[SSHP] End of life

Another Friday in Potions.

The reason why this day had a place in Harry's already dim everyday memory was not because the Slytherins had mobbed him before Potions the first week after being chosen as a warrior.These petty fights between classmates didn't affect him any more now - and it wasn't because of Snape either.He had long been accustomed to Snape's deductions, but it was very rare for Hermione to be cursed.

There was a little devil in him who secretly thought that the beaver tusks would suit her, but he didn't really want to see "Potter's shit" all over the hallway.After lunch, he tried his best to drag Hermione around the common room, and they didn't run into the cellar until classes were about to start.

The Slytherins were already in their places in the classroom, each with that large badge pinned to their chests.The badge was unremarkable when it wasn't flashing, but they didn't have time to show Harry how special it was before class, so they had to save it for later.Finding him running in, out of breath, there was obvious regret and eagerness in the eyes of everyone who looked back at him, and he ignored them perfectly.

Snape stood in the middle of the room.Because of his presence, none of the students spoke out.He cast his eyes on the last two people who ran into the classroom, and squinted his eyes.

Harry and Snape looked at each other briefly.He closed the door and found a seat at the side of the classroom.He heard Snape say in a cold voice, "Lazy. Always willing to come into the classroom at the last minute, it seems that the Savior and his best friend think they don't need to go to class anymore-"

"Class hasn't started yet, and we're not late, sir!" cried Harry.

Snape looked at Harry and ran a finger over his upper lip.

"And we don't 'always' come this late—"

"Let me think about it," said Snape, his eyes narrowed, his voice particularly soft and slick, "The Savior and his pals—an unbearable know-it-all, it seems that the excessive pursuit has made you forget Due courtesy and respect, one point from Gryffindor. Classes now begin."

Harry glanced at Hermione.They came too late to sit at the same table.Hermione flushed with anger.

"The antidote." Snape said, looking around the class, "I think you've all prepared your own antidote recipes, and this class you're going to carefully cook out the poison|drug and antidote of your choice, and then we'll choose one Let me give it a try..." He walked from the podium to the end of the classroom, then turned around and walked back to the podium.

But Harry wasn't at all afraid of his intimidation.To eliminate the consequences of the potion, most of the time only the antidote can do it, not the spell.The students in this room can hardly make the perfect antidote, and Snape won't let them die in the classroom-even though everyone who really believes that Snape will let them test the drug because of the desire to live And glared at Harry, after all Hermione was the safest person in the classroom.

Harry glanced at Hermione, who was still breathing deeply, staring at Snape's back.Harry, too, was watching Snape's back, carefully considering the possibility of picking up the cauldron himself and placing it on Snape's greasy head.Then he actually picked up the cauldron and stood up.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the dungeon, and Snape turned around.When he saw Harry walking towards him with a cauldron in his hand, surprise flashed across his eyes.

Colin Creevey slipped sideways into the classroom, and no one turned to look at him.He looked inexplicably at Hermione who extended a hand to Harry, and all the seniors in the class who were staring at Harry and Snape with their mouths wide open, and walked towards Snape's podium in front of the classroom.

"I'm sorry, sir... I'm taking Harry Potter upstairs."

"What are you planning to do, Mr Potter?" said Snape softly. "Preparing to attack the teacher, eh?"

"I don't know, sir," said Harry slowly.He looked directly into Snape's eyes.

"I'm sorry, sir... Harry Potter has to come upstairs with me, there may be—"

"Shut up, Mr Creevey!"

Snape looked down from his hooked nose at Colin, who shivered.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor and a week's detention for attempting to attack the teacher in class.—Now go upstairs, Mr. Potter."

"I didn't mean to attack you." Harry stood still, ignoring Colin.

"Potter, I tell you to take something and disappear from my eyes now! Otherwise, you will stay in school for a month!"

