Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

Harry was so embarrassed that the whole world seemed to abandon him overnight. Ron insisted not to talk to him, and his Gryffindor classmates looked at him strangely.In particular, he was very afraid of seeing Fleur, because she always seemed to want to rush up and tell him something, and Harry knew what she wanted to ask, so he could only avoid her.

Almost the next day, the Daily Prophet published an accident about the players in the Triwizard Tournament.

Then the Department of Magical Sports Cooperation invited Ollivander to check the wands for the four of them. Harry couldn't forget the atmosphere. Almost everyone stared at him. Thank you and Aerys. She also got a lot of strange looks. But she didn't care at all.She was locked out of the lounge door viciously, so she didn't go back to sleep, and came to class the next day in good spirits, no one talked to her, so she gnawed on her own without making a sound, someone played pranks in the corridor, and every time she She was able to dodge it in time every time, and she even pretended not to see Fleur and Victor's probing eyes. When Ollivander picked up her wand, he excitedly announced that it was a rare masterpiece in his life, and the core could be replaced. A wand with a basilisk scale inside... It seemed that the headmaster of Durmstrang's face changed at that moment.

The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow is the first game.

It came out of nowhere, and today she inexplicably asked to be interviewed by a reporter. The woman with blond curly hair and exquisite makeup first asked him about his emotional world, and then asked him inexplicably whether he likes Hermione, Qiu Zhang, or Yi Rhys... and was moved by the tragedy that he and Iris had to participate in this dangerous game at the same time, and might be separated from life and death... Where is this madman, Merlin.

Harry, who finally got rid of the woman, looked at his watch in pain while running in a panic.

There are 3 minutes left for class.

Well, even if his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor likes to be 3 minutes late for every class, he only has 6 minutes left, and if he doesn't hurry up, he will have to live this class more miserable.

Harry, who finally rushed through the classroom door, was stunned.

When did classrooms get so big?No, it should be said why he saw Ginny, Cho Chang, and Aerys... Is this the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom or the dining hall?

Everyone stood there, looking at the savior who rushed in rashly.

The students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were dissatisfied because there were no chairs.

Before Harry found his seat, the door opened again, and their Professor Nix walked in with his usual expressionless face, gorgeous gray-silver robes, vine-like delicate and slender silver ornaments loosely bundled with black lacquered clothes. Long hair, deep green pupils so transparent that nothing can be reflected, a turquoise brooch pinned obliquely on the neckline, and those scattered crystals are just adorned on the lace of the sleeves, layer upon layer of white like snow, The slightly undulating folds that follow its owner's movements seem to be so graceful that it makes people trance.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, a subject that you all must learn before next July."

Salazar stared coldly at the students below with different expressions, especially the group from other schools who disapproved and remembered the twisted Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts curse.

"Donisus Nix, I said in the first class at Hogwarts that you can call me Professor Nix, although I personally don't like this name very much. Therefore, those who waste themselves The stupid behavior of going to the library to look through ancient books in the middle of the precious time can stop!"

The little animals in Hogwarts all shrank and remained silent.

A tall student from Durmstrang raised his hand sharply: "Then Professor. If you say your name is not true, what about one of the Hogwarts warriors that was mentioned in the Daily Prophet?" ?”

He accentuates "one," an irony not even deaf can hear.

The interviewees had nothing good to say, all of them were little girls with amazing appetites and only interested in eating, with mediocre grades, except for the protection of magical creatures, almost all the professors disliked her mess, of course the point is Rita Skeeter deliberately The emphasized 11-year-old contestant who became a warrior by unknown means has the same surname as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Harry broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the newspaper. He believed that the Howler letters would flood the sky, but in fact Aerys received nothing, only some Howler letters scolding Harry bounced one after another (Mifa, Hogwarts) I follow the will of the founder~~).

"It seems that the professor in Durmstrang didn't teach you what etiquette is. Before you fill your minds with ridiculous guesses and do nothing to pass the time, I regret to tell you that unless someone is willing to participate in the Triwizard Tournament If you lie in the dormitory and sleep without sticking your head out to satisfy your curiosity, then you can leave the classroom today."

The little animals at Hogwarts shrunk further, so it was Durmstrang and Beauxbatons who felt the pressure of suffocation first.

This group of young wizards, who are over 17 years old and can only graduate in two years at most, almost instinctively took out their wands and attacked.

