if i am not me

There are still two days until February 24th, and as this day approaches, the campus that has just subsided a little bit of hustle and bustle begins to become lively again.The busyness of the Warriors has become obvious, and of course, the Warriors are not the only ones who are busy.

In Slytherin's gorgeous two-person bedroom, after a day of training, Draco lazily nestled on the soft sofa, while playing with the golden egg he had already touched in his hand, while watching Harry try his best to use magic Put together words on a small piece of parchment.

"Will it work?" He raised his eyebrows, and Draco was really not sure that this kind of warning, which is considered extremely absurd by ordinary people, would be believed. You know, if it wasn't because of Harry's personal experience, even he would be right. This scoffs.

Harry curled his lips, but the movements of his hands were not slow, and he said lightly, "Maybe."

It's just that this answer shows the uncertainty in his heart. After all, so far, all his actions have been based on speculations brought about by those past memories.

He wasn't sure if Barty Crouch Jr. had infiltrated Hogwarts, and if he had, they didn't know who he was pretending to be.Although Moody's possibility is still very high, since the direction of history is no longer certain, he can only try his best to find some clues and make some early warnings.In any case, he did not dare to do less preventive work, not to mention that he only raised doubts, and the right ones should do the verification.

Harry's answer made Draco sigh slightly, and he remembered the time when he had just chosen the Warriors, and Harry also handed them a warning note like now.Whether it worked or not they didn't know, but at least Neville was safe at Hogwarts.

Of course, Harry would suddenly decide to take the risk of sending another note not only because he was worried about Barty Crouch Jr. sneaking in, but also because just a few days ago, on Valentine's Day to be exact, the originally peaceful The situation has undergone subtle changes.

Krum, who took the love potion in a daze, fell in love with Neville.

Although the effect of the medicine had been reduced a lot by the next day, the fact that Krum still had a great affection for Neville in the following days was undeniable.

Drake remembered that Harry said that the rescuers for the second event were also selected by the Goblet of Fire. The exact time was not clear, but they believed that the time would not exceed one month before the competition. The most important and cherished person to him during the game.But just 10 days before the match, what happened to Krum and Neville, plus the incident where the potion was stolen before, really made people want to relax their vigilance.

Seeing Draco's thoughtful expression, Harry folded the parchment with dried ink in his hands, and sat down beside Draco with a smile, "Don't worry, Dumbledore must be able to think of everything I can think of." I have been prepared for a long time, I am just worried that he will keep secrets, so I will remind him again."

It's not unreasonable to say this. In Harry's view, the greatest wizard of this century is only a human being after all, not a god, and like ordinary people, he cannot fully grasp many things.For example, Barty Crouch Jr., who used Polyjuice Potion to become Moody and entered Hogwarts, is a typical example in Harry's memory. Even Dumbledore still couldn't see through the deliberately pretending "Moody". Even in the end Voldemort was resurrected without any suspense.

Sighing again, Draco put the golden egg aside and hugged Harry, buried his head in his neck to absorb his scent.He knew that Neville's life and Voldemort's resurrection were at stake, and they would be busy in the future.

The next day was undoubtedly a cloudless and fine day. Dumbledore narrowed his narrow eyes and walked out of the bedroom. He greeted Fawkes who was standing on the perch, and he showed his usual smile in his pajamas. Looking out the window at the endless blue sky.

A gray owl flew into his principal's office as usual, with today's "Daily Prophet" in the leather bucket hanging on his feet.Throwing a few copper Knuts into the leather bucket, Dumbledore took out today's newspaper, and suddenly, a piece of parchment fell from the gap between the papers, whirled in the air and lay quietly on the ground.

There was a trace of surprise in Dumbledore's eyes, he bent down and picked up the parchment, which looked ordinary at first glance, but frowned after seeing the contents on it clearly.He stroked the half-moon-shaped glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the calmness in his eyes was replaced by a trace of strangeness.Not long after, with Fox's whistle, the beautiful phoenix disappeared into the sky.

Neville sat in the sunny library, flipping through the thick books in his hand from time to time. Although he didn't particularly like reading, the exception was those related to herbalism.What's more, in this period, it seems that only here can make him have a moment of tranquility.There are no surprised eyes from others, no Krum's fiery eyes, no Ginny's sad expression, ah, and of course his free hands, that's great!

In fact, he didn't understand. Snape had said in Dumbledore's office that day that it would only take a few days to prepare the antidote, but the actual situation was that the match was going to be tomorrow, and Krum's situation was still not clear. better.Even though he was no longer as clingy as on Valentine's Day, the passion hidden in his eyes still made him unbearable.

Thinking of this question, the book that had attracted him so much became dull. Neville brushed his hair irritably, and the answer he got when he asked Professor McGonagall in the morning lingered in his ears again, "Mr. Longbottom, the antidote It will be fine the day after tomorrow, please be patient."