"That's a month," said Harry defiantly. "I can do labor service every day. How many toads and mice do you have for me to deal with?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry, Harry!" cried Colin in despair. "Mr. Bagman told you to go upstairs at once. Harry, Mr. Ollivander is here. They want to check your wand before the game. Might as well take a photo…”

Harry went to his seat, picked up his schoolbag, threw it over his shoulder, and followed Colin out of the classroom.All eyes were on him as he walked out of the classroom, and none of them remembered to press their badges.

"You are amazing, Harry!" Colin said excitedly to Harry as soon as he walked out of the classroom, "Did you really plan to attack Professor Snape just now? Many people wanted to attack him, but no one really dared to attack him." Do it!"

"I didn't," said Harry, wondering if he had gone too far.But when he thought that he and Ron, and even all the Gryffindor students, often talked back to Snape, and sometimes got too angry at his unfairness, and yelled at him with blood He didn't care if his actions just now would damage his majesty.Anyway, everyone knows that the two of them dislike each other.

What reassured him most were Snape's eyes.Harry didn't know if he had Legilimency, but he must have.

His reaction is everything.He acquiesced to Harry's request.

The two came to a small classroom, Harry knocked on the door and walked in.Rita Skeeter was wearing that magenta witch's robe, and the heavily made-up woman saw Harry enter the door, looking like prey.

"Before we start, can I have a few words with Harry?" she asked Bagman, her eyes still fixed on Harry, "youngest warrior, you know . . . color."

"No problem!" Bagman exclaimed, "that's--I wonder if Harry objected?"

"I object," said Harry coldly.

But his objections had no effect.While Ollivander examined her wand, Skeeter watched with her parchment and shorthand quill, and unless no one said anything about Harry, unless Harry himself communicated with anyone, her The pen is always moving.

Unsurprisingly, the nonsense report still aroused heated discussions and attention.Harry had spent most of the two weeks leading up to his first match in hiding.Snape postponed Harry's study time after an unsurprising sarcasm, but his patience only went so far.For the remaining three days of the week, Harry could only use the Invisibility Cloak to hide in the library.

That cold November afternoon was fast approaching.After lunch, all the warriors rushed to the competition venue without even taking a break, because it would be dark before three o'clock in the winter afternoon.Harry walked into the tent, where the other three warriors were already there.When they saw Harry, they were neither welcoming nor repulsive.

"Okay, everyone is here now—it's time to introduce you!" Bagman said cheerfully. "After the audience has assembled, I'm going to pass this bag to each of you in turn." He raised his hand Picking up a purple silk bag, he shook it at them, "You pick out a small model of the thing you're going to face! They're different—well—kinds. I have one more thing to tell You... your task is to pick up the golden eggs!"

Harry looked around.Cedric nodded to show that he understood what Bagman had said, and began pacing up and down the tent again.His face turned slightly green.Fleur Delacour and Krum did not respond in the slightest.Harry had no doubt that Madam Maxime and Karkaroff had told them the contents of the first match.But Harry shouldn't have known.He was hiding in the library, and he didn't even go to Hogsmeade, and no one could find him, so no one could reveal the content of the first game, and he wouldn't have the chance to tell Cedric.

In an instant, Harry heard the sound of hundreds of feet passing by the tent, their owners talking and laughing excitedly.Bagman undid the purple silk sack. "Ladies first," he said.

Fleur reached into the bag and pulled out a small model of a Welsh green dragon with a number tied around its neck: number two.The green dragon raised its head and let out a cry, the sound was unusually pleasant.Next Krum pulled out the bright red Chinese fireball with the number three around his neck.Cedric put his hand in his pocket, and when he took it out, a silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon bit his finger, the number one tied around his neck.Cedric tore the dragon from his hands, his fingers beaded with blood, and his face was pale and pale.

Harry reached into his silk sack, and now all he had left was a dragon.Sure enough, he pulled out the Hungarian Horntail.As he looked down at the model, the little dragon spread its wings, bared its tiny fangs, and sprayed a fireball at him.Harry stuffed the model into the pocket of his school robes, and when the match was over, he would go to Hagrid's hut and give it to him.That's what he did last time.

