HP Hermione's Phoenix

"Professor Snape..."

"Hi Professor Snape."

The little friends all stared wide-eyed, pulling the corners of their robes a little uneasily.The moment the gloomy snake king appeared, the air pressure in the box dropped.

Draco said helplessly to Harry in a low voice, "Well, my godfather is here too, this year my dad finally persuaded him to come..."

However, the atmosphere is obviously not as good as expected.

In the back room of the ultra-luxury VIP box, the adults have not yet arrived, only Naxisha is sitting in another corner talking with the two brothers of the Black family.When Sirius saw Snape, his expression turned livid.Snape didn't even shake him, and sat in the middle with dignity and coolness.

In the middle of the box, candlesticks were dimly lit, the soft and spacious sofa was spread on a pure white Iranian handmade carpet, and a small stove made of alcohol lamp was actually burning on the tea table, Hermione was making tea with great interest.

Evil, obviously evil.

The friends were all clutching their chests, feeling disheartened, and for a while, even the voices discussing gambling became much quieter.

The atmosphere of this special box is very special, surrounded by glass walls, not only is the "best view" close to the sky, but also the hot scene of Quidditch with 10 people outside can be seen clearly - but unless you go to the stands outside Go up, otherwise others won't be able to see what's going on inside.What's even more powerful is that the four sides of the box are covered with large screens, which are the latest broadcasting equipment, and each screen is a separate viewing angle, technical support is provided by Hermione, hardware facilities are funded by the old devil king, and Malfoy is named broadcast...

——At this moment, not only the 10 people who are gradually entering the stadium can see the final battle of Quidditch...

——Tens of 10 people in Europe are sitting in front of their own terminals, frantically swiping the screen, waiting for the broadcast with all their attention!

It's like sitting firmly in the tent of thousands of troops and strategizing.Hermione was fine with that.

She gently poured Snape a cup of green tea and asked, "Did Dumbledore ask you to come?"

Snape picked up the teacup, his face was covered in mist, his eyes were heavy: "You guessed it."

Hermione stared at the burning magic alcohol lamp, controlled the fire with her hands, and said unhurriedly: "What new task did he assign? Why doesn't he come by himself?"

Hermione thought to herself, such a grand event, maybe Grindelwald will also come...

However, Snape said sarcastically, "It was the Order of the Phoenix who received the news that the Death Eaters planned to participate in this year's World Cup... Huh. If Dumbledore came in person, what joke would they have?"

As he said, he glanced lightly at the black-haired boy sitting next to Hermione.

Tom kept his head down, staring intently at Hermione playing with fire, trying to minimize his presence.

After that incident, he still didn't know how to face Snape again... Although Dumbledore had trusted him again, every time Snape looked at him in class, it was like looking at the air.

"Oh, so it is. But don't worry, with so many people watching, Voldemort will not suddenly be resurrected at the World Cup."

Hermione turned to look at Tom casually: "You should know?"

She kicked Tom lightly.

Tom was speechless for a moment, so why don't you just say it openly, although everyone knows...

"It's okay, just say it." Hermione said again, "Professor Snape is a good man."

Tom coughed, and spoke with difficulty: "Uh... I can feel his mood swings... He killed someone a while ago and recovered a little physical strength, but it's far from the point where he can be resurrected..."

Hermione said to Snape indifferently: "This is the information we have."

Snape said blankly, "I'll pass it on to Dumbledore."

"Oh..." Hermione nodded again, and said meaningfully, "Has there been any special changes in Dumbledore this summer?"

"No." Snape said coldly, "How would I know? An hour ago, I was in my own home doing experiments."

"Hey, what kind of experiment are you doing?" Hermione suddenly looked at him with great interest, "I noticed that from the moment you entered the box, you walked directly towards me. Although your expression is difficult to judge, you seem very Trying to talk to me—not for Dumbledore, but for yourself..."

Snape choked.He put down his teacup, annoyed but solemnly took out a round thing.

Hermione immediately picked up the pill and looked at it in amazement: "Not bad...you condensed this thing? You made the pill yourself? It's very good...the structure of the potion is completely different from this..."

Snape said patiently: "I have only achieved a preliminary structural transformation. The form and structure of the pill is much more condensed than the liquid potion, and it can also carry a stronger medicinal effect, but it is far from the Wolf's Poison that completely wipes out the wolf's nature." The medicine is far from enough..."

Hermione nodded in admiration: "You are such a genius. No wonder Salazar Slytherin is reluctant to let you die."

Snape drank his tea in silence and didn't answer, thinking that this sentence was just an ordinary compliment, but he didn't know that it was Hermione telling the truth.

Tom looked at the somewhat rough pill, and was in a daze for a while - no wonder his ancestors recognized this person...

But Hermione looked up again immediately, with a hint of cunning in her eyes: "You must have other things, right?"

