips slightly, met the opponent's dark green eyes that seemed to be biting him, and licked his swollen thin lips provocatively.

Harry's eyes darkened again and again, and just as he was about to lean over again to "teach a lesson" to this little sea mermaid who was fanning the flames and ignorant of his height and depth, he inadvertently heard a scream from a distance.

It was still the kind of scream that was choked in the throat halfway through.

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Harry: ...

The author has something to say: I posted it late two days ago, so it’s time to post it today, okay~