"Okay, you've all got it!" Bagman said, "You've all drawn the fire dragon you're going to face, and the number on its neck is the order in which you go to fight the fire dragon. Do you understand? Well, now I I'm going to leave you for a moment, because I'm going to give a commentary to the audience. You were the first, Mr. Diggory, to walk into the field as soon as you heard the whistle, you understand?"

Cedric looked at the dragon, seemingly not listening to Bagman's explanation.Bagman had to pat him on the shoulder.Half a minute later, Cedric's eyes finally focused, and he looked at Bagman again and nodded.Bagman looked at the gold watch on his wrist, his expression|hesitating to speak, seemed to be a little anxious, but he didn't have time to say anything to Harry.

The whistle blew.Harry watched Cedric falter out of the tent, found a chair and sat down.

He wasn't worried about Cedric's life at all.On his way to the venue, Professor McGonagall told him that there were still eight dragon trainers sitting in the first row of the auditorium, and that if the fire dragon threatened the lives of the warriors, they would forcibly stun the dragon and take it away.If the scores in the first few games were so low that Cedric couldn't win the championship even if he fought hard in the last game, he wouldn't fight Harry for that trophy - he wouldn't die.

This time it was noisy outside for an extra long time.Finally, cheers sounded.Cedric got the golden egg.The second is Fleur and the third is Krum.Harry came out fourth, and it was getting dark when he stepped out of the tent.Facing the huge Hungarian Horntail again, he still felt a strong sense of oppression.The dragon sat there like a big house.

Harry walked into the field unhurriedly, leaning against the wall, and stood on the edge for a while.As time went by, there was booing from the audience, it was the Slytherins.After a while, students from other houses became anxious, even Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.The Gryffindors yelled at him, seemingly unaware that he really wanted to wait to abstain.The dragon squatted in front of the egg, and Harry waited another two minutes before looking around the room and raising his wand.He shouted: "Firebolt | Arrows are coming!"

There was a crackling sound in the distance.His Firebolt|Arrow skirted the edge of the Forbidden Forest and came to rest in front of him.He got on his broom and flew into the sky.Dragons' thick hides are soaked with ancient magic, and only the most powerful spells can penetrate, but that doesn't mean they can't feel anything.Harry circled the Hungarian Horntail on his Firebolt|Arrow, constantly casting all sorts of little spells on its head that the juniors learned in their textbooks.The dragon's head spun around with Harry, its huge yellow eyes fixed on him.When Harry cast a stinging curse at its eyes again, it was finally annoyed, but it was very unwilling to leave the golden egg, so it could only open its mouth, and Harry saw some sparks in those sharp teeth. flashing.

Harry shot high into the air in the middle of the field.The shouts from the audience were deafening, and no one could hear what he said. "Thunderbolt!" he yelled into the dragon's open mouth.A ray of light passed through the flames and into the dragon's mouth, and it looked as if an attack caused the fireball to explode on its own near the dragon's mouth.The dragon let out a thunderous growl and reared up, its gnarled black wings seeming to fully unfurl in just a second, a hundred times faster than the last time Harry had seen it.Harry whirled and swooped down, skirting the hornet's long, spiky tail, and scooped up the golden eggs in the nest.Then he raised the altitude, trying to fly from behind the hornet to the safety of the auditorium. At that moment, the fire dragon flapped its huge wings and turned around at an unrealistically fast speed. A dazzling bright orange The fireball flew towards Harry head-on.There was a terrified scream from the audience.

Harry's broom was almost at a right angle to the ground, he soared up, the fireball brushed the broom's tail, and hit a transparent shield suddenly excited in front of the audience.The Horntail roared and ran after Harry.Harry swooped down again, skimmed the judges' bench, and dropped the golden egg he was holding under his arm onto the table.He had never flown so fast before, his cheeks almost deformed by the wind, and all screams were left behind him.When he circled for the last time, he saw eight broomsticks in the auditorium had been lifted into the air, and they were the eight dragon trainers.Dumbledore and Snape both stood up.