Snape snorted coldly, turned his head, and unhappily took out a small cool and transparent bottle from his pocket: "...pass it to that Potter for me."

Tom saw the bottle and knew...it was a bottle of myopia, clear and perfect.

——Little wizards can only use this kind of vision-correcting medicine after they are 14 years old and their eyes are basically mature.

—Who among them has prepared such a birthday present so meticulously and practically for the savior who is about to turn 14 and still wears glasses?

He couldn't help but look sideways at the black-robed Snake King, this man with a cold face, a poisonous tongue, and always duplicity...

Hermione jumped up, however.She looked at him maliciously, and said with a smile: "I can't do this. You can leave it to him yourself."

She quickly grabbed Tom and said, "There is no atmosphere in the box—let's go and see the stage." Then she ran out like flying, leaving Snape on the spot.

Open the glass door, and the heat wave of 10 people outside immediately swept in.

Tom's heart became hot, and his body, which was naturally cold, seemed to vibrate—he had never felt this kind of real enthusiasm in his past and present lives. At this moment, they were standing at the highest point of the 10-person venue...

"Hey Tom! Hey Hermione!" Neville squeezed over from the other side of the box and said with difficulty, "I bought the last few binoculars as soon as possible down below... Do you want any?"

"Thank you Neville, how was your summer holiday? - I don't need this, Tom only needs one. You can share it with the others."

"Oh, ok... I'm almost done with my homework..."

"Neville, why are you here!!!" Ron yelled and ran over from behind, and in an instant, all the friends gathered.

"Are you all here?" Hermione glanced at everyone.

"There seems to be no atmosphere in the box..." Harry spread his hands.

"And Professor Snape is still sitting there..." Ron said in horror.

Draco said helplessly: "Don't be like this! My godfather is very uncomfortable to be alone! My mother came out too... We agreed to leave space for my godfather and my uncles..."

"Oh?"

"They've got some minor tangles to deal with." Draco blinked.

As soon as the words were said, on the other side of the stand, Lucius came over with Narcissa and several Ministry of Magic officials.Narcissa had changed into her formal attire at some point, with an elegant neckline like a standard British lady on her chest, Lucius was holding his wife's hand, his hair was no brighter than this time, like the spokesperson of the British high society, chatting and laughing in various ways Fluency in foreign languages ​​takes turns, pointing the country, charming...

"Uncle Batty." Draco had obediently greeted him and greeted him.

"This is Mr. Oblonsk, Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, and this is my son, Draco...these are Mr. Weasley and Mr. Longbottom...and this is Miss Hermione Granger , you know, the inventor of the magic net terminal... this is Harry Potter."

Hermione's ears cramped as Lucius spoke so wildly in Russian.

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic looked at Hermione in surprise, then stared at Harry, looked at the scar on his forehead, and chattered something different again.

But at this time people couldn't help turning their attention to Barty Crouch.The Minister of Magic, who was newly appointed this year, was born noble and upright, and experienced ups and downs as an official. He is now the most popular minister voted by the British Internet.

He was thin, gray-haired, weather-beaten, with a sad brow.Hermione guessed that he had a certain blood relationship with the Black family, because of those iconic gray eyes...

He nodded at them all, then turned his head the other way—

"Ludo! You're here—" Lucius smiled and nodded at the visitor.Ludo Bagman, director of the Sports Department, was still wearing a autumn jacket, out of breath, but full of energy.

"Yes, I almost couldn't catch up, I was caught by some things, thank God, those goblins..." Ludo Bagman smiled, and asked Barty Crouch: "Then minister, we--"

"Let's get started now," Batty said.

Ludo Bagman cleared his throat and pointed his wand at his throat: "The voice is loud!—"

In an instant, his passionate commentary voice covered the entire venue: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to come! —— Now, I announce that the opening ceremony of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Finals is about to begin! —— Mr. Barty Crouch, British Minister of Magic, is invited to deliver a speech!"

The arena froze for a second.Then, overwhelming shouts poured in, and the color of the venue changed instantly—many people took out the flags of the teams they supported, and the clover green and the bright red of Bulgaria formed a sharp contrast.

"Papa-papa--" The shining spotlights hit, and many little snitch-like things that were spinning around desperately flew up from under the stands, and aimed at the commentary field with flashing lights--

Hermione smiled and pulled Tom back: "Let's stand a little farther away and don't disturb the live recording."

At this time, the friends were all staring at the huge screens on both sides of the venue. On the screens, the little photography snitches had already pointed the screen at Batty who started to speak briefly from all directions, and the audience cheered.

"It's yours, Hermione!" Ron said enthusiastically, waving a huge shamrock banner, "Can other people watch Quidditch without going out? - I never dreamed that such a day would come! Although this When the day comes, I’m still watching on the spot—”

"Don't get too excited, be careful of being photographed embarrassingly..." Hermione said with a smile.