"If there is no mistake in the extremely boring game record, the Triwizard Tournament is very dangerous for you." Salazar's eyes twitched, and he continued without expression: "Almost every time, a student Died in the game, I don’t think you have forgotten the reason why the game was suspended. There was a year when three warriors died. It is not new for wizards watching the game to get involved in danger! There are two in Hogwarts The principal died in the Triwizard Tournament, not to mention there are some of you who can't even cast the effective Iron Armor Curse well, or think you know everything about the danger, and your brain is blank when you come to the stupid thing that only howls in your voice .If you are willing to lose face, I think the newspapers would be willing to add a few more interesting stories."

Salazar stared at the critters whose faces were all discolored:

"Assuming you are not really ignorant to a certain extent, you should know that many powerful magical creatures have inherent magic pressure and terrible magic effects, maybe it is poisonous smell, or voice (maybe even eyes~~) Pick up your wands, come over one by one, cast the most powerful protective spell on yourself, get out of class if you pass."

Harry felt that he was going to be frightened out of his wits. If his life was in danger just sitting on the sidelines watching the game, shouldn't he hurry up and write a suicide note to his godfather?

Who the hell threw his name into the Goblet of Fire?

Ron and Hermione have been watching him, Harry is a little dazed, a student of Beauxbatons showing off the use of water curtains has attracted the amazement of many students, and except for a few senior students, basically just read it The Iron Armor Curse shattered by itself in less than 3 minutes. In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Salazar never used magic power to interfere with the students' spells. He always had a way to make the students find that the magic they used was ridiculously fragile. .For example, now, if the beautiful and long-lasting magic defense barrier is pushed by the excited students who want to get closer to see clearly, it will immediately turn into cold water and pour down on it.

In the confusion, Ron dawdled over and whispered:

"Harry?"

It was a bit difficult for him to speak, and he was in a hurry:

"Don't think about winning the championship. With Aerys here, you... well, I believe you are not so foolish as to put the parchment in just to participate in this kind of dangerous competition that even the audience will die, or go with the Basilisk join."

Harry's mood finally improved, and he was not so nervous when he went to demonstrate the Iron Armor Defense Charm in front of Salazar. I have to say that he is still very talented in Quidditch and Defense Against the Dark Arts, at least watching It looks good, and it blocks the small objects thrown by Malfoy and Goyle from behind.

Salazar looked at the savior noncommittally:

"The first match will be in two days, Harry Potter. If you are still at this level, just wait for Dumbledore to save you... Now, go find the instructor you need."

Harry glanced at Iris, who was hiding in the corner of the classroom, and tried his best to keep his expression and tone when speaking to the professor: "Yes, professor, I think... I want Professor McGonagall to be in charge."

"That's your decision, you don't need to tell me."

Harry's pressure all came from knowing who the professor opposite him was. Facts have proved that even the founder of Slytherin does not have a poisonous tongue from the potions professor, so the savior still insisted on asking what he really wanted to say in a low voice.

"...Professor, you will guide Aerys, will you?"

"Guiding? She just needs to be warned not to fall asleep during the game."

"... "

England at the beginning of November is already quite cold, especially in the cellar, where the flames of the fireplace are extremely warm, and the boiling potion is slowly subsiding in the cauldron. It is a bright red color and exudes a strange smell.

The huge body of the basilisk slid in from outside the portrait, and opened its eyes. The deadly gaze immediately caused several Norwegian blue snails that were still desperately "escaping" to roll down from the table where the potion materials were processed, and stopped moving.

Master, what is this?Give me something to drink?

The basilisk's head stretched out towards the cauldron, and it smelled some familiar smells inside, usually used by the master to mix potions specially for it.

Well, drink it.

Ling Cha glanced at the dead blue snail on the ground.

Iris, you cannot hibernate this year.

I've never tasted this before... Ah, why? ] The huge head tilted in confusion, and then stared at the potion in the cauldron, [Is this the potion that prevents Aerys from hibernating, no!I want to sleep!

Good, you have to go to school.

Wow—the huge body suddenly disappeared, and the little girl sat on the carpet and cried loudly.

"The first game was dragons. Those wizards just transported four dragons into the Forbidden Forest." Salazar stopped unbuttoning his cloak, and then said, "No matter what the request is, the so-called savior can already be in the Forbidden Forest." Out in the first game."

"You're wrong, Salazar." Ling Cha turned his face and smiled, "That boy has something precious that none of us have."

"luck?"

"That's it." Ling Cha stretched out his hand and touched Iris, whose crying was much quieter, secretly peeping through his fingers: Iris, do you know how to defeat a dragon?

…open one's eyes? ] Basilisks are lazy, really.

No transformation back, no falling asleep during the game, and no eating that dragon!

…Wow!