The dragon was chasing after him, spewing a fireball at him from time to time.The dull sound of flapping wings was like a curse from the god of death. Harry rose, swooped, made a circle, and flew towards Hogwarts Castle with the Horntail.The distance between the towers and the bridge-shaped girders is so close that a man can fly over it, but a dragon cannot.He rushed towards a circular hole, turned sideways for an instant through the hole, and hovered in the air as he leaned against the stone wall.The Horntail looked for him around the huge boulders, spitting fire in all directions angrily.The eight dragon trainers were getting closer and closer, and Harry came back from the hole and flew towards the dragon trainers.As he passed by, he heard Charlie yelling at him, "Nice job!"

Harry laughed back, flying to the distant sun that was already fading below the horizon.Half a minute later, he returned to the field and landed at the door of the tent. Everyone stood up and applauded him.Dumbledore smiled at him, and Snape's expression was as sullen as the sky before a summer storm.McGonagall, Hagrid, and Bagman walked quickly towards him, all smiling, Hagrid even wiping away tears.

"You're doing great, Potter!" McGonagall said loudly, even patting him on the shoulder, "but in order to confirm your health, you still have to go to the emergency tent first and let Madam Pomfrey Check it out for you."

Harry nodded, hugged Hagrid, took out the small model that had been in his pocket and stuffed it into his hand, and walked into the tent led by Bagman.Madam Pomfrey was treating Cedric. Cedric looked extremely miserable. Not only was his face painted with ointments, but one arm was also hung up.

Harry sat obediently behind his curtain.Soon, Madam Pomfrey came to examine him, declaring with relief that he was perfectly healthy. One minute later, Dumbledore also walked into the tent, the dragon trainers had already returned to the field, and Bagman, as the referee, needed to go out to score.The moment she heard Dumbledore's voice, Madam Pomfrey turned around abruptly.

"For Merlin's sake, Albus! How many more dangerous things do you want to bring into the school? Last year it was a dementor, this year it's a fire dragon, next year the only thing you can bring in is You-Know-Who!"

Dumbledore smiled and raised his hands in surrender, and stepped back to the tent door.He bowed slightly in a very gentlemanly manner, and led Bagman out.Only half a minute later, Hermione and Ron rushed into the tent, and Ron rushed over and hugged Harry, saying repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! The person who asked you to participate in this competition must want your life! I am a Fool!"

Harry hugged him back and said with a smile, "Danger is always around me, and smart people don't make friends with me. Just let this go."

Ron let go and stood opposite him with Hermione, pale and flushed.He rubbed his hands together and smiled awkwardly.

The three walked out of the tent together.The people on the referee's bench were talking to the dragon trainers, and it seemed that it would take a few minutes before they could finish understanding the situation and give a score.Harry turned his eyes to the auditorium. For the first time, he really felt the threat of a dragon. In that danger, if he was injured, he would have no time to say a healing spell.

He found Snape.The man's complexion didn't improve at all, but he didn't look at Harry anymore, but fixed his eyes on the last ray of light in the sky, as if that ray of light was his greatest enemy in his life.

"What are you looking at, Harry?" Ron asked, turning his head following Harry's gaze, as if he had been greatly frightened at that moment. "Merlin's beard! Look at Snape's face! That Hungarian beard!" Why did the Horntail go mad all of a sudden? Snape tried to kill you, but he failed! That's why he's so angry!"

"Ron!" Hermione scolded, "every year you doubt Professor Snape, but every year you're proven wrong!"

"But who else would have thrown Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire? He can act after curfew that day!"

"Not him, Ron," said Harry, smiling. "Don't make me afraid of him. It's Tuesday, and I've got to go to detention with him."

The author has something to say: Do you know how much I want Erha to really put the crucible on... I am so immersed in this idea that I can't extricate myself.

I really want to write that Hermione stretches out an Erkang hand to Erha.Hahahahaha I couldn't help myself, I slapped the table and laughed wildly.

The green dragon's voice is particularly nice, it's from Fantastic Beasts or Pottermore I forgot.