Patience, patience... It really doesn't hurt to stand and talk!He actually wants to endure it until the day after tomorrow, Merlin, aren't they afraid that the strange medicine will affect the game?Besides, isn't it said that the principal of Durmstrang, Karkaroff, is the most defensive? Why didn't he argue with reason at this time and let others get a bottle of that damned antidote...

At this time, he couldn't calm down to read the story anymore, so he simply closed the "World Magical Magical Plants Encyclopedia" with a bang.Deliberately ignoring Mrs. Pince's gloomy face, Neville thought about it, and decided to finish lunch while Ginny and Krum were in class, and then continue to hide in his warm dormitory. Can make up for sleep by the way.

Just as Neville made his decision and quickly slipped out of the library, Fox also arrived at its destination.Sirius took down the letter that had been cursed several times, stroked Fox's feathers affectionately, and then picked up his wand and tapped it.Afterwards, the leisure of the morning slowly dissipated with the content of the reading, leaving only a face of deep thought.

Fox had already left while he was still reading the letter. Sirius gripped the letter tightly in his hand, after thinking about it, he turned back to the bedroom, put on his cloak, and walked towards the fireplace.

James Potter was waving a quill pen to correct documents, suddenly, a blue flame burst out from the fireplace in his office, and without thinking about it, he threw the quill pen in his hand as a murder weapon towards the person who came— —to him, an unforgivable fellow has no need to be polite.

As if Sirius had expected it, when the quill flew towards him, he moved slightly to the side without haste, and saw the quill fly into the fireplace, and instantly turned into ashes.

"No, there is something wrong." Seeing James pick up his wand, Sirius hurriedly stopped him, shaking Dumbledore's letter in his hand, his life-saving talisman at this moment-no way, who told him to do it for his lover before? He just left everything to this guy who loves his wife unjustly, and ran away alone.

Seeing that he had business to do, James put down his wand, gritted his teeth and said, "Talk." After finishing speaking, he still rolled his eyes fiercely.

You know, it's this kid who dares to throw everything to him on Valentine's Day, making his promise of Lily's short romantic trip come to naught.Such a "deep hatred", let's see how he will deal with him later!

Seeing that James finally put down his wand, Sirius straightened his face, handed the letter over, and said seriously, "The warning has appeared again."

"What did you say?" Sirius' words made James frown, and his slender fingers quickly opened the envelope and took out the parchment inside.

"It is said that there may be Death Eaters among us who have taken Polyjuice Potion, and they will attack Neville Longbottom in the second project. It also reminds that Moody's possibility is very high."

After reading all the content calmly, James pointed his wand at the parchment, and the parchment began to burn slowly, leaving only a trace of burnt smell in the air. "You feel?"

"It can't be Moody."

After pondering for a while, James tapped the table rhythmically, and raised his head to ask, "Why is it in the second competition?" He didn't pay much attention to the Triwizard Tournament, which has always been the sole responsibility of Sirius .

As if thinking of something funny, Sirius chuckled and said in a rather helpless tone, "Because Durmstrang's warrior Viktor Krum is the Quidditch player who On Valentine's Day, I accidentally ate chocolate with a love potion, and fell in love with Neville Longbottom..."

Obviously, you didn't expect such a thing to happen, James raised his eyebrows and then asked, "Will you give him an antidote?" After all, once you eat that thing, everything will be fine. Trouble comes.

However, Sirius continued to shake his head, spread his hands and said, "You may not know, just a few days before Valentine's Day, Sifner was visited by someone, hey, his room where medicines and materials are stored has become so clean, Remus' research had to be temporarily suspended due to the lack of several materials."

"Please make it clear once, concise and clear, thank you." With a cold glance at someone who seemed to want to continue talking, James knew that he should not give this kid too much face.

With a clear cough, Sirius glanced at James, who was still full of thoughts, and decided to go along with his wishes. He explained the ins and outs to him, and finally concluded, "...

Therefore, in order to prevent that warrior from not doing his best to cause an accident to Neville Longbottom during the rescue, Dumbledore and Karkaroff decided to postpone taking the antidote until the end of the second competition after several discussions. "It's just that for that kid, I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune...

After listening, James summed up everything and gave Sirius a summary, "No wonder you look bad today." It turned out that he failed to please Sifer, and suddenly, he regained his mental balance.

"That's why I said that those who set the game are too boring. They have nothing to do with so many useless tricks, and they are just asking for trouble for themselves. If you want me to say, let them have a duel with the mermaid, so happy! Why do you want me to fight like this? Emergency dispatch of personnel." Of course understanding the meaning of James' words, Sirius began to change the topic purposefully.

He sneered gloatingly, and James didn't say anything about Sirius' little thought. After all, it's their job to arrange Dumbledore's arrangements first. "If it can be held next time, I will definitely recommend you to join the schedule planning team. But now...you should come over and discuss with me about the candidates first."