Harry heard that and turned to look at Draco.He found that the blond young master sitting beside him was sitting upright, and he was on par with Lucius, who was unrelenting on the commentary stage... The photographer who controlled the mobile burglars probably knew what the public wanted, and it was obviously the minister who spoke. However, the figure of the sponsor Lucius was frequently photographed. Whenever the coquettish and perfect face was shown on the big screen, he could vaguely hear screams mainly from female voices in the venue...

He wanted to remind Draco not to be so nervous, but after thinking about it, he felt that Draco had always been so concerned about his image...

"Mascot!" Suddenly, Ron jumped up loudly.

The little friends turned their heads, and with just one glance, no one could roll their eyes anymore.Those soul-stirring silver-haired women are flying in the air. They should be cheerleaders, but their bodies are not the strength and beauty of ordinary cheerleaders, but with a sense of fantasy... They keep making various movements and blowing kisses to the crowd... But no one cares about their actions anymore, it doesn't matter what they do, as long as they are closer to themselves, if not, then they are closer to them——

——The color imparts the soul, reverses the dream...

Hermione released a burst of spiritual power lightly, and with a bang, Ron was pulled back from the stands, who was about to jump off the stands.

Neville looked like he was about to catch his breath.Harry didn't feel too well either, and everyone found him awkwardly hugging Draco when he turned around...

"Don't you all know Veela?" Hermione glanced at them lightly, "It's in our textbook. "Defense Against the Dark Arts", Chapter 12, with pictures."

"Hey, knowing and seeing are two different things..." Ron said dully, "They are really... hey..."

"Yes, yes!" Draco wiped his face unwillingly, "It's the first time I saw it... Harry, what were you thinking just now! You're about to strangle me to death!"

"Huh?" Hermione glanced at him mockingly, "Don't you have elf blood in your family? Elf blood can be immune to the charm of Veela to a certain extent—"

"╭(╯^╰)╮..." Draco turned his head depressed.

"I was wrong just now, I felt my head went blank, and suddenly I just wanted to dance..." Harry explained sincerely.

Only Neville glanced at Tom beside Hermione in surprise and envy: "Tom...you have great concentration."

Hermione glanced at the dark-haired boy beside her.

He was still sitting quietly - he was taller than himself when he sat down, God knows how he grew so fast.He remained motionless, and the brilliant fire on the field was reflected in his black eyes.

Hermione couldn't help but also asked, "Oh? By the way, are you okay?"

"They can't charm me," said Tom without changing his face.

"Really?"

Hermione thought to herself, this is indeed the case, the Nirvana Red Lotus has an incomparable appearance, and she is the thing that charms the world, so how can she be affected by a mere Veela? ...

"—now, mascot of the Irish team!" said Ludo Bagman loudly.

The friends hurriedly took out the binoculars, looked at the leprechauns flying all over the sky, and immediately regained their interest.

The appearance of the Irish leprechaun can be regarded as a little bit of respect for the situation that was disturbed by Veela just now.People began to become normal, especially the fans of the Irish team. They picked up the clover flag that they had thrown aside just now, and waved it vigorously again——

The players started to start, and the field became full of enthusiasm again, the soft and charming air was completely swayed, and the blood ignited the audience.

"Victor! Victor!!!" Ron screamed crazily, holding up his binoculars.

"I see, I see—" Draco finally acted like a child, yelling at the binoculars regardless of his image: "Ah, ah, our Seeker Lynch is also good..."

Harry followed them, staring into the binoculars - but suddenly he felt that something was wrong.

He suddenly took away the binoculars, turned his head and looked into the corner of the stand—"Dobby?!"

The house-elf wrapped in a tea towel came out of another luxury box, sat on the heated stands, raised his head timidly, covered his eyes and said, "Winky...Winky is not Dobby..."

Harry was taken aback: "Ah, I'm sorry, I admitted the wrong person..."

"But Winky knows that Harry Potter... Dobby told Winky..."

"Ah, do you know Dobby?" he had just asked, and then he heard the narrator shout passionately: "They're off!—Mallet! Troy! Moran—"

He quickly turned his gaze back to the arena, too late to pay attention to the little elf.

But Hermione took a deep look at the corner.

Seeing her expression, Tom couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.

"This box belongs to the minister, right?" Hermione asked the house elf calmly, "Are you the house elf of Mr. Barty Crouch's family?"

"Yes..." Winky twisted her hands and looked at her uneasily.

However, Hermione stopped asking, and turned her head and continued to stare at the sky as if nothing had happened.

Tom motioned Hermione with his eyes.

Hermione smiled at him, and a divine thought faintly passed into his heart: "It's okay, watch the game with peace of mind."

But just when this sentence was finished, she suddenly had a thought, and her spiritual sense detected—in their blocked perspective, Ron, who was sitting furthest to the side and was watching the most fanatically, was in his pocket. A magic wand was pulled out out of